<?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-28038272</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:24:07.105-05:00</updated><category term='Barclay'/><category term='Tom'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='lobster'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='now'/><category term='cynthia'/><category term='Diana'/><category term='Jackson'/><category term='Bunny'/><category term='Fair'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='backyard'/><category term='granddad'/><category term='Jet'/><category term='treat'/><category term='Frisbee'/><category term='compare'/><category term='Toby'/><category term='Jett'/><category term='outisde'/><category term='Christy'/><category term='Don'/><category term='Dog bed'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Jedi JJ'/><category term='bone'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Molly'/><category term='Ryan'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='JJ'/><category term='Ma'/><category term='tongue'/><category term='Tricia'/><category term='Mimi'/><category term='jill'/><category term='Doi'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Jedi'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='Pa'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Bed'/><category term='johan'/><category term='tree'/><category term='Scott'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Sawyer the Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life of Sawyer the Dog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>543</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4197539043977044681</id><published>2008-06-10T07:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:20:34.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SE5vAmQcrcI/AAAAAAAAB0U/7z1qJOGwGBw/s1600-h/STA_1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223874974461378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SE5vAmQcrcI/AAAAAAAAB0U/7z1qJOGwGBw/s400/STA_1196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a loyal blog viewer, you may have noticed I've been gone. Things are very busy around my house. So for the month of June, I will be taking a sabbatical (break, time off). I will return in July with lots of new stories and photos for you to enjoy. Until then, enjoy the fresh air outside during this warm and wet summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4197539043977044681?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4197539043977044681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4197539043977044681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4197539043977044681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4197539043977044681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be Back!!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SE5vAmQcrcI/AAAAAAAAB0U/7z1qJOGwGBw/s72-c/STA_1196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7058577159560936404</id><published>2008-05-30T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:28:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD9AwBSyQ2I/AAAAAAAAB0E/Co1nzbZTnRc/s1600-h/IMG_1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205950887988708194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD9AwBSyQ2I/AAAAAAAAB0E/Co1nzbZTnRc/s200/IMG_1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, here's proof that no matter where dad throws the stick, I am able to retrieve it. However, I don't like giving it back to my dad. I always trick him by running straight towards him and then veering off in another direction. Now who's the fool? Not Sawyer Burk!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD9BXRSyQ3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/uQdx8alBcO0/s1600-h/IMG_1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205951562298573682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD9BXRSyQ3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/uQdx8alBcO0/s200/IMG_1195.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/28038272-7058577159560936404?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7058577159560936404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7058577159560936404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7058577159560936404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7058577159560936404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD9AwBSyQ2I/AAAAAAAAB0E/Co1nzbZTnRc/s72-c/IMG_1197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8953579915025775165</id><published>2008-05-27T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:45:12.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Get it Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD8_yxSyQ1I/AAAAAAAABz8/XMHkfWrEmf0/s1600-h/IMG_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205949835721720658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD8_yxSyQ1I/AAAAAAAABz8/XMHkfWrEmf0/s400/IMG_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing at the creek is so much fun. I especially love when my dad throws the stick. He can throw really far. He always likes to trick me into things he is throwing it in the opposite direction. But, I'm lightning fast and can change directions &lt;em&gt;at the drop of a hat&lt;/em&gt;. Can't fool good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Sawyer the Dog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-8953579915025775165?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8953579915025775165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8953579915025775165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8953579915025775165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8953579915025775165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-get-it-dad.html' title='I&apos;ll Get it Dad'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SD8_yxSyQ1I/AAAAAAAABz8/XMHkfWrEmf0/s72-c/IMG_1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7711549048797049075</id><published>2008-05-26T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:50:43.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAiOUi2E5I/AAAAAAAABzE/YyPYwyE1pnM/s1600-h/IMG_1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201695199041295250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAiOUi2E5I/AAAAAAAABzE/YyPYwyE1pnM/s320/IMG_1193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is no denying that I am the King of the Creek. When the ducks see me coming, they run straight into the water. It's such a nice greeting with all the splashing and waves. They are so sweet to make it a special event for me. They know my routine and they don't want to mess it up. Thanks little duckies. See you real soon!&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/28038272-7711549048797049075?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7711549048797049075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7711549048797049075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7711549048797049075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7711549048797049075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/king-of-creek.html' title='King of the Creek'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAiOUi2E5I/AAAAAAAABzE/YyPYwyE1pnM/s72-c/IMG_1193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7814278553538670268</id><published>2008-05-25T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:25:00.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawyer the Explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAgvUi2E3I/AAAAAAAABy0/1kixN3va73E/s1600-h/IMG_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693566953722738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAgvUi2E3I/AAAAAAAABy0/1kixN3va73E/s200/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After finding exotic creatures like turtles and pine cones this spring, my parents and I went back to the creek to see what other new discoveries we could find. We searched high and low. Nothing new was found, but I got to scare the guess into the water. That's always fun. They almost stand up on their hind feet and run into the water with their wings fully opened. They also make a silly sound as if they are squawking at me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAhbUi2E4I/AAAAAAAABy8/XSMGUCQq7zM/s1600-h/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201694322867966850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAhbUi2E4I/AAAAAAAABy8/XSMGUCQq7zM/s200/IMG_1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you enlarge the photos (by double clicking on them, you could see the huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;splashes&lt;/span&gt; and ripple effects from running away from little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' me. What a great game to play with my friends the geese. We try to play it every time I go to the creek. I think they are starting to like it!!!&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/28038272-7814278553538670268?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7814278553538670268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7814278553538670268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7814278553538670268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7814278553538670268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sawyer-explorer.html' title='Sawyer the Explorer'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAgvUi2E3I/AAAAAAAABy0/1kixN3va73E/s72-c/IMG_1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1860194923866119680</id><published>2008-05-24T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:47:12.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Beef Jerky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Beef Jerky!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here are some fun photos of my Grandma Beef Jerky and I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203923762209243954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgNFxSyQzI/AAAAAAAABzs/A9zYVbjbbIo/s200/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is where it all began. You may not know this, but my Grandma Beef Jerky is one of my favorite people in the world. Just hearing her voice over the phone is exciting. She loves me so much that she brings me Beef Jerky every time she visits. It's the best thing I've ever eaten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203923315532645154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgMrxSyQyI/AAAAAAAABzk/Y_Eu2I3TV10/s200/IMG_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am bonding with my Grandma at Christmas time. She is wearing her pink girl's outfit that JJ suggested. Grandma and I have great taste in a lot of things other than beef jerky. For instance, we both love her comfy chair. See the funny story in my archives in January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203924462288913218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgNuhSyQ0I/AAAAAAAABz0/nNCjxx7BB9I/s200/IMG_0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As mentioned lots of times before, I love comfort. Few things would ever take me away from my parent's bed at night. However, when Grandma and Grandpa are here, I am their dog. I stay by their side the entire time, even when they are sleeping. Best friends do everything together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Beef Jerky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-1860194923866119680?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1860194923866119680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1860194923866119680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1860194923866119680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1860194923866119680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandma-beef-jerky.html' title='Grandma Beef Jerky'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgNFxSyQzI/AAAAAAAABzs/A9zYVbjbbIo/s72-c/DSC01726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5612584484784214696</id><published>2008-05-23T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:35:21.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Diana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my Grandma Diana's birthday. Here of some of the photos we've taken together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203920927530828562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgKgxSyQxI/AAAAAAAABzc/8f8HPRg0-MM/s200/DSC02652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here we are last June 2007 in her beautiful backyard. She was protecting me from my dad who wanted me to play in the pool. You probably remember that I hate water. If you don't remember, check the archives in July 2007 for more photos. For an even bigger laugh, check my archives May 2006 for my first experience with the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203920416429720322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgKDBSyQwI/AAAAAAAABzU/HcgtdgpEl_M/s200/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here is Grandma Diana and I this past January. She had brought me lots of yummy treats that look like people food. She used me as a example to show Barclay what a good pup looks like. Sure I can sit, do I get a treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203919892443710194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgJkhSyQvI/AAAAAAAABzM/hr3-KwX3lGs/s200/IMG_1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last, but not least, here we are planting in the backyard last month. My grandma is a Master Gardener. All the photos you've seen lately have been things she created to make my backyard beautiful. Thanks Grandma.. Happy Birthday!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5612584484784214696?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5612584484784214696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5612584484784214696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5612584484784214696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5612584484784214696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandma-diana.html' title='Grandma Diana'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDgKgxSyQxI/AAAAAAAABzc/8f8HPRg0-MM/s72-c/DSC02652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4604137424355631316</id><published>2008-05-22T07:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:55:39.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close and Personal with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAenki2E1I/AAAAAAAAByk/d20q94S2SIU/s1600-h/IMG_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201691234786480978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAenki2E1I/AAAAAAAAByk/d20q94S2SIU/s200/IMG_1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the huge turtle. Yesterday's photos were great of me, but I don't think my loyal blog viewers had a chance to see what I saw when I was up close and personal with Ted the Turtle. What's interesting is that his large, hard shell is very shiny. However, his face, arms and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAe-Ui2E2I/AAAAAAAABys/M38G8BOQoGM/s1600-h/IMG_1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201691625628504930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAe-Ui2E2I/AAAAAAAABys/M38G8BOQoGM/s200/IMG_1181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;legs are pretty rough. I guess that's why it's a reptile. I wonder if I'm a reptile? Even though I have super soft fur like a Lamb's Ear plant in my backyard, my paws are rough and dry. Maybe, I'm related to the turtle. He could be my cousin. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feel free to reply by submitting a comment).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4604137424355631316?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4604137424355631316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4604137424355631316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4604137424355631316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4604137424355631316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/up-close-and-personal-with.html' title='Up Close and Personal with...'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAenki2E1I/AAAAAAAAByk/d20q94S2SIU/s72-c/IMG_1185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5472153291860020448</id><published>2008-05-21T07:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:18:32.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's huge!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAdWki2EzI/AAAAAAAAByU/Jq0zf-0Pm5o/s1600-h/IMG_1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201689843217077042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAdWki2EzI/AAAAAAAAByU/Jq0zf-0Pm5o/s200/IMG_1179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not too long after we discovered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; turtle, we stumbled upon another turtle at the pond. This time it was a huge, gigantic, enormous turtle. I couldn't believe the sheer size of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turtle&lt;/span&gt;. He must have been living for a long time. I wonder what that turtle eats to get that big? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAeDUi2E0I/AAAAAAAAByc/T20i5qPuw5A/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201690612016223042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAeDUi2E0I/AAAAAAAAByc/T20i5qPuw5A/s200/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I didn't care about sticks that day at the creek. I only wanted to explore this foreign creature. Since my mom was at home, my dad decided to bring it to the front doorstep to share in this new discovery. Isn't it cool, mom?&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/28038272-5472153291860020448?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5472153291860020448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5472153291860020448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5472153291860020448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5472153291860020448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-thats-huge.html' title='Now that&apos;s huge!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAdWki2EzI/AAAAAAAAByU/Jq0zf-0Pm5o/s72-c/IMG_1179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6802659506967383386</id><published>2008-05-20T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:09:01.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Turtle</title><content type='html'>Spring sure brings about lots of little creatures! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688168179831586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAb1Ei2EyI/AAAAAAAAByM/4YkICB74KDk/s200/IMG_1175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dad was mowing the yard, he noticed something moving in the grass. In an effort not to harm the tiny creature, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; the mower and search to see exactly what it could be. He found this cute, adorable, darling, little bitty turtle. (You may have to click on the photo to enlarge the photo to see just how beautiful it really is.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201687768747873042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAbd0i2ExI/AAAAAAAAByE/2ZPZKpJHCAg/s200/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made to sure place the little turtle in a safe place away from the mower. Little did this tiny turtle know that a gentle giant would save his life!! My dad, the hero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6802659506967383386?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6802659506967383386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6802659506967383386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6802659506967383386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6802659506967383386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/itsy-bitsy-turtle.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Turtle'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SDAb1Ei2EyI/AAAAAAAAByM/4YkICB74KDk/s72-c/IMG_1175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6318115015634881352</id><published>2008-05-19T06:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:02:40.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ferocious Beast (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>After the excess amount of barking I produced while warding off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ferocious&lt;/span&gt; beast. My mom decided not to retreat for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;, but decided to ensure that her baby boy was safe and sound. So she came over to see what was posing a threat to our family. Then she saw it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC80k0i2EvI/AAAAAAAABx0/6p3TIyzR5VI/s1600-h/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201433901820941042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC80k0i2EvI/AAAAAAAABx0/6p3TIyzR5VI/s200/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What exactly was this beast? I did not have a name for it, but my mom labeled it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PINE CONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC81Eki2EwI/AAAAAAAABx8/mGK4FeUQnpw/s1600-h/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201434447281787650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC81Eki2EwI/AAAAAAAABx8/mGK4FeUQnpw/s200/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I lunged forward to ward it off, it pricked my mouth over and over. So I finally took a huge breathe and &lt;em&gt;went for the gold&lt;/em&gt;. I grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pine cone&lt;/span&gt; and ran across the yard to keep my mother safe from &lt;em&gt;harm's way&lt;/em&gt;. Then one by one, I plucked the dangerous (and probably lethal) shards until it was bare and no longer a threat. Once again, SAWYER THE DOG SAVED THE DAY!!!!&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/28038272-6318115015634881352?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6318115015634881352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6318115015634881352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6318115015634881352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6318115015634881352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ferocious-beast-part-2.html' title='The Ferocious Beast (Part 2)'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC80k0i2EvI/AAAAAAAABx0/6p3TIyzR5VI/s72-c/IMG_1169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-80785707586429865</id><published>2008-05-18T08:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:22:01.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ferocious Beast (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I was outside running around while my mother was reading a book by our beautiful flowers. And what did my wondering eyes did appear... A FEROCIOUS BEAST! I crept in slowly to take a gander. As I got closer, I was unsure exactly what this beast could be. In order to protect my dear, precious, wonderful mom, I did what every good son would do. I BARKED! and I BARKED and I BARKED! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; I lunged forward and went in for the kill. Nothing is going to attack my mother. Don't worry Mom, Your Safe with Sawyer Burk around!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201414677547324130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC8jF0i2EuI/AAAAAAAABxs/M719IO5kLqE/s320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you wondering what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ferocious&lt;/span&gt; beast was? Tune in tomorrow to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-80785707586429865?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/80785707586429865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=80785707586429865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/80785707586429865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/80785707586429865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ferocious-beast-part-1.html' title='The Ferocious Beast (Part 1)'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC8jF0i2EuI/AAAAAAAABxs/M719IO5kLqE/s72-c/IMG_1167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2328531885169582252</id><published>2008-05-17T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:40:58.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Too Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC77rUi2EsI/AAAAAAAABxc/fb-uqO9YzDs/s1600-h/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201371341327307458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC77rUi2EsI/AAAAAAAABxc/fb-uqO9YzDs/s200/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every since I was a puppy, everyone has told me I was a big dog. Why is it that everyone tells children to "Slow Down. You're Growing Too Fast"? What I realized is that many things grow fast. For instance, here is a photo of the bushes my dad planted last summer. He added the limestone and bark this year. This first photo was taken at the beginning of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC78LUi2EtI/AAAAAAAABxk/l8PlYJODUSA/s1600-h/IMG_1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201371891083121362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC78LUi2EtI/AAAAAAAABxk/l8PlYJODUSA/s200/IMG_1165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now look at the photo with me. This is the most recent photo of the bushes. Haven't they grown a lot? I'm sure glad they kept growing. I used to get in a lot of trouble with my parents when I would nibble off the leaves and branches. My parents thought they wouldn't grow well if I kept eating them. But the proof is in the photos!!