<?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-38876563</id><updated>2011-11-09T16:02:00.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog of Jake The Dog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-6034195086476113624</id><published>2008-12-02T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:02:29.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="450px" height="450px" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-6830540640898994379?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6830540640898994379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=6830540640898994379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/6830540640898994379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/6830540640898994379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/05/rappy-birthday.html' title='Rappy Birthday!'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-4182610926593933105</id><published>2007-03-22T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:13:30.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>Thank Dog I was sleeping in the den with my pack leader and alpha female last night. The biggest crash of thunder I ever heard woke us. I was lying at the foot of the bed, so I crawled right up between them where it was safe and warm. We all lay there a few minutes, and then another crash of thunder happened. That was when my brother Max came running in to join us! Now I have mentioned Max before: he is the escape dog. He went to sleep last night behind the gate, and somehow was now on the other side with us. When we all went to check it out, nothing was amiss, my other brother Buddy was still on the other side of the gate. Somehow Max had slipped under a space that was no more than six paws high. Yet he is the biggest of all of us. Now I have seen Buddy flatten out like that to retrieve a ball that has rolled under a bed. I really think Max has some kind of special powers. That would also explain why he thinks he should have all the treats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-4182610926593933105?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4182610926593933105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=4182610926593933105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/4182610926593933105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/4182610926593933105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/03/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-6476633660655589847</id><published>2007-03-10T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:05:43.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Treats</title><content type='html'>Ra list of top five treats as sniffed by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Popcorn (the real stuff is the best, but I can also settle for Pupcorn)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mini Bones (the personal-size rawhide bones)&lt;br /&gt;3. Carrots (again, the mini ones)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kong Stuff Peanut Butter Paste (this is what I get, but I'm sure I could make do with regular peanut butter right from the jar)&lt;br /&gt;5. almost anything else I can get my tongue on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-6476633660655589847?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6476633660655589847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=6476633660655589847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/6476633660655589847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/6476633660655589847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-five-treats.html' title='Top Five Treats'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-8777183114790875398</id><published>2007-02-26T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:06:37.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggles</title><content type='html'>Ro this morning our alpha female opened the den and my brothers and I got to join her for a little morning snuggle. Nothing better I like than curling up against my pack leaders. The best part of the day came later, when I overheard her saying that I was the best snuggler. At the risk of seeming immodest, she is right: nodog can snuggle better than me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-8777183114790875398?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8777183114790875398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=8777183114790875398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/8777183114790875398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/8777183114790875398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/02/snuggles.html' title='Snuggles'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-8615003122335375016</id><published>2007-02-25T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:27:58.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Loki</title><content type='html'>Resterday, I received two treats, one mini bone, and one chewy. In between all those I slept. All in all, it was a pretty good day. One of my brothers (I'm not certain which one, because I was in the other room sleeping) vomitted. My day was definitely better than his. But wait! Check out Loki, a legend in the canine world who recently starred in a brief &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/32953"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt;. He's the IronDog, going out there day after day and doing what he has to. I hope when I get older I'll be just like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-8615003122335375016?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8615003122335375016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=8615003122335375016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/8615003122335375016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/8615003122335375016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/02/lucky-loki.html' title='Lucky Loki'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-767742942572452834</id><published>2007-02-22T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:31:12.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Ry brother Max is an escape dog. He can get out of anything. I am one step ahead of him. I avoid being put in anything in the first place. Often I lie still, the way I learned to do in Dog Scouts if Smokey the Bear ever comes after me. Sometimes I can pretend to be asleep and not hear the command at all. But one of the best ways to keep out is by rendering myself impossible to locate. I am a stealth dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when it came time to retire, I hid under the desk of my pack leader. Then when he opened the door to get something, I slipped out and slunk to his bed. The alpha female was already there, and I joined her as if all was normal. She tried to get me to retreat, but I acted like she was a bear. Then when my pack leader came in, I snuggled comfortably between them and settled down for a long winter's snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like sleeping in the cushy den of the pack leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-767742942572452834?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/767742942572452834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=767742942572452834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/767742942572452834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/767742942572452834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-117197138440824740</id><published>2007-02-20T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:36:24.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perchance to Dream</title><content type='html'>Rell, my pack leaders were home all of Sunday, so I was kept mighty busy. There were chores to be done, and I helped out as usual. I took out the garbage (though I do that most every day) and chewed it up. I enjoy having them around, but sometimes they wear my paws to the bone. All that activity cut into my sleep time, and I had a lot to make up on Monday. And there I was, sprawled out on my couch, dreaming of the Eukanuba Championships, and just when I was mounting the podium to accept my Golden Bone, the bird started squawking and woke me up. Growl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-117197138440824740?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/117197138440824740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=117197138440824740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/117197138440824740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/117197138440824740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/02/perchance-to-dream.html' title='Perchance to Dream'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38876563.post-117139998241501440</id><published>2007-02-13T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:09:25.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6945/1280/1600/941820/BLOGDOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6945/1280/320/699672/BLOGDOG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jake, the Blog Dog.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you up to date on all the events in my sleepy world. You'll meet some of my friends, and my heroes. I might even include some recipes for dog chow. So grab your favorite bone, and enjoy.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just to get things started, I thought I'd share a self-portrait in the newest snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6945/1280/1600/391398/SNOW7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6945/1280/320/100484/SNOW7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38876563-117139998241501440?l=jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/feeds/117139998241501440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38876563&amp;postID=117139998241501440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/117139998241501440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38876563/posts/default/117139998241501440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaketheblogdog.blogspot.com/2007/02/relcome.html' title='Relcome!'/><author><name>Quillhill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZ_2kudGbbc/SlZgknTbFFI/AAAAAAAAADM/uUUju77z_Tw/S220/p7110009-grose-antique-books-with-candle-499x384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
