<?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-34704143</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:53:43.381-06:00</updated><category term='4th'/><category term='bath'/><category term='Jasmine'/><category term='sad'/><category term='crate'/><category term='New Year&apos;s'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='outside'/><category term='beach'/><category term='sand'/><category term='Kewaunee'/><category term='winter'/><category term='hose'/><category term='ACD'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='Kohler Andrae State Park'/><category term='water'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='mess'/><category term='Door County'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='firecrackers'/><category term='GotchaDay'/><category term='rabbit'/><category term='Australian cattle dog'/><category term='weather'/><category term='female'/><category term='walk'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='needle'/><category term='waves'/><category term='scary noises'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='raccoon'/><category term='lakefront'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='safe'/><category term='Algoma'/><category term='dog'/><category term='smells'/><category term='danger'/><category term='thirsty'/><category term='toys'/><category term='pop'/><category term='grass'/><category term='cattledog'/><category term='rain'/><category term='chase'/><category term='food'/><category term='brokenglass'/><category term='LakeMichigan'/><category term='fear'/><category term='jumping'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Jasmine's Tails</title><subtitle type='html'>don't worry, be happy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-8649137354722414502</id><published>2009-02-14T09:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:40:28.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohler Andrae State Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian cattle dog'/><title type='text'>Winter's almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SZbkT5eBhhI/AAAAAAAAABg/y1W4ETvQA3Q/s1600-h/jazz-on-driveway-1-29-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SZbkT5eBhhI/AAAAAAAAABg/y1W4ETvQA3Q/s320/jazz-on-driveway-1-29-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302676641770735122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I'll get to go to Kohler-Andrae State Park soon.  It's been a long time.  Sometimes, I think we are driving there, but we are just going to Walmart or Wendy's.  Darn it.  I miss walking on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it snowed a little bit.  The sidewalks and driveways were all clear of snow and I was even getting some grass back, but now all I see is snow.  Mom says we only got about an inch, though, so it probably won't last too long.  Mom says she is ready for flowers. Do I tell her it's only February?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m ready for spring.  That's enough with the snow for now.  I do like rolling in it, though, and getting my snout all full of snow.  Mom always laughs at me.  Also, I'd like the snow to melt around the mugho pine, because I know that rabbits hide under there and it's fun to flush them out.  They run so fast to the neighbor's yard.  I don't usually chase them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with warmer weather, someone will get me to the park.  I needs me a park fix.  Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-8649137354722414502?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8649137354722414502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=8649137354722414502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/8649137354722414502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/8649137354722414502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2009/02/winters-almost-over.html' title='Winter&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SZbkT5eBhhI/AAAAAAAAABg/y1W4ETvQA3Q/s72-c/jazz-on-driveway-1-29-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-8012416786783552304</id><published>2008-07-27T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:31:47.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohler Andrae State Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian cattle dog'/><title type='text'>Walk at Kohler Andrae State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07F7BmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f79oRHl1hZI/s1600-h/Jazz-rolls-on-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07F7BmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f79oRHl1hZI/s320/Jazz-rolls-on-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227899715376812354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the beach yesterday, at Kohler-Andrae State Parkdf, where we've been taking Jasmine, since the fireworks trauma, of the beginning of the month!  It's her fireworks-free zone and she has really appreciated that! We've enjoyed lots of sunset light, since we usually go in the evening.  This time, we wanted to shake things up a bit, so we went around 11am, yesterday.  The sun is sure a lot brighter!  LOL!  Jasmine loved wading in the water and rolling in the sand.  We even met up with another family that had an Australian cattle dog, named Tina.  They even recognized Jasmine, from a picture on Google Images, of a previous visit to the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07Na5youI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XEeQjAD17OE/s1600-h/jazz-in-grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07Na5youI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XEeQjAD17OE/s320/jazz-in-grass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227899844193067746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the boardwalk, over the sand dunes, there was so much grass.  It was like being on a prarie.  You'd never know we were so close to the beach. Jasmine appears to be enjoying this, also.  She was standing there, just sniffing the breeze. Doesn't she look happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07WFjhZtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SGT-Fv2Xrzk/s1600-h/jazz-hot-after-walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07WFjhZtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SGT-Fv2Xrzk/s320/jazz-hot-after-walk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227899993081341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Jasmine, after our walk. For some odd reason, my car wouldn't start, and we had to wait for Gary to come.  We really should bring our cellphones along, but we'd forgotten.  When Gary got there, my car fired right up.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the shade with Jasmine.  She was panting so hard, but it did ease up a little, as she cooled off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little princess, goes crazy, when we prepare to go to the park.  She knows that the Flexi leash is the special "park" leash.  I like it, because it gives her more freedom, than a regular leash.  She ends up getting twice the walk, since she walks out to the end and then comes back again.  I'm so glad we have such a special place, so close to our house!  It's definitely worth the price of the park stickers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-8012416786783552304?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8012416786783552304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=8012416786783552304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/8012416786783552304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/8012416786783552304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-at-kohler-andrae-state-park.html' title='Walk at Kohler Andrae State Park'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/SI07F7BmkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f79oRHl1hZI/s72-c/Jazz-rolls-on-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-77967155587035040</id><published>2008-07-07T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:17:17.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firecrackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>I don't like firecrackers</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a tough coupla weeks.  It started on June 21st, that I heard someone setting off firecrackers in their yard.  