&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/28038272-2328531885169582252?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2328531885169582252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2328531885169582252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2328531885169582252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2328531885169582252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-too-fast.html' title='Growing Too Fast'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC77rUi2EsI/AAAAAAAABxc/fb-uqO9YzDs/s72-c/IMG_1166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-39267943381966885</id><published>2008-05-16T07:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:22:01.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma, I Helped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC17CEi2ErI/AAAAAAAABxU/19JURZ0gJuA/s1600-h/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200948420192637618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC17CEi2ErI/AAAAAAAABxU/19JURZ0gJuA/s200/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, we had some plants in the corner of our patio so that I could see them from the inside of the house. So I helped my mom pick a few out. Some of the plants were beautiful all by themselves so there was no need to combine them like the pink Geraniums,  purple Mexican Heather, and the greenish-white (oh so soft) Lambs Ear. The Lamb's Ear is so soft that my mom said it reminded her of my ears. But we all know that nothing can be that soft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCw3Rki2EqI/AAAAAAAABxM/-8waeO8RVOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200592444713210530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCw3Rki2EqI/AAAAAAAABxM/-8waeO8RVOQ/s200/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; lamb's ear so much that we bought a little one for the mini pot between the patio chairs where she sits to take in some rays. I also added some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celosias&lt;/span&gt; and festival dance coleus. Maybe those bright color plants will distract my mom from loving the lamb's ear so much. After all, few things in life should ever be more important than noticing and petting me!!! Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-39267943381966885?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/39267943381966885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=39267943381966885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/39267943381966885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/39267943381966885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-ma-i-helped.html' title='Look Ma, I Helped'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SC17CEi2ErI/AAAAAAAABxU/19JURZ0gJuA/s72-c/IMG_1161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6828675310724806544</id><published>2008-05-15T06:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:58:12.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't My Grandma Be So Proud of Me!!</title><content type='html'>I'm watering my baby plant-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ies&lt;/span&gt;, won't Grandma be so proud of me. I'm watering my baby &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCtgf0i2EpI/AAAAAAAABxE/Fd-TetcFjqY/s1600-h/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200356294526374546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCtgf0i2EpI/AAAAAAAABxE/Fd-TetcFjqY/s200/IMG_1162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plant-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ies&lt;/span&gt; -- whoa, it's storming. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sung to the Tune of "Baby Bumble Bee")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the few cold days, I had to work really hard to get my babies back to normal. So when the winds blew in and the storms gushed by, I got a little nervous. I crossed by paws and hoped that the tornado that was here last week didn't take them away. Boy did we get lucky. We are so blessed to be safe and sound with our plants to cheer us up!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCtgAUi2EoI/AAAAAAAABw8/UYVF2suZfIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200355753360495234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCtgAUi2EoI/AAAAAAAABw8/UYVF2suZfIQ/s200/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: Click on the photo to enlarge and see just how cute I really am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6828675310724806544?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6828675310724806544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6828675310724806544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6828675310724806544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6828675310724806544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/wont-my-grandma-be-so-proud-of-me.html' title='Won&apos;t My Grandma Be So Proud of Me!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCtgf0i2EpI/AAAAAAAABxE/Fd-TetcFjqY/s72-c/IMG_1162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-183142493154601600</id><published>2008-05-14T06:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:00:01.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawyer to the rescue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfCeki2ElI/AAAAAAAABwk/kXE2AkDfiJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199338125284217426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfCeki2ElI/AAAAAAAABwk/kXE2AkDfiJ4/s200/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may remember that I had a brief absence at the end of April/beginning of May. I mentioned that the weather got cold one night and though the plants were covered, the wind gushed through our backyard. Thus causing some of my dear plants to widdle away. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfDHEi2EmI/AAAAAAAABws/_pfj2c0RVeE/s1600-h/IMG_1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199338821068919394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfDHEi2EmI/AAAAAAAABws/_pfj2c0RVeE/s200/IMG_1164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the plants mean so much to my mom and I, we worked really hard to restore them. I personally worked so hard that my mom wanted me to stand next to the plants and show what I had done. You might have to compare back and see what changed due to the unpredictable weather of Oklahoma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: In the big urn, the coleus and sweet potato vine were shrived. Since there weren't great replacements at the nursery to replensh them, I had to make a few changes. We picked some white verbenas and white/yellow confetti to fill in the gaps. &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/28038272-183142493154601600?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/183142493154601600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=183142493154601600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/183142493154601600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/183142493154601600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sawyer-to-rescue.html' title='Sawyer to the rescue!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfCeki2ElI/AAAAAAAABwk/kXE2AkDfiJ4/s72-c/IMG_1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7151574668892425474</id><published>2008-05-13T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:53:02.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Singin in the Rain"</title><content type='html'>"I'm singing in the rain, Just singing in the rain, What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe_9Ui2EjI/AAAAAAAABwU/55SSjo6HOFM/s1600-h/IMG_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199335355030311474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe_9Ui2EjI/AAAAAAAABwU/55SSjo6HOFM/s200/IMG_1139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well almost. I am not that big of a rain fan. I don't like to get my paws wet when I got outside. However, I do like tp drink the water on the patio and listen to the creek when it's full. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfAgEi2EkI/AAAAAAAABwc/5ul_nRoBAbA/s1600-h/IMG_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199335952030765634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCfAgEi2EkI/AAAAAAAABwc/5ul_nRoBAbA/s200/IMG_1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shortly after my Grandma Diana helped plant flowers, rain swept through our neighborhood. In fact, there was so much rain that the creek was extremely high. We're pretty lucky that our backyard slopes a bit. If it didn't the creek would have creeped up our backyard making my paws awfully wet. Take a look at all that water. Now that's a lot of rain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7151574668892425474?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7151574668892425474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7151574668892425474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7151574668892425474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7151574668892425474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/singin-in-rain.html' title='&quot;Singin in the Rain&quot;'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe_9Ui2EjI/AAAAAAAABwU/55SSjo6HOFM/s72-c/IMG_1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8747698124306421694</id><published>2008-05-12T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:43:01.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Has Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe9HEi2EhI/AAAAAAAABwE/QV4mavTISV4/s1600-h/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199332223999152658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe9HEi2EhI/AAAAAAAABwE/QV4mavTISV4/s200/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year you may remember that my parents planted a Bradford Pear Tree in the backyard. It smelled so good that I couldn't help by take a bite of the &lt;strong&gt;bark&lt;/strong&gt;. I would nibble a little here and a little there. My parents weren't too happy with me when they got home. They always get onto my about &lt;strong&gt;barking&lt;/strong&gt; in the backyard. However, when they saw what I had done, they told me that "My bite was worse than you &lt;strong&gt;bark&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe92Ui2EiI/AAAAAAAABwM/gHDcsXsZx8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199333035747971618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe92Ui2EiI/AAAAAAAABwM/gHDcsXsZx8Q/s200/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, my parents shouldn't have been worried. A year has gone by and the Bradford Pear has made it through. In fact, the blooms during spring were  beautiful. But you know what they say about beauty...it's fleeting. Therefore I had to enjoy the pretty flowers while they lasted. Can't wait to see it happen again next year.  &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/28038272-8747698124306421694?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8747698124306421694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8747698124306421694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8747698124306421694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8747698124306421694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring Has Sprung'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCe9HEi2EhI/AAAAAAAABwE/QV4mavTISV4/s72-c/IMG_0987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-731727299134689703</id><published>2008-05-11T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:33:05.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXFXJflYmI/AAAAAAAABvk/d7BryJE9gEo/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198778346345161314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXFXJflYmI/AAAAAAAABvk/d7BryJE9gEo/s200/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all those mothers out there, I would like to wish you a Happy Mother's Day! Without mom's we wouldn't be here...literally!! So thanks for all you for your children and grandchildren (which includes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;granddogs&lt;/span&gt;). Hope you have a great day being celebrated!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXFt5flYnI/AAAAAAAABvs/_0sYr_xI4n0/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few photos of me with my mommy over the years. Wasn't I little? My, my how we children grow so fast! Good thing I've got lots of photos to document my life!!! Thanks mom!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXGGJflYoI/AAAAAAAABv0/AKhFDI8QAHk/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198779153799012994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXGGJflYoI/AAAAAAAABv0/AKhFDI8QAHk/s200/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXGeZflYpI/AAAAAAAABv8/uYg6aPw7p4o/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198779570410840722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXGeZflYpI/AAAAAAAABv8/uYg6aPw7p4o/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-731727299134689703?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/731727299134689703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=731727299134689703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/731727299134689703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/731727299134689703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCXFXJflYmI/AAAAAAAABvk/d7BryJE9gEo/s72-c/DSC00442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-83691819516460538</id><published>2008-05-10T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:19:42.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><title type='text'>I Got it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8jZflYkI/AAAAAAAABvU/JPIkEZ2caSA/s1600-h/IMG_1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198768661193908802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8jZflYkI/AAAAAAAABvU/JPIkEZ2caSA/s200/IMG_1131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8AZflYjI/AAAAAAAABvM/-nKEww1CZ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198768059898487346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8AZflYjI/AAAAAAAABvM/-nKEww1CZ7Y/s200/IMG_1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Throw after throw, I conquered the game. I was lightening fast....so fast that I think I had something better than cat-like reflexes...I had dog-like reflexes. Boy am I good!!! I wanted everyone to see that I had caught the ball each time so I would go around showing everyone. However, I didn't want to give it up. Why wouldn't my dad just find another ball to throw? That way I could add them all up. Little did dad know that I was making up a game of my own "Keep away from dad!" It's so fun, but somehow the Alpha of our family, DAD, always wins in the end. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198769125050376786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8-ZflYlI/AAAAAAAABvc/kIvpHqHkHOY/s320/IMG_1136.jpg" border="0" /&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/28038272-83691819516460538?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/83691819516460538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=83691819516460538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/83691819516460538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/83691819516460538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-it.html' title='I Got it!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW8jZflYkI/AAAAAAAABvU/JPIkEZ2caSA/s72-c/IMG_1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-258737263108676334</id><published>2008-05-09T10:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:13:05.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Good Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW6zpflYhI/AAAAAAAABu8/Xxoorv612ac/s1600-h/IMG_1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198766741343527442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW6zpflYhI/AAAAAAAABu8/Xxoorv612ac/s200/IMG_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad made up a new game with the tennis ball where he would throw it onto the roof. At first, I would watch it bounce off and run to catch it. Eventually I learned to listen closely for where I thought it would be when it rolled down and catch it in my mouth. I was pretty good at predicting the landing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW7TZflYiI/AAAAAAAABvE/nMi4pJrV2T4/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198767286804374050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW7TZflYiI/AAAAAAAABvE/nMi4pJrV2T4/s200/IMG_1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barclay on the other hand wasn't as good at this new game. Maybe because he's still a youngster. He could never track where the ball was going. In fact, when my dad threw the ball on the roof, Barclay noticed the direction it was going and ran inside the house. He didn't realize it went upwards. Silly dog... So much to learn. Good thing Sawyer is here to teach you Uncle Barclay!&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/28038272-258737263108676334?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/258737263108676334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=258737263108676334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/258737263108676334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/258737263108676334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-eye.html' title='Good Eye'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW6zpflYhI/AAAAAAAABu8/Xxoorv612ac/s72-c/IMG_1129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5060209479610613893</id><published>2008-05-08T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:08:11.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Barclay and Grandpa Don</title><content type='html'>While Grandma Diana and my mom planted &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW53JflYfI/AAAAAAAABus/CFu0QxwjzU8/s1600-h/IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowers, my dad and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW5UJflYeI/AAAAAAAABuk/67rnfzFkI4A/s1600-h/IMG_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198765100666020322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW5UJflYeI/AAAAAAAABuk/67rnfzFkI4A/s200/IMG_1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Don had to entertain me and my Uncle Barclay. They knew that we wanted to be outside with the ladies so they decide to make a game with the tennis ball. Since I don't like to chase after tennis balls (only sticks), my dad got really creative. Tune in tomorrow to find out what game he invented.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW6NpflYgI/AAAAAAAABu0/iCn3PHgNKb8/s1600-h/IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198766088508498434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW6NpflYgI/AAAAAAAABu0/iCn3PHgNKb8/s200/IMG_1130.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/28038272-5060209479610613893?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5060209479610613893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5060209479610613893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5060209479610613893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5060209479610613893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/barclay-and-grandpa-don.html' title='Barclay and Grandpa Don'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCW5UJflYeI/AAAAAAAABuk/67rnfzFkI4A/s72-c/IMG_1135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4510173435804829917</id><published>2008-05-07T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:14:49.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary Bouquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGbMwyk-bI/AAAAAAAABuc/zYK49j7hQXI/s1600-h/IMG_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197606088520038834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGbMwyk-bI/AAAAAAAABuc/zYK49j7hQXI/s400/IMG_1143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo goes out to my Grandpa Bob and Grandma Beef Jerky. Today is their wedding anniversary. I saved this photo just for them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it looks like something my Grandma would love. She loves pink flowers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dainty&lt;/span&gt; flowers. When we made this pot for the patio table, I thought it looked like a perfect wedding bouquet. Don't you love all the colors? I especially love the hot pink Snap Dragons (on the right) next to the Dusty Miller (Middle back). They just seem to pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a wonderful Anniversary today! I love you both! See you real soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4510173435804829917?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4510173435804829917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4510173435804829917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4510173435804829917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4510173435804829917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary-bouquet.html' title='The Anniversary Bouquet'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGbMwyk-bI/AAAAAAAABuc/zYK49j7hQXI/s72-c/IMG_1143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-198380071155459526</id><published>2008-05-06T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:03:47.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Potted Plants</title><content type='html'>Can you say that 5 times fast? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGZBQyk-ZI/AAAAAAAABuM/uGW1UWW-_eI/s1600-h/IMG_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603691928287634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGZBQyk-ZI/AAAAAAAABuM/uGW1UWW-_eI/s200/IMG_1141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pots that my Grandma Diana helped us plant. We found this huge urn at Home Depot for half off. What a great deal! In fact, it was such a great deal that when it was pointed out, my dad saw the price, hopped up on the ladder, pulled it down and placed it on the cart without hesitating. Usually he is very hesitant to buy things, but he knew it was a great purchase, especially for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; size. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGZkgyk-aI/AAAAAAAABuU/1u5GfrNjGKY/s1600-h/IMG_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604297518676386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGZkgyk-aI/AAAAAAAABuU/1u5GfrNjGKY/s200/IMG_1142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your favorite plant in the photos? The Blue Juniper (tree), the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celosias&lt;/span&gt; (the fuzzy plants in both photos), the purple fountain grass, or the confetti (on the far right in the urn)? &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/28038272-198380071155459526?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/198380071155459526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=198380071155459526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/198380071155459526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/198380071155459526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-potted-plants.html' title='Pretty Potted Plants'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SCGZBQyk-ZI/AAAAAAAABuM/uGW1UWW-_eI/s72-c/IMG_1141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1445787557303340113</id><published>2008-05-05T22:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:56:02.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SB_WPnzWp8I/AAAAAAAABt8/LACAYKiae28/s1600-h/IMG_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108058879600578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SB_WPnzWp8I/AAAAAAAABt8/LACAYKiae28/s200/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I was gone for a while. When my Grandma Diana came a few weeks ago, she helped me plant new flowers in my backyard. She knows that when it gets warm, I like to spend endless hours playing outside. She always likes to make it extra special for me!!! It looks absolutely beautiful now!! Thanks Grandma Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SB_WxHzWp9I/AAAAAAAABuE/bUw073Uc2-k/s1600-h/IMG_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108634405218258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SB_WxHzWp9I/AAAAAAAABuE/bUw073Uc2-k/s200/IMG_1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days after she left, it got really cold one night. My mom tried to cover the plants with towels, but the wind gushed through and pulled them off. Needless to say, some of the flowers took a hard hit. Therefore I had to tend the flowers to bring them back to life. That's why I've been gone for a while. But, now I'm back and can't wait to show you my newly decorated patio!!! Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-1445787557303340113?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1445787557303340113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1445787557303340113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1445787557303340113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1445787557303340113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SB_WPnzWp8I/AAAAAAAABt8/LACAYKiae28/s72-c/IMG_1128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4242797684140311201</id><published>2008-04-23T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:10:03.