<?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-31667439</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:21:32.948-04:00</updated><category term='helping paws'/><category term='Puppy Mills'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='RevGalDogPals'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Bernese Mountain Dog Club of America'/><category term='Friday Five'/><category term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category term='boo-boos'/><category term='Sore Elbow'/><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Princess Pretty Paws' Guide to Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Let EVERYTHING that has breath praise the Lord!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-7519315136776504966</id><published>2008-07-24T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:38:28.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://filmaching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sisterfilms&lt;/a&gt; stopped by and asked me to play the meme where you tell seven things about yourself. I think I've done something like this, but I will give it a try because I hear she is a nice gal. Her mama met my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are seven facts about me, Molly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SIk7tPjH6mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/60mWWG2qDHk/s1600-h/Copper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SIk7tPjH6mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/60mWWG2qDHk/s200/Copper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226774490994174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I have three colors: black, white and rust. Those are the colors all Bernese Mountain Dogs are supposed to have, although every now and then, one is born that is only rust and white. Here is a picture of a famous one named Copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am particularly fond of cheeseburgers. I like them so much that when I was a puppy I took one right away from my human sister, Light Princess. Ever since then, my people call cheeseburgers "Molly burgers." (Except on Sam's birthday; then we all call them "Samburgers.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was born in Vermont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. But my breed came from Switzerland originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On Thursdays, Sam and I go to the dog park with our friend, Louise, in her magic van. It is magic because when she opens the door, our dog friends are in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When there is funder, I feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mama usually tells my Papa Bear to let me get on the bed if the funder comes at night. Last night I got scared and got on the bed, but then the funder stopped and I had a very cozy sleep between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most everyone has played this, but you may play, too, if you like. Even Fish, but please share with Whistle and Dubby, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-7519315136776504966?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7519315136776504966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=7519315136776504966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7519315136776504966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7519315136776504966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SIk7tPjH6mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/60mWWG2qDHk/s72-c/Copper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5257731371213242448</id><published>2008-06-12T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:49:41.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>All About Me-me-me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tiriacat.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-tagged.html"&gt;Tiria&lt;/a&gt; tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago:&lt;br /&gt;I was not born yet! I am only 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on today's "to do" list (it's nighttime, so this is my "been done" list):&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a good breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask my mama where Louise is?&lt;br /&gt;3. Get excited because Louise is here to take Sam and me to the dog park with our friend, Bryce!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Beauty nap&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy the breeze until it's time for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been told it's wrong to counter-surf, but I just don't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;2. Same thing with rolling in the grass where it smells most interesting...&lt;br /&gt;3. Lying down during leash walks; I'm just looking for cookies, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. I've only lived in two places.&lt;br /&gt;2. One was in Vermont, where I was born&lt;br /&gt;3. The rest of my life has been lived at this house&lt;br /&gt;4. I hope I never live anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;5. We are happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'd do if I was a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;If I were a billionaire, I would give a lot of money to the people at &lt;a href="http://www.barcinc.net/"&gt;BARC&lt;/a&gt;, who save dogs like me from puppy mills, and another lot of money to my animal friends being helped by the &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/"&gt;Humane Society of South Mississippi,&lt;/a&gt; not because there aren't other places to give money, but because those are my special interests and those animals are in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pastoral Visitor (I like visiting church people.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Guest Preacher (my mom uses my help with the children sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;3. Soloist (I sing when I go to church, Wroo wroo! And I am always in the right key; it's amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Actress (I played the one sheep in a play about the 99 sheep. I've also played myself.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ambassador Plenipotentiary--I make friends wherever I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you played this one? If you want to, please do, and let me know in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5257731371213242448?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5257731371213242448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5257731371213242448' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5257731371213242448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5257731371213242448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-about-me-me-me.html' title='All About Me-me-me!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-2071849802110317455</id><published>2008-04-25T19:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:23:14.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernese Mountain Dog Club of America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Day at the Specialty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ0Y072wYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IDZoNqKDJOk/s1600-h/Headshot+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ0Y072wYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IDZoNqKDJOk/s320/Headshot+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193341290186981762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a long ride with my mama and my human sister to a place where lots and lots of Bernese Mountain Dogs have gathered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were doing Agility, going up and down ramps and jumping through hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were pulling carts, which I hear is what we did in the Olde Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were showing how obedient they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some got to go around in a ring just for being more than seven years old!! And some got admired just for being puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are competing in Con-for-ma-tion, to see which dogs look and move the most like our breed is supposed to, or so I'm told. I saw some of those dogs. Their people got more dressed up than the rest, and those dogs looked extremely clean and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I!! My mama took me on this long car trip to meet a lady named Pat, who takes pictures of dogs like me, with her friend, Joye. They go to big gatherings and take lots of pictures, but they don't do it as a job. They do it as a gift. My mama wrote down a name on a piece of paper along with numbers, and that was a donation to the people who rescue Bernese Mountain Dogs from auctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mama what an auction is and she said to tell you it's a place that's okay for lamps and sofas and silver candlesticks, but not for animals. Our friend, Toby, who lives with &lt;a href="http://justicedesserts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Revsweet&lt;/a&gt;, got rescued by those nice people and so we gave our money to that group, &lt;a href="http://www.barcinc.net/"&gt;BARC&lt;/a&gt;. (Get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ0xk72wZI/AAAAAAAAADU/CzwvE5PgE4s/s1600-h/Sandwich+Stalker+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ0xk72wZI/AAAAAAAAADU/CzwvE5PgE4s/s320/Sandwich+Stalker+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193341715388744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all my pretty pictures were taken, Pat and Joye wanted to eat their lunches. We were still waiting for a round silver thing from the computer that had my pictures, so my mom stayed and talked with them. When I saw them eating delicious sandwiches, I realized they had forgotten ALL about my long ride in the car and how hungry I must be, so I told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wroo wroo!" I said, and I raised up and told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat said she wanted a picture of that, too, so I had to pose some more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ08U72waI/AAAAAAAAADc/x5f9gzAV5ak/s1600-h/Wroo+wroo+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ08U72waI/AAAAAAAAADc/x5f9gzAV5ak/s320/Wroo+wroo+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193341900072337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy my pictures. My mama says there are more over at her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my Papa Bear showed up and petted me for a while, but he had to go back to work. He said he'll be home soon. (Don't tell Sam I saw him, okay? He stayed home and spent the day with Louise, who takes us for walks. He had a good day, too, and our mama brought him turkey hearts that were dried up into treats. Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you like my pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ1Xk72wbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fqyz5pZmHuI/s1600-h/How+I+Look+at+my+Mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ1Xk72wbI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fqyz5pZmHuI/s320/How+I+Look+at+my+Mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193342368223773106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Here's how I look at my mama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-2071849802110317455?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2071849802110317455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=2071849802110317455' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2071849802110317455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2071849802110317455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-head-shot.html' title='My Day at the Specialty'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ0Y072wYI/AAAAAAAAADM/IDZoNqKDJOk/s72-c/Headshot+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8047661552636860448</id><published>2008-04-19T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:19:03.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts From the Sofa</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am on the sofa thinking about some things and want to tell you about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to tell you a very sad thing. My friend, &lt;a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-memoriam.html"&gt;Cub Poppy&lt;/a&gt;, could not get well in her body, and she died. My mama gets tears in her eyes when she talks about it. I know Cub's family misses her very much, because they had a lot of love together, all of them, and they still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my mama's friends says, "If dogs don't go to heaven, I want to go where they go when I die." I think it's a silly thing to worry about. Where else would dogs go? My mama always says the way to salvation is to become exactly the person God made you to be, and since dogs have a lot less trouble doing that than people do, we must be going to heaven. We don't know how to pretend the way you do, and we don't want to, anyway. We just love and get hungry and have a drink of water and tell you when it's time for a cookie; we keep it simple. We run when we see the ducks in the park, just to tell them how pretty they are. We roll in piles of dry moss that the neighbors raked, and then we shake the moss out of our coats. We enjoy ourselves. We enjoy the world. That's being real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to see a nice vet named Dr. Karen. I've known her since I was a baby puppy. She taught my mama and my Papa Bear how to take care of a puppy. I trust Dr. Karen, so even though she is sticking little poking things into me, I stand still, mostly, and I lie down until it's time to have the little poking things come out again. Dr. Karen pats me over and over again to be sure there are none left behind, but maybe she pets me a little extra because I am so soft. Petting a soft dog makes a person feel better. I hope Cub's people are petting The Boy dog at their house, and I hope they all make each other feel as better as they can feel while they are getting used to Cub being gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dream for Cub: Cub feels as light as a puppy but as wise as she was on earth, and she is meeting other dogs waiting for their humans to come some day, and she is not lonely, and she is wearing a sky-blue bandanna with fluffy clouds printed on it, because she is an angel dog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all miss her, until the day we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8047661552636860448?