<?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-8205307915862852467</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:54:49.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Wet Nose and Floppy Ears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4470510374445530173</id><published>2007-12-25T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:00:02.938Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Oh Huff, what a day I've had today.  First off, everything seemed just the same as a normal day, mummy got up same time as usual, went outside for a while, came back in and gave me a biscuit, then she went out and left me here for ages and ages.  I had the smelly old cockerel for company, well he was behind the gate in the kitchen, so I knew he couldn't get me.  Mind you, he never does try to get me any more, he probably knows who's boss now, and that he can't come between me and my mummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mummy came home in the afternoon, and she got me and took me up to the place where those other two big dogs are, and we went for a walk up the field with my mummy and two other ladies, I had a nice time smelling all the sheep poos and we walked really close to some big sheep, they all looked at me and I was quite worried, but they were behind the fence so I didn't mind.  I managed to get everso muddy heh heh, and when I got into the car I made mummy's blanket on the seat really dirty, there were all my footprints all over it.  Then I had another biscuit and my mummy went indoors with the two ladies for a while.  When it was dark, mummy came out and we went home, and then the fun really started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy brought all these things out in crinkly paper, and she opened lots of them and they were all for her, but I was quite excited to see what she had got, so I didn't mind.  Then, oh huff, she showed me all these other parcels and there was this furry stocking thing, and she said they were all for me!  I couldn't believe it, I was beside myself, I didn't know which one to look at first.  I thought I would be everso good though and not open them, I waited for my mummy to do it for me.  There were two new toys and lots of lovely smelly things to eat.  I had a chocolate snowball and a crunchy square thing, and then my mummy said I couldn't have anymore because it was dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff, life can't get much better can it?  I wish it was always Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65tid9gbMVg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65tid9gbMVg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/R3F2CkjYaLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RT4rcBwASso/s1600-h/100_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/R3F2CkjYaLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RT4rcBwASso/s320/100_2219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148025635605080242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/R3F2C0jYaMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TT0kWQ2RMWU/s1600-h/100_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/R3F2C0jYaMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TT0kWQ2RMWU/s320/100_2224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148025639900047554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the presents I got, huff, I got more than my mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-4470510374445530173?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4470510374445530173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4470510374445530173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4470510374445530173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4470510374445530173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/R3F2CkjYaLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RT4rcBwASso/s72-c/100_2219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-6523366841651971547</id><published>2007-11-06T19:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:15:23.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Back at last</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, it's been such a long time, at last I have some news.  It's not very good news though really.  My mummy took me to see that nice man at the vets today, because she has been worried about me apparently.  I have been sleeping a lot, and drinking a lot, and can't keep up with her when she takes me for a walk.  I also cough quite a lot.  So the nice man felt me all over, and he listened to me with some funny things in his ears, and then he weighed me.  My mummy was everso pleased, she said I was lighter than she thought, I weigh 11 kilos whatever that means, and I should weigh 10 kilos, so I'm only a little bit fat. I've also got a bad tooth at the front, it's all waggly and the nice man said it will probably fall out soon, so I won't be smiling much then, as I won't have any teeth at the front any more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the nice man gave mummy some pills for me and then I had my photo taken with him, which was a bit nerve racking, I wondered what he was doing with his hands, perhaps he'd decided to pull my tooth out after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mummy and I walked down the path by the river, but I didn't go in the water today.  I was bursting to go wee wee too, and trust my mummy to take my picture again then, I was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am going to have a sleep now, it's been a bit of a day all round, I hope I shall be able to come on here again soon though. Huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RzDBV1TSmEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_0D9hIQFwko/s1600-h/102_2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RzDBV1TSmEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_0D9hIQFwko/s320/102_2092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129812556404398146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RzDBW1TSmFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aP_HcDn2ZA0/s1600-h/102_2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RzDBW1TSmFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aP_HcDn2ZA0/s320/102_2090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129812573584267346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-6523366841651971547?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/6523366841651971547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=6523366841651971547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/6523366841651971547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/6523366841651971547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-at-last.html' title='Back at last'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RzDBV1TSmEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_0D9hIQFwko/s72-c/102_2092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-135653734156779713</id><published>2007-09-13T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:03:23.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I'm so excited.  I've had such a great day today, and my mummy has let me use the laptop again, life doesn't get much better.  I wish everyday could be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day started off pretty normally I think, I actually wonder if my mummy had forgotten my birthday.  She didn't say anything.  She let me chase a cat though out of the garden, so I had a good start.  Then we went out in the car, and I waited only a little while and then we went down to the seaside, and I had a great time in the river that leads to the sea.  I couldn't see the sea water though, it was too far away, but the river was great fun, although I went out of my depth once and it made me snort, I was a bit worried for a couple of steps there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked right along to the cafe and my mummy made me wait outside and she was gone ages it seemed but then she came out with some bags and we went to a bench, and I had lots of huge pieces of tuna roll, and then some scone and then she went and got a strawberry ice cream.  We sat for ages in the sunshine, I sat under the bench though because I was hot, and then I fancied eating some grass as I wasn't really all that full, and mummy didn't seem like she was going to get anything else to eat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came home, she gave me my presents, which was my favourite treat in the crinkly packet, oh boy, it's so smelly and stinky, I love it, it's called Puffed Jerky and I can normally manage to chew lots of it into my ears, heh heh.  I got a new toy too, although I wouldn't hurt my mummy's feelings by telling her but I'm not really bothered about more toys, I still like my white bunny best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, I am really tired now, I walked about three miles today, so quite a long way for my little legs really, so now I'm going to have a sleep before dinner.  Hope my mummy will let me use the laptop again soon, huff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcOCfoPrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Eh3-9E0X2rU/s1600-h/101_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcOCfoPrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Eh3-9E0X2rU/s320/101_1828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716648485994162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcOyfoPsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D2dEaRROj6k/s1600-h/101_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcOyfoPsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/D2dEaRROj6k/s320/101_1830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716661370896066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcPCfoPtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yeWnLLHiUD4/s1600-h/101_1834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcPCfoPtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yeWnLLHiUD4/s320/101_1834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716665665863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcPifoPuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NXF3glzAvIo/s1600-h/101_1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcPifoPuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/NXF3glzAvIo/s320/101_1844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109716674255797986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-135653734156779713?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/135653734156779713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=135653734156779713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/135653734156779713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/135653734156779713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my Birthday!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RulcOCfoPrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Eh3-9E0X2rU/s72-c/101_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1110950948550284672</id><published>2007-07-01T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:21:11.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's been at it again!</title><content type='html'>My mummy is determined to turn me into a laughing stock, I'm sure of it now.  There was I, happily eating this HUGE treat thing that she'd given me, I knew it was too good to be true.  Next thing I knew, she had tied my ears up in a silly pink elastic thing.  She said it was because I always make such a mess and my ears dangle in stuff and then they go in my mouth.  Well I ask you, is that my fault?  I can't help having long ears can I?  And I do it purpose anyway, so that I can save some for later.  Just look at how silly I look.  I was not pleased at all I can tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to make it up to me a bit later by taking me out to the park.  Well I suppose I did sort of enjoy myself, although it rained a bit, I had a good old huff round on the field and I was glad that my mummy got her feet soaked, and she had to stand under a tree once when it rained really hard.  I didn't though.  Standing under trees is for wimps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RofPkyrkuzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gzHdZ6JSkYc/s1600-h/101_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RofPkyrkuzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gzHdZ6JSkYc/s320/101_1166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258935497669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RofPlCrku0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wcn3xvsbOTA/s1600-h/101_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RofPlCrku0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wcn3xvsbOTA/s320/101_1170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082258939792636738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1110950948550284672?