I ran as fast as I could, to the door, for someone to let me in.  Then, as it got closer to the 4th, I heard them more and more and more, to the point, where I refused to go potty outside and refused to go for walks.  After all, it's scary out there?  Don't you know the sky is falling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I started going inside the house, but then the fireworks started going off inside the house, because mom and dad were mad about me pottying in the living room.  They even got some ACE tranquilizer medicine, but I still wouldn't go outside, or if I did, all I would do is struggle and pull with all my might, until someone gave up and just let me back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's quieter outside, so I'm back to doing my business outside and mom isn't giving me the medicine anymore.  Mom hates this part of 4th of July. We don't set off any of our own fireworks, because they are dangerous and I get freaked out enough with everyone else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-77967155587035040?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/77967155587035040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=77967155587035040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/77967155587035040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/77967155587035040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-like-firecrackers.html' title='I don&apos;t like firecrackers'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-2455058663389655727</id><published>2008-06-25T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:58:24.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenglass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safe'/><title type='text'>Beware of broken glass</title><content type='html'>My mom had just come home from work and my oldest sis was trying to get taco fixins' out of the fridge for mom to have a snack, when there was a big noise and a big mess!  A bowl of pudding had fallen out of the fridge and broken.  It's a good thing that I didn't have my nose right up by the fridge, because I could have gotten killed!  LOL!  (not really.)  I was at the other end of the kitchen and my mom put me in my crate quickly, and locked one of the latches.  She said she didn't want me to hurt my paws trying to walk through glass.  Mom got a little annoyed that right after she got home from work, she had to clean up a big mess.  She says to tell you that Anchor Hocking bowls break into a bazillion little pieces!  After the glass and pudding was pretty much swept up, she made my oldest sis mop the pudding messes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beware of things that are precariously placed, in the refrigerator!  They could be damaging to human feet and doggie paws!   My oldest sis, who was by the fridge when it happened sustained 3 small cuts on her feet and ankles, from the glass, too.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was glad my crate was right there in the kitchen, so she could keep me safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-2455058663389655727?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2455058663389655727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=2455058663389655727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2455058663389655727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2455058663389655727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2008/06/beware-of-broken-glass.html' title='Beware of broken glass'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-7373149347544228116</id><published>2008-03-15T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:44:52.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie dough on the floor?</title><content type='html'>Mom was making cookies and even though she was trying hard not to make a mess, she inevitably makes a mess anyway.  It was a bounty for a bored dog, looking for a snack!  LOL!  Don't worry, these were only small pieces of dough!  Not even enough for one cookie!  I was sure keeping an eye on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What joy, what bliss!  The grass is showing again!  I've also noticed that my paws don't get so cold outside anymore, either! I'm so happy to be able to do my business, on the grass again!  That path near the garage was getting so icy, that mom and I don't want to walk there, anymore.  We are both afraid of falling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor keeps coming over to chop our ice.  Mom and Dad were sick with bronchitis this week, so they were too sick to do it, and it was driving the neighbor nuts!  LOL!  Today, mom went out and shoveled the ice chunks off the street.  I had to be a good dog and stay on the sidewalk, while she was in the street, while I'm trying not to be bombarded by ice chunks.  Really, though, mom was being quite careful around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmer weather and more sunlight is a good thing!  Maybe it means we can get to Kohler Andrae State Park, sometime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-7373149347544228116?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7373149347544228116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=7373149347544228116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7373149347544228116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7373149347544228116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/cookie-dough-on-floor.html' title='Cookie dough on the floor?'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-7157576172140558587</id><published>2007-12-27T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:52:18.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><title type='text'>My crate is naked</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad.  I'm stuck laying on the hard plastic tray in my crate, because mom decided my crate pads and sleeping bag, needed washing. It seems I had dragged a lot of stuff in there, like butter wrappers and fruit bowls, so I could clean them off.  In turn, I made my "room" rather messy!  So, sadly, my stuff is downstairs in the washing machine.  I don't think it's ever coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Emily are making cookie frosting and I keep barking at them.  Mom isn't sure why. I think they're disturbing my nap.  Oh yeah, my crate is naked, so I can't sleep anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-7157576172140558587?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7157576172140558587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=7157576172140558587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7157576172140558587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7157576172140558587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-crate-is-naked.html' title='My crate is naked'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-2234737763160747569</id><published>2007-10-28T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:09:44.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>My family, especially mom, was gone too much today. Mom had to sing, so she was mostly gone at church today.  Then they ate lunch and were home for a little while.  Before too long, they were all leaving me in the house again, because they had to go to Oshkosh to visit Sarah and listen to some stupid concert.  Did anyone give the dog special attention?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they came home, though, and I was happy. Mom had some restaurant leftovers and shared with me.  That was good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mom will be around more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-2234737763160747569?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2234737763160747569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=2234737763160747569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2234737763160747569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2234737763160747569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-1419457442211037206</id><published>2007-08-27T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:55:23.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohler Andrae State Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smells'/><title type='text'>Healing nicely</title><content type='html'>My little owie is all healed up now and the fur is growing back nicely.  