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8047661552636860448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8047661552636860448' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8047661552636860448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8047661552636860448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-thoughts-from-sofa.html' title='A Few Thoughts From the Sofa'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8199009111671759105</id><published>2008-01-21T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:56:36.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Elbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Saints of the Church</title><content type='html'>Dear Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went with my mama to work, because my elbow hurt too much for regular walks and my Papa Bear thought I would be bored at home. I got to go to two different churches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to our church, and we went to the office. It was very disappointing because my friend, Angela, took the day off today. We had visitors, but only Angela gives me lots and lots of cookies. Other people just give me one. I think Angela is one of the Saints of the Church, because she knows how to show love to one of God's creatures: me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama says when Angela answers the phone and greets visitors, she is doing Ministry of Hospitality. I am good at that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to a lunch meeting at another church, with a bunch of minister types. There was soup, but I only had a piece of cheese after the cheese had been sitting out and was getting a little hard around the edges. While they were all talk-talk-talking, I got sleepy. Sometimes ministers are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were several people who petted me and told me I was pretty, and my mama's friend Country Pastor sat on the floor to pet me.  I slept with my paws under his chair. He is a Saint of the Church, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have Saints in your church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about them if you want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8199009111671759105?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8199009111671759105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8199009111671759105' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8199009111671759105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8199009111671759105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/01/saints-of-church.html' title='Saints of the Church'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-9041732921023057861</id><published>2008-01-16T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:46:49.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Here is my plan for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to church with my mama on Wednesday. First we went to see the Women's Fellowship. How can women be fellows? My mama says maybe they should be the Women's Galship. One of them gave me carrot cake. She is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back in the car and drove to a different church. All the people there were ministers. They told my mama some stories about their dogs, and then they sat around a table and my mama talked for a very long time. But it was okay because she was talking about ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the usual church. It was dull. We stayed in the office a crazy long time. It was okay while my friend, Angela, was there, but after she left, I was bored, because my mama was "working," or that's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some ladies came, some of the same ladies from the morning. They went all over the church, and they took me with them! Then they packed boxes to send to service gals and guys far away in Iraq. I made sure they did a good job packing up facecloths and chapstick and microwave popcorn and other good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had a snooze in the hall while I waited for my mama's meeting with them to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day at church. Today won't be. Mama promised. Today I hope to see my Wednesday Wizards, especially George. He used to breed poodles, and he groomed me once. He is my Best.Person.at.Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today? If you're not too busy, I hope you'll remember to pray for sick animals and their mamas and papas who worry about them, especially &lt;a href="http://redheelerranch.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayers-requested.html"&gt;Amie&lt;/a&gt; who is having tests and &lt;a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cub and The Boy&lt;/a&gt;, who are hoping to stay calm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-9041732921023057861?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/9041732921023057861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=9041732921023057861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/9041732921023057861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/9041732921023057861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-3191557313994720516</id><published>2007-12-28T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:15:11.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><title type='text'>On the Fourth Day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama is on a trip to visit my blog-friend, Whistle, and his people and other animal friends on the Gulf Coast. While she's away, I have to go upstairs to use the computer. It has a really good screen, and the keyboard is MUCH easier than using the pawtop computer. I think I'll use this one all the time now. I don't understand why I couldn't go on the plane with her. I am very well-behaved, and I would think that having me around would be good for people who have fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good Christmas? There was a lot of good food at my house, including Swedish meatballs, cheese grits and finally pizza on Boxing Day. My mama says that is not a day for fighting, but an old-fashioned tradition of giving presents on the day after Christmas. Instead of giving boxes, we ordered pizza and a nice man brought it to us in boxes. While my family is eating pizza, I sit beside the dining room table and look as pretty as I can. That usually gets me some crusts, and if I'm very lucky, the rest of the pizza, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mama is away, our Papa Bear is lonely. He took us to the beach this afternoon and it was fun! Sam tried to catch the waves. Silly Dog! I looked around for people who needed company. There is always someone with lonely feet who needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people sent kind wishes when I told you about my Sore Elbow. I want you to know that my new medicine is making me feel MUCH better. I like it okay with cream cheese. I did NOT like the Pill Poppers, even though they taste like beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to visit two other dog blogs for me, okay? One belongs to &lt;a href="http://scoutdog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Scout&lt;/a&gt;, who is a new dog blogger. The other one belongs to my special friend, &lt;a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cub&lt;/a&gt;. Please read her blog and keep her in your prayers, okay? She blessed me, and I want to bless her, too. I'm sorry she has to go to the doctor so much, and I hope they are taking good care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-3191557313994720516?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3191557313994720516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=3191557313994720516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3191557313994720516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3191557313994720516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-fourth-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the Fourth Day of Christmas'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8115587568059713249</id><published>2007-12-02T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:51:04.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Elbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Mills'/><title type='text'>Writing with One Paw</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been typing because my elbow has been bothering me. It's hard to type with one paw. Tonight I am dictating to my mama, and she is typing my words for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to the vet to have my teeth cleaned. They gave me sleepy medicine, and I did fine with that, and now my teeth are beautiful! But they also took some pictures of my elbows, and Dr. K said it was no wonder I have been holding up my left paw, because the arthur-ities in my left elbow is pretty bad, worse than in my right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama says that when I was a puppy, before I had surgery, that was the worst one then, too.&lt;br /&gt;So Dr. K said I should take some new medicine. I hate it! It comes in little pills, and since I am not a little dog, I have to take a lot of them, three at a time, two times a day. Sometimes I get a special cookie after, but Dr. K also says I can't have so many cookies, because I weigh too many pounds. I think that is a very rude topic of conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my elbow feels pretty bad, but my mama says it will probably take a few more days for the medicine to really make me feel better. And if it doesn't she will call the vets and ask what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like peanut butter, but I wonder if my mama could put cream cheese on my pills? She says that sounds like a good idea! We'll try it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the most important thing I want to tell you. Some people who let their dogs have puppies don't stop to think about stuff like arthur-ities. They just want to sell puppies, so they don't get their mama and daddy dogs checked for problems like mine. Those people are mean! I am glad to be alive, but I hate to think of other puppies and dogs having pains like mine. It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your people are thinking of getting a purebred puppy, please tell them to talk to my mama first. And don't go to a pet store! The puppies there came from puppy mills, and every time you buy a puppy at a pet store, it just makes the puppy millers want to sell more. They are greedy. They don't think about the dogs, or how long the will live in little cages. Please, please think about it before you get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama and Papa Bear did not know the right things to do when they looked for a puppy, and my mama says they learned the hard way, but they aren't sorry I came to live with them, just sorry my elbow hurts so much. We all love each other. If you are a dog or a cat, I'm sure your people love you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8115587568059713249?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8115587568059713249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8115587568059713249' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8115587568059713249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8115587568059713249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing-with-one-paw.html' title='Writing with One Paw'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1789804099685360360</id><published>2007-11-16T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:31:43.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Think About These Things Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rz3f1urF8aI/AAAAAAAAACw/NOF4-um8ws0/s1600-h/joe%28s%29+pic+of+Molly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rz3f1urF8aI/AAAAAAAAACw/NOF4-um8ws0/s320/joe%28s%29+pic+of+Molly+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133505264427069858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/set_free/"&gt;My mama&lt;/a&gt; posted this at &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-five-think-about-these-things.html"&gt;RevGalBlogPals&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.&lt;/span&gt; (Philippians 4:8, NRSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, it's nearly Thanksgiving in the U.S. and it's the time of year when we are pressed to name things for which we are thankful. I want to offer a twist on the usual lists and use Paul's letter to the church at Philippi as a model. Name five things that are true, honorable, just, pure, pleasing, commendable, excellent or worthy of praise. These could be people, organizations, acts, ideas, works of art, pieces of music--whatever comes to mind for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Clearly, &lt;a href="http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/"&gt;Molly the Blogging Dog&lt;/a&gt; belongs on such a list. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://writingasjoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;jo(e)&lt;/a&gt; for the great picture of Molly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, it's a meme about me!! (I had a &lt;a href="http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogger-meet-up.html"&gt;really good time with jo(e)&lt;/a&gt; when she came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) True is a word I like, and it's what I try to always be. Being a dog, I don't have trouble being true to myself, but I have also learned from my brother, Sam, that being true to your own family matters. He is a very loyal dog. He likes our people better than all other people, except maybe Louise, who takes us for walks. He loves her a lot. Sam is true to Louise and to us. I appreciate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Excellent is when we are walking in the woods, and I am feeling hot, and right close by I find cool, cool water to drink. Sometimes I even lie down! My mama and Papa Bear don't always like it that I lie down, but they understand how hot I get and that I need to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Worthy of praise is church. I really love going to church. The people are very, very friendly. Some of them sing, and I like to sing along. That is how I praise God! Wroo wroo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Pleasing is when people are petting me and telling me I am pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Honorable and commendable are the people and groups who take care of animals who don't have homes. One of those groups is down in Mississippi, where my friend, Sister, lives with all her cats: Andy, &lt;a href="http://catzandbestof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whistle&lt;/a&gt;, Fish and Dubby. I am a member of the &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/"&gt;Humane Society of South Mississippi&lt;/a&gt;. They even send me mail! You can &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/help/"&gt;join&lt;/a&gt;, too. There is also a group that rescues dogs like me from puppy mills and auctions. You can read about them &lt;a href="http://www.barcinc.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can even see pictures of the dogs they rescued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play this meme, too, and I hope you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1789804099685360360?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1789804099685360360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1789804099685360360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1789804099685360360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1789804099685360360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-five-think-about-these-things.html' title='Friday Five: Think About These Things Edition'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rz3f1urF8aI/AAAAAAAAACw/NOF4-um8ws0/s72-c/joe%28s%29+pic+of+Molly+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6383283199068067187</id><published>2007-11-02T15:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:36:00.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Blogger Meet-Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Ryt7VECTsCI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C4heW2k34k/s1600-h/visit+with+jo%28e%29+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Ryt7VECTsCI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C4heW2k34k/s320/visit+with+jo%28e%29+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128328202482331682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to meet a world-famous blogger, &lt;a href="http://writingasjoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;jo(e)&lt;/a&gt;! Even though she is a cat person, she seemed to enjoy touring City By the Sea with my mom and Sam and me. We went to all the places with the best views. We smelled the sea air. We took pictures of sailboats and lighthouses and each other! We walked around until I was too tired to do anything but lie down, and jo(e) took my picture then, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice German man took pictures of Sam and me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture here is one my mom took at Not Quite Lands End Beach. I stood still for at least a second to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope jo(e) will come to see me again some time. Also, I can't wait to see the pictures she took of me. She wants you to think I was nekkid, but I swear I kept my coat on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-6383283199068067187?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6383283199068067187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6383283199068067187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6383283199068067187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6383283199068067187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogger-meet-up.html' title='Blogger Meet-Up!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Ryt7VECTsCI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C4heW2k34k/s72-c/visit+with+jo%28e%29+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-3290196453041003305</id><published>2007-10-26T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:43:16.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today my mom told me I had mail! I was so excited! She brought the card out to the backyard, where I was playing with Sam and our cousin dog, Luna. It had my name on the front, and our address, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside was a note from my good friend, Sister, who lives on the Gulf Coast with my mom's friend, St. Casserole and a lot of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister doesn't like funder either! She agrees with me that funder is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have a friend far away. She is my Paw Pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves here are crunchy. The weather is called "fall" because the leaves are falling down. It's fun to kick them around on a sunny day in the yard with Sam and Luna. I hope you are having a good day, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-3290196453041003305?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3290196453041003305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=3290196453041003305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3290196453041003305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3290196453041003305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5478300962091136563</id><published>2007-10-12T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:17:41.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: The B-I-B-L-E</title><content type='html'>It's time for Friday Five! Mother Laura asked some questions about the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your earliest memory of encountering a biblical text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's easy! My mama took me to church to illustrate one! I was just getting ready to take my Canine Good Citizen test and the lesson for that week had something about distractions in it. I went into church for the Children's Time and my mama talked about distractions and how that is part of the CGC test and part of the life of faith, too. People liked me, and they understood my mama's message better after watching me do some of my tricks, even though I was in church. I kept my eyes on my mama and showed my eye contact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that there are "alternate" translations, and "the sin that distracts" was in one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, who for the sake of the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt; (Hebrews 12:1-2, NRSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I get distracted sometimes and want to run off, and it must be even harder for people, since they aren't as good as dogs, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite biblical translation, and why? (You might have a few for different purposes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the RDSV (RevDog Standard Version).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite book of the Bible? Your favorite verse/passage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story about a lady who tells Jesus that even the dogs under the table get the children's crumbs. I like that idea. I get the children's crumbs a lot, and even their leftovers. It makes me sad that some children don't have enough to eat. That lady was smart, and she helped Jesus think about who he was here to talk to and love, which is everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which book of the Bible do you consider, in Luther's famous words about James, to be "an epistle of straw?" Which verse(s) make you want to scream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to discuss the great canine theologian, Martin Wroofer, who once said, "Wroo wroo! Too many rules in Leviticus! Listen to Jesus: love God, love others and love yourself. And don't forget to love dogs, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Inclusive language in biblical translation and liturgical proclamation: for, against, or neutral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should always include all the creatures. Don't forget the dogs. Or the cats. When I was scared of the No Fun-derstorm last night, I got on the bed with my mama and Baby the cat, and Baby didn't bother me at all, and I didn't bother her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Back to the Psalms--which one best speaks the prayer of your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing, so I love the psalms, especially the rejoicing ones! Even when my elbow hurts, which is a lot lately, I try to stay happy. If you're ever feeling glum, just read Psalm 150. It says, "Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!" And I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll play, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5478300962091136563?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5478300962091136563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5478300962091136563' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5478300962091136563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5478300962091136563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-five-b-i-b-l-e.html' title='Friday Five: The B-I-B-L-E'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6038891399430781004</id><published>2007-10-10T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:04:46.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo-boos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Five Questions!</title><content type='html'>Hi, friends! I'm back from my dog-blog-battical. My elbow has been bovvering me, and I didn't feel like typing, but now I have new medicine and feel much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions came from &lt;a href="http://cubpoppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cub&lt;/a&gt;, my friend in a Big Hot State. (By the way, Cub, that was Sam standing on the snow. I was down below in that picture, just the top of my head showed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are a Ministry Dog. What is your favorite kind of ministry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking this one! I enjoy Ministry of Visitation with older folks, and Ministry of Canine Education with the children, and I enjoy Ministry of Worship, especially when I get to be in a drama at church. But I think my favorite is Ministry of Coffee Hour. Sometimes they have sandwiches, and once I even got cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Like me, you have a dog brother. But you also have human boys and a human girl. What's that like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human boys and girl LOVE me!! My girl watches TV with me. My boys scoot over and let me get on their beds when I hear FUNder, which I call NO-Funder. Sometimes they walk me. I like it when the Oldest walks me, because he lets me do all my bad tricks and can't stop me. Heeheehee... I miss them, but my mom says they will be home for Thanksgiving, which is the most delicious holiday of all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the floor slippery at your church? Some places in my church it is, and I slide all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our new church, a lot of the floors have carpets. I like them because they are flat and worn down and easy to walk on for me. Even the Molly-vator has a carpet! The Vestry floor is slippery, so I have to be more careful there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Same question I asked the other dogs: What is one secret of a blissful life that you'd like to share with your thumb-havers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look for the best in everyone, including yourself, and be sure to appreciate those good parts. If you love yourself and love other people, that's a good way to love God, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Frosty Paws: ever had them? If yes, share your opinion; if no, do you plan on trying them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had them, but once I had some vanilla soft serve ice cream with dog cookies, and it made me very sick. I lost a lot of weight. (I gained it back, sadly.) So I'm not allowed to have ice cream things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my five questions. If you want me to ask you some, leave a comment underneath here, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-6038891399430781004?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6038891399430781004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6038891399430781004' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6038891399430781004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6038891399430781004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-questions.html' title='Five Questions!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1017467686630206117</id><published>2007-09-21T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:50:52.