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1110950948550284672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1110950948550284672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1110950948550284672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1110950948550284672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-been-at-it-again.html' title='She&apos;s been at it again!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RofPkyrkuzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gzHdZ6JSkYc/s72-c/101_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-5471932137023159774</id><published>2007-06-27T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:01:39.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been everso naughty haven't I?</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I've been such a bad dog I know.  I am everso sorry, but I just haven't felt like coming on here for ages now and writing anything.  I know all you fans will have been so disappointed, and it will serve me right if nobody reads my stories any more.  The thing is, my mummy has been feeling down in the dumps too, and I've been trying hard to cheer her up.  And for ages, we were so busy going over to her friends every day and going for such long walks with one of her dogs, that I was just too exhausted to bother most days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been very strange but we haven't been to see my mummy's friend for over aweek now and she hasn't been here either.  I don't know what's going on, but things were looking up a bit today, because I met another nice new dog, his name is Tim, and guess what?  He is going to live right next door to me.  He was very friendly and he wagged his tail really fast and sniffed me through my garden gate.  He is quite handsome, but he is big, but I always like big dogs best really, because my best friend Ben is big too.  So I was quite excited about that.  But best of all, my mummy took me to the shops today too, and because I was so good, we had some CHIPS! We sat and ate them in the car because it was raining really hard, and my mummy took lots of silly pictures of me.  I can't help my face, I was just so excited.   After that we had a walk and I went in some really deep puddles and got nice and smelly, so it's been quite a fun day today.  I'm really tired again now though, so am going to have a nice snooze.  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:o(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-5471932137023159774?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5471932137023159774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=5471932137023159774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5471932137023159774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5471932137023159774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-everso-naughty-havent-i.html' title='I&apos;ve been everso naughty haven&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RoKUsSrkutI/AAAAAAAAANo/VQFAoijqEGo/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4425392465592724943</id><published>2007-05-19T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:17:24.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now look what she's done!</title><content type='html'>Is there to be no end to my humiliation this week?  My mummy found a new website this week, with pictures of very silly dogs, some of them were dressed up in people clothes!It was called stuffonmymutt,  Haha, I did laugh.  Well I didn't laugh today when my mummy made me sit with my elephant toy on my head, what on earth is the matter with her?  She thought it was funny, well I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk8i3KB6D9I/AAAAAAAAANg/1I3JJyVCy3k/s1600-h/101_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk8i3KB6D9I/AAAAAAAAANg/1I3JJyVCy3k/s320/101_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066306436795600850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-4425392465592724943?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4425392465592724943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4425392465592724943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4425392465592724943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4425392465592724943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-look-what-shes-done.html' title='Now look what she&apos;s done!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk8i3KB6D9I/AAAAAAAAANg/1I3JJyVCy3k/s72-c/101_0733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-7627457396573444986</id><published>2007-05-18T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:57:10.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too keen on this week so far</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I've not been able to get on here for a while, but I had to come on today to tell you about this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Monday, my mummy and her friend took me a long way away, I was in the car for ages, and when we pulled up and got out of the car, they introduced me to a man!  He seemed very nice, and we all went for a walk round this big park, and I wanted to go in the river but my mummy kept saying No, it's too rough.  Well, I was trying really hard to ignore her, but in the end she put me back on the lead, so that was that. Huh! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After that we got back in the car and drove to a new place, and they sat at a table and I was allowed to sit by them too, and oh huff, what joy, the nice man got me some chips especially for me.  But my joy soon turned to agony when he gave me a chip and it was so hot, it burned my mouth.  I spat it out very quickly I can tell you!  What a nasty man he turned out to be.  I wouldn't take any more chips from him again, I could tell his game, even though he waited till they were cool, I showed him, and would only take them from my mummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for another walk and I had to sit in a big hut again like I did a few weeks ago and look at everyone's legs for ages.  There was another dog this time, but he didn't take any notice of me.  Then we all walked and sat at a picnic table and there were two other dogs, one of them was being very silly and wanting to play with everyone with his toy, how childish!  We came home then, and I was so tired because I was awake for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, my mummy went out and left me when she went with her friend.  I don't much like that, but when she came home, she showed me all the shopping, but there wasn't any for me, huh!  When her friend had gone, she took me to the park though, so that was quite nice, but it was very windy.  When we got back my mummy was acting strangely, and I was snoozing by the bed when she came and picked me up and put me in the bath!  Oh no, my worst nightmare finally came true!  How I hate it, even though it's quite nice to have my itchy bits scratched, but I don't like my ears being washed and that shampoo stuff stinks, but my mummy said I stink, I don't understand that bit, why cover me in something else that stinks then?  I have been everso itchy again for the last few days, even though my mummy stuck the needle thing in me it didn't help much, so she said this smelly shampoo stuff may help. It's so embarrassing to have your picture taken when in the bath too, has she no respect?   She dried me with that noisy blowing thing which I hate, and now I am so exhausted by all the trauma I am going to have to go and lay down.  Huff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZYqB6D5I/AAAAAAAAANA/uMOpqK78tzc/s1600-h/101_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZYqB6D5I/AAAAAAAAANA/uMOpqK78tzc/s320/101_0681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065944173484052370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Silly dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZY6B6D6I/AAAAAAAAANI/za5G7s-aWoQ/s1600-h/101_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZY6B6D6I/AAAAAAAAANI/za5G7s-aWoQ/s320/101_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065944177779019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZaqB6D7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/O-MfNAw02_U/s1600-h/101_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZaqB6D7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/O-MfNAw02_U/s320/101_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065944207843790770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3Za6B6D8I/AAAAAAAAANY/iKJrIF-wgh0/s1600-h/101_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3Za6B6D8I/AAAAAAAAANY/iKJrIF-wgh0/s320/101_0729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065944212138758082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-7627457396573444986?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7627457396573444986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=7627457396573444986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7627457396573444986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7627457396573444986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-too-keen-on-this-week-so-far.html' title='Not too keen on this week so far'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rk3ZYqB6D5I/AAAAAAAAANA/uMOpqK78tzc/s72-c/101_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1403151067150705354</id><published>2007-05-04T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:30:18.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh huff, it's been so hot...</title><content type='html'>I've been too hot to do my blog just lately, it takes all my energy just to find time to eat and go for a walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was a bit cooler as it was quite windy.  My mummy took me to her friends house and I sat under the table when they were eating, mainly because it was cooler under there, but also hoping someone would drop some food.  Didn't have a lot of luck there though, but my mummy did save me a small piece of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went in the car with her dog Ayra, I don't mind her, she isn't noisy when she isn't with those other dogs.  We went a little way and then we stopped and got out of the car. There was a small bit of water for me to get in but it was everso shallow but I had a drink anyway.  Then we went into the woods and there were lots of things to smell.  It was still quite hot in there though because the trees stopped the wind.  There were lots of those blue flower things again and my mummy kept taking more pictures and so did her friend.  The walk is very hard, as it is very steep in some places.  Luckily we stopped at a bench for a while and me and Ayra had a lay down.  Then we went up very high and then back down again.  I was really exhausted after that, and I still am, so I am going to bed now, my mummy just made me go outside and I had my choccies when I came back, but I can't keep my eyes open any more.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjulksAbCKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BrlRCJUhCY4/s1600-h/101_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjulksAbCKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BrlRCJUhCY4/s320/101_0542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820655987689634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rjulk8AbCLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ve5NCYi1TcU/s1600-h/101_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rjulk8AbCLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ve5NCYi1TcU/s320/101_0543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820660282656946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullMAbCMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PehxrgOBBD4/s1600-h/101_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullMAbCMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PehxrgOBBD4/s320/101_0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820664577624258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullcAbCNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ie0RVd_VTO0/s1600-h/101_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullcAbCNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ie0RVd_VTO0/s320/101_0546.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820668872591570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullsAbCOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3SbmRQq-8sk/s1600-h/101_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjullsAbCOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3SbmRQq-8sk/s320/101_0544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820673167558882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rjul1MAbCPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BncLa-h9NU4/s1600-h/101_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rjul1MAbCPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BncLa-h9NU4/s320/101_0547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820939455531250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1403151067150705354?