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Me Day - 2 Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; As of Today, April 23, 2008....&lt;br /&gt;I have been a Burk for 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Gotcha Day!&lt;br /&gt;It's the day my mom and dad adopted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287086938859426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA61mHzWp6I/AAAAAAAABts/1njN5OXnKJ4/s400/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Many of my Loyal Blow viewers know that on my Gotcha day, my mom tells me the story about how I came to be apart of this family. My birth mom was also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weimeraner&lt;/span&gt;. She looked a lot like me. She had 5 puppies that were all my brothers. When my dad and mom (Ryan and Tricia) went to look at all of us on the farm, they found my four brothers and I near the water spout. They said I was the liveliest one of the bunch! I had to be center of attention.  When all my brothers wore out, I was still going! My parents thought I had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;. Little did they know, I just needed lots and lots of attention. They said when they finally picked me, they took me towards the car. My biological mother went to check on my other brothers as she knew that I was in good hands and would love my new home. I cried and cried and cried. I didn't stop the whole way home until we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PetSmart&lt;/span&gt;. There I was greeted by everyone in the store. Everyone thought I was cute and wanted to hold me!!!! I eventually feel asleep in the buggy. After that, I was brought to my new home!! What a great two years it has been since that day. I wouldn't have it  any other way!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286571542783890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA61IHzWp5I/AAAAAAAABtk/l2aWhWUa4OU/s400/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a photo that shows my GOTCHA DAY. Aren't I Cute!! When you get some time, go through the archives and look at all the fun our family has had over the last two years!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4242797684140311201?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4242797684140311201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4242797684140311201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4242797684140311201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4242797684140311201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-me-day-2-years-old.html' title='Got Me Day - 2 Years Old'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA61mHzWp6I/AAAAAAAABts/1njN5OXnKJ4/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-603877724121418297</id><published>2008-04-22T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:24:53.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All Folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This ends the series on my many toys and my life as Sawyer the Destroyer. I hope that you have enjoyed this series. If you have a toy that you want to see if I can destroy, feel free to bring it on. I always love a challenge!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191323770080394114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtJds2u-4I/AAAAAAAABtU/dyVE6o4yTJ8/s400/IMG_0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Plus...If you have ideas of things you want to know more about, just let me know. I'm always glad to share my life with my Loyal Blog Viewers. Thanks for checking out my blog. Tune in tomorrow for something new! Until then, check out this photo of the many more toys I was able to destroy. You can see the tan and black blanket shards as I mentioned yesterday along with parts of ropes and big toys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;....being a dog is so much fun!&lt;br /&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/28038272-603877724121418297?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/603877724121418297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=603877724121418297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/603877724121418297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/603877724121418297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-all-folks.html' title='That&apos;s All Folks!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtJds2u-4I/AAAAAAAABtU/dyVE6o4yTJ8/s72-c/IMG_0887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-394834249117939553</id><published>2008-04-21T19:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:46:45.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Blankets into Shards</title><content type='html'>Of all the toys I've ever received, my blankets have always been my favorite. I am really good not to rip up mom or dad's blankets. I know exactly which ones belong to me and what I want to do with them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190961429459434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn_6s2u-yI/AAAAAAAABsg/yju2K9y3X5o/s200/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here was one of my first blankets and the many ways I used it. When I was a puppy (as seen above), I would play tug of war with it. At that time, my dad and mom were pretty strong. I was no match for them. However, over time the &lt;em&gt;tables have turned&lt;/em&gt;. They know that I'm the strong and mighty one. Sometimes I let them win because they were kind to let me win when I was a little pup. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAoAQs2u-zI/AAAAAAAABso/QhU6lx1mjpA/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190961807416556338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAoAQs2u-zI/AAAAAAAABso/QhU6lx1mjpA/s200/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtEV82u-0I/AAAAAAAABsw/gMnAeQQs6oI/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191318139378268994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtEV82u-0I/AAAAAAAABsw/gMnAeQQs6oI/s200/DSC02261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I got a bit older, I used my blanket to sit on for comfort. You know how I like me some comfort!! It was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; to rest. I would even spread it out and roll around on it. When no one was looking, I would hide my bone inside it by covering it with layers of blanket with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;muzzle&lt;/span&gt;. It was the perfect hiding spot for my prized possessions.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtEwM2u-1I/AAAAAAAABs4/CHozDrcMn1o/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191318590349835090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtEwM2u-1I/AAAAAAAABs4/CHozDrcMn1o/s200/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtFS82u-2I/AAAAAAAABtA/HiFuGtknfYc/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191319187350289250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtFS82u-2I/AAAAAAAABtA/HiFuGtknfYc/s200/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but certainly not least, my favorite way to play with my blanket(s) is to rip it into blanket shards. Though I love the end result, the process is pretty fun too! I make holes and then climb inside to entertain myself. It's a great workout! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191319719926233970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAtFx82u-3I/AAAAAAAABtI/b8qEu-8mDT8/s200/DSC02318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is that my dad's ties the shards into many little knots making it impossible to get undone...well almost impossible. Few things are too difficult for Sawyer the Dog to figure out! It just so happens that turning knots back into shards is my speciality. Come over to our house and see sometime. I know you'll be amazed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-394834249117939553?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/394834249117939553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=394834249117939553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/394834249117939553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/394834249117939553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/turning-blankets-into-shards.html' title='Turning Blankets into Shards'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn_6s2u-yI/AAAAAAAABsg/yju2K9y3X5o/s72-c/DSC00666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7757518729512549627</id><published>2008-04-20T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:23:48.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Work of Art</title><content type='html'>Rawhide bones are my favorite. I espeically love the ones that have knots on the end. You might remember that one Christmas I got 2 peanut butter bones that were 2 feet long. I just loved them!!! When I get one of those bones, my first thought is to break off the knot. Of all the bones I've had, this one turned out to be a true work of art. It took hours to shape it just how I wanted it. I wonder if an art museum would showcase it somewhere. If not, I guess I could just eat it!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190960501746498322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn_Es2u-xI/AAAAAAAABsY/U9oM8GHobDc/s400/Piece+of+art.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7757518729512549627?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7757518729512549627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7757518729512549627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7757518729512549627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7757518729512549627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-of-art.html' title='A Work of Art'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn_Es2u-xI/AAAAAAAABsY/U9oM8GHobDc/s72-c/Piece+of+art.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1291874313138129109</id><published>2008-04-19T09:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:14:33.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeying Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn9ec2u-vI/AAAAAAAABsI/YpIDERciAUk/s1600-h/Monkeying+Around.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190958745104874226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn9ec2u-vI/AAAAAAAABsI/YpIDERciAUk/s200/Monkeying+Around.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time, my mom brought me a monkey home from work. It was really cool. It wore a pretty blue t-shirt and I carried it around in my mouth for a while like my own little friend. Finally, I decided that the stuffing inside was much more important. So I thought of some &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn9282u-wI/AAAAAAAABsQ/7966tj4vEyI/s1600-h/Toy11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190959166011669250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn9282u-wI/AAAAAAAABsQ/7966tj4vEyI/s200/Toy11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;creative ways to rip it out like making holes by the appendages. The funniest way I got the stuffing out was by pulling it from his mouth. (Of course I had to rip off his red mouth to get inside as you can see). It almost looked like he was talking to me. What a great friend to sacrifice himself for my entertainment. At the End of the Day, he was still the same old friend laying around. However he wasn't as "full of it" as he used to be. But that's okay....I like it better that way!&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/28038272-1291874313138129109?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1291874313138129109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1291874313138129109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1291874313138129109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1291874313138129109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkeying-around.html' title='Monkeying Around'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn9ec2u-vI/AAAAAAAABsI/YpIDERciAUk/s72-c/Monkeying+Around.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4499495376268842505</id><published>2008-04-18T06:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:33:47.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Paul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA1qFnzWp4I/AAAAAAAABtc/5Yk5s8tOxRs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191922590244317058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA1qFnzWp4I/AAAAAAAABtc/5Yk5s8tOxRs/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAn6NM2u-uI/AAAAAAAABsA/soQzsotsXz0/s1600-h/Vegas_PC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;May the Force be with you!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4499495376268842505?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4499495376268842505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4499495376268842505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4499495376268842505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4499495376268842505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-uncle-paul.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Paul...'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SA1qFnzWp4I/AAAAAAAABtc/5Yk5s8tOxRs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4949047552369640371</id><published>2008-04-17T22:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:11:06.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destroying Toys is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>I've had so many toys come and go in my lifetime. One thing I can say is that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; like breaking up, it's hard to do. Thus the song which you can learn more about at this site. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breaking_Up_Is_Hard_to_Do_(song"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breaking_Up_Is_Hard_to_Do_(song&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190555098732631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAiOXI8NFlI/AAAAAAAABrc/5ROwJkFX1ec/s200/Toy12+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, take a gander at this photo of me napping in between my toy destruction. I believe in working hard and then sleeping hard. Once I am all rested up, I am ready to start my path of terror. I showed this red toy just who was the boss. You should know the name by now. It's SAWYER THE DESTROYER!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190556464532231778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAiPmo8NFmI/AAAAAAAABrk/B9snENDQ6d4/s200/Toy13.JPG" border="0" /&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/28038272-4949047552369640371?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4949047552369640371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4949047552369640371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4949047552369640371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4949047552369640371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/destroying-toys-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Destroying Toys is Hard to Do'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAiOXI8NFlI/AAAAAAAABrc/5ROwJkFX1ec/s72-c/Toy12+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2431578388070449387</id><published>2008-04-16T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:39:53.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomer Sooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8HI8NFgI/AAAAAAAABrE/Df9Uf6r6mbs/s1600-h/DSC02311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189620238971115010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8HI8NFgI/AAAAAAAABrE/Df9Uf6r6mbs/s200/DSC02311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8ho8NFiI/AAAAAAAABrU/JmTbFy1YkhE/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189620694237648418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8ho8NFiI/AAAAAAAABrU/JmTbFy1YkhE/s200/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite ropes of all time was my Red and White rope. I called it Boomer Sooner since my mom is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU Alumni, which makes me a legacy to the Sooners!&lt;/span&gt; This special rope had three red balls to chew on. It was great when I was a teething puppy. But, it was even better as I grew up. I realized that I could rip off &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8VY8NFhI/AAAAAAAABrM/JclDHSnGZ-c/s1600-h/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189620483784250898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8VY8NFhI/AAAAAAAABrM/JclDHSnGZ-c/s200/DSC02316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the red balls and tear the rope into many pieces. Sometimes people don't like to play with large toys. So I decided they might play more if the toy was smaller. After I downsized, I would take the toy and put it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; hand or drop it at their feet. It was the perfect idea for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; Sooner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2431578388070449387?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2431578388070449387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2431578388070449387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2431578388070449387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2431578388070449387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/boomer-sooner.html' title='Boomer Sooner'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU8HI8NFgI/AAAAAAAABrE/Df9Uf6r6mbs/s72-c/DSC02311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6222582087965282218</id><published>2008-04-15T07:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:34:26.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Path to Destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASeA48NFdI/AAAAAAAABqs/McFZSNQSQ7U/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189446408759743954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASeA48NFdI/AAAAAAAABqs/McFZSNQSQ7U/s200/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASdtY8NFcI/AAAAAAAABqk/8zEiQkA1eNE/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189446073752294850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASdtY8NFcI/AAAAAAAABqk/8zEiQkA1eNE/s200/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destroying the Frisbee wasn't as easy as it seemed it would be. It took a lot of hard work. For this toy's destruction, I have to plan out my method of attack. As you could probably tell from yesterday, I used my paws to hold it down while I nibbled on it. I would also bend it back and forth with my mighty jaws. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;softening&lt;/span&gt; the rubber, I would than take big, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;, ginormous bites to chip away at the Frisbee. At first there were just teeth marks, but the hard work finally paid off when &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU7OY8NFfI/AAAAAAAABq8/_TtGx7W8qBc/s1600-h/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189619264013538802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAU7OY8NFfI/AAAAAAAABq8/_TtGx7W8qBc/s200/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little shards of Frisbee started crumbling to the ground. Here is some of the progress I made. Once I got this far, it was all down hill. I was able to completely destroy this toy in Sawyer fashion. Man, sometimes I'm stronger than I realize!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASeVY8NFeI/AAAAAAAABq0/9cqGF2lVEOQ/s1600-h/DSC02257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189446760947062242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASeVY8NFeI/AAAAAAAABq0/9cqGF2lVEOQ/s200/DSC02257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6222582087965282218?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6222582087965282218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6222582087965282218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6222582087965282218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6222582087965282218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/path-to-destruction.html' title='Path to Destruction'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SASeA48NFdI/AAAAAAAABqs/McFZSNQSQ7U/s72-c/DSC02256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5834223553889888884</id><published>2008-04-14T22:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:14:40.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee Shisbee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQdYY8NFaI/AAAAAAAABqU/fyXoYE-FybM/s1600-h/DSC02254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189304975486686626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQdYY8NFaI/AAAAAAAABqU/fyXoYE-FybM/s200/DSC02254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQb0o8NFXI/AAAAAAAABp8/TcK_jsDK4xs/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189303261794735474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQb0o8NFXI/AAAAAAAABp8/TcK_jsDK4xs/s200/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents got me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; one time from Sonic. It was a crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;. It had a light in the middle that lite up when someone threw it. It also made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; noises as it zoomed through the air. My mom and dad kept telling me that I needed to chase it in the back yard, but I had a better idea. Since it was made of plastic, I decided to demolish it with my Sawyer the Destroyer skills. Did you know that rubber is extremely chewy? It was a real change, but I gave it my best. Tomorrow I will show you what I was able to do with my bare paws and sharp teeth. You won't want to miss it!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQcfo8NFZI/AAAAAAAABqM/XvBmDUiFif8/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189304000529110418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQcfo8NFZI/AAAAAAAABqM/XvBmDUiFif8/s200/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQcJo8NFYI/AAAAAAAABqE/tDhZaYCIE3c/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189303622571988354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQcJo8NFYI/AAAAAAAABqE/tDhZaYCIE3c/s200/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5834223553889888884?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5834223553889888884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5834223553889888884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5834223553889888884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5834223553889888884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/frisbee-shisbee.html' title='Frisbee Shisbee'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SAQdYY8NFaI/AAAAAAAABqU/fyXoYE-FybM/s72-c/DSC02254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8714550575542066970</id><published>2008-04-13T23:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:25:31.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope-n-ball combo</title><content type='html'>{Sung to tune of &lt;em&gt;Wash that Man Right Out of My Hair&lt;/em&gt; from Musical &lt;strong&gt;South Pacific&lt;/strong&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna rip that ball right off of that rope, I'm gonna rip that ball right off of that rope, I'm gonna rip that ball right off of that rope, and send it on it's way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188948836798502242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALZeY8NFWI/AAAAAAAABp0/gTARq09aeZM/s200/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, I received a toy that was a rope with a tennis ball in the middle. Now before this I had a tennis ball and a rope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore it didn't seem right that they be together. Within an hour, I had ripped the covering off the tennis ball as you can begin to see her. Needless to say, I was able to tear the ball off the rope in no time. They don't call me SAWYER THE DESTROYER for nothing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-8714550575542066970?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8714550575542066970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8714550575542066970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8714550575542066970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8714550575542066970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/rope-n-ball-combo.html' title='Rope-n-ball combo'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALZeY8NFWI/AAAAAAAABp0/gTARq09aeZM/s72-c/DSC02719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2968812984229831444</id><published>2008-04-11T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:08:00.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Yellow Fellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALV6o8NFTI/AAAAAAAABpc/tygVcQ6dCN4/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188944924083295538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALV6o8NFTI/AAAAAAAABpc/tygVcQ6dCN4/s200/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALUtY8NFSI/AAAAAAAABpU/mpYWOyXhcC4/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188943596938401058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALUtY8NFSI/AAAAAAAABpU/mpYWOyXhcC4/s200/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the beginning of this series on my toys and my life as Sawyer the Destroyer, I showed you my first gift from my Uncle Scott. It was a blue dog. Though I loved playing with it, the best part was discovering the squeaker and stuffing hidden inside. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALWrI8NFUI/AAAAAAAABpk/2NM4YcBtJPE/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945757306950978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALWrI8NFUI/AAAAAAAABpk/2NM4YcBtJPE/s200/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got a little bigger, I missed my Blue Dog so my parents got me a Yellow Fellow that looked just like him (well except he was yellow). This time around I was bigger and badder (you know in a good way). I was able to rip out the squeaker and stuffing in &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALXyI8NFVI/AAAAAAAABps/srvd2j6_uNs/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188946977077663058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALXyI8NFVI/AAAAAAAABps/srvd2j6_uNs/s200/DSC02695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no time. I was no longer a pup. I had learned from past experiences and continued to develop my destroyer skills. Thanks mom and dad for showing me how much I had matured over the years!!! Keep the toys a-comin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALWrI8NFUI/AAAAAAAABpk/2NM4YcBtJPE/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2968812984229831444?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2968812984229831444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2968812984229831444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2968812984229831444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2968812984229831444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-yellow-fellow.html' title='Little Yellow Fellow'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/SALV6o8NFTI/AAAAAAAABpc/tygVcQ6dCN4/s72-c/DSC02442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5101892459980570369</id><published>2008-04-09T19:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:42:29.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue Rope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_yo_WUhnSI/AAAAAAAABpE/uSxUTVqIEUw/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187206677100862754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_yo_WUhnSI/AAAAAAAABpE/uSxUTVqIEUw/s200/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blue rope was one of my first toys. It was probably one of the longest lasting toys I had. I think I played with it for over a year. After hours and hours of tug of war and fetch, it became ratty and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_ypRGUhnTI/AAAAAAAABpM/zMX2sHajdtw/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187206982043540786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_ypRGUhnTI/AAAAAAAABpM/zMX2sHajdtw/s200/DSC02690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smelly. My parents finally decided to get rid of it. Before it made the final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;descent&lt;/span&gt; into the silver trash can, I took a minute to remember the good times that we had together and mourn the loss of a great friend. So long, blue rope, so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5101892459980570369?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5101892459980570369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5101892459980570369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5101892459980570369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5101892459980570369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-rope.html' title='My Blue Rope'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_yo_WUhnSI/AAAAAAAABpE/uSxUTVqIEUw/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2125734694703843978</id><published>2008-04-08T06:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:11:07.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No match for me</title><content type='html'>Just like the bath rug, I liked the comfort but did not think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; pillow was an alternative to my parent's bed. So, I did what had to be done... I ripped it to shreds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186470974972861714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_oL32UhnRI/AAAAAAAABo8/fjNdjXyD6zw/s200/DSC02249.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Unlike my plastic football, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; bed was not as easy to devour. It was a very strategic process that took planning, determination, and consistency. I realized that to get to the stuffing-filled center, I would have to find a way to get in. Since I don't have thumbs, I was unable to slide open the zipper. Therefore, I decided I needed to tear it off. Over a few weeks, I gnawed at the zipper until one day I tore it completely off. From there, I quickly pulled out all the stuffing from inside the mesh cover inside. That part was easy and super fun. All in all, I was able to destroy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; pillow and secure my place on the bed. What can I say, I'm dedicated to comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/28038272-2125734694703843978?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2125734694703843978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2125734694703843978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2125734694703843978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2125734694703843978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-match-for-me.html' title='No match for me'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_oL32UhnRI/AAAAAAAABo8/fjNdjXyD6zw/s72-c/DSC02249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8310141464462084113</id><published>2008-04-07T19:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:54:09.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I "knead" my Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mIVmUhnMI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yjo8NU9OHK8/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326350539103426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mIVmUhnMI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yjo8NU9OHK8/s200/DSC02022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may remember my big pillow. Shortly after I stopped sleeping in my cage, my parents thought that I could sleep on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; pillow (instead of the bed with them). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mIvGUhnNI/AAAAAAAABoc/ybfEZ1B2HAI/s1600-h/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326788625767634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mIvGUhnNI/AAAAAAAABoc/ybfEZ1B2HAI/s200/DSC02083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried it out for a while. It was great for a nap, but not a long night's sleep. I realized that it was also super soft and perfect for kneading. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mJQ2UhnOI/AAAAAAAABok/-po6jzDRuFw/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327368446352610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mJQ2UhnOI/AAAAAAAABok/-po6jzDRuFw/s200/DSC02084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know most dogs do not knead, it is so much fun. It is so comfy and it puts you right at ease. Many of the times, it helps you go to sleep like a dream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mJpWUhnPI/AAAAAAAABos/JtLBbkmbTgw/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mJpWUhnPI/AAAAAAAABos/JtLBbkmbTgw/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327789353147634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mJpWUhnPI/AAAAAAAABos/JtLBbkmbTgw/s200/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You may be wondering what my pillow has to do with toys and Sawyer the Destroy. Tune in tomorrow for the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-8310141464462084113?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8310141464462084113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8310141464462084113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8310141464462084113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8310141464462084113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-knead-my-pillow.html' title='I &quot;knead&quot; my Pillow'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R_mIVmUhnMI/AAAAAAAABoU/Yjo8NU9OHK8/s72-c/DSC02022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6234528034707474618</id><published>2008-04-06T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:02:52.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My blue bath rug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad's old bath rug from his bachelor days quickly became the &lt;em&gt;piece de resistance&lt;/em&gt; inside my cage. When I was little, my parents put it on the bottom of my cage since it was very soft. They knew I liked comfort!! Though I liked laying on it, I decided I did not want to sleep inside my cage any more. So I quickly tore it to shreds one day. Yesterday's photo was the only remaining piece of it. Finally, after my parents realized I wasn't comfortable sleeping in the cage by the way I would cry all during the night, they finally gave in and let me sleep in the bed. I'm a little sorry that the blue rug had to be sacrificed for me to get my way, but I can get over it. Especially when I'm sleeping in my King size bed next to my wonderful parents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6234528034707474618?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6234528034707474618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6234528034707474618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6234528034707474618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6234528034707474618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/answer-is.html' title='The answer is...'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6589403772156144412</id><published>2008-04-05T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:12:37.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess what this toy use to be?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183160358346529970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5I4mUhnLI/AAAAAAAABoM/F4niAeFsbxM/s200/Toy5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last remaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shard&lt;/span&gt; of this particular toy. I'll give a few hints to help you figure it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not made to be a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It use to sit my cage to make it more comfortable to lie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually goes in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you know what it is? If so, post a reply to my blog. The answer will be revealed on tomorrow's blog spot. Good luck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6589403772156144412?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6589403772156144412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6589403772156144412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6589403772156144412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6589403772156144412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/name-that-toy.html' title='Name that toy'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5I4mUhnLI/AAAAAAAABoM/F4niAeFsbxM/s72-c/Toy5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8312671393793698378</id><published>2008-04-04T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:50:54.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Pig Skin</title><content type='html'>When my mom worked at the hospital, she got a plastic football. It looked like a real pig skin, but it was slippery and slick. Though it was a little intimidating at first since I'd never had a toy like it before, it quickly became one of the easiest destructions I've ever had. What can I say...they don't call my Sawyer the Destroyer for nothing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183156896602889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5FvGUhnGI/AAAAAAAABnk/uJCMWMJWTZk/s200/Toy7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183157974639680674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5Gt2UhnKI/AAAAAAAABoE/GjVcNbUWOjk/s200/Toy9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183157545142951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5GU2UhnII/AAAAAAAABn0/EzlOjPXZmco/s200/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5GEGUhnHI/AAAAAAAABns/mocOJrxNJ8I/s1600-h/Toy9.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-8312671393793698378?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8312671393793698378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8312671393793698378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8312671393793698378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8312671393793698378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/plastic-pig-skin.html' title='Plastic Pig Skin'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5FvGUhnGI/AAAAAAAABnk/uJCMWMJWTZk/s72-c/Toy7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3248332615396319</id><published>2008-04-03T19:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:49:53.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Football Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5D-2UhnCI/AAAAAAAABnE/qrIJnJxQfP8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183154968162573346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5D-2UhnCI/AAAAAAAABnE/qrIJnJxQfP8/s200/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said a few days ago, I LOVE FOOTBALL. When my Uncle Scott came over to visit, I could always talk him into to playing football. Even though I flattened my USA football, he was still willing to play with me. We would play catch a lot, but most of all we'd play tug of war.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5EYGUhnDI/AAAAAAAABnM/hup4D2ttDbk/s1600-h/3b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183155401954270258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5EYGUhnDI/AAAAAAAABnM/hup4D2ttDbk/s200/3b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I gave him &lt;em&gt;a run for his money. &lt;/em&gt;Not only do I have jaws of steel and muscular legs, I have determination. That's what makes me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; competitor. Maybe the NFL will pick my up for the Dallas Cowboys. Well, probably not...But a dog can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5FFGUhnFI/AAAAAAAABnc/rC0ww_ypCMI/s1600-h/3a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183156175048383570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5FFGUhnFI/AAAAAAAABnc/rC0ww_ypCMI/s200/3a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5EymUhnEI/AAAAAAAABnU/hQEfn_YZ2Y0/s1600-h/3c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183155857220803650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5EymUhnEI/AAAAAAAABnU/hQEfn_YZ2Y0/s200/3c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Here are the last remaining shards of the USA football. Sometimes, I'm stronger than I realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3248332615396319?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3248332615396319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3248332615396319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3248332615396319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3248332615396319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/football-anyone.html' title='Football Anyone'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5D-2UhnCI/AAAAAAAABnE/qrIJnJxQfP8/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4376496651548201724</id><published>2008-04-02T19:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:14:32.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Friend &amp; New friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5CeWUhnBI/AAAAAAAABm8/VHk-eYLZrAI/s1600-h/2d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183153310305197074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5CeWUhnBI/AAAAAAAABm8/VHk-eYLZrAI/s200/2d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you remember Sawyer's 'Big Friend'? If not, go to the Archives under August 2006 and look for Aug 22-24 for more details. Here are some snip-it's of information taken from those days written by his mommy:  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5BX2Uhm-I/AAAAAAAABmk/cce1iHpERUU/s1600-h/2c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183152099124419554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5BX2Uhm-I/AAAAAAAABmk/cce1iHpERUU/s200/2c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" This was the first companion that Sawyer got when he moved to the Burk's House. Directly after he was adopted, Sawyer and his parents went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PetSmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This toy was picked out for him to sleep and play with. Since the beginning, Sawyer has enjoyed the company of his Big Friend!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5Bo2Uhm_I/AAAAAAAABms/hYRMfa8NNW0/s1600-h/2e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183152391182195698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5Bo2Uhm_I/AAAAAAAABms/hYRMfa8NNW0/s200/2e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sawyer loved his "Big Friend" so much that he &lt;em&gt;ripped him to pieces&lt;/em&gt; (literally). He took out the squeaker and some of the stuffing. Therefore we finally decided to replace him "Big Friend" with a "New Friend"..... "When give the choice between the two, Sawyer gladly selected his "Big Friend." He is such a loyal pal!!"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5CDGUhnAI/AAAAAAAABm0/XXa0-L5i5uU/s1600-h/2f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183152842153761794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5CDGUhnAI/AAAAAAAABm0/XXa0-L5i5uU/s200/2f.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over time, Sawyer has had several of these friends. We eventually have to start naming them by the number. Like #3 and #4. With each friend, he much sure to give them lots of love and attention. He even invented new ways to play with them and get the squeaker out. Though many friends have come and gone, his original Big Friend will always be his favorite Best Friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4376496651548201724?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4376496651548201724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4376496651548201724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4376496651548201724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4376496651548201724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-friend-new-friend.html' title='Big Friend &amp; New friend'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5CeWUhnBI/AAAAAAAABm8/VHk-eYLZrAI/s72-c/2d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5752055506831717525</id><published>2008-04-01T19:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:46:43.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martian Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-4_umUhm6I/AAAAAAAABmE/VzIJLJJk-dM/s1600-h/2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183150290943187874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-4_umUhm6I/AAAAAAAABmE/VzIJLJJk-dM/s200/2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5ABWUhm7I/AAAAAAAABmM/u-a_2cwNcmI/s1600-h/2b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183150613065735090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5ABWUhm7I/AAAAAAAABmM/u-a_2cwNcmI/s200/2b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another toy my dad gave me a Martian. He got it at a computer conference. It was super cool. It was made of shiny blue material that crinkled every time you touched it. I knew right away it would be the perfect toy to pull apart. The limbs were the easiest, but overall martians are no challenge to Sawyer the Dog!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183151158526581698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-5AhGUhm8I/AAAAAAAABmU/McIpVYgubjE/s200/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5752055506831717525?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5752055506831717525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5752055506831717525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5752055506831717525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5752055506831717525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/martian-man.html' title='Martian Man'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-4_umUhm6I/AAAAAAAABmE/VzIJLJJk-dM/s72-c/2a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1160303757734587070</id><published>2008-03-29T06:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:08:37.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made by dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cP2WUhm3I/AAAAAAAABls/WPotAPFbkig/s1600-h/1a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181127322692066162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cP2WUhm3I/AAAAAAAABls/WPotAPFbkig/s200/1a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now from Sawyer's Vault of Pictures...The Blue football!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cQRWUhm4I/AAAAAAAABl0/9-zzcRouM0E/s1600-h/1b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181127786548534146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cQRWUhm4I/AAAAAAAABl0/9-zzcRouM0E/s200/1b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cQRWUhm4I/AAAAAAAABl0/9-zzcRouM0E/s1600-h/1b.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dad was in High School, he took a class where he learned to sew. Since my dad is very manly, he couldn't make just any old thing. He decided to make a blue football, which he has kept for over 10 years. When he adopted me, he decided it would be the perfect gift. So he let me play with it. This blue and black football was used so many times playing catch with my dad. (Personal Note: who needs human children when you can play the same games with your favorite dog?!?) I think that's why I still love football today. I also love the fall so that I can sit on the couch next to my dad watching the Dallas Cowboys. Now that's the life! Here's a photo of the wear and tear from playing so much catch. I made sure not to rip it to shreds since my dad loved it so much! Thanks dad for sharing such a special gift! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181128203160361874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cQpmUhm5I/AAAAAAAABl8/xRCMHAwgR18/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-1160303757734587070?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1160303757734587070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1160303757734587070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1160303757734587070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1160303757734587070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/made-by-dad.html' title='Made by dad'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-cP2WUhm3I/AAAAAAAABls/WPotAPFbkig/s72-c/1a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6328806291621039843</id><published>2008-03-28T07:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:22:29.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wk5WUhmzI/AAAAAAAABlM/QQHzwMzXQY0/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180728251510790962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wk5WUhmzI/AAAAAAAABlM/QQHzwMzXQY0/s200/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may remember that my first toy came from my Uncle Scott. It was a blue dog. It was small and soft. I would carry it around everywhere I went. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wl1mUhm0I/AAAAAAAABlU/KdHWfy-aPQ4/s1600-h/Toy12+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180729286597909314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wl1mUhm0I/AAAAAAAABlU/KdHWfy-aPQ4/s200/Toy12+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realized that stuffing was inside. That was my favorite part. It was then that I found my love for devouring toys when my powerful jaw. Thanks Uncle Scott for showing me the strength within!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WmRWUhm1I/AAAAAAAABlc/OGm3dAnPyw4/s1600-h/Toy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180729763339279186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WmRWUhm1I/AAAAAAAABlc/OGm3dAnPyw4/s200/Toy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Aren't I cute? As always, you can look in the archives to see me when I was a wee little pup. I was adorable. Or at least that's what my mom says!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6328806291621039843?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6328806291621039843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6328806291621039843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6328806291621039843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6328806291621039843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-toy.html' title='My First Toy'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wk5WUhmzI/AAAAAAAABlM/QQHzwMzXQY0/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5956184598536955589</id><published>2008-03-27T06:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:26:49.