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Hello, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me, Molly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been resting on the couch after a ramble in the woods this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's all the latest news from my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both our boys went away to school. Our mama closed the door to their room, so I can't go upstairs. She says it's not because of me. It's because of our cat, Baby, who pees on things. I would NEVER pee on things in the house. That is just not nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Papa Bear went away, too, but Mama says he will be back in six weeks, and it's already been one week, almost, so that makes five weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am good at math.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our girl is in 7th grade. When she comes home in the afternoon she likes to watch Naruto. I like that show! We sit on the couch together and watch after she does her homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Mama has been walking all summer, so now she likes to go for fast walks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer slow ambles around the neighborhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Especially since it suddenly turned into summer again. I have a fur coat, and I get hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam has allergies, so he has to take pink pills to stop scratching. He barks everytime someone walks by our house, and when cars go by, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Old Man Cat went away, and Mama says she doesn't think he is coming back. That makes her cry. I say there's no telling cats what to do, but if I could, I would have told him to leave a note.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How are things at your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1017467686630206117?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1017467686630206117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1017467686630206117' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1017467686630206117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1017467686630206117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-7271562390701397128</id><published>2007-08-17T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:16:14.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Word Association, Redux</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends! It's me, Molly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for a long time. First of all, it was hot here, and I didn't feel like doing much but resting and keeping cool. Then our pawtop computer wouldn't work, and I am not allowed to use my Papa Bear's, so I had to wait until it was fixed again. Then my Mom had to take it to work. Surely you see my difficulties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, ready to play the Friday Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below you will find five words. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem or a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. vineyard -- My Papa Bear has a t-shirt that says Martha's Vineyard. He wore it the night he met my Mom. She says it is very special, and now he only wears it about once a year. The rest of the time it stays in his dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. root -- In the spring, when I go out in our yard, I smell things under the earth. I try to dig and find them. My mom says they are roots, and she asks me to stop digging, so our young trees in the backyard can grow up and give me more shade. That seems like a good reason, so I try to stop. But sometimes a girl just has to dig, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. rescue -- Rescue people are the kindest in the world! I belong to a special group that rescues dogs and cats and puppies and kittens. Sometimes they send my mail about their good work. They are &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/"&gt;The Humane Society of South Mississippi&lt;/a&gt;. My friend St. Casserole helped me to join because she heard I was upset about the animals who lost their homes and families in Hurricane Katrina. It's easy for the rest of the world to forget, but people on the Gulf Coast are still trying to rebuild, and that makes life hard for their pets. I hope you all give something, somewhere, to help animals who don't have homes! I have a t-shirt, too, from HSSM. Thanks, St. Casserole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. perseverance -- I had to ask my Mom about that word. She says it means sticking with something even when you don't feel like it because it's really hard work. I think it means giving your people a paw poke, gently, when they forget to pet you or give you their pizza crusts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. divided -- Sam and I are divided from the cats at our house. The cats DO NOT like us. I bet if I met Littleman Kitty or Whistle and Fish they would like me. I hope they would. A house divided against itself cannot stand, and I am afraid if the cats don't learn to like me, our house will fall down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my word associations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-7271562390701397128?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7271562390701397128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=7271562390701397128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7271562390701397128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7271562390701397128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-five-word-association-redux.html' title='Friday Five: Word Association, Redux'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-878892239483510019</id><published>2007-07-06T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:47:01.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Hasty Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As posted by &lt;a href="http://reverendmother.org/"&gt;reverendmother&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-five-hasty-edition.html"&gt;RevGalBlogPals&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, what are you:&lt;/p&gt;1. Wearing -- a lovely tricolor fur coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Reading -- Greyfriars Bobby (the dialect is a little hard to understand, but I'm enjoying it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Eating -- Merrick dog food, it's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Doing -- blogging with my Mom in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Pondering -- wondering whether I wouldn't be better off in the attic, since I think I hear Funder!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-878892239483510019?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/878892239483510019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=878892239483510019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/878892239483510019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/878892239483510019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-five-hasty-edition.html' title='Friday Five: Hasty Edition'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6882099664832340256</id><published>2007-07-03T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:00:31.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><title type='text'>Sad Tonight</title><content type='html'>My mom's &lt;a href="http://preacherbloggerorprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2007/07/nonfiction.html"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;is hurt. Mom loves the dog at their house a lot, so I am praying for my RevGalDogPal. I wish people could be as loyal as dogs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-6882099664832340256?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6882099664832340256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6882099664832340256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6882099664832340256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6882099664832340256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-tonight.html' title='Sad Tonight'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8292502176006031339</id><published>2007-06-30T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:16:10.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True!</title><content type='html'>Hello, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday I said I wanted to make better friends with cats?&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately, I've been going upstairs early in the morning to see if I can get some snuggles before Sam takes them all. My Papa Bear has been boosting me on to the big bed, and I get to snuggle between Papa Bear and my Mom. Sometimes Baby the Cat is there, but she usually hides behind my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Today she walked right over to me! I made friends with a cat!!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;P.S. She smells very, very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8292502176006031339?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8292502176006031339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8292502176006031339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8292502176006031339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8292502176006031339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8913272680918617265</id><published>2007-06-29T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:40:38.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><title type='text'>Friday 5, Gifts and Talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-5-gifts-and-talents.html"&gt;RevGalBlogPals&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sallysjourney.typepad.com/sallys_journey/"&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt; writes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our Circuit (Methodist) is having a "Gifts and talents day" tomorrow- we have a minister visiting from another circuit who has modified the Myers Briggs personality test and added a few things of his own to run a day where we get to look at ourselves in the light of giftings and of the whole church. The idea is to encourage everyone with the news that there is room for you in the ministry of the church- and perhaps to discover where that ministry might be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be an interesting day, and one where I hope people will leave feeling encouraged and challenged...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So with gifts and talents in mind here is todays Friday 5;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Personality tests; love them or hate them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only important personality test is the one I give to everybody I meet: it's the Molly Berner Temperament Index. The three possible results are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Likes me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't know what's good for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Would you describe yourself as practical, creative, intellectual or a mixture ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am highly intellectual and creative about getting my people to serve my practical needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. It is said that everyone has their 15 minutes of fame; have you had yours yet? If so what was it, if not dream away what would you like it to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not famous? But I'm on the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. If you were given a 2 year sabbatical ( oh the dream of it) to create something would it be music, literature, art.....something completely different...share your dream with us...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My whole life is a sabbatical. Come on over to the couch, and let's have a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Describe a talent you would like to develop, but that seems completely beyond you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to be able to make better friends with my cats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about you? What talent would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8913272680918617265?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8913272680918617265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8913272680918617265' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8913272680918617265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8913272680918617265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-5-gifts-and-talents.html' title='Friday 5, Gifts and Talents'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-353067835621060410</id><published>2007-06-23T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:21:02.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><title type='text'>Five Things I Dig About Jesus</title><content type='html'>Rosie and Jenny tagged me to do a meme about Jesus. They want to know five things I dig about Jesus. I had to ask my Mom what that means, because I know about Jesus and I know about digging, but I thought digging was in the backyard, when I smell the roots starting to move under the ground. She explained that this kind of "dig" means like a lot and think is cool. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus loved everybody, even people who nobody else liked. That's how I feel about people, too, and I love being like Jesus that way. I always say hello to everybody and try to make them feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus told a lot of stories. I tell a lot of stories, too! Wroo Wroo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom says this list is not just about me. She says think of something that is different from me. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got one. Jesus liked walking from place to place so he could talk to as many people as possible. He didn't wait for people to give him a ride. He used his own feet. (I prefer the car.