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1403151067150705354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1403151067150705354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1403151067150705354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1403151067150705354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-huff-its-been-so-hot.html' title='Oh huff, it&apos;s been so hot...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjulksAbCKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BrlRCJUhCY4/s72-c/101_0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1015293869363561922</id><published>2007-04-25T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:34:39.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's been at it again!</title><content type='html'>My mummy's friend came round today with another lady, she said it was her mummy.  She was very nice, and made a lot of fuss of me, but spent a lot of time talking to the budgie too, so I had to make my presence felt and kept squashing between them on the sofa.  I was well pleased that she didn't seem to want all of her sandwiches at feeding time though and I got loads of bits of cheese sandwich, I don't think my mummy noticed quite how much of it I got, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they went, my mummy took me in the car to the river where the people float along  on top of the water in things that look like painted logs, but we only saw one today.  I went in the water by the beach, and then we went across the field, and then on the way back my mummy kept making me pose again for her pictures.  There was one place that I don't like much too, it's a big Oak tree that is hollowed out, I can remember once my mummy hid in there and I was very worried because I couldn't find her and when I ran past she jumped out at me and I was very scared.  My mummy is horrible to me sometimes. Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiJ8AbCFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fpVldiL6l5Y/s1600-h/100_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiJ8AbCFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fpVldiL6l5Y/s320/100_0414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057791041891666002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiKcAbCGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Iy64ShUs10s/s1600-h/100_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiKcAbCGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Iy64ShUs10s/s320/100_0417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057791050481600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiKsAbCHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kfMsiRKyzRM/s1600-h/100_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiKsAbCHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kfMsiRKyzRM/s320/100_0419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057791054776567922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiLMAbCII/AAAAAAAAAMA/mdoZNzaA-f4/s1600-h/100_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiLMAbCII/AAAAAAAAAMA/mdoZNzaA-f4/s320/100_0429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057791063366502530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiLcAbCJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dLrZ57iOIG0/s1600-h/100_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiLcAbCJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dLrZ57iOIG0/s320/100_0430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057791067661469842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1015293869363561922?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1015293869363561922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1015293869363561922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1015293869363561922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1015293869363561922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/04/shes-been-at-it-again_25.html' title='She&apos;s been at it again!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RjDiJ8AbCFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fpVldiL6l5Y/s72-c/100_0414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-7100231898099696914</id><published>2007-04-21T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:17:00.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Huff, another nice day out!</title><content type='html'>My mummy took me to the seaside AND the woods today, AND we had a picnic, AND I GOT TUNA!  Huff huff huff!  It was really great fun, I got to go in the river, and the sea, and then the river again, and in some pools.  When I was in the pool, another dog came up to me, he seemed quite friendly, he was funny looking though, wasn't quite sure what to make of him but he just sniffed me and then went away. Then I went for a trot along the sands, and then back to the woods, and mummy got her bag from the car, and we walked uphill for a while and then we came to some picnic tables, and  mummy had a tuna salad thing and I got lots of it, and some of my own biscuits yum, and I even tried some of her diet fizzy orange but I wasn't too keen on that, the bubbles made me sneeze.  We then had a another walk all around the trees near the picnic tables, so I have walked a long way again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside of today was that my mummy made me pose for my photos a lot of times, and they were with some strange things, first there was a big blobby jelly thing on the sands, and then a smelly thing with a shell and lots of legs, that was really creepy, and then finally she made me get on a seat thing.  She said it was really clever because someone had carved it out of a tree trunk.  I don't know what she meant but still, anything to please.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RiopFWtMagI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mSKl3FOiRk8/s1600-h/100_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RiopFWtMagI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mSKl3FOiRk8/s320/100_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055898703648025090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Riop_mtMahI/AAAAAAAAAKM/urhgHoiMoo8/s1600-h/100_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Riop_mtMahI/AAAAAAAAAKM/urhgHoiMoo8/s320/100_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899704375405074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RioqAGtMaiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LTGUdHGui4w/s1600-h/100_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RioqAGtMaiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LTGUdHGui4w/s320/100_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899712965339682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RioqhmtMajI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ahuGivRQYaY/s1600-h/100_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RioqhmtMajI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ahuGivRQYaY/s320/100_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055900288490957362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-7100231898099696914?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7100231898099696914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=7100231898099696914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7100231898099696914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7100231898099696914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/04/huff-another-nice-day-out.html' title='Huff, another nice day out!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RiopFWtMagI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mSKl3FOiRk8/s72-c/100_0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-595921219875998317</id><published>2007-04-19T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:41:12.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a funny old week, huff</title><content type='html'>I've had quite a tiring week.  A couple of days ago, my mummy and her friend and her dog made me walk for miles, a lot of it was uphill too and I was exhausted, but I tried to be brave and not show it, I even tried not to limp much, but sometimes I just couldn't help it, and my mummy stopped and let me rest and rubbed my sore shoulder.  It's been very hot for me too this week, but I don't really mind that as long as I can cool off in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we went over my mate Ben's house and I had a nice walk then in the woods and I went in the water lots of times, and when we got back to his house we sat outside on the lawn and had our biscuits, that was good fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very strange.  We went to my mummy's friend's house, and I had to stay in the car.  I wasn't too pleased about that I can tell you, I like to get inside because I always get a biscuit or two.  Anyway, eventually they both came out and we drove and drove and drove.  And then they got out and left me in the car again.  When my mummy came back I smelled her mouth, and her friend laughed, but I could smell she had eaten tuna.  I wanted to cry then because it's my favourite and they didn't get any for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove a little way more and then stopped the car, and I had a bit of a walk and found some water to go in on the side of the track, and there was a pond thing but it was all dried up and sludgy and my mummy pulled me back on the lead and kept saying NO NO NO!  Then they made me pose by a tree which they said had been struck by lightening, whatever that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went into this wooden building where there were lots of other people and all I could see was people's legs.  I laid down and kept quiet for a while but then I got bored and I was sniffing along under the bench to see if anyone had dropped any food, and my mummy kept saying Ssssshhh stop making that snorting noise.  I can't help it can I?  My nose just makes that funny noise.  All the people were laughing at me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home then, and I am very tired now because I couldn't sleep much today.  It was a strange day, I wonder why we drove all that way, it seemed a long way to go for just a little walk, oh well, my mummy is funny sometimes... Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rifh4WtMafI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SEK8EjJyVng/s1600-h/100_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rifh4WtMafI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SEK8EjJyVng/s320/100_0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055257465030732274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RifgMmtMaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P07dSumLmDI/s1600-h/100_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RifgMmtMaeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P07dSumLmDI/s320/100_0205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055255613899827682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-595921219875998317?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/595921219875998317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=595921219875998317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/595921219875998317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/595921219875998317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-funny-old-week-huff.html' title='It&apos;s been a funny old week, huff'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rifh4WtMafI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SEK8EjJyVng/s72-c/100_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1548180009648094974</id><published>2007-04-09T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:23:39.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>My mummy finally let me have another go on here, she has been so greedy and selfish lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't really done very much since the last time I wrote, I have been a bit hot really a lot of the time, but luckily, my mummy knows that I like to cool off in the water so she takes me to the rivers for a walk most days.  I was annoyed with her today though because she went right down to the water herself and crossed lots of rocks to get a good shot with her new camera thing of the water fall and I tried to follow her because I thought she was going to leave me behind, but she didn't realise how difficult it was for my little legs and that the rock pools were really deep, and I tried to cross and I fell in a deep one.  And do you know what she did then?  She laughed at me, and she took my photo!  Oh the humiliation.  Sometimes I don't like my mummy very much.