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjlWUhmyI/AAAAAAAABlE/nvuwyLvCJ1w/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180726808401779490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjlWUhmyI/AAAAAAAABlE/nvuwyLvCJ1w/s200/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toys, toys everywhere. Toys, toys not going to share!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjF2UhmxI/AAAAAAAABk8/3tmr_FxfDyY/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180726267235900178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjF2UhmxI/AAAAAAAABk8/3tmr_FxfDyY/s200/DSC01873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjF2UhmxI/AAAAAAAABk8/3tmr_FxfDyY/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were a few of my favorite toys. My blue dog, my tennis ball, my water bone, my blue rope and a bone shard. Also included is a rubber snake from outside that was meant to scare away the birds. Didn't scare me! I'm Sawyer the dog! I don't run from toys. I run AT them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5956184598536955589?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5956184598536955589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5956184598536955589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5956184598536955589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5956184598536955589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ode-to-toys.html' title='Ode to Toys'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WjlWUhmyI/AAAAAAAABlE/nvuwyLvCJ1w/s72-c/DSC01872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3891171038655434039</id><published>2008-03-26T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:52:31.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WiNGUhmvI/AAAAAAAABks/KekAoaOvKf4/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180725292278323954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WiNGUhmvI/AAAAAAAABks/KekAoaOvKf4/s200/DSC02119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After showing the photos of my red toy, it reminded me of all my favorite toys in the past. Many of them do not remain today. However, their memory lives on. While thinking about those toys, I got a &lt;em&gt;bright &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WiiGUhmwI/AAAAAAAABk0/nU30l17Lz70/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180725653055576834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WiiGUhmwI/AAAAAAAABk0/nU30l17Lz70/s200/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idea!&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not blog about those cherished items that made live so much more enjoyable. So get ready in the next few days (or even weeks) to see how toys have made my life exciting!! To the right is a photo to take get us started on a &lt;em&gt;jog down memory lane!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3891171038655434039?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3891171038655434039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3891171038655434039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3891171038655434039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3891171038655434039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WiNGUhmvI/AAAAAAAABks/KekAoaOvKf4/s72-c/DSC02119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1474643226246922290</id><published>2008-03-25T19:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:51:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wfx2UhmsI/AAAAAAAABkU/GtFmEJiZgrw/s1600-h/IMG_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180722625103633090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wfx2UhmsI/AAAAAAAABkU/GtFmEJiZgrw/s200/IMG_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WfU2UhmrI/AAAAAAAABkM/nnf840voLy0/s1600-h/IMG_0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180722126887426738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WfU2UhmrI/AAAAAAAABkM/nnf840voLy0/s200/IMG_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is too short not to enjoy! Sometimes you have to let down your hair and experience the moment. That's exactly how I felt with my red toy. As it crumbled into tiny shreds, I made sure to roll around in it. Now that's the high life! Thanks Grandma Diana for the toy and all the fun moments that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;broug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WgpmUhmuI/AAAAAAAABkk/G0KiJpy4JtA/s1600-h/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180723582881340130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WgpmUhmuI/AAAAAAAABkk/G0KiJpy4JtA/s200/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ht to me!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WgKWUhmtI/AAAAAAAABkc/m4qn7Yc6N2c/s1600-h/IMG_0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180723046010428114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WgKWUhmtI/AAAAAAAABkc/m4qn7Yc6N2c/s200/IMG_0927.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/28038272-1474643226246922290?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1474643226246922290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1474643226246922290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1474643226246922290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1474643226246922290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-thats-fun.html' title='Now that&apos;s fun'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wfx2UhmsI/AAAAAAAABkU/GtFmEJiZgrw/s72-c/IMG_0926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4568340951004186659</id><published>2008-03-24T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:17:37.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Red Rope Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WdRGUhmpI/AAAAAAAABj8/rKLhCuTvWqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180719863439661714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WdRGUhmpI/AAAAAAAABj8/rKLhCuTvWqQ/s200/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WecmUhmqI/AAAAAAAABkE/Z7bH_8b--Pg/s1600-h/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180721160519785122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WecmUhmqI/AAAAAAAABkE/Z7bH_8b--Pg/s200/IMG_0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with one of my more recent toys, the red rope toy that my Grandma Diana brought me shortly after New Years. It was super cool. It was huge and made up of large pieces of thick yarn all balled up. (Much better than those cat toys made of yarn). This one had a handle made of rope. At first I carried it around the house showing everyone. Finally, I couldn't resist riping it to shreds. I do have to admit that sometimes I am stronger than I realize. Once I put my mind to something, nothing can stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4568340951004186659?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4568340951004186659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4568340951004186659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4568340951004186659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4568340951004186659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-red-rope-toy.html' title='My Red Rope Toy'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WdRGUhmpI/AAAAAAAABj8/rKLhCuTvWqQ/s72-c/IMG_0921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1953220225192715766</id><published>2008-03-23T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:56:34.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wbx2UhmoI/AAAAAAAABj0/iVvlfOsjPK0/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180718227057121922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wbx2UhmoI/AAAAAAAABj0/iVvlfOsjPK0/s200/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like wish everyone a Very Happy Easter. Today is my favorite day of the year! Though I said it would be photos of me, I wanted to take a moment and show a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; last Easter. She just loved reading the book about Jesus!!! She could even read it upside down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; read it aloud to me over and over. She said... that Jesus was God's son. He came to Earth a long time ago. He did lots of miracles and wonders. Some people were jealous of him and they nailed him to the Cross. Jesus died for our sins (when we turn away from God). The best part of the story is that after 3 days, he came back to life. No one has ever done that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; told me that he went to his disciples who weren't sure if it was him. He said...."Look I have holes in my hand. Wanna see?" That's how they knew that Jesus was God's son and that he was no longer dead. He was alive. At the end of the story she sings...."He's alive, He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aliiiiiiive&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-1953220225192715766?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1953220225192715766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1953220225192715766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1953220225192715766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1953220225192715766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-Wbx2UhmoI/AAAAAAAABj0/iVvlfOsjPK0/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7519608958718662571</id><published>2008-03-22T18:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:47:33.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, It's time to get back to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180716513365170802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WaOGUhmnI/AAAAAAAABjs/-T8MlJM7qVo/s320/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are recent photos of my family celebrating Easter, but I thought that my loyal blog viewers would like to see a photo of ME first!!! I know everyone has missed seeing how cute I am. So, you wish has come true!! For the next few days, it will me, me, and more of me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/28038272-7519608958718662571?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7519608958718662571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7519608958718662571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7519608958718662571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7519608958718662571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-me.html' title='Back to Me'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-WaOGUhmnI/AAAAAAAABjs/-T8MlJM7qVo/s72-c/IMG_0889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5460852197571961856</id><published>2008-03-21T06:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:40:04.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>One Last Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91UTkXT5QI/AAAAAAAABjU/RRVMwmbOSg8/s1600-h/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387841701635330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91UTkXT5QI/AAAAAAAABjU/RRVMwmbOSg8/s320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the last photo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Party. After all of the balloons, playing, and food, everyone went home from the party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;, Bunny, and my mom went through all of the gifts to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; received. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; really loved the play make-up. She thought it was perfect addition to her dress-up collection. She and my mom thought they would try it on along with their princess crowns and jewelry. What a fun party for everyone!!! The best part is that the fun never stops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5460852197571961856?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5460852197571961856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5460852197571961856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5460852197571961856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5460852197571961856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-last-photo.html' title='One Last Photo'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91UTkXT5QI/AAAAAAAABjU/RRVMwmbOSg8/s72-c/IMG_0882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4686862957313004718</id><published>2008-03-20T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:03:01.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my Uncle Ryan</title><content type='html'>Jett and Lily both really love my dad (what can I say he's a child and animal magnet). They both loved their time hanging out with him. However, they did get a little jealous that they had to share his time between the two of them. So they finally decided to "duke it out." However, they don't have hands, only paws. So they used their jaws of steel to scare the other one. At the end of the day, they both decided they could share Uncle Ryan since they both knew they could never be his #1 favorite dog since that title is mine forever!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178382777935193330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Ps0XT5PI/AAAAAAAABjM/YUUXGKENPsw/s320/IMG_0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4686862957313004718?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4686862957313004718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4686862957313004718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4686862957313004718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4686862957313004718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-my-uncle-ryan.html' title='That&apos;s my Uncle Ryan'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Ps0XT5PI/AAAAAAAABjM/YUUXGKENPsw/s72-c/IMG_0885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3363820338911507028</id><published>2008-03-19T06:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:30:16.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Meet Tiger Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-HaKGUhmmI/AAAAAAAABjk/Kbu3Nbt46nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179660913483029090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-HaKGUhmmI/AAAAAAAABjk/Kbu3Nbt46nQ/s200/IMG_0879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-HZnmUhmlI/AAAAAAAABjc/-Dp7yITPB-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179660320777542226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-HZnmUhmlI/AAAAAAAABjc/-Dp7yITPB-Q/s200/IMG_0878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; has a new sister living at her house. Her name is Tiger Lily. She is a Boxer (but not one of those that fights in a boxing match). She is the baby of the William's family. She is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; dog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; has to help take care of her by feeding her and letting her go outside. She also has to get Lily into the cage that I let my new baby cousin borrow. She is still a puppy and has to stay inside her cage when the family goes out since she likes to nibble on things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91OD0XT5NI/AAAAAAAABi8/PwR7cLb8BHY/s1600-h/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178380974048928978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91OD0XT5NI/AAAAAAAABi8/PwR7cLb8BHY/s200/IMG_0880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Oe0XT5OI/AAAAAAAABjE/gDX9EOBXdqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178381437905396962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Oe0XT5OI/AAAAAAAABjE/gDX9EOBXdqQ/s200/IMG_0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she first met my dad, she was a little timid since she is shy around men. But after a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;, they too became quick friends. I wasn't worried though because I know that Lily is still a puppy. And though puppies are cute, they are a lot of hard work to train. I know my dad worked hard to get me trained just the way he likes me. Though I don't always listen to him, I am much better than when I was a wee little pup. Boy how times have changed. If you can't remember (or don't know) what I was like as a little puppy, make sure you look in the archives to see over a year's worth of blogs showing me growing up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3363820338911507028?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3363820338911507028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3363820338911507028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3363820338911507028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3363820338911507028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-tiger-lily.html' title='Meet Tiger Lily'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R-HaKGUhmmI/AAAAAAAABjk/Kbu3Nbt46nQ/s72-c/IMG_0879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-581194959574373894</id><published>2008-03-18T06:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:17:54.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Resting with Jett</title><content type='html'>After playing dress-up, my dad was pooped. So he sat in the big comfy chair to relax. My cousin, Jett, thought it was a great opportunity to get her time in with my dad. They are good friends. Jett was so excited that my dad was there to play with her. She knew that SHE was the real reason why he came to Tulsa. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178377319031760002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91KvEXT5II/AAAAAAAABiU/7FuGC3oJQ0Q/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91LTUXT5JI/AAAAAAAABic/qZOBbbIDrg8/s1600-h/IMG_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178377941802017938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91LTUXT5JI/AAAAAAAABic/qZOBbbIDrg8/s200/IMG_0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey dad, don't get too comfortable with Jett. Remember your favorite dog was not at the party, but was at home...you know....me....your son, Sawyer. I know you wouldn't forget that...would you? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91LukXT5KI/AAAAAAAABik/CF3uoINnvzU/s1600-h/IMG_0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178378409953453218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91LukXT5KI/AAAAAAAABik/CF3uoINnvzU/s200/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91LTUXT5JI/AAAAAAAABic/qZOBbbIDrg8/s1600-h/IMG_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-581194959574373894?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/581194959574373894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=581194959574373894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/581194959574373894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/581194959574373894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/resting-with-jett.html' title='Resting with Jett'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91KvEXT5II/AAAAAAAABiU/7FuGC3oJQ0Q/s72-c/IMG_0886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5481309424325535251</id><published>2008-03-17T07:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:21:02.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91GWEXT5FI/AAAAAAAABiA/e6-l3dvSrBI/s1600-h/IMG_0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178372491488519250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91GWEXT5FI/AAAAAAAABiA/e6-l3dvSrBI/s200/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a swing of his wand, my dad was able to make the pink boa disappear from his neck and land on Grandpa's. He even made fairy wings show up on Grandpa's hat. Now who's laughing?!?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91JskXT5HI/AAAAAAAABiM/_FkmwzHDu6o/s1600-h/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178376176570459250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91JskXT5HI/AAAAAAAABiM/_FkmwzHDu6o/s200/IMG_0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could wave his magic wand to make his crown disappear, one of the kids took the wand to match their outfit. They replaced it with a sports flag, which is fitting for my dad since he loves sports so much. Everyone decided that since dad likes all kinds of sports like football and baseball, he also needed sunglasses to complete his look for when he outdoors at sports events. He looked so cool, that everyone joined him for a quick photo. Doesn't that look like a lot of fun? I wish I could have been there. Maybe next time I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt;, she can dress me up like the Prince that I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5481309424325535251?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5481309424325535251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5481309424325535251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5481309424325535251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5481309424325535251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/abracadabra.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91GWEXT5FI/AAAAAAAABiA/e6-l3dvSrBI/s72-c/IMG_0868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2881096677497189444</id><published>2008-03-16T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:06:50.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pa'/><title type='text'>Now that's Crazy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since the children at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; party seemed to love my dad Ryan so much, my Grandpa thought it was only right that my dad take part in the dress-up events. So he grabbed the Pink Boa that my mom bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and placed it on dad's neck along with a King's Crown. Dad didn't know why Grandpa got the Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suess&lt;/span&gt; hat. He thought it was a bit cooler than the boa he was wearing. Dad had one of the kids bring him a wand to try and change the situation. I wonder if it will work? Find out tomorrow. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178371576660485186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Fg0XT5EI/AAAAAAAABh4/TX4IhMyQueU/s200/IMG_0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Please don't tell my dad that I posted this photo on my blog. I don't think he wanted anyone else to see it. I can't imagine why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2881096677497189444?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2881096677497189444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2881096677497189444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2881096677497189444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2881096677497189444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-thats-crazy.html' title='Now that&apos;s Crazy!!!!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R91Fg0XT5EI/AAAAAAAABh4/TX4IhMyQueU/s72-c/IMG_0863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3534512496990395268</id><published>2008-03-15T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:01:29.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>I told you so!!!</title><content type='html'>I warned my dad that something might happen if he fell asleep at the party. Some of JJ's friends decided to play dress up. They decided the best place to take a photo was next to my sleeping dad. He woke up to a princess and a little boy in a fairy dress. Now that can't be right! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175219680550577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IS4UXT5DI/AAAAAAAABhw/mvLiplagL9g/s200/IMG_0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could get worse than that? You'll have to tune in tomorrow to see what my Grandpa did to my Dad while he was snoozing at the party. You won't believe your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3534512496990395268?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3534512496990395268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3534512496990395268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3534512496990395268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3534512496990395268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so!!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IS4UXT5DI/AAAAAAAABhw/mvLiplagL9g/s72-c/IMG_0861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-553382480185922037</id><published>2008-03-14T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:37:39.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All worn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9ISF0XT5CI/AAAAAAAABho/FAOyERcAvtI/s1600-h/IMG_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175218812967183394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9ISF0XT5CI/AAAAAAAABho/FAOyERcAvtI/s200/IMG_0855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After playing a great balloon game of Keep Away, my dad was plum worn out. He had to take a quick nap to regain some energy. Doi thought it was great idea so she rested her eyes a bit as well. You better watch out dad. Anytime someone falls asleep first at a party, something crazy happens to them. But, maybe not at this party since it's in the middle of the day. Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-553382480185922037?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/553382480185922037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=553382480185922037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/553382480185922037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/553382480185922037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-worn-out.html' title='All worn out'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9ISF0XT5CI/AAAAAAAABho/FAOyERcAvtI/s72-c/IMG_0855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7536653064266709040</id><published>2008-03-13T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:36:11.