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jesus loved the little children, back when people didn't make a fuss over them. That is sweet. I love little children, too. (I can't help it, Mom, I really can't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jesus told people to love each other. That's the most important thing there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dig about Jesus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-353067835621060410?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/353067835621060410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=353067835621060410' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/353067835621060410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/353067835621060410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/06/five-things-i-dig-about-jesus.html' title='Five Things I Dig About Jesus'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5324725324371175999</id><published>2007-06-13T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:24:17.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>8 Things About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RnCX5E_VMqI/AAAAAAAAACM/KbRnM_Anipo/s1600-h/swissmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RnCX5E_VMqI/AAAAAAAAACM/KbRnM_Anipo/s320/swissmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075723786894258850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;My friend, &lt;a href="http://radioactivecats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seeker&lt;/a&gt;, asked me to play a game and tell you eight random facts about me. So, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a BERNESE Mountain Dog. I am not a Burmese anything, but lots of people say it that way. My ancestors came from the Bernese Oberland in Switzerland, and I am proud to be a Mountain Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to look pretty, and I don't mind going to the groomer, but I hate it when my Mom brushes me. It's not as much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time I meet a Chow, those dogs with the purple tongues, they want to play with me, especially the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother, Sam, is very jealous when I play with Chows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We have three cats at our house, and not one of them will let me sniff his or her bottom. I swear, all I want to do is sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a weakness for Dog Nip. Sometimes I just have to roll in it. Life's too short not to. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love going to church almost more than anything, especially going in the big church when the choir is practicing and I can sing along. Wroo Wroo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RnCZAU_VMrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zie1dGbwAYU/s1600-h/Molly+after+hip+surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RnCZAU_VMrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zie1dGbwAYU/s320/Molly+after+hip+surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075725010959938226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. When I was a puppy, I had operations on one hip and both elbows and they had to shave a lot of my fur off, and I didn't like it one single bit. I looked silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's a picture of me after my hip surgery, with one of my human brothers. We're both more grown up now. Don't tell him I used this picture, okay? I really liked that pretty bed, but when Sam was a puppy, he peed on it, more than once, so my mom threw the inside part away. She's always saying she'll get a new one to use with the pretty cover, but she never does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to tag except Whistle and Cub. Will you play? If any of my commenters would like to play on their human's blogs, that would be great, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5324725324371175999?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5324725324371175999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5324725324371175999' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5324725324371175999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5324725324371175999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/06/8-things-about-me.html' title='8 Things About Me!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RnCX5E_VMqI/AAAAAAAAACM/KbRnM_Anipo/s72-c/swissmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5303872880608957303</id><published>2007-06-06T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:14:57.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><title type='text'>Not Fun</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they call them Funderstorms. They are not FUN!!! Whenever I feel the thunder coming, I want to run away! I pant and pant, and no one can make me feel better. I feel all electric inside. I go to higher ground. My mom says I could work for the National Weather Service. She also says higher ground is a good him, but I don't know what she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had big funderstorms, and they came right at dinnertime, and I could not eat in my usual spot because I was too upset. My human sister brought my dish upstairs, and when the storm got quieter, I could eat my supper, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like funderstorms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5303872880608957303?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5303872880608957303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5303872880608957303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5303872880608957303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5303872880608957303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-fun.html' title='Not Fun'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5472679469064135433</id><published>2007-05-28T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:30:47.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My World and Welcome to It'/><title type='text'>A New Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/518385758/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/252/518385758_ceed5500b5_m.jpg" alt="Molly at the top of the stairs" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new tree in my yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/518385858/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/518385858_e7ca0b2cb7_m.jpg" alt="The new tree!" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Papa Bear dug up the stump where my favorite bush used to be, and then he and Mom planted a pretty new tree. It doesn't have much shade yet, and Sam peed on it. I told him to stop it. But he just did it again. Papa said Sam was christening the tree. I object!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/518385808/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/245/518385808_4759c333a2_t.jpg" alt="No more overgrown shrubs" height="75" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/518385828/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/518385828_1234a93631_t.jpg" alt="on either side of the front door" height="75" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Papa Bear is digging up stumps in the front yard, too. It all looks strange. I don't know if I will like it. Mom says we will get some new shrubs, but I have a feeling I won't be able to fit under them when I get free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99268756@N00/518385838/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/518385838_81466af6d1_m.jpg" alt="Yardwork is tiring" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yardwork is tiring, I'm going to have a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening in your yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you click on the pictures, you can see them bigger at Flickr my mom says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5472679469064135433?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5472679469064135433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5472679469064135433' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5472679469064135433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5472679469064135433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-tree.html' title='A New Tree'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/252/518385758_ceed5500b5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-4406169820438336389</id><published>2007-05-18T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:46:09.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Big Event Edition</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/set_free/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the major purpose for forming a non-profit, &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/01/revgalblogpals-inc.html"&gt;RevGalBlogPals, Inc.&lt;/a&gt;, was to be able to attract grant support for a large scale RevGalBlogPal meetup? My dream from the beginning has been attracting financial support that would allow as many of our bloggers to be together as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGBP, Inc. now has a planning committee, and we are in the early stages of planning the RevGalBlogPal Big Event. What, When, Where and Who are all on the table at the moment. In that spirit, I bring you the Big Event Friday Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What would the meeting be like? (Continuing Ed? Retreat? Outside Speakers? Interest Groups? Workshops? Hot Stone Massages? Pedicures? Glorified Slumber Party?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wroo wroo! I like Interest Groups. Are those like Playgroups? Would there be separate rooms for RevGalDogPals and RevGalCatPals? Or could I finally get to meet Whistle and Littleman Kitty? Could we have a special group for Therapy Dogs? And will you paint my toenails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When in 2008 might you be able to attend? January? Shortly after Easter? Summer? Fall? Some other time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calendar is wide open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where would your dream meeting location be? (Urban Hotel? Rural Retreat Center? New England Camp? Southwestern Fantasy Hotel? Far away from civilization? Nearby Outlets or Really Great Thrift Stores?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it needs to be at a pet-friendly resort. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who would make a great keynote speaker? (That's if #1 leads us in that direction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to say! Pick me, pick me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I leave out something you want to suggest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The most important thing on the menu: Milkbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream big for the Big Event!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-4406169820438336389?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4406169820438336389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=4406169820438336389' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/4406169820438336389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/4406169820438336389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-five-big-event-edition.html' title='Friday Five: Big Event Edition'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6932610511381247163</id><published>2007-05-04T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:47:30.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As posted by my &lt;a href="http://revsongbird.typepad.com/set_free"&gt;Mom &lt;/a&gt;at &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-five-its-my-party.html"&gt;RevGalBlogPals&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us these five things about parties, birthday or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you rather be the host or the guest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to go to parties as a guest. I LOVE it when people come to my house, too! But I suppose I prefer getting out and socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you are hosting, do you clean everything up the minute the guests go home? Will you accept help with the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just let Sam lick the dishes after I nibble on the tastiest leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you had the wherewithal, and I guess I mean more than money, to throw a great theme party, what would the theme be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Mom has her Hobbit party, I will be there with Sam, because we both have Hobbit names for our fancy names. I'm Songbird's Merry May Gamgee, and he is Rosier's Loyal Samwise Gamgee. We already have the hairy feet!!!! And we love a party, and we love to eat. So we're all set. (May Gamgee is a real sister of Samwise. My mom found her name in the Ap-pen-dix; she told me so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the worst time you ever had at a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have a bad time at a party? I guess the only bad time I had was a Thanksgiving dinner where I had to go back to the car. It made me sad. Another dog was there, and he thought I was big and scary. He loves me now. We just had to get to know each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And to end on a brighter note, what was the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any party with Pizza!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play, too! And leave me a note if you stop by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-6932610511381247163?