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rhq8zh9s9zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CPM9iFmHg5I/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rhq8zh9s9zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CPM9iFmHg5I/s320/100_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051557525525952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rhq8zx9s90I/AAAAAAAAAJs/nLw6YYvL7QI/s1600-h/100_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rhq8zx9s90I/AAAAAAAAAJs/nLw6YYvL7QI/s320/100_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051557529820919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1548180009648094974?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1548180009648094974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1548180009648094974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1548180009648094974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1548180009648094974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rhq8zh9s9zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CPM9iFmHg5I/s72-c/100_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-7321279108788646290</id><published>2007-03-31T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:29:06.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no....</title><content type='html'>I'm keeping a low profile, my mummy mentioned a word that I don't like very much, so I'm being everso good and pretending to be fast asleep.  The word?  BATH!  I hate it, but I'm really smelly at the moment apparently, and I keep scratching, it's that time of year again.  My mummy made me have lots of tests a while ago, and I had my tummy shaved and they put lots of things on me to see if they made me itch, and lots of them did, that's why I have the needle thing stuck in me every month now.  But it doesn't always work completely and I still scratch and big lumps of fur keep falling out and mummy moans at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think she feels very well just now, so maybe I've got away with it for today, and when we went out for a walk just now, I went in the water and hoped that would be good enough, but apparently I still stink.  Oh well, perhaps if I slink off into the bedroom now, mummy will forget all about it...... Huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gNEM5CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/285hPNiyiR0/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gNEM5CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/285hPNiyiR0/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048110224545473570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's very worrying with all these trees falling down around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gdEM5DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4BqVTvmcKg/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gdEM5DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4BqVTvmcKg/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048110228840440882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sat and posed here despite being worried about that scary water behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gtEM5EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1b-p5FndH4k/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gtEM5EI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1b-p5FndH4k/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048110233135408194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The water was quite shallow here, my usual spot for a quick bit of paddling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-7321279108788646290?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7321279108788646290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=7321279108788646290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7321279108788646290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7321279108788646290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-no.html' title='Oh no....'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rg59gNEM5CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/285hPNiyiR0/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-7982688640820477003</id><published>2007-03-26T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:35:41.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The seaside again</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I've had a great day again today.  My mate Ben came round with his mummy, and we went to the seaside.  We had a long walk along the top of the beach on the path, it was really hot once we got out of the breeze, but I didn't fancy going in the water today, incase Ben thought I was being a show off, so I just stayed on the path.  He probably wouldn't have noticed me though anyway, as usual he was running about half a mile in front of us and ignoring me.   When we got back to the car, my mummy drove round to another car park and she and Ben's mummy went off and left us for a while, but then, oh joy, they came back with CHIPS!  And we sat outside round the harbour and I got loads of them, hehe.  Ben didn't though, he doesn't know what he's missing, he never wants any goodies.  Then we walked up to the shops and we had ICE CREAM!  Although I only had a tiny piece of cornet when it was nearly all gone, I thought I wasn't going to get any.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RggtdR0cixI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hpFvP6ntWyA/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RggtdR0cixI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hpFvP6ntWyA/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046333363491474194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was worried about the ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RggrqB0ciwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nKj7gT_NDls/s1600-h/Image.1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RggrqB0ciwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nKj7gT_NDls/s320/Image.1100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046331383511550722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..but then I got some, huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rggrph0civI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XvvwTKcBANk/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rggrph0civI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XvvwTKcBANk/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046331374921616114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-7982688640820477003?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7982688640820477003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=7982688640820477003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7982688640820477003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7982688640820477003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/seaside-again.html' title='The seaside again'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RggtdR0cixI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hpFvP6ntWyA/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-8948319272404056623</id><published>2007-03-17T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:28:52.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Another trip to the seaside</title><content type='html'>Huff, I expect everyone has given up with my blog, my mummy has been so selfish, she keeps writing her one and hasn't let me use the laptop again, she has been using it herself ALL the time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have done lots of things since the last time I wrote, but will just tell you about today - we went to the seaside again.  It was a place I've been to lots of times before, called Cwm Tudu.  It was a nice sunny day although quite windy when we got there and the sea was quite rough.  To be honest, my mummy kept saying go in the water, but I didn't much like the look of it, but just to please her I went in some rock pools, and in the river that runs into the sea.  She went in a spooky cave, but I wasn't keen on that much either.  After that, we went right up the steep cliff path where there were lots of horses smells and foot prints, but we never see the horses, I'm glad really though, horses are scarey.  Then we walked back down the windy road to where the car was but my mummy said I had to go in the water AGAIN!  I got all muddy up the cliff apparently, so off I toddled.  Then I wondered why we weren't going to the cafe and I stood there waiting, but my mummy said no, it's closed!  It's always closed, I don't understand how the man in there earns enough money to be closed for 6 months, there were lots of people today who would have bought chips and things from him.  Oh huff, no chips for me then, but my mummy had a yummy tuna and pasta thing in the car and an apple so I had some of that, and a couple of my smelly old biscuits, so I guess I was lucky to get anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhPmzBQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/f4u9BX4OLUg/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhPmzBQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/f4u9BX4OLUg/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942234744406130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mummy was in the spooky cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhPmzBQII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_9OXZXXblgk/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhPmzBQII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_9OXZXXblgk/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942234744406146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sea was rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQGzBQJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hLP0v61Nlss/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQGzBQJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hLP0v61Nlss/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942243334340754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy tried to tempt me into the scarey cave with a biscuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQGzBQKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wJzfGpcbTZM/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQGzBQKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wJzfGpcbTZM/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942243334340770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sat down in the water, but I tried to keep my tail dry, I thought it was funny, huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQmzBQLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RbgshFEV_F4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhQmzBQLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RbgshFEV_F4/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042942251924275378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me up the cliff path, my mummy had to stop because she was puffing and panting, I wondered what was up with her. Huff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-8948319272404056623?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/8948319272404056623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=8948319272404056623&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/8948319272404056623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/8948319272404056623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-trip-to-seaside.html' title='Another trip to the seaside'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RfwhPmzBQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/f4u9BX4OLUg/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1110483515982841111</id><published>2007-03-04T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:03:41.038Z</updated><title type='text'>The Seaside</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I had a great day yesterday, because my mummy took me to the seaside!  I've been to this place lots of times before, and I have such a great time.  I couldn't wait to get in the water, it was quite rough though and a wave swept me off my feet, and I got washed in, it was such fun.  There was this other dog there, and he kept wanting to play with me, but I wasn't having any of it, he was too lively for me, and he didn't go in the water either, what a wimp. He just wanted to run after a silly ball that his mummy kept throwing for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went back to the car and my mummy had rubbed all the sand off me (ouch, why does she do that, it's very scratchy?) she went and got some CHIPS!  Wow, can things ever get better than this?  We sat on a bench by the car and looked down at the beach whilst we ate them all, and there were lots of other dogs playing and running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a scary time last night though.  My mummy was watching something on the television, it was this big glowing ball thing in the dark, and it really frightened me, I was growling and growling at it to warn her, but she kept telling me off.  