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Hey Dad -- Having fun?</title><content type='html'>After looking at all the photos from the party, I'd have to say that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQxUXT5AI/AAAAAAAABhY/5AlZFP9I15w/s1600-h/IMG_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175217361268237314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQxUXT5AI/AAAAAAAABhY/5AlZFP9I15w/s200/IMG_0856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad had a blast. At one point, he was the center of attention. All of the kids thought it was funny to grab as many balloons as the could and throw them at him while he batted them away. He has lightening fast reflexes like a dog!! In the photo to the left, he is saying "Get Tricia! " My mom was holding the camera. What fun would it be if everyone turned on mom and threw balloons at her. Who &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IRM0XT5BI/AAAAAAAABhg/zP6iToosX5k/s1600-h/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175217833714639890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IRM0XT5BI/AAAAAAAABhg/zP6iToosX5k/s200/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would be my photographer? Besides, dad was having way too much fun. (That's just another reason to remind my dad that I want a room full of balloons for my birthday. If you haven't told him yet, make sure you do!! Okay? Thanks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7536653064266709040?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7536653064266709040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7536653064266709040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7536653064266709040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7536653064266709040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-dad-having-fun.html' title='Hey Dad -- Having fun?'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQxUXT5AI/AAAAAAAABhY/5AlZFP9I15w/s72-c/IMG_0856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3969636219523317616</id><published>2008-03-12T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:15:28.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup is for Girls Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQFkXT4_I/AAAAAAAABhQ/w8lN5aAdC0A/s1600-h/IMG_0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175216609648960498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQFkXT4_I/AAAAAAAABhQ/w8lN5aAdC0A/s200/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone had a blast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; party, including the boys. They were amazed at all the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; had in her Princess Vanity. Some of them even wanted to try out some make-up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; made sure that they knew that only girls could play with make-up. Well....Girls and Sawyer that Dog, that is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Notice the cool new dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; had on. She got it from Grandma Beef Jerky. Of all of the gifts she received, I think the dress was her favorite. When she finished opening all the presents, she turned to her mom and asked if she could put the dress on. Once she changed her clothes, Julia quickly let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; know that her "Grandma had great taste." I think I'd have to agree. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt;, her name IS Grandma Beef Jerky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3969636219523317616?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3969636219523317616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3969636219523317616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3969636219523317616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3969636219523317616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/makeup-is-for-girls-only.html' title='Makeup is for Girls Only'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IQFkXT4_I/AAAAAAAABhQ/w8lN5aAdC0A/s72-c/IMG_0842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-9020633684100753502</id><published>2008-03-11T06:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:20:03.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for your help Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IO_kXT4-I/AAAAAAAABhI/ILhIsklYXLo/s1600-h/IMG_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175215407058117602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IO_kXT4-I/AAAAAAAABhI/ILhIsklYXLo/s200/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JJ had lots of friends help her opening gifts. She was really excited that her other best friend, Julia (remember I'm her first best friend), was there by her side. Julia ooohhhed and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IOkUXT49I/AAAAAAAABhA/t1QNJmj3GQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175214938906682322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IOkUXT49I/AAAAAAAABhA/t1QNJmj3GQ0/s200/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aaaawwwwed at all of JJ's amazing presents. JJ loved the Princess suitcase, Princess jewelry case, and the Princess Lunch box fill of Princess stuff. It's exactly what she needed! A princess can never have enough pink and purple!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-9020633684100753502?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9020633684100753502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=9020633684100753502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/9020633684100753502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/9020633684100753502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-for-your-help-julia.html' title='Thanks for your help Julia'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IO_kXT4-I/AAAAAAAABhI/ILhIsklYXLo/s72-c/IMG_0829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-161227095676885213</id><published>2008-03-10T06:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:38:43.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents for the Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9INgEXT47I/AAAAAAAABgw/hGn_8G2xrjM/s1600-h/IMG_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175213766380610482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9INgEXT47I/AAAAAAAABgw/hGn_8G2xrjM/s200/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No party is complete without PRESENTS!!! And JJ got tons of them. I heard she had so many presents she could feel up a room! She made sure that she opened each and every one. She stopped every once and a while to show all her friends what she received and tell them how she was going to use them. She loves arts and crafts so she was excited to get construction paper, craft pads and markers. She couldn't wait to tell about all the things she was going&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IOBkXT48I/AAAAAAAABg4/5JpePlzw6TA/s1600-h/IMG_0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175214341906228162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9IOBkXT48I/AAAAAAAABg4/5JpePlzw6TA/s200/IMG_0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to draw once the party was over. I wish I had thumbs. If I did, I would be right there drawing next to her. I guess I could just sit next to her and lick the paper when she draws. I do that to mom when she is making cards. I don't think she seems to mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-161227095676885213?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/161227095676885213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=161227095676885213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/161227095676885213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/161227095676885213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/presents-for-princess.html' title='Presents for the Princess'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R9INgEXT47I/AAAAAAAABgw/hGn_8G2xrjM/s72-c/IMG_0831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3383926064127352702</id><published>2008-03-09T10:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:57:50.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pa'/><title type='text'>Cake for Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rTcU5BvGI/AAAAAAAABgo/GSeMN0GYTjE/s1600-h/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173179605586132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rTcU5BvGI/AAAAAAAABgo/GSeMN0GYTjE/s320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, almost everyone. My parents forgot to bring my piece home. I figured that since I was invited as a VIP guest, they would at least save me a piece. I think that maybe Grandpa ate my piece. Here he is with Grandma Beef Jerky and Aunt Doi celebrating with cake and ice cream. For some reason he is sticking out his tongue while Grandma is laughing. Is he mocking me??? You better watch out Grandpa. Next time you come to my house, I just might steal your food when you're not looking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3383926064127352702?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3383926064127352702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3383926064127352702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3383926064127352702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3383926064127352702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-for-everyone.html' title='Cake for Everyone'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rTcU5BvGI/AAAAAAAABgo/GSeMN0GYTjE/s72-c/IMG_0839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-814921682946016966</id><published>2008-03-08T07:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:49:50.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Make a Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rSA05BvEI/AAAAAAAABgY/LSzbUkv4Hfc/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173178033628101698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rSA05BvEI/AAAAAAAABgY/LSzbUkv4Hfc/s200/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JJ's birthday cake was super cool. It had a picture of her on it with a crown and Cinderella. It even said Perfect Princess! She did so great at blowing out all &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rSlU5BvFI/AAAAAAAABgg/5LDimxjNpKU/s1600-h/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173178660693326930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rSlU5BvFI/AAAAAAAABgg/5LDimxjNpKU/s200/IMG_0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the candles. I think her friends helped her too. Hopefully they didn't get any slobber on the cake. Either way, I would have still eaten it. Afterall, I'm a dog and I dream about people food. I wonder what she wished for? I bet she wished that next year I could be there by her side blowing out the candles and eating all the cake and ice cream. What a great best friend she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-814921682946016966?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/814921682946016966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=814921682946016966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/814921682946016966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/814921682946016966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-wish.html' title='Make a Wish'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rSA05BvEI/AAAAAAAABgY/LSzbUkv4Hfc/s72-c/IMG_0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3663451999070061888</id><published>2008-03-07T07:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:27:23.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doi'/><title type='text'>No Party is Complete Without....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rQ0U5BvDI/AAAAAAAABgQ/d3nq1HrmgVo/s1600-h/IMG_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173176719368109106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rQ0U5BvDI/AAAAAAAABgQ/d3nq1HrmgVo/s200/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family!! Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doi&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma also came to the party. Though there was pizza, they wanted to make something special for all the adults that came. There were about 40 adults and 10 kids present. So while Ryan and Pa were doing balloons, Ma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doi&lt;/span&gt; were making noodles and egg rolls. They stopped for a while to enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decorations&lt;/span&gt; and all the festivities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3663451999070061888?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3663451999070061888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3663451999070061888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3663451999070061888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3663451999070061888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-party-is-complete-without.html' title='No Party is Complete Without....'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rQ0U5BvDI/AAAAAAAABgQ/d3nq1HrmgVo/s72-c/IMG_0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2884249496951320742</id><published>2008-03-06T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:50:21.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Partying with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; had lots of friends come to her party. They ate lots of pizza and had lots of things to do like the Jupiter Jump, Princess Bubble Maker, Sidewalk Chalk, Dress-up, etc. However I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite part was the balloons. I'm would sure love to be there running through the balloons. Maybe for my next birthday, I can convenience my parents to give me a room full of balloons for me to run through. It would be even better than Christmas wrapping paper. If you talk to my parents, let me know my secret wish. Maybe you're input will encourage them to do it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173175396518181922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rPnU5BvCI/AAAAAAAABgI/ZBIkk0KYnz8/s200/IMG_0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2884249496951320742?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2884249496951320742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2884249496951320742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2884249496951320742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2884249496951320742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/partying-with-friends.html' title='Partying with Friends'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rPnU5BvCI/AAAAAAAABgI/ZBIkk0KYnz8/s72-c/IMG_0802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7475287206711663016</id><published>2008-03-05T06:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:01:26.120-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>JJ's Jupiter Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say that 5 times fast?!?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173171874644999154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rMaU5Bu_I/AAAAAAAABfw/J5HcOhqswS4/s200/IMG_0786.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For JJ's party, it was nice weather outside. So her parents borrowed a jupiter jump. JJ really wanted my mom to join her inside. So she summoned her at the castle gates. My mom was a little hesitatnt, but after checking the weight limit, she obliged the princess by coming into her birthday castle. They had so much fun jumping (or sitting) in the Jupiter Jump. How fun! Maybe next year, I can go to the party and play on the jump. Are there any rules about no dogs?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rN1U5BvAI/AAAAAAAABf4/6FwWPLQ4mxA/s1600-h/IMG_0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173173438013094914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rN1U5BvAI/AAAAAAAABf4/6FwWPLQ4mxA/s200/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rOpU5BvBI/AAAAAAAABgA/MlY2MDYicaE/s1600-h/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173174331366292498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rOpU5BvBI/AAAAAAAABgA/MlY2MDYicaE/s200/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7475287206711663016?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7475287206711663016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7475287206711663016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7475287206711663016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7475287206711663016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/jjs-jupiter-jump.html' title='JJ&apos;s Jupiter Jump'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rMaU5Bu_I/AAAAAAAABfw/J5HcOhqswS4/s72-c/IMG_0786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-928770870281488365</id><published>2008-03-04T06:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:48:28.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Setting up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rJ-E5Bu7I/AAAAAAAABfQ/8rrTZTowCGU/s1600-h/IMG_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173169190290439090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rJ-E5Bu7I/AAAAAAAABfQ/8rrTZTowCGU/s200/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a lot of things to do to get a birthday party ready. Pa and my dad, Ryan, were in charge of blowin&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rKYk5Bu8I/AAAAAAAABfY/Wr2FcObAkig/s1600-h/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173169645556972482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rKYk5Bu8I/AAAAAAAABfY/Wr2FcObAkig/s200/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g up as many balloons as possible. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; would help put them around the room. There were balloons on the chairs, the cake table and everywhere else you could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rK9U5Bu9I/AAAAAAAABfg/AaaaTF4VeZs/s1600-h/IMG_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173170276917165010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rK9U5Bu9I/AAAAAAAABfg/AaaaTF4VeZs/s200/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rLXE5Bu-I/AAAAAAAABfo/HWg7i8E6cMg/s1600-h/IMG_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173170719298796514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rLXE5Bu-I/AAAAAAAABfo/HWg7i8E6cMg/s200/IMG_0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually they ran out of helium, but there were still tons of balloons. So, they decided to blow as many as they could and let the air compressor do the rest. There were so many they decided to cover the floor with them. In the mean time, they also decided to have a little fun!! Who knew that such hard work could be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry some of the photos are blurry. They get better so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-928770870281488365?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/928770870281488365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=928770870281488365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/928770870281488365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/928770870281488365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/setting-up.html' title='Setting up'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rJ-E5Bu7I/AAAAAAAABfQ/8rrTZTowCGU/s72-c/IMG_0764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7399478012161833328</id><published>2008-03-03T06:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:44:24.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Princess JJ's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, she wanted Princess everything. She had a Princess Birthday cake, Princess Balloons, Princess hanging streamers, and a Princess dress that lite up. She was all ready to have the Princess Birthday of a Lifetime!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173168550340311970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rJY05Bu6I/AAAAAAAABfI/aDAJdY8skUU/s320/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7399478012161833328?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7399478012161833328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7399478012161833328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7399478012161833328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7399478012161833328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-jjs-birthday.html' title='Princess JJ&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8rJY05Bu6I/AAAAAAAABfI/aDAJdY8skUU/s72-c/IMG_0763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-1828712782778210077</id><published>2008-03-02T08:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:45:44.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JJ' Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q9ik5Bu5I/AAAAAAAABfA/N6BBJEfqxjk/s1600-h/IMG_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173155523704503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q9ik5Bu5I/AAAAAAAABfA/N6BBJEfqxjk/s200/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; recently turned 4. Though I was invited as a VIP guest by the birthday girl herself, my parents were a little hesitant to take me to her party in Tulsa. Though they knew I would be great with the children, there were going to be about 50 people at the party. They would be hanging out inside the house and in the front yard. Therefore, all dogs would have to play in the backyard. That didn't sound too fun to me since I like to be center of attention. So we made a compromise. My parents would go for the day and return home in the evening with lots of photos of my best friends party. I, in turn, would get to play outside all afternoon and bark all I wanted without getting in any trouble. Though I would have rather gone to the party, I figured I would have more fun barking with my neighborhood dogs than dreaming about being inside at the party. For the next couple of weeks, I'll share with you some cool party photos that I like the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-1828712782778210077?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1828712782778210077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=1828712782778210077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1828712782778210077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/1828712782778210077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/jj-birthday-party.html' title='JJ&apos; Birthday Party'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q9ik5Bu5I/AAAAAAAABfA/N6BBJEfqxjk/s72-c/IMG_0796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2018248974954951300</id><published>2008-03-01T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:30:59.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like JJ use to say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q5mU5Bu4I/AAAAAAAABe4/mHLHb9k2Gj0/s1600-h/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173151190082501506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q5mU5Bu4I/AAAAAAAABe4/mHLHb9k2Gj0/s320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sawyer is a good dog. See dad! I take good care of my toys. I might play rough with them sometimes, but I do value them. In fact, I love this toy so much that I take it everywhere I go. Including when I'm resting. I would hate for a cat to come in and rip the toy to shreds or the many other things I mentioned yesterday. I realized those were excuses, but it just might happen. So I have to protect one of my most prized possessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2018248974954951300?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2018248974954951300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2018248974954951300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2018248974954951300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2018248974954951300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-jj-use-to-say.html' title='Like JJ use to say....'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q5mU5Bu4I/AAAAAAAABe4/mHLHb9k2Gj0/s72-c/IMG_0726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2279616521496615808</id><published>2008-02-29T06:10:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T08:17:44.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't do it...I promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gF405Bu1I/AAAAAAAABeg/8jQKUPxWIUM/s1600-h/IMG_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172390645863660370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gF405Bu1I/AAAAAAAABeg/8jQKUPxWIUM/s200/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From across the room, I heard my father loudly summoning me. I wondered what's wrong. He didn't seem very happy. So I pranced over to see just what was the matter. I couldn't believe my long Weimaraner ears. He was accusing me of making a mess in the living room. Surely not!! He said that I was playing too rough with my toy by tearing out the stuffing. I tried to convience him that I did not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172391985893456738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gHG05Bu2I/AAAAAAAABeo/0IKjn2cHKbk/s200/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I tried to think of a few alternatives of what could have happened. For instance...