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6932610511381247163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6932610511381247163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6932610511381247163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6932610511381247163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-posted-by-my-mom-at-revgalblogpals.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-7849347029867215543</id><published>2007-04-27T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:39:58.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: What are You...</title><content type='html'>1. Wearing -- a beautiful tri-color fur coat! It's a little warm for summer, but it's awfully pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pondering -- why do the cats run when I just want to play with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading -- "All Creatures Great and Small" I like it a lot. It's my favorite hymn, too. Did you know there's a verse about Berners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;The loving, noble Berner,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;With coat rust, black and white,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Is our beloved companion,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Whose spirit brings us light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My mom wrote it for a Berner Blessing service.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dreaming -- of legs that don't ever hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating -- this morning I had venison stew, yummy!! Also, cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-7849347029867215543?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7849347029867215543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=7849347029867215543' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7849347029867215543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/7849347029867215543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-five-what-are-you.html' title='Friday Five: What are You...'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1335613191370214544</id><published>2007-04-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:42:19.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RevGalDogPals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Surprised By Joy</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends! I haven't been blogging lately because my arthur-ities have been bothering me. I'm not an old dog, you know; I'm only 5! But I've had arthur-ities since I was a puppy girl in my hips and my elbows. Now I have it in my right wrist, too, and since I'm right-pawed, I didn't feel like typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today I am feeling good! So I am playing the &lt;a href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-five-surprised-by-joy.html"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell us about five people, places, or things that have brought surprising, healing joy into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mom says the place I came from had people who didn't really care about good health for dogs; then she told me she couldn't have asked for a sweeter dog with a better nature, and she hugged and kissed me. That is Joy # 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RikIL1z8U2I/AAAAAAAAACE/KrUxg8MBg7g/s1600-h/snow+bent+bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RikIL1z8U2I/AAAAAAAAACE/KrUxg8MBg7g/s320/snow+bent+bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055581056216617826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) When I'm feeling sore, and I can't go for a walk, I like to lie under my bush in the backyard. The snow hurt my bush, and my mom said we're going to have to cut it down, but she promised I could have a new one. That is Joy #2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I like Winter best, because if you have a big fur coat like mine, the Summer is too hot, and even Spring, too, sometimes. But, in the Spring, I can smell something in the earth that I want to find, so I dig and dig until the roots of things show, and I can smell them even better! That is Joy #3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RikHzFz8U1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QXFSus5hKqQ/s1600-h/beefmarrow150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RikHzFz8U1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QXFSus5hKqQ/s320/beefmarrow150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055580631014855506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Sometimes on gloomy days, my mom gives me a marrow bone! I love them!! That is Joy #4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Even though she says it's time to leave the dog park, my mom always lets me wrassle with Sam for five more minutes! That is Joy #5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you feel joyful? Write and tell me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1335613191370214544?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1335613191370214544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1335613191370214544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1335613191370214544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1335613191370214544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-five-surprised-by-joy.html' title='Friday Five: Surprised By Joy'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RikIL1z8U2I/AAAAAAAAACE/KrUxg8MBg7g/s72-c/snow+bent+bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5480452703189467036</id><published>2007-03-23T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:57:30.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Rivers in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For this Friday Five, name five practices, activities, people or _____ (feel free to fill in something I may be forgetting) that for you are rivers in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I really love to meet new people. I like dogs, but I love people even more. Most people love me, too, unless they are just afraid of big dogs. I tell them, "You should see my brother at home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Milkbones are the best treat ever! I would do almost anything for a Milkbone. My mom calls them "doggie crack," but I'm not sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The smell of cat food in the air, either being put down for the cat or freshly thrown-up by one of our cats. I can smell it anywhere in the house, and I feel it's my job to go and clean it up as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sitting in my chair in the living room. I like to hang out with my people in the evening, when they are watching TV. Sometimes the kids try to get my chair, and sometimes I might let one of them, but I prefer to sit in it and be with all of them. They can lie on the floor. It won't hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to the vet. The people there all know me, and when I have an owie they make it better. I have had lots of owies in my life. My joints are not very good. When I was still a puppy I had two kinds of surgery, one for a hip, and one for both elbows. Today the vet (her name is Dr. Molly, isn't that high-larious?) told my mom I have arthritis in one of my wrists, too, so I am going to take a bigger dose of my medicine every day and see if that helps. My mom loves me a lot, and so does my dad, even if he is grumpy sometimes when I lie down during a walk. But now he will have to let me because Dr. Molly said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your rivers in the desert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5480452703189467036?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5480452703189467036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5480452703189467036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5480452703189467036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5480452703189467036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-five-rivers-in-desert.html' title='Friday Five: Rivers in the Desert'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-5656471166531760830</id><published>2007-03-03T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:04:29.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Snow Day Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rel_ksSPhiI/AAAAAAAAABg/AcvGbYy4I6o/s1600-h/Big+Snow+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rel_ksSPhiI/AAAAAAAAABg/AcvGbYy4I6o/s320/Big+Snow+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037697926530303522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday it snowed a lot! Then it turned to rain. I thought it might be different in the front yard, but it wasn't. My mom stood in the rain with Sam and me for a while, and we watched our human brother shovel. It was NOT fun. I got very wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But earlier it was okay. The new snow got really high on top of the old snow, so high Sam could look over the fence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That big mound on the fence is a rug. One of the cats peed on it. I guess it's going to the trash someday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when our mom saw Sam standing up so high, she called him, "Sam! Sam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RemAFsSPhjI/AAAAAAAAABo/_o-9K-epPJg/s1600-h/Big+Snow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RemAFsSPhjI/AAAAAAAAABo/_o-9K-epPJg/s320/Big+Snow+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037698493465986610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He listened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why he does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't. Not when I'm in the backyard having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to do in the snow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-5656471166531760830?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5656471166531760830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=5656471166531760830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5656471166531760830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/5656471166531760830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/03/snow-day-pictures.html' title='Snow Day Pictures'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rel_ksSPhiI/AAAAAAAAABg/AcvGbYy4I6o/s72-c/Big+Snow+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8451519542526580257</id><published>2007-02-27T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:05:05.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/ReS1sVWTH0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ks-yYNoxMGQ/s1600-h/Molly+at+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/ReS1sVWTH0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ks-yYNoxMGQ/s320/Molly+at+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036350056556601154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I turned five years old! My mom says it is amazing that a girl who had hip and elbow surgery when she was still a pup can have so much fun at 5. I think she is very silly. Fun is all about attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to the dog park. It was sunny and the snow was crunchy and I told everyone there it was a special day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WROO WROO!!! I said. WROO WROO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for dinner I got my favorite treat. My mom took me to McDonald's, to the drive-thru, and we got Molly Burgers. We call them that because once when I was a puppy I took one right off my human sister's plate before she could stop me. They are DELICIOUS!!! (But hold the pickles, and definitely hold the onions. I don't want BAD BREATH on my birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me giving my mom a paw in our kitchen. I wish you could all come and visit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8451519542526580257?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8451519542526580257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8451519542526580257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8451519542526580257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8451519542526580257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/ReS1sVWTH0I/AAAAAAAAABU/ks-yYNoxMGQ/s72-c/Molly+at+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-3144047036926620578</id><published>2007-02-23T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:38:33.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo-boos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I have a little problem with snow. I really, really love it! It is so exciting to run on the snow! I love the cold air; it makes me feel like a puppy again!!&lt;br /&gt;But I hurt my toe on Wednesday, and then I wrenched my leg on Thursday, and today I made my toenail bleed again.&lt;br /&gt;That is NO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it stopped right away, and my sore leg was fine today. Also, my mom took me to the dog food store this afternoon, and I finally got a Greenie. It was delicious! Then she read Riley's comment and now I can't ever have another one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I get a lot of treats, so I can't complain too much. (Don't tell my mom I said that, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on Tuesday. I will be 5 years old. I hope I get a cheeseburger, because that's my favorite thing, and my mom and dad call them Mollyburgers, because once I took one away from my human sister, just took it right out of her hand, because cheeseburgers are VERY EXCITING!!! Even for grown-up dogs who are turning 5.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you might like to know these things,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-3144047036926620578?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3144047036926620578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=3144047036926620578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3144047036926620578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/3144047036926620578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1266801853181921137</id><published>2007-02-21T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:04:36.