She put a cushion in my face so I couldn't see the tv screen, and I tried really hard to look round or under it in case the thing came out of the television and got us.  She didn't seem to be scared though, she said it was the moon.  How silly, the moon can't be on the television, and why was it a funny red colour?  I was glad when she said we were going to bed, and the scary thing went away I can tell you.  She kept going outside too, she never does that in the dark, I really got quite unsettled with it all.  Now today I am exhausted, still it doesn't look like I will be going anywhere today as it's very windy and raining again, so I will have a good sleep instead. Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXyLyivQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s31wo8QY4Ko/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXyLyivQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s31wo8QY4Ko/s320/Image216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038006021581356290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXybyivRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jKsN-Relxds/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXybyivRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jKsN-Relxds/s320/Image214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038006025876323602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXz7yivSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fmm4H609HFU/s1600-h/Image219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXz7yivSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fmm4H609HFU/s320/Image219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038006051646127394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqYVbyivTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LgUa7EqGik/s1600-h/Emma+eclipse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqYVbyivTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9LgUa7EqGik/s320/Emma+eclipse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038006627171745074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1110483515982841111?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1110483515982841111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1110483515982841111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1110483515982841111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1110483515982841111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/03/seaside.html' title='The Seaside'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/ReqXyLyivQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s31wo8QY4Ko/s72-c/Image216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1234918004896412280</id><published>2007-02-22T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:53:52.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Hehe, I got really muddy today....</title><content type='html'>Huff, my mummy took me over to her friend's house today.  Well, I'm not very keen on that because of those two big dogs there, but they are kept in a big cage in the kitchen so they can't normally get me, but their barking is so loud, it really frightens me.  The best bit though is that I always get lots of biscuits, yum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the nice spooky place by the river.  It was a bit scary though because the water was so high it was about to flood across onto the fields, it was rushing by so fast, I didn't want to go in it today, oh not likely.  I managed to walk in lots and lots of muddy bits in the field and the woodland path though, it was splattered all up my legs and on my tummy.  My mummy had her wellies on, but she still got mud splattered up her jeans too, haha.   For the first time in ages, when she wanted to take my picture and said "BISCUITS" she actually had one for me in her pocket, at last she has stopped lying to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mummy's birthday next week, and I have been racking my brains trying to think what to get her.  The choice is a bit limited really, but I was wondering if I could pretend to eat one of my bonios, and hide it, and give her that.  I'm not sure if I could stop myself from eating it though, it will be everso hard.  Or I could pretend to eat my milky choccies one night, but just keep them in my mouth till she isn't looking then hide them under the sofa or something, I know she likes my choccies.  Which do you think she would like the best?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I will have a few days to think about it, I'm very tired now though as I've been awake all day again, and had a lot to contend with today.   Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3buMS0QQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P_mTMqsUMfc/s1600-h/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3buMS0QQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P_mTMqsUMfc/s320/Image201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034421545090695426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scary water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3bwMS0QRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CoqNO7cApSQ/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3bwMS0QRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CoqNO7cApSQ/s320/Image202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034421579450433810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huff, just had my biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3bwsS0QSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/crVJvKG3Cy8/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3bwsS0QSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/crVJvKG3Cy8/s320/Image203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034421588040368418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of snowdrops (and me..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1234918004896412280?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1234918004896412280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1234918004896412280&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1234918004896412280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1234918004896412280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/hehe-i-got-really-muddy-today.html' title='Hehe, I got really muddy today....'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rd3buMS0QQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P_mTMqsUMfc/s72-c/Image201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-7687656123896696381</id><published>2007-02-15T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:28:53.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Saw Ben again today.</title><content type='html'>My mum took me out in the car today, and then after I had sat outside the shops for a while, she came out and I sat on her lap and I could smell that she had eaten something, it smelled like CAKE!  I was quite excited as usually we then go and get CHIPS, but this time we went past the place, and drove over to my mate Ben's house.  Huff, twice in a week I get to see him, he actually seemed pleased to see me today too, and he came running with his teddy for me.  I played hard to get though and just ran straight past him to get to his bowl of biscuits, but his mummy was too fast for me, and managed to get them up off the floor.  I'm sure Ben quite likes me, but he didn't bother to send me a Valentine card so I don't really know where I stand with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk up the lane, but it was so windy and then it started to rain, and there were hailstones too, I wasn't that keen and neither was he, but our mummies didn't seem to notice us lagging behind, but once we turned into the other lane it was okay because we were sheltered a bit.  We only walked about halfway down though, and I didn't get a chance to go in the water, so wasn't too pleased about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to his house we had a chew stick each and a bonio so that was the best bit.  Then I fell asleep for a while till we had to come home.  Well today wasn't that exciting really was it, but still I got plenty to eat, that's the main thing.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdTrvcS0QPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vWOm0dfwsWc/s1600-h/Emma%26Ben3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdTrvcS0QPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vWOm0dfwsWc/s320/Emma%26Ben3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031905883961180402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was me and Ben back in the summer.  I'm not sure if he's trying to ignore me here or if he really likes me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdTrvMS0QOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/b8xgahfdCns/s1600-h/DSCI0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdTrvMS0QOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/b8xgahfdCns/s320/DSCI0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031905879666213090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me in Ben's bed, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-7687656123896696381?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/7687656123896696381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=7687656123896696381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7687656123896696381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/7687656123896696381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/saw-ben-again-today.html' title='Saw Ben again today.'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdTrvcS0QPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vWOm0dfwsWc/s72-c/Emma%26Ben3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-5550015041818078124</id><published>2007-02-12T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:48:07.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow's all gone</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, I've had a great day, because my friend Ben came round to play today.  His mum and my mum sat talking for hours though and they looked at lots of pictures of me on the television because my mummy has her computer attached to it now.  It was funny seeing these huge photos of me, they were bigger than I am really!  Anyway, they had some food and I got a piece of cheese on toast, and then they talked some more, and I was beginning to think we weren't ever going to go out, but eventually we went out to the car, and drove for a while, and we got to the forest.  It was lovely, there were loads of really deep puddles that I could go in, and I got really soaking wet, and quite muddy. My mate Ben didn't go in them though, he's a wimp I think.  And he wouldn't stop to have his photo taken for ages, he kept ignoring his mummy and she told him off.  It's a good job I'm not naughty like him, else my mummy would never get any photos of me.  He kept running a long way ahead as usual and I couldn't keep up with him, but I did manage to sniff the same things as him sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCetcS0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YAReouNJrjo/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCetcS0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YAReouNJrjo/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030695287299260562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCet8S0QKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9b6BrOLdU8k/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCet8S0QKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9b6BrOLdU8k/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030695295889195170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCeuMS0QLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ee0mEkxHE6I/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCeuMS0QLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ee0mEkxHE6I/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030695300184162482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCev8S0QMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f23sBfIvaDg/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCev8S0QMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f23sBfIvaDg/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030695330248933570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCewcS0QNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GFs_ORYP9XA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCewcS0QNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GFs_ORYP9XA/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030695338838868178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-5550015041818078124?