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it combusted all on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mom was working out in the living room and pulled it apart.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a cat came inside the house and tore it to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone hit it like a pinata and instead of candy, yummy stuffing came out. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q1sk5Bu3I/AAAAAAAABew/ibP2IIn68i8/s1600-h/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173146899410172786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8q1sk5Bu3I/AAAAAAAABew/ibP2IIn68i8/s200/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my dad did not believe any of the excuses. I couldn't figure out why until he said that it had to be me for 2 reasons. #1 He saw my blog yesterday and saw me playing with the toy. #2 He saw one little speck of stuffing on my face. (If you blow up the photo, you might be able to see it). Man, I guess lying never pays off. You always get caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2279616521496615808?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2279616521496615808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2279616521496615808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2279616521496615808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2279616521496615808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-didnt-do-iti-promise.html' title='I didn&apos;t do it...I promise'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gF405Bu1I/AAAAAAAABeg/8jQKUPxWIUM/s72-c/IMG_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6095238136579910657</id><published>2008-02-28T17:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:14:46.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gDw05BuzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/XEPhWtP_eYk/s1600-h/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172388309401451314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gDw05BuzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/XEPhWtP_eYk/s200/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gCr05BuyI/AAAAAAAABeI/HlyFclHF8S0/s1600-h/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172387123990477602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gCr05BuyI/AAAAAAAABeI/HlyFclHF8S0/s200/IMG_0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Diana brought me several new toys at their last visit. One of my favorites was a purple and green fuzzy toy with 6 arms. Each one had a squeaker inside. I was hesitant to play with it at first, but it is a lot like Pringles. Once you squeeze, you can't stop. I had tons of fun running around with my new toy. Thanks Grandma!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172388734603213634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gEJk5Bu0I/AAAAAAAABeY/6DYxPt1WaUU/s200/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If the photos are blurry, it's because my new toy moves lightning fast and I have to keep up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6095238136579910657?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6095238136579910657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6095238136579910657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6095238136579910657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6095238136579910657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8gDw05BuzI/AAAAAAAABeQ/XEPhWtP_eYk/s72-c/IMG_0743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5518158011491239715</id><published>2008-02-27T17:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:10:31.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Now that was fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8XtW7k2HRI/AAAAAAAABd4/CcSlzQlqJYI/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171800725310020882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8XtW7k2HRI/AAAAAAAABd4/CcSlzQlqJYI/s200/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barclay thought it was a blast to play ruff and tumble. However, he eventually wore down as did I. He went to tell his dad (my Grandpa Don) about all the fun he had. Then he plopped on a comfy below to rest. What a smart uncle I have!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8Xttbk2HSI/AAAAAAAABeA/EPUUzh1x8B8/s1600-h/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171801111857077538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8Xttbk2HSI/AAAAAAAABeA/EPUUzh1x8B8/s200/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5518158011491239715?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5518158011491239715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5518158011491239715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5518158011491239715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5518158011491239715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-that-was-fun.html' title='Now that was fun'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8XtW7k2HRI/AAAAAAAABd4/CcSlzQlqJYI/s72-c/IMG_0716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5789085846884872018</id><published>2008-02-27T00:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:58:26.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff and Tumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8ENGLk2HNI/AAAAAAAABdY/A49CEGn-r7E/s1600-h/IMG_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170428247035747538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8ENGLk2HNI/AAAAAAAABdY/A49CEGn-r7E/s200/IMG_0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few more photos of Barclay and I playing &lt;em&gt;ruff and tumble&lt;/em&gt;! In the photo to your left, you can tell that I was &lt;em&gt;shaking in my boots&lt;/em&gt;....well you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8ENjLk2HOI/AAAAAAAABdg/vuwCebtQ3I8/s1600-h/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170428745251953890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8ENjLk2HOI/AAAAAAAABdg/vuwCebtQ3I8/s200/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barclay stopped for a second to cuddle in the middle of the battle. Surely that's not all he's got! Maybe he's trying to pull a trick on me. I'm not going to fall for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8EOF7k2HPI/AAAAAAAABdo/Q7tQMrSKab0/s1600-h/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170429342252408050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8EOF7k2HPI/AAAAAAAABdo/Q7tQMrSKab0/s200/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on Barclay, &lt;em&gt;take it like a dog&lt;/em&gt;. Don't make me &lt;em&gt;look down on you&lt;/em&gt;. Show me what you've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8EOvbk2HQI/AAAAAAAABdw/0-p-Bk_xC70/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170430055216979202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8EOvbk2HQI/AAAAAAAABdw/0-p-Bk_xC70/s200/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Barclay wanted to &lt;em&gt;show me what he was made of&lt;/em&gt;. So he showed me a little bit of teeth. Now that is one fierce little Maltese. He can sure &lt;em&gt;hang with the big dogs&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5789085846884872018?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5789085846884872018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5789085846884872018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5789085846884872018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5789085846884872018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/ruff-and-tumble.html' title='Ruff and Tumble'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R8ENGLk2HNI/AAAAAAAABdY/A49CEGn-r7E/s72-c/IMG_0711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5820699399871342778</id><published>2008-02-24T07:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:18:58.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Ready to Rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ne7Yz8fkI/AAAAAAAABc4/1kekj-n4ibQ/s1600-h/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168407159238327874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ne7Yz8fkI/AAAAAAAABc4/1kekj-n4ibQ/s200/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ngEIz8fmI/AAAAAAAABdI/j9EKihcZF_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168408409073811042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ngEIz8fmI/AAAAAAAABdI/j9EKihcZF_Q/s200/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, everyone thinks that I'm a big dog and that I must be the fierce. They never seem to think that Barclay could be the one who picks on me. The truth is that he loves to run and jump on my back. If he can, he'll even grab my ears with his teeth and pull them. I usually let him play rough since he's a baby. However, it's a new year and he's 6 months. Therefore I think it's time we start playing like grown dogs. Show me what you got little man! I'm ready to rumble. (Of course, it's all in fun and we would never try to hurt each other. It's just pure fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nfnYz8flI/AAAAAAAABdA/x-tJS3_YMUs/s1600-h/IMG_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168407915152571986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nfnYz8flI/AAAAAAAABdA/x-tJS3_YMUs/s200/IMG_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nhBoz8fnI/AAAAAAAABdQ/AYMroByydz0/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168409465635765874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nhBoz8fnI/AAAAAAAABdQ/AYMroByydz0/s200/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5820699399871342778?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5820699399871342778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5820699399871342778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5820699399871342778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5820699399871342778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Ready to Rumble'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ne7Yz8fkI/AAAAAAAABc4/1kekj-n4ibQ/s72-c/IMG_0706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-3063258148849352941</id><published>2008-02-23T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:24:29.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Will Sit for Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nczoz8fiI/AAAAAAAABco/njJNxCGCqqs/s1600-h/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168404827071086114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nczoz8fiI/AAAAAAAABco/njJNxCGCqqs/s200/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that you can get doggie treats that look just like cookies, gingerbread, pretzels and a whole lot of other tastey people food?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ndVoz8fjI/AAAAAAAABcw/UY7R2MO5pBk/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168405411186638386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7ndVoz8fjI/AAAAAAAABcw/UY7R2MO5pBk/s200/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Diana found all these treats at PetCo and brought them to OKC for Barclay to share with me. I think I need a sign that says " Will Sit for Treats." In fact, it could say that I will perform for treats. Afterall, I can sit, shake, use my other hand to shake, lay down, get up, turn around, and submit with a bow. All you have to do is ask. Just like on the Jerry McQuire movie where Cuba Goodin Jr says "Show me the money." Instead I would say  "Show me the treat!!!" Now, you're speaking my language!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-3063258148849352941?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3063258148849352941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=3063258148849352941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3063258148849352941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/3063258148849352941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-sit-for-treats.html' title='Will Sit for Treats'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nczoz8fiI/AAAAAAAABco/njJNxCGCqqs/s72-c/IMG_0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-9086202150109075349</id><published>2008-02-22T06:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:59:35.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Barclay</title><content type='html'>Here's the next verse of the song (hint: if you don't know the song, you have to listen to it to understand it better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Barclay's white fur and green hidden collar, Grandma with new toys that will make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holler&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nahIz8ffI/AAAAAAAABcQ/VGrEJjgGen0/s1600-h/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168402310220250610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nahIz8ffI/AAAAAAAABcQ/VGrEJjgGen0/s200/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa has treats of all different flavors, These are a few of my favorite things"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nbKIz8fgI/AAAAAAAABcY/RD_o6q5a48o/s1600-h/IMG_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168403014594887170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nbKIz8fgI/AAAAAAAABcY/RD_o6q5a48o/s200/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{Original Lyrics: "Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things"}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nbzoz8fhI/AAAAAAAABcg/EgE2JIF8Sqo/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168403727559458322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nbzoz8fhI/AAAAAAAABcg/EgE2JIF8Sqo/s200/IMG_0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end the list of my a few of my favorite things, I just had to add these photos. Grandma Diana, Grandpa Don, and Barclay came to visit me over Martin Luther King Holiday. They brought with them many things for me to enjoy like 2 huge new toys and tons of tasty treats. There are so many fun photos that it will take more than one day to share with you. So get ready for more photos of My Buddy Barclay and Me.&lt;/p&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/28038272-9086202150109075349?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9086202150109075349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=9086202150109075349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/9086202150109075349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/9086202150109075349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/barclay.html' title='Barclay'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nahIz8ffI/AAAAAAAABcQ/VGrEJjgGen0/s72-c/IMG_0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2339978134704809847</id><published>2008-02-21T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:54:22.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing a Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nWzIz8fbI/AAAAAAAABbw/qVuiiJ4wy30/s1600-h/IMG_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168398221411384754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nWzIz8fbI/AAAAAAAABbw/qVuiiJ4wy30/s200/IMG_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "100 poppers with long flowing streamers, colorful party hats with matching loud blowers, Throwing a party with all of my friends, These are a few of my favorite &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nXbIz8fcI/AAAAAAAABb4/aVzL_5d8Ja0/s1600-h/IMG_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168398908606152130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nXbIz8fcI/AAAAAAAABb4/aVzL_5d8Ja0/s200/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{Original Lyrics: "Cream colored ponies and crisp apple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;streudels&lt;/span&gt; Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things"}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after Christmas, we got to throw a party with lots of my friends. I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nX84z8fdI/AAAAAAAABcA/wzpNt8SY89M/s1600-h/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168399488426737106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nX84z8fdI/AAAAAAAABcA/wzpNt8SY89M/s200/IMG_0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just love to decorate the house and entertain everyone. For our party, we made sure to have party hats, blowers, and tons of poppers. Little did I know that the sound would &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nZOoz8feI/AAAAAAAABcI/_mmpXUmjXVA/s1600-h/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168400892881042914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nZOoz8feI/AAAAAAAABcI/_mmpXUmjXVA/s200/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drive me crazy. I guess that's the price you pay to have a blast with friends and bring in the New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2339978134704809847?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2339978134704809847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2339978134704809847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2339978134704809847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2339978134704809847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/throwing-party.html' title='Throwing a Party'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nWzIz8fbI/AAAAAAAABbw/qVuiiJ4wy30/s72-c/IMG_0678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-7987892931290511571</id><published>2008-02-20T06:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:42:12.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things Continued</title><content type='html'>"Icicles on grass and whiskers on kittens. Soft cozy blankets with warm heater mittens. Sitting with dad when he lies on the couch, These are a few of my favorite things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Original lyrics: " Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168395945078717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nUuoz8faI/AAAAAAAABbo/oOWCwhKXjNg/s320/IMG_0681.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So from the song above, you can add these things to my list of favorite things: 1) I don't like rain, but I do love ice and snow. I think it's fun to run on the crunchy grass covered with ice. 2) It gets even better when I get to chase a cat on it. I don't like to harm the little fellas, I just like to look at their cute little whiskers. They're so funny. 3) I love comfort so blankets are perfect for me. My favorite blanket is mom's heating blanket. There's a little spot where the plug goes into the blanket just like a mitten. It's so warm I can hardly stay away. 4) Last but not least...I have to admit that hanging with dad on the couch is definately one of my favorite things. Can't you tell how excited I am in the photo?!?So cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-7987892931290511571?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7987892931290511571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=7987892931290511571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7987892931290511571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/7987892931290511571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-things-continued.html' title='Favorite Things Continued'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nUuoz8faI/AAAAAAAABbo/oOWCwhKXjNg/s72-c/IMG_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5577569039827113784</id><published>2008-02-19T06:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:40:24.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of my Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>After coming home and resting up, I realized how my I missed my family and friends. So, I made up this little song (well, okay, I borrowed some of it from The Sound of Music, one of my favorite musicals) For the next few days, you will here my rendition of the song as I reveal a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nS6oz8fZI/AAAAAAAABbg/YNhKsWFZqQg/s1600-h/IMG_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168393952213892498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nS6oz8fZI/AAAAAAAABbg/YNhKsWFZqQg/s200/IMG_0677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nSR4z8fYI/AAAAAAAABbY/Ms3wUm3JR8I/s1600-h/IMG_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168393252134223234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nSR4z8fYI/AAAAAAAABbY/Ms3wUm3JR8I/s200/IMG_0663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One my favorite things that always puts me in a better mood is a big rawhide bone. Though it can't replace any of the people I love, it sure can be fun to gnawl on for a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5577569039827113784?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5577569039827113784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5577569039827113784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5577569039827113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5577569039827113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-of-my-favorite-thing.html' title='A Few of my Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nS6oz8fZI/AAAAAAAABbg/YNhKsWFZqQg/s72-c/IMG_0677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4474233041348287512</id><published>2008-02-18T20:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:54:04.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weimers Rule...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Other dogs drool! My Grandpa Bob called me to tell me that this year at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, a Weimaraner won the Best Sporting Dog. Her name is Marge and she is 4 years old. Isn't she beautiful? (This photo can be found on the offical website for the dog show). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168376278423469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nC14z8fXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/j9ghkUWWlm8/s200/Weimer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was wondering if she likes younger guys? Maybe she has a blog so that I can contact her. I think she would make a great girlfriend. However, my parents say I'm too young to date. For now, I will just be excited that a Weimaraner won best sports dog. I think she should have won Best of Show, however, a dog named Uno won. It's kind of hard to compete for the title with a dog whose name is #1. Maybe next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see another photo of her, click this link sent by my Grandpa Bob: &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/modules/interactive.aspx?type=ss&amp;amp;launch=23112148,23096596&amp;amp;pg=3" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.msnbc.com/modules/interactive.aspx?type=ss&amp;amp;launch=23112148,23096596&amp;amp;pg=3&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/28038272-4474233041348287512?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4474233041348287512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4474233041348287512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4474233041348287512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4474233041348287512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/weimers-rule.html' title='Weimers Rule...'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R7nC14z8fXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/j9ghkUWWlm8/s72-c/Weimer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2756539771163328364</id><published>2008-02-17T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:56:37.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XzgYwrIvI/AAAAAAAABbA/UpADUvZ6bQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162800285578109682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XzgYwrIvI/AAAAAAAABbA/UpADUvZ6bQ8/s200/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a wonderful time at the Duits and Burks for Christmas. I received so many toys and treats. But best of all, I got to spend time with my family whom I love very much! It was so much fun! However at the end of it all, I was pooped. It's always nice to be at home and able to rest and relax by the Christmas tree with the fireplace burning. Boy, I sure live a great life! I can't wait to see my friends and family again. See you real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2756539771163328364?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2756539771163328364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2756539771163328364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2756539771163328364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2756539771163328364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XzgYwrIvI/AAAAAAAABbA/UpADUvZ6bQ8/s72-c/IMG_0457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5756995393080319802</id><published>2008-02-16T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:55:58.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granddad'/><title type='text'>Grandad and Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xx2IwrItI/AAAAAAAABaw/Z6dRukul8dE/s1600-h/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162798460217008850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xx2IwrItI/AAAAAAAABaw/Z6dRukul8dE/s200/IMG_0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we let Dallas, my parents went over for Christmas dinner at Granddad and Mimi's. It's a tradition to have Mexican food on Christmas day. Joining my family were my dad's Aunt Jill and Uncle Johan! After dinner, they got to play Scene It - Boys vs Girls. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XyO4wrIuI/AAAAAAAABa4/rhtiixCfY40/s1600-h/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162798885418771170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XyO4wrIuI/AAAAAAAABa4/rhtiixCfY40/s200/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's why they are all staring at the TV! Even though the men have two secret weapons (Johan knowing all the movie and Grandpa Don reading so the girls don't understand what's going on), the ladies still won! My parents said they had a blast. Meanwhile, Barclay and I rested and hung out together. Nothings better than hanging out with family for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5756995393080319802?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5756995393080319802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5756995393080319802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5756995393080319802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5756995393080319802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandad-and-mimi.html' title='Grandad and Mimi'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xx2IwrItI/AAAAAAAABaw/Z6dRukul8dE/s72-c/IMG_0643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-452834326417528928</id><published>2008-02-15T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:10:31.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>It's all Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XqwowrIsI/AAAAAAAABao/8QUNEy3Fi7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162790669146333890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XqwowrIsI/AAAAAAAABao/8QUNEy3Fi7Y/s200/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom saw me sitting in the chair all cuddled up and cozy. She decided that she would come over and pet me as well as get a quick photo. I don't think she knew all the lengths I went through to secure this chair. I hope that she doesn't want to sit on here with me. Afterall it's my chair and I'm a big dog. There's not enough room for both of us. I finally realized she just wanted to take a quick photo and move on. She knows how much I love my chair and didn't want to steal my thunder. Thanks mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-452834326417528928?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/452834326417528928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=452834326417528928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/452834326417528928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/452834326417528928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-mine.html' title='It&apos;s all Mine!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XqwowrIsI/AAAAAAAABao/8QUNEy3Fi7Y/s72-c/IMG_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5344853524875297922</id><published>2008-02-14T06:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:33:17.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Round and Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xp3YwrIqI/AAAAAAAABaY/Ffo6lYVFkjc/s1600-h/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162789685598823074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xp3YwrIqI/AAAAAAAABaY/Ffo6lYVFkjc/s200/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know Barclay and I are both use to being only childs in our families. We aren't use to sharing treats, favorite chairs, and attention. Once I realized there were so many photos taken of him, I wasn't happy at all. I called him down to the floor and let him know we would go round and round until we decide on a good &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XqKYwrIrI/AAAAAAAABag/rKsdS0VmzRw/s1600-h/IMG_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162790012016337586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XqKYwrIrI/AAAAAAAABag/rKsdS0VmzRw/s200/IMG_0633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;compromise. I was tired and I wanted my favorite chair. We finally decided that I could have the chair and he could sit with my dad. I knew that soon I would be home and would have my parents all to myself. What I wouldn't have at home was Grandma Diana and Grandpa Don's Cheetah chair. I think we made a good decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Happy Valentines to all my loyal blog viewers today. &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/28038272-5344853524875297922?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5344853524875297922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5344853524875297922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5344853524875297922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5344853524875297922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-round-and-round.html' title='Going Round and Round'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xp3YwrIqI/AAAAAAAABaY/Ffo6lYVFkjc/s72-c/IMG_0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-6331949930132671813</id><published>2008-02-13T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:31:59.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>You Don't Scare Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After sitting halfway on the chair and halfway off, I decided I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XoqYwrIpI/AAAAAAAABaQ/yEwLj6vEnf0/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162788362748895890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XoqYwrIpI/AAAAAAAABaQ/yEwLj6vEnf0/s200/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would be more comfortable on the floor. Barclay, on the other hand, thought he had won. He thought that his huge grawl got me off of "HIS" chair. Is he kidding me? I am the powerful one.  I just like to let him think that he can control me. You know, I think Barclay and I like hanging out, but as we get tired we get a little more cranky and possessive. Doesn't he know that I'm always right. After all, I'm Sawyer the Dog and I have my own blog! Enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. A Birthday Shoutout goes to my Aunt Shannon today. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-6331949930132671813?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6331949930132671813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=6331949930132671813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6331949930132671813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/6331949930132671813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-dont-scare-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Scare Me'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XoqYwrIpI/AAAAAAAABaQ/yEwLj6vEnf0/s72-c/IMG_0638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4419839382872171497</id><published>2008-02-12T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:33:13.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>That's my chair</title><content type='html'>While I was sitting in my favorite chair, Barclay thought he would hop up and sit next to me. What he doesn't realize is that I'm a big &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xnj4wrIoI/AAAAAAAABaI/a4_Yjypox78/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162787151568118402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xnj4wrIoI/AAAAAAAABaI/a4_Yjypox78/s200/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dog and there's not enough room for us both. As you can tell from the photo, I kept my back legs on the chair, but had to move my front legs to give him some space. It wasn't very comfortable for me, but he seemed pretty happy. I guess you have to be considerate of friends and family, even when you don't want to. I have to say that it's fun playing with Barclay for a while, but I'm glad to have my own home all to myself. I sure hope my parents aren't thinking about having a baby anytime soon or adopting another puppy. (Mom says maybe in 2011 so I've got plenty of time to change her mind and make her delay a bit longer.) I think I'm better off as a only child! Don't you think? Reply with your thoughts and comments!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4419839382872171497?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4419839382872171497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4419839382872171497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4419839382872171497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4419839382872171497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-my-chair.html' title='That&apos;s my chair'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xnj4wrIoI/AAAAAAAABaI/a4_Yjypox78/s72-c/IMG_0636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-2770836308962783558</id><published>2008-02-11T06:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:50:01.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XmlYwrInI/AAAAAAAABaA/nRG3GtSV7Xg/s1600-h/IMG_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162786077826294386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XmlYwrInI/AAAAAAAABaA/nRG3GtSV7Xg/s200/IMG_0634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Barclay started figuring out how to get all the attention. He's so small and cute that everyone thought he was adorable. His mom put his&lt;br /&gt;hair back so that you could see his face and eyes better. I saw the camera quickly heading his way so I had to make sure to push him out of the spotlight (literally and figuratively).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-2770836308962783558?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2770836308962783558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=2770836308962783558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2770836308962783558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/2770836308962783558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/move-over.html' title='Move Over'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XmlYwrInI/AAAAAAAABaA/nRG3GtSV7Xg/s72-c/IMG_0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-238799563660890437</id><published>2008-02-10T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:44:33.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for Barclay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XlsIwrImI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3T9tCcfgGLI/s1600-h/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162785094278783586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XlsIwrImI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3T9tCcfgGLI/s200/IMG_0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Don got a lot of new golf stuff for Christmas. He was busy enjoying his new putter when Barclay came along. Barclay is so small that Grandpa almost didn't see him. I had to make sure that he knew that the white ball of fur was Barclay and not a golf ball. Sawyer to the rescue!What will they do when I go home and they don't have me there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-238799563660890437?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/238799563660890437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=238799563660890437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/238799563660890437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/238799563660890437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/watch-out-for-barclay.html' title='Watch out for Barclay'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XlsIwrImI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3T9tCcfgGLI/s72-c/IMG_0619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8620018503005588744</id><published>2008-02-09T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:05:49.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Barclay's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XkdIwrIlI/AAAAAAAABZw/6zLobjgr5zE/s1600-h/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162783737069118034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XkdIwrIlI/AAAAAAAABZw/6zLobjgr5zE/s200/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XkB4wrIkI/AAAAAAAABZo/C2weAU702K8/s1600-h/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162783268917682754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XkB4wrIkI/AAAAAAAABZo/C2weAU702K8/s200/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was Barclay's first Christmas ever, his parents thought they would make it special by getting him something to remember it by. He got a soft and cozy bear that said "My First Bear!" I tried to convince him it was the perfect toy to shred apart, but I think he was a little intimidated since the bear is bigger than him. I tried to show him, but my parents said I had to leave it alone since it wasn't mine. I guess not everyone like to destroy their toys like I do. Some savor and enjoy them! I guess it would make them last longer, but to me it's not as fun! To each their own!&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/28038272-8620018503005588744?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8620018503005588744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8620018503005588744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8620018503005588744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8620018503005588744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/barclays-first-christmas.html' title='Barclay&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XkdIwrIlI/AAAAAAAABZw/6zLobjgr5zE/s72-c/IMG_0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-539733731248380518</id><published>2008-02-08T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:02:26.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>You're getting the hang of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back to Christmas with the Burks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164593309870138114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6xSQIwrIwI/AAAAAAAABbI/V3rIsLTAm1o/s200/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Uncle Barclay is very smart and a quick learner! After a brief tutoral of how to shred Christmas wrapping paper, he caught on. Here he is on the couch with my dad and Grandma Diana. Though he's really good at this new skill, he's got a ways to go to be as good as me. It does take size and practice to perfect this rare art, but Barclay is on his way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-539733731248380518?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/539733731248380518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=539733731248380518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/539733731248380518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/539733731248380518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-getting-hang-of-it.html' title='You&apos;re getting the hang of it!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6xSQIwrIwI/AAAAAAAABbI/V3rIsLTAm1o/s72-c/IMG_0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8063091813155643749</id><published>2008-02-07T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:31:11.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday JJ!!</title><content type='html'>Before we continue on with Christmas with the Burks, I would like to pause to say a very Happy Birthday to my Best Friend Jorja Jane! A special Happy Anniversary wish also goes out to her parents today, Bunny and Matt! Love you all! See you this weekend for the birthday party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162780404174496290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XhbIwrIiI/AAAAAAAABZY/DZEAQ0w5hPU/s320/JJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY JJ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-8063091813155643749?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8063091813155643749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8063091813155643749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8063091813155643749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8063091813155643749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-jj.html' title='Happy Birthday JJ!!'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XhbIwrIiI/AAAAAAAABZY/DZEAQ0w5hPU/s72-c/JJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-4578298390581274199</id><published>2008-02-06T06:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:56:18.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Wrapping Paper Footballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xdd4wrIcI/AAAAAAAABYo/9Iilhp1uqls/s1600-h/IMG_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162776053372625346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xdd4wrIcI/AAAAAAAABYo/9Iilhp1uqls/s200/IMG_0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved all the treats and toys that I got for Christmas. But the best part &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xd7IwrIdI/AAAAAAAABYw/4odRORlFYXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162776555883798994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xd7IwrIdI/AAAAAAAABYw/4odRORlFYXQ/s200/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about opening Christmas presents is the wrapping paper. My dad and I love football so he would take the wrapping paper and crumble it up like a football. Then he would throw it to me to catch. After that, I made sure to tear it into as many shreds as possible. It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XeXIwrIeI/AAAAAAAABY4/ZhuoNInzUL8/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162777036920136162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XeXIwrIeI/AAAAAAAABY4/ZhuoNInzUL8/s200/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barclay had never opened Christmas presents so I had to mentor him on the art of shredding paper. One of the hardest things to do it to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xey4wrIfI/AAAAAAAABZA/N1KvzuZsFAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162777513661506034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xey4wrIfI/AAAAAAAABZA/N1KvzuZsFAQ/s200/IMG_0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make sure that every piece of paper is stepped on or pulled. He watched closely as his Nephew and Mentor Sawyer showed him exactly what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xf-owrIgI/AAAAAAAABZI/NB4EbFjcpfI/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162778815036596738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xf-owrIgI/AAAAAAAABZI/NB4EbFjcpfI/s200/IMG_0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barclay thought it looked like a lot of work, but I assured him that it was more like a game. There is a lot of talk about "Cat like reflexes." Therefore we as dogs can not sit back if we want to be superior. We have to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xgb4wrIhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ajufT_prFD8/s1600-h/IMG_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162779317547770386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xgb4wrIhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ajufT_prFD8/s200/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;train so that when a cat approaches, we are ready at any moment to show them what skills we've got. This is the perfect way to train and have fun at the same time! I can't wait until next Christmas when we can do it all again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-4578298390581274199?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4578298390581274199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=4578298390581274199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4578298390581274199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/4578298390581274199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/wrapping-paper-footballs.html' title='Wrapping Paper Footballs'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xdd4wrIcI/AAAAAAAABYo/9Iilhp1uqls/s72-c/IMG_0624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-5103973532132076641</id><published>2008-02-05T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:53:03.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XaEYwrIYI/AAAAAAAABYI/muK5uABAQ4s/s1600-h/IMG_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162772316751077762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XaEYwrIYI/AAAAAAAABYI/muK5uABAQ4s/s200/IMG_0614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wake up everyone, Santa has come! It's time for presents under the tree. Barclay and I were very excited that morning had come and we could open presents. I spent a lot of time explaining to him the&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XbKowrIZI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7c0xRjWlAsM/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162773523636887954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XbKowrIZI/AAAAAAAABYQ/7c0xRjWlAsM/s200/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night before why presents are so exciting. He couldn't wait to jump right on in and open em all. So we hopped next to the tree and made sure everyone was ready. Grandma Diana showed us all the special stockings she made for us, D-O-G, Alpine, Charlette and Oscar. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xbp4wrIaI/AAAAAAAABYY/hhhCW5swh8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162774060507799970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6Xbp4wrIaI/AAAAAAAABYY/hhhCW5swh8Y/s200/IMG_0613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stockings were all hung with care on the mantle and Santa Claus has dropped off goodies for each of us. Since we were ready and posed by the tree, Grandma Diana took the stockings for Barclay and I and hung them on the tree for a perfect Christmas morning photo. The red one was mine and I could barely wait to open it up. Since we were sitting so well, we got a treat from our &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XcGowrIbI/AAAAAAAABYg/zk91GpwJ_XA/s1600-h/IMG_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162774554429039026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XcGowrIbI/AAAAAAAABYg/zk91GpwJ_XA/s200/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stocking right away. It was delicious. I told Barclay that sitting and looking cute usually gets you a treat. You just have to know how to work the system. And I am a great teacher of how to do that (thus the wink to the left). Christmas treats are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28038272-5103973532132076641?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5103973532132076641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=5103973532132076641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5103973532132076641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/5103973532132076641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XaEYwrIYI/AAAAAAAABYI/muK5uABAQ4s/s72-c/IMG_0614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28038272.post-8661653342449224075</id><published>2008-02-04T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:36:30.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barclay'/><title type='text'>A Bed Fit for  Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I sleep with parents at night (which was my dad's idea to get me to stop crying in my crate when I w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XXxowrIWI/AAAAAAAABX4/-dD84dPPiRM/s1600-h/IMG_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162769795605274978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XXxowrIWI/AAAAAAAABX4/-dD84dPPiRM/s200/IMG_0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as a baby), my Grandma Diana didn't think it was right for the three of us to sleep in the Guest Bed since it's a Queen Size Bed. She and my Grandpa Don knew it was very important for us to get good sleep since Santa would be coming. Therefore, we needed lots of space so they insisted that we sleep in their King Size Bed...I like to call it a Prince Size Bed since it was decorated special just for me. Grandma even prepared it extra special by decorating a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XYWIwrIXI/AAAAAAAABYA/uC3Xzq3KuG8/s1600-h/IMG_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162770422670500210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XYWIwrIXI/AAAAAAAABYA/uC3Xzq3KuG8/s200/IMG_0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white Christmas tree next to it. Isn't it beautiful?!? I don't think Barclay originally got the idea that we were sleeping in HIS bed, so he joined my mom and I. I let him stay for a while, but then reminded him that we are a family of three. We don't have room for anyone else if our family....did you get that mom and dad? I am an only child and I like it that way. Don't surprise me someday with a sibling....dog or human. I like it just the way we are!!! All the attention goes to me, me, me. &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/28038272-8661653342449224075?l=sawyerthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8661653342449224075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28038272&amp;postID=8661653342449224075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8661653342449224075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28038272/posts/default/8661653342449224075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawyerthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/bed-fit-for-prince.html' title='A Bed Fit for  Prince'/><author><name>Sawyer the Dog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_to1i-NUYedA/R6XXxowrIWI/AAAAAAAABX4/-dD84dPPiRM/s72-c/IMG_0606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