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo-boos'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;Today I tore off one of my toenails on my front left foot. It hurt!!! There was blood (not too much), and my mom said she felt faint or something.&lt;br /&gt;My human brother used to work at the vet's office, and he cleaned my boo-boo. He had to give me a little foot hair trim, which I DID NOT LIKE, but he was gentle.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am wearing a bandage and a sock. I got the first bandage off, but my mom (who did not faint after all) put on another one, and then the sock.&lt;br /&gt;The sock FEELS ridiculous and looks FOOLISH!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the vet in the morning and tell them what I think about it. This boo-boo totally ruined my fun time at the park, running around in the snow with Sam and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not so happily,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1266801853181921137?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1266801853181921137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1266801853181921137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1266801853181921137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1266801853181921137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8739799618025598837</id><published>2007-02-17T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:43:06.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>What I Did on Friday</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I FINALLY got to go to church again. We took a long ride in the car, with a stop for donut holes, thank you very much. Then we pulled into a vaguely familiar parking lot, and when my Mom let me out, I sang, "Wroo wroo! I'm here!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me I was not Ethel Merman, and this was not Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in the door and got in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;I probably mentioned to you before how much I love elevators.&lt;br /&gt;My new friend Long Hair Lady was there in the office, and she heard me singing as soon as the elevator doors opened!&lt;br /&gt;When I got thirsty after all the cookies they gave me, my Mom emptied the pretty bowl on her desk that has person treats, and took me over to the ladies room and filled it with water. I like to drink from a pretty bowl.&lt;br /&gt;We had a visit from a nice man, and I very politely took a nap while he was talking to my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I get bored when my Mom is working on the computer, but I keep an ear out in case we have other visitors. Whenever anyone comes to the door, Mom gets up and I give a paw, and someone gives me a cookie. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went to the hospital, but I had to wait in the car. Then we drove back to our town. I could hear my mom talking to Whistle's mom on the phone; they were making each other laugh, but I didn't get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;When we were almost home, Mom drove by the dog park, and she even turned in, but she told me there was a guy in the shelter there drinking from a bottle in a brown paper bag, so we had to go home instead of playing. Quelle disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn't know I could speak French.&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to today?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8739799618025598837?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8739799618025598837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8739799618025598837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8739799618025598837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8739799618025598837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-did-on-friday.html' title='What I Did on Friday'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-2492955398843407132</id><published>2007-02-06T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:08:49.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Did you hear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RckzZMrpzuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ufsN7dd7p3w/s1600-h/Purple+Hat+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RckzZMrpzuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ufsN7dd7p3w/s320/Purple+Hat+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028606966929936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you hear the news? We finally got some snow here, for heaven's sake! It fell on Saturday. I am really, really enjoying it. That's a picture of me in the backyard in the early, early morning, which is why it looks sort of blue. I was running, because snow is fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to lie on the snow. Sometimes my mom comes to the back door and says, "Molly, are you stuck to the snow?" But she is smiling, and I know she isn't really worried at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sam and I took a walk with our Papa Bear and our mom and our human girl. We drove to a neighborhood in our town that is right next to some really nice woods, and we took a circle trail. Sam and I were very busy, because there was a lot of pee-mail to read all along the path. We didn't go up on the ridge because our mom was COOOLLLD! Then we came home and had supper, and then we told our Papa Bear we needed *more* supper! It's cold outside! We need extra fuel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we told our mom we needed her dinner, too. She always gives us what we want. We got some leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sleep, because tomorrow we're going out in the snow again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-2492955398843407132?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2492955398843407132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=2492955398843407132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2492955398843407132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2492955398843407132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-you-hear.html' title='Did you hear?'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RckzZMrpzuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ufsN7dd7p3w/s72-c/Purple+Hat+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6666570980295384548</id><published>2007-02-02T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:27:38.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a RevGalDogPal, so I'm playing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-five-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html"&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is a given in life, yet it's not easy for any of us. So strap on your seat belts and let's talk about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Share, if you wish, the biggest change you experienced this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam and I used to go to doggie day care at a really nice place. Then it had to stop having so many dogs come, because the neighbors complained or something. I don't know why anybody would complain about dogs! It's ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, we were sad to stop going, or at least I was, because everybody there loved me and I got to put my paws up on the counter and open the treat jar with my nose, and they all thought I was super-smart and very pretty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, they had lots of woods for running and I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT, then our mom called a really nice lady who takes dogs for walks and to the dog park, and now when we need help, she comes over. Sam loves her more than anyone, and I like her a lot, too, but more when we go to the dog park. I'm not into the leash walking. Would you like me to walk you on a leash? I'm just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk about a time you changed your mind about something, important or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Sam came to live here, I didn't like him. But he got better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bishop John Shelby Spong wrote a controversial book called "Why Christianity Must Change or Die." Setting aside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; ideas--what kind of changes would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like to see in the Church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;More churches that welcome dogs. And I am sure Cousin Jack would agree! He told me I was pretty when he came to visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Also, more churches that welcome everybody. I love everybody, and I'm sure God does, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RcNz7crpztI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9hg5CS_SRks/s1600-h/Molly+runs%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RcNz7crpztI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9hg5CS_SRks/s320/Molly+runs%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026989074224369362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Have you changed your hairstyle/hair color in the last five years? If so, how many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am almost five years old. First I lost my puppy fluff. Then I had to be shaved for hip surgery and then for elbow surgery, and then I got a crazy-short haircut to even it all up. That was not my best look. Now I keep my coat long and full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's a picture when I had my puppy fluff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What WERE they thinking with that New Coke thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't care as long as they don't change the Milk Bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kits and pups, join in and play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-6666570980295384548?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6666570980295384548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6666570980295384548' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6666570980295384548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6666570980295384548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-five-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Friday Five: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RcNz7crpztI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9hg5CS_SRks/s72-c/Molly+runs%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-2177754445809197728</id><published>2007-01-30T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:39:58.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping paws'/><title type='text'>My Animal Friends Far Away</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about my animal friends far away on the Gulf Coast.  My mom's friend, St. Casserole, gave me a special present, and I am a member of the &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/"&gt;Humane Society of South Mississippi&lt;/a&gt;. They send me letters in the mail, and I think about the animals who lost their homes, and I feel sad for them. Some animals got lost, and lots of new baby kittens and puppies were born, and since their people didn't have houses anymore, the animals went to the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rb_gLiwHf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/842GfVq18WA/s1600-h/stuffies+tiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rb_gLiwHf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/842GfVq18WA/s320/stuffies+tiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025982198080569250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While my mom was visiting St. Casserole and Whistle and Fish and Andy and Sister the Dog, St. Casserole started making &lt;a href="http://stcasseroleblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-proud-of-our-local-animal.html"&gt;Stuffies&lt;/a&gt;. You can see them in the picture. But if you click on the word &lt;a href="http://stcasseroleblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-proud-of-our-local-animal.html"&gt;Stuffies&lt;/a&gt;, you can read more about them. If you or your mom or dad will &lt;a href="http://hssm.org/help/"&gt;make a donation&lt;/a&gt; to the Humane Society of South Mississippi, then send an e-mail to &lt;a href="mailto:revlapin@aol.com"&gt;St. Casserole&lt;/a&gt;, she will send you a special stuffie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rb_k5iwHf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/z0aj8kixk0s/s1600-h/Purple+Cat+Stuffie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rb_k5iwHf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/z0aj8kixk0s/s320/Purple+Cat+Stuffie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025987386401062834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have one! She is a purple kitty with a big blue smile, and she is sitting on our mantelpiece. I would never chew her; she is too special.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will go and visit &lt;a href="http://stcasseroleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;St. Casserole&lt;/a&gt;. She is Whistle's mom, and &lt;a href="http://catzandbestof.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whistle is a blogger&lt;/a&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sam says he can't believe how good I am at making links!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-2177754445809197728?