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5550015041818078124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=5550015041818078124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5550015041818078124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5550015041818078124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/snows-all-gone.html' title='Snow&apos;s all gone'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RdCetcS0QJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YAReouNJrjo/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4943007890452648766</id><published>2007-02-09T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:47:48.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>Oh Huff, we had lots and lots of snow today.  Mummy let me go out in the garden and have a snuffle round, there were lots of interesting things to smell, and lots of strange footprints too.  I think that a smelly cat had been in my garden, pity it wasn't still there, I could have had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, mummy insisted that I had my lead on and we walked round to the main road.  I was surprised to see lots of cars and lorries, and then this big lorry came down with a huge metal scoop thing on it, and it made a horrible noise, and I was so frightened.  My mummy made me carry on though and we went round to the field behind the houses, and I had a great time huffing round there.  My mummy was taking lots of photos of me, and one time, she looked round and I had disappeared, because I fell down a hole, and she did laugh!  It was quite funny I have to admit, and I laughed too and ran about a bit more to please her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to our road, mummy let me off the lead and I tore round and round, it was fun.  When we got indoors I had lots of snowballs stuck to me all round my legs and tummy and my mummy pulled them all off on the mat, I didn't like that very much, all I wanted was my piece of jerky for being a good girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope the snow will still be here tomorrow so I can go and play again.  Maybe I will help mummy make a snowman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVMS0QGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1OtRLpiQOiw/s1600-h/PIC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVMS0QGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1OtRLpiQOiw/s320/PIC_0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029584363943379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVMS0QHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/e6q0B86pp9o/s1600-h/PIC_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVMS0QHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/e6q0B86pp9o/s320/PIC_0132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029584363943379058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVcS0QII/AAAAAAAAAFE/DrxI1g5XS68/s1600-h/PIC_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVcS0QII/AAAAAAAAAFE/DrxI1g5XS68/s320/PIC_0133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029584368238346370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcyrzsS0QAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/92TfzSi71is/s1600-h/PIC_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcyrzsS0QAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/92TfzSi71is/s320/PIC_0095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029583788417761282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyrz8S0QBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3oRDezZxOFs/s1600-h/PIC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyrz8S0QBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3oRDezZxOFs/s320/PIC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029583792712728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0MS0QCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vlyULdtvask/s1600-h/PIC_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0MS0QCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vlyULdtvask/s320/PIC_0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029583797007695906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0MS0QDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JJ0NqNuJ-tQ/s1600-h/PIC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0MS0QDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JJ0NqNuJ-tQ/s320/PIC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029583797007695922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0cS0QEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jCCSjXM7srU/s1600-h/PIC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rcyr0cS0QEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jCCSjXM7srU/s320/PIC_0120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029583801302663234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-4943007890452648766?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4943007890452648766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4943007890452648766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4943007890452648766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4943007890452648766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcysVMS0QGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1OtRLpiQOiw/s72-c/PIC_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4263477898474726480</id><published>2007-02-04T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:57:17.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>Click on my photo here to look at my album of photos that my mummy has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 670px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/Emma/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/Emma/TME.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/8205307915862852467-4263477898474726480?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4263477898474726480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4263477898474726480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4263477898474726480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4263477898474726480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures of me!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-3018972160943240679</id><published>2007-02-04T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:55:08.772Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy, my favourite..</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, my mummy took me to the seaside today.  I haven't been this excited in weeks.  I can't remember the last time I went in the salty water and made myself choke because I drank some of it.  And oh, the joy of getting that sand everywhere.  And pooing on the beach so that loads of people see me, haha, it's such fun.  But the funniest thing that happened today was to my mummy.  We walked along the shoreline and got to some rocks, and my mummy was trying not to get her feet wet, and this big wave came and she stepped backwards really quickly, and didn't know there was some rocks behind her, and she fell over on her bum in a rock pool.  Oh, I did laugh.  Mum didn't though, she was really embarrassed I think, and it looked like she'd wet herself.  She said "Oh no, I've done a Pete!"  Don't know what she meant, but I think she hurt her arm a bit.  (and her bum) Haha.  She had to take her jacket off and there was sand all over it and the sleeve was all wet.  Luckily when she put it back on, it covered her wet bum, so nobody saw, I think she was pleased about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she made me sit on the harbour wall and have the obligatory photo session, but because I was so good, guess what?  She went and got me some fish and chips. Yum.  Just the best day ever.  Mummy was looking at some pictures of me from last year too, and she found one of me from exactly the same place, taken exactly one week earlier in 2006, so we had lovely weather then too.  I'm so tired now, time for a snooze, hope you can't hear my snoring. Huff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYASGwxeTI/AAAAAAAAADo/RkgVZ85xAMo/s1600-h/PIC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYASGwxeTI/AAAAAAAAADo/RkgVZ85xAMo/s320/PIC_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027706345058564402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYARmwxeSI/AAAAAAAAADg/LWSatg4Ki14/s1600-h/DSCI0133_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYARmwxeSI/AAAAAAAAADg/LWSatg4Ki14/s320/DSCI0133_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027706336468629794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was me last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYASWwxeUI/AAAAAAAAADw/S64_U0Pmb70/s1600-h/PIC_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYASWwxeUI/AAAAAAAAADw/S64_U0Pmb70/s320/PIC_0053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027706349353531714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when mum had the chips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-3018972160943240679?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/3018972160943240679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=3018972160943240679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/3018972160943240679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/3018972160943240679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-boy-my-favourite.html' title='Oh boy, my favourite..'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RcYASGwxeTI/AAAAAAAAADo/RkgVZ85xAMo/s72-c/PIC_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4120337589731773821</id><published>2007-01-30T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:07:14.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Hooray Hooray, I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, at last my mummy has let me use the laptop again.  I was beginning to think I'd never get my turn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a lot to catch up with, on the weekend, she took me to one of my favourite places by the river, I think she has put about that on her piece of writing so I won't bother repeating it.  The next day she took me to another place where there is no river, it's all trees, trees and more trees.  It was uphill for a lot of it, and we walked and walked for about an hour.  I was well tired when we got home I can tell you.  I did manage to get quite muddy though, so it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mean old mummy didn't take me out at all, I kept looking at her everso appealingly too, but it didn't make any difference.  She said no, she had to wait for the BT man whoever he was, but he didn't come and I don't think my mummy was very happy.  I didn't mind too much really though because my eye was hurting me a bit, and I had to have drops put in it like before, except it was the other eye this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well I don't know what to make of it at all.  My mummy put on all her best clothes, and I saw her putting on some make-up, she hasn't done that for years.  Then we went to that place where people sit around in chairs and look at one another, sometimes they have other dogs like me to say hello to, and sometimes they have smelly cats in their prison boxes, ha, just as well if I could get at them they'd be sorry.  Well, today, there was only one other dog there who looked a bit like me but didn't have any black in it.  Wasn't very friendly though and was crammed up against its mummy and ignored me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we only had to wait about five minutes and then we went into another room and my mummy put me up onto a table, and this man with a funny voice started feeling me all over and he put horrible stuff in my eyes, and then if that wasn't bad enough, he then stuck a needle in me!  I was everso brave though, and I didn't say anything, but I managed to shake my head and I splashed some of the stuff on my mummy's pink jacket, haha.  That serves her right.   All this time, my mummy had a strange expression on her face.  This man kept saying things like "ow iz er allergies"  and "zair iz no olser in zis eye, you jus put zi drops in zi eye az before, but I sink you should bring er bak and I will check to see if she az zi dry eye"  This funny man then felt all under my chin, and said "she az an enlarged lymph node, if eet gets any bigger, you av to come bak ere to see me, and we av to treat"  I don't know how my mummy understood what he was saying, but she seemed to know anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went down to the park and I went in the water, it wasn't as deep as it had been for a while so I felt quite safe, then I had a good old run about on the grass, and then we came home, and I had my piece of yummy jerky.  Now it's almost time for my dins, yum, I wonder what I'll get tonight?  Can't wait.  Huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rb-H1mwxeQI/AAAAAAAAADI/XZe0cyIsifg/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rb-H1mwxeQI/AAAAAAAAADI/XZe0cyIsifg/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025885064176695554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rb-H12wxeRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LpUZ_Ifbgw4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rb-H12wxeRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LpUZ_Ifbgw4/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025885068471662866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my green eyes - scarey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-4120337589731773821?