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2177754445809197728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=2177754445809197728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2177754445809197728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2177754445809197728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-animal-friends-far-away.html' title='My Animal Friends Far Away'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/Rb_gLiwHf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/842GfVq18WA/s72-c/stuffies+tiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1667963416899464291</id><published>2007-01-26T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:24:14.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Renewal</title><content type='html'>My mom says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this  week that looks unlikely to hold a complete day off, I am pondering renewal.  List four ways you like to relax or give yourself a break. Then name a fifth,  something you've never been able to do, a self-care dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I'm usually pretty relaxed. But here are some of my favorite activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Snoozing in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Riding in the car, especially when we drive through at the donut store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Visiting the coffee shop with my mom when she has a meeting. They give out cookies! Then all the people come over and pet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Eating a cheeseburger. It doesn't happen often enough, but when it does, YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dream of a renewing thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take myself for a walk and go wherever I want. I promise I would be careful crossing the street. There are lots of people out there just waiting to meet me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I would like to go to Mississippi and ride on a truck with the volunteers. I bet they need a ministry dog there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you feel refreshed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1667963416899464291?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1667963416899464291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1667963416899464291' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1667963416899464291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1667963416899464291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-five-renewal.html' title='Friday Five: Renewal'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-2555534195228616762</id><published>2007-01-25T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:50:29.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Wroo wroo! I had an exciting day today!&lt;br /&gt;This morning after breakfast, I was relaxing in the living room when I heard my mom say, "Molly, would you like to go to church?"&lt;br /&gt;Would I? You bet! I jumped up!! She put my leash on, and we were off! We stopped at the coffee place and she got me a munchkin! I was really happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we started driving. It was a long, long drive, not like our old church.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we went in a strange door, and then we got in the elevator. I love elevators! Every dog should have a room with automatic doors to carry her around the building!!&lt;br /&gt;In the office I met a pretty young woman with long hair who helps my mom with her work. She gave me cookies and petted me. Then another lady came in to visit. When all the visits were over and my mom said, "No more cookies, Molly," I decided to lie down on the rug and wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;Next we took a ride to a lady's house where other ladies were making crafts and having lunch. I sat in the car for a while, but I also got to go in and say hello. They liked me! But they wouldn't let me eat the cat food.&lt;br /&gt;After that was the best part of the day. I met a new friend, Sandy the Brittany Spaniel. She is 8 years old, but she is as much fun as a puppy!!! We played with her stuffed animals and ran around in the snow in her backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had another long ride. My mom got out of the car twice, once for coffee and another time for books or something.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got home and I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Wroo Wroo!!! Where's my dinner?&lt;br /&gt;I got dinner *and* seconds--delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Now I must close, for it is time to rest on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-2555534195228616762?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2555534195228616762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=2555534195228616762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2555534195228616762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2555534195228616762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-8944744079749642116</id><published>2007-01-23T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:46:24.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>I knew it! I'm Royalty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellspacing="8"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/minicrest.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt; Her Royal Highness Molly the Rustic of Burton-le-Coggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/peculiartitle.php"&gt;Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats and Dogs, you can play, too! What is your title?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-8944744079749642116?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8944744079749642116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=8944744079749642116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8944744079749642116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/8944744079749642116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-knew-it-im-royalty.html' title='I knew it! I&apos;m Royalty!'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-6535603271583104890</id><published>2007-01-22T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:03:23.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Dinner Al Fresco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RbWHvSwHf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ObYQlZiFJn0/s1600-h/Winter+Dogs+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RbWHvSwHf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ObYQlZiFJn0/s320/Winter+Dogs+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023070205958913922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's me! Molly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got some snow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to play, and I didn't want to come inside again. So I said, "Woof!" And my mom is smart, and she speaks Woofage, and she told my Papa Bear that I was asking to eat my supper outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did! It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RbWI4SwHf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/wsbJ-IqkG08/s1600-h/Winter+Dogs+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RbWI4SwHf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/wsbJ-IqkG08/s320/Winter+Dogs+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023071460089364370" 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/31667439-6535603271583104890?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6535603271583104890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=6535603271583104890' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6535603271583104890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/6535603271583104890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/dinner-al-fresco.html' title='Dinner Al Fresco'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/RbWHvSwHf4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ObYQlZiFJn0/s72-c/Winter+Dogs+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-2624704578208689936</id><published>2007-01-19T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:38:58.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Badda Bing Badda Boom Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        It's been a very full, busy week. Here's the F5, short and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The questions are simple, the answers unlimited. Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who = Me! I'm Molly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What = Bernese Mountain Dog, Ministry Dog, Friend of Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When = Oh, I don't care, stop by anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where = You'll find me in the living room, curled up in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why = You have to ask? To bring dog cookies, of course! And to pet me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats and Dogs, leave me a comment and you can play, too! Get your people to do linking, though, because it's hard without thumbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-2624704578208689936?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2624704578208689936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=2624704578208689936' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2624704578208689936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/2624704578208689936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/badda-bing-badda-boom-friday-five.html' title='Badda Bing Badda Boom Friday Five'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1909385650002539233</id><published>2007-01-18T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:28:56.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>A New Church</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;The other day I got in the car with my Papa Bear and the two big boys from our house.  We left Sam at home. I was excited! A trip for me! Without Sam! That usually means church.&lt;br /&gt;Sam, you see, doesn't like crowds. He likes woods and stuff. I am the dog who likes all the people.&lt;br /&gt;So we got in the car, and it was very crowded. Usually I ride in the front seat with my Papa Bear, and I can lie down on the seat and ride like a Princess because he makes it flat. Then Sam sits up in the back. But on this ride I had to share the BACK SEAT with our oldest boy, the one who goes away for a long time, then comes back and drinks all the milk, my mom says.&lt;br /&gt;We drove for a long time. Finally, we got somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;I had never, ever been there before. There was a big white building, though, and I know what those are! Lots of them are churches!!&lt;br /&gt;Church is the place where lots of people get together and pet me. Sure, they do other stuff, too. They stand up and sit down, they talk and sing. They drink coffee! But I find that petting me is one of people's favorite things to do. It makes them smile!&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to the new church, and we went up some stairs and through two big doors, and then some more doors and I was so excited I sang, "Wroo wroo!"&lt;br /&gt;And I looked up and saw my mom, and she was standing up high and smiling and she said, "My family is here!" And everyone smiled and laughed!!! And I said "Wroo wroo!!"&lt;br /&gt;Later all the children petted me, and then I went to mom's car for a while, and then I got to go to the party after church. They had some really good-looking sandwiches, but I didn't get any. I stood up as tall as I know how, but that didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;At our old church, some ladies used to bring dog cookies in their pocketbooks, just for me. I need to teach these new ladies to bring cookies, too.&lt;br /&gt;How are things with you? Do you ever go to church?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1909385650002539233?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1909385650002539233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1909385650002539233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1909385650002539233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1909385650002539233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-church.html' title='A New Church'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-1512853124064090445</id><published>2007-01-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:06:49.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally let me have a blog!&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you all about our new church, but it's late. I'll get back to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-1512853124064090445?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1512853124064090445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=1512853124064090445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1512853124064090445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/1512853124064090445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31667439.post-115387973662101262</id><published>2006-07-25T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:13:55.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Molly in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/739/3441/1600/Avatar%20Molly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/739/3441/320/Avatar%20Molly.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31667439-115387973662101262?l=princessprettypaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115387973662101262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31667439&amp;postID=115387973662101262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/115387973662101262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31667439/posts/default/115387973662101262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessprettypaws.blogspot.com/2006/07/molly-in-snow.html' title='Molly in the Snow'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K53ZCH-xHzs/SBJ2NU72wcI/AAAAAAAAADs/0f_l_9UaFO4/S220/Headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