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4120337589731773821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4120337589731773821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4120337589731773821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4120337589731773821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/hooray-hooray-im-back.html' title='Hooray Hooray, I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/Rb-H1mwxeQI/AAAAAAAAADI/XZe0cyIsifg/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1684069738372952821</id><published>2007-01-20T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:56:31.411Z</updated><title type='text'>I went out today, yippee</title><content type='html'>Oh huff, my mummy took me out especially today, no sitting in the car waiting for her in the shops, she took me to the place by the water where there is a big hill and some old castle ruins.  The water was really rough though, and I didn't want to go in, it was scarey, but I managed to find this really deep puddle in the grass and it had loads of oozy mud at the bottom so I could get loads of it up my legs, hehe.  Mum didn't tell me off much though, she just said "Trust you", why would she trust me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherside of the river, there were lots of huge birds with black necks, making a honking noise, I was quite worried about them for a minute, there were about 200 of them,  but then I could see they weren't going to come across, so we just carried on walking round the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went up the slope to the ruins and I had a good huff round on the grass, then mum made me get on the bit of wall to take my picture.  It was really windy though and my ears nearly got blown off, and I struggled to open my eyes, but I tried really hard to look appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum put me back in the car, and then went off and I thought, oh no, here we go, but she was back really quickly, and she had some yummy cheesy bread thing which we shared as we looked at the river.  I had a really nice day today, I love my mummy. Huff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbJzBtBg_cI/AAAAAAAAACk/15zDRNkjplE/s1600-h/Image1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbJzBtBg_cI/AAAAAAAAACk/15zDRNkjplE/s320/Image1009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022203007574539714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1684069738372952821?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1684069738372952821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1684069738372952821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1684069738372952821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1684069738372952821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-went-out-today-yippee.html' title='I went out today, yippee'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbJzBtBg_cI/AAAAAAAAACk/15zDRNkjplE/s72-c/Image1009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-5882721852167973282</id><published>2007-01-19T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:26:04.972Z</updated><title type='text'>Not impressed with my week so far</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, well I suppose I shouldn't complain, I did get to go to those lakes again on Wednesday, but it wasn't a very nice walk, it started to pour with rain when me and mum got out of the car, but then I don't mind that, but I don't think she was very pleased.  Two big dogs came up and sniffed me too and I was a bit scared, but they were both friendly and then ran off back to their humans.  I managed to get really muddy and wet but mum didn't moan at me, I think she was too busy trying to dry herself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she took me to the park that is close by, and I had a really good huff round on the grass there, my shoulder doesn't hurt so much now, it must be because I have been laying around so much, I didn't limp at all today, I could tell mum was pleased. When we got home, mum cut all my claws.  I hate her doing that, it really tickles, especially on my back feet, but I know I have to endure it, because I always get a really nice biscuit if I let her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go out today though, mum went off without me this morning, I wasn't very pleased about that, but she wasn't gone for long.  Then this afternoon, it got very windy and wet again, so I guessed I would be stuck here again. Sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbD-qNBg_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/YEKDjF4XmR8/s1600-h/the+river+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbD-qNBg_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/YEKDjF4XmR8/s320/the+river+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021793585522081202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-5882721852167973282?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5882721852167973282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=5882721852167973282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5882721852167973282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5882721852167973282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-impressed-with-my-week-so-far.html' title='Not impressed with my week so far'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RbD-qNBg_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/YEKDjF4XmR8/s72-c/the+river+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-2041343246445000877</id><published>2007-01-14T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:24:54.217Z</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>Oh Joy!  I got to see the outside world again today.  I can't believe it, I was so excited when mum started to put her coat on, I barked and barked, I hadn't forgotten how to do that even though it's been years since I got taken out.  I thought it was a trick at first because although mum let me in the car, she spent ages cleaning all the condensation off the inside of the car windows, and she was worried that it wouldn't start as well, after all it hadn't moved for a week, but despite all the damp and rain, it fired up first time, and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be good and sit in the car for a while again whilst she went and bought lots of stuff for those pesky birds, but I could smell there were some of my biscuits too.  Then, and, you won't believe this, but we went to McDonalds.  I was nearly beside myself then, oh the aroma of those chips!  We drove down to the bottom car park and mum got the stuff out of the bag, and then she said some very rude words and we had to drive all the way back and she went inside with the bag.  We only had two of the chips too, I was distraught, but then she came back with a fresh bag and we went back to the car park again, and yum, I got loads.  Mum didn't seem like she wanted many and I know she was telling me fibs when she said "all gone" and put the bag in the boot, there were definitely some left!  Oh well, she then took me to the place by the water, and I managed to get nice and muddy and soaked to the skin right up to my neck so it wasn't a bad day in the end.  Normally I can't keep up with my mum when we go round this place but she was lagging behind a bit today, not sure what was wrong, still makes a change for me to not to have to rush about to catch her up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, mum went outside and took that smelly cockerel outside with her, good riddance, I could hear him crowing, damn nuisance.  He's back in here now though, I was hoping I was rid of him at last but no such luck.  Ah well, time for a nap I think, it's been a long exhausting day today... Huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYZtBg_YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/abR8ceypTyY/s1600-h/Image1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYZtBg_YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/abR8ceypTyY/s320/Image1008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019921933263764866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYaNBg_ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dWGwPxGhoOI/s1600-h/Image1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYaNBg_ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dWGwPxGhoOI/s320/Image1005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019921941853699474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYadBg_aI/AAAAAAAAACE/qYbBJttdE24/s1600-h/Image1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYadBg_aI/AAAAAAAAACE/qYbBJttdE24/s320/Image1007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019921946148666786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-2041343246445000877?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/2041343246445000877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=2041343246445000877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/2041343246445000877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/2041343246445000877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RapYZtBg_YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/abR8ceypTyY/s72-c/Image1008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-817546326407264408</id><published>2007-01-10T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:47:30.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Life sure is exciting at the moment</title><content type='html'>Well I now haven't been out for a walk for days and days.  Everytime up till today that I've asked to go outside, I've been subjected to getting mauled by a smelly wet towel when I come back in, and I haven't managed to get many dirty muddy feet onto mum's beige rug or the bed sheets, sigh.  I really thought that as the sun was shining, that today would be the day, when I could run free, get some fresh air in my lungs, and a breeze up my tail, but no, still she sits here, hour after hour looking at that bloody screen and tapping away on those keys.  Or occasionally going outside and I can't go with her out the back because "it's too muddy" Huh! I'm  so fed up.  Have now given up even asking.  Maybe she will never take me again, and I will be condemned forever to plodding round the front garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if that wasn't enough, that bloody cockerel tried to get me this morning, he did give me a fright.  I'm not sure of his game now, he has changed tactics, he seemed to be very friendly, but I am wondering if it was all part of a clever plot to come between me and mum? Hmmm. I will have to be on my guard in future. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaUX6NBg_XI/AAAAAAAAABo/iCJi_7vq-s8/s1600-h/PIC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaUX6NBg_XI/AAAAAAAAABo/iCJi_7vq-s8/s320/PIC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018443648470154610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm telling you, it's no laughing matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-817546326407264408?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/817546326407264408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=817546326407264408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/817546326407264408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/817546326407264408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-sure-is-exciting-at-moment.html' title='Life sure is exciting at the moment'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaUX6NBg_XI/AAAAAAAAABo/iCJi_7vq-s8/s72-c/PIC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-3998958930587498624</id><published>2007-01-07T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:35:38.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Another exciting day</title><content type='html'>My mum said I was a pain yesterday.  Dunno what that means but she didn't seem very pleased with me.  It wasn't my fault though, I didn't do anything.  I only wanted to go outside for a wee a few times, and thought I would get a nice walk, it was a lovely afternoon.  But all she did was lay in bed with the curtains drawn.  Lazy cow.  She did manage to get out a few times though and I still got my biscuits and my dinner so that's not too bad I suppose.  I heard her talking to someone on the phone thing earlier that she has chicken pox, I bet she's got it from that damn cockerel in here, Diddy Boy.  I knew he'd be trouble the second I saw him.  Poor mum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her say that she's contagious and that she has to stay away from people for a few days, so I guess that means I'll be stuck in here a bit longer.  Oh well, the weather outside is awful, so perhaps it's not the end of the world.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaDlulpipxI/AAAAAAAAABY/uTGkPGvX9d0/s1600-h/Diddy+Boy%27s+new+pad+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaDlulpipxI/AAAAAAAAABY/uTGkPGvX9d0/s320/Diddy+Boy%27s+new+pad+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017262573433825042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diddy the Troublemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaDlulpipwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PACdaUcl2c4/s1600-h/Blogger+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaDlulpipwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PACdaUcl2c4/s320/Blogger+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017262573433825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-3998958930587498624?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/3998958930587498624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=3998958930587498624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/3998958930587498624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/3998958930587498624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-exciting-day.html' title='Another exciting day'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RaDlulpipxI/AAAAAAAAABY/uTGkPGvX9d0/s72-c/Diddy+Boy%27s+new+pad+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-1681269027834121063</id><published>2007-01-05T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:24:20.262Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, not again!</title><content type='html'>I thought for one awful moment that yesterday was going to turn into another day like Tuesday, mum stuck me in the car, and we drove to the shops, and then she walked off and left me again.  Luckily this time though, she was only gone for a little while, then we went round to that Tesco place again, and I saw mum's friend, who is the mum of my mate Ben.  They went off and were gone ages.  When they came back, I smelled mum's mouth and she had been eating something!  Anyhow, we then drove off following mum's friend, and then we got to her house eventually, and at last I was allowed out.  I tried desperately to get to Ben's bowl of Bakers before they remembered to pick it up from the floor, but mum hooked my lead over the fence whilst they took all the shopping in.  Swines.  I did get some biscuits eventually though, and then we went for a walk up the road.  I went in the water as usual, but it wasn't that deep so I couldn't get completely soaked.  That walk really puffs me out now cos it's uphill all the way, but it's okay going back and I can keep up with Ben then, not much of a mate though, he just ignores me most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wasn't feeling very well today, she took me to see the vet about my bad eye, but there were too many people waiting, so she said to the lady she would take me back on Tuesday, (so what's up with Monday?? ) She then took me to the park, but we only walked a little way and then we went back to the car, poor mum looked awful.  I've tried to be everso good today though, and apart from having smelly feet, I haven't been told off at all.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZ57klpipvI/AAAAAAAAABE/RcS5g7AAHRc/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZ57klpipvI/AAAAAAAAABE/RcS5g7AAHRc/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016582903449167602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mate Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-1681269027834121063?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/1681269027834121063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=1681269027834121063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1681269027834121063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/1681269027834121063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no-not-again.html' title='Oh no, not again!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZ57klpipvI/AAAAAAAAABE/RcS5g7AAHRc/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-4779195357277438409</id><published>2007-01-02T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:53:13.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Huh, what a lousy day I've had!</title><content type='html'>Mum took me in the car today, over to her friend's, and she didn't let me out, but they both came and got in after a few minutes, and then we drove for miles and miles, and finally pulled up at some shops.  I was so excited, but then they walked off and left me for hours and hours (well it seemed like it, I think it may have only been about an hour)  But I showed them.  Ha, I was sick on the front seat, that'll teach them.  Unfortunately, Irene saw it before she sat in it, so I wasted my time there then. Then even worse, we drove round to another place, and I could smell chips - oh heaven, it was MacDonalds - but then they left me in the bloody car again!  When they came back, they didn't even bring me one lousy chip, the rats!  Then we drove all the way home again,and I could see the sea out of the window all the way back, but it was everso rough and although I kept barking with excitement, mum said no, its too cold and too rough, we aren't stopping.  I was well fed up.  When we got back to Irene's though,mum took me round two of her fields, and it was all squelchy and muddy, and I managed to plaster mud all up my legs, and mum was wearing her best trainers and she got them all splattered in mud too, hee hee.  Serves her right.  It wasn't all bad though, I was allowed indoors after I'd been rubbed with the towel, and then I got a biscuit.  And when we got home, I got a huge bit of Jerky, and it lasted me for about 20 minutes, and I managed to chew a lot of it into my ear, ha ha.  Mum wasn't very pleased with me again though. Oh well, that's about as exciting as it got today, and I'm very tired now, because I've been awake all day.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZrGJf2ayEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UqNBKTltU1I/s1600-h/PIC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZrGJf2ayEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UqNBKTltU1I/s320/PIC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015539001501337666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-4779195357277438409?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/4779195357277438409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=4779195357277438409&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4779195357277438409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/4779195357277438409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2007/01/huh-what-lousy-day-ive-had.html' title='Huh, what a lousy day I&apos;ve had!'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZrGJf2ayEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UqNBKTltU1I/s72-c/PIC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-5250754093556289836</id><published>2006-12-31T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:29:50.079Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't done much today, because the weather was so awful.  In fact, I didn't even get up till 11.30 this morning.  Mum even took a picture of me as she was so surprised at me still being there.  I did manage to half open my eyes and try to smile at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day passed without much happening, mum was watching the tv nearly all day, the noise of the wind was terrible, and I didn't much fancy going out, but she made me go down the road later on because it had stopped raining, and I did quite enjoy myself huffing round the field once I got there.  Uphill all the way home though and I was quite puffed out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum stuck one of those pointy needle things in me today, but I was brave as always, have gotten used to it now after over a year.  She says it's to stop me itching, and seems to work most of the time, although I still like to have a good old rake around now and then.  I always get a nice biscuit after too, so makes it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, let's hope tomorrow and the new year brings some better weather.  I'm not much looking forward to later though when they make all those horrible banging noises, I still don't know why they do that in the dark.  Mum gets really angry because it frightens her birds.  I just bark a lot, and that means we don't get any sleep. Huff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZgdpP2ayDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CKftR-TA2rY/s1600-h/PIC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZgdpP2ayDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CKftR-TA2rY/s320/PIC_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014790779543668786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205307915862852467-5250754093556289836?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/5250754093556289836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=5250754093556289836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5250754093556289836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/5250754093556289836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZgdpP2ayDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CKftR-TA2rY/s72-c/PIC_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205307915862852467.post-503489810733020999</id><published>2006-12-30T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:03:52.748Z</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm so excited, as this is my very first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be such fun writing about my days and places that I go, most days I go out with my mum, but I can't promise to always write about it everyday, as I get very tired these days, well I am getting a bit middle-aged (so is my mum apparently) and I like to sleep a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go out, I like to get everso wet and muddy if at all possible, and then I can get lots of attention when I have to be dried with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to sit in the car for hours and hours today, while mum went into a place with a big sign, I could just see it if I stretched up and looked through the car window, it said T E S C O  I think.  After that, because I had been so good, we went and had my favourite thing in all the world - CHIPS!  I sat on mum's lap in the car and we were in a queue, and then this person in a window handed mum a bag with them in, and I barked and barked and made him jump, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because it had stopped raining, we went to the place with the big lakes and I went right in and got absolutely soaked, mum didn't 'arf shout at me, ha ha.  Anyway, she took some more photos of me with the little thing she waves around sometimes.  I try my best to concentrate, she always says biskits and then I look, but then she's never got any!  Nasty trick if you ask me.  Oh well, I usually get one when we get back in the car though, so I suppose it's not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says she's going to put lots of pictures of me on here in a gallery, whatever that is, so you will all be able to see me in all sorts of poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough for this time, I am feeling really sleepy now, it's been a long day, I haven't had a snooze for at least a couple of hours, so will say bye till next time.  Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZbTLv2ayBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcyAMDoTuUA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZbTLv2ayBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcyAMDoTuUA/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014427433900361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZbTL_2ayCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KzLADUo1URY/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZbTL_2ayCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KzLADUo1URY/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014427438195329058" 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/8205307915862852467-503489810733020999?l=emma-the-dog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/feeds/503489810733020999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205307915862852467&amp;postID=503489810733020999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/503489810733020999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205307915862852467/posts/default/503489810733020999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emma-the-dog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547287188110821017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/flicker1/smallemma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2A7Y3zkhjAI/RZbTLv2ayBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcyAMDoTuUA/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