You would have to look closely now, to see that I'd had anything done. I should have mom take an update picture.  The other night I got to take a walk at Kohler Andrae State Park. That was so fun.  Although, I didn't get to go in the water.  Mom said there were yellow signs around, so she didn't think the water was safe.  Once I tried to pull mommy down by the water, though.  Otherwise, there were too many other smells to attract my attention, especially poop that other people chose not to pick up.  Mom sure didn't like that.  She brought along a plastic bag to pick up mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-1419457442211037206?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1419457442211037206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=1419457442211037206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/1419457442211037206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/1419457442211037206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/healing-nicely.html' title='Healing nicely'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-5626847632302075589</id><published>2007-07-28T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:26:57.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattledog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rqt8CkRmX5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5iqG_QoKZo/s1600-h/jazz-surg-7-27-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rqt8CkRmX5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5iqG_QoKZo/s320/jazz-surg-7-27-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092300187211554706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to have surgery yesterday.  It seems a long time ago, I must have rolled on a sewing needle, or something.  When I was at the vet, about 2 weeks ago, mom asked them to scan my microchip and it was in the right place and still working.  So, the funny hard bump on my L side, had to be something else.  I got dropped off at the vet's office around 8am and got to go home, around 2pm. The vet removed a sewing needle, from near my ribs. He thinks I must have rolled on it, somehow. After the surgery, mom said I was Jasmine-turned-down-a-notch, because I was so mellow from the sedation and the anesthesia.  She said today I'm much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard Thursday night, because they couldn't let me eat, after 6pm.  I'm used to my bedtime snacks and I wasn't happy!  On Friday, after the surgery, then I could eat again and I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was driving mom crazy, because I needed to pee every few minutes.  Fortunately, by bedtime, that was better.  She even talked to the on-call vet, but she thought it was just from all the IV fluid I must have been given, during surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-5626847632302075589?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5626847632302075589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=5626847632302075589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5626847632302075589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5626847632302075589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/07/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rqt8CkRmX5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5iqG_QoKZo/s72-c/jazz-surg-7-27-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-2145625488742503200</id><published>2007-07-15T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:24:07.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattledog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakefront'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LakeMichigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohler Andrae State Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waves'/><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rppy-XYvAaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yCTokvHwypM/s1600-h/beach2-7-14-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rppy-XYvAaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yCTokvHwypM/s320/beach2-7-14-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087505144823611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to my favorite place last night, Kohler Andrae State Park. I love walking on the beach and Sarah always takes really cute pictures of me! There are always many different smells to inspect, too.  From the amount of footprints on the beach, it looked like it had been a busy day for humans and pets, alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rppyq3YvAZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tzv-2NQsFd8/s1600-h/beach7-14-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rppyq3YvAZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tzv-2NQsFd8/s320/beach7-14-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087504809816162706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's what it looks like, when I first get to the park.  Just let me get to the water and don't get in my way!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was glad that I didn't roll in anything stinky last night, since she just gave me a bath on Tuesday, July 10th!  She said my face was stinky.  I thought I was just being a dog!  I was a good dog, too, because I hopped into the tub, without having to be bribed with a treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-2145625488742503200?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2145625488742503200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=2145625488742503200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2145625488742503200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2145625488742503200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/07/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/Rppy-XYvAaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yCTokvHwypM/s72-c/beach2-7-14-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-3888139594900694107</id><published>2007-06-12T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:36:41.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I haven't forgotten about that hose!</title><content type='html'>So, mom thought she was smart, getting me ALL wet, with the hose about a month ago! I used to like getting drinks from the hose, but now I don't trust mommy.  I swear she is going to get me all wet again.  No more hose drinks for me.  I'll take my baths in the warm bathtub, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, all these people came to our house.  Sarah was running around in a funny outfit, with a hard hat and everyone was taking pictures.  There was cake, and everything.  I remembered, for the most part, not to jump on people, but I did need some reminders.  I didn't think it was fair, that the dog got put in the crate, when the food was around.  Wasn't that the best part?  With all those new people in the house, don't you think someone would have given me a treat?  Anyway, mom called it a grad-i-ashun.  She said Sarah won't go to school in Sheboygan, anymore.  Hmph, and how come I didn't get my picture taken, with the grad in her costume?  Aren't I a member of the family, too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-3888139594900694107?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3888139594900694107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=3888139594900694107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/3888139594900694107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/3888139594900694107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-havent-forgotten-about-that-hose.html' title='I haven&apos;t forgotten about that hose!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-2786668017235452775</id><published>2007-05-13T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:05:40.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kewaunee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Door County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirsty'/><title type='text'>An Outside Bath</title><content type='html'>What will they think of next?  Yesterday, I took a walk with my grandma, mom, and 2 sisters.  I found something in a ditch that smelled really good and I rolled in it, a long time because it smelled so good, despite everyone's efforts to get me to stop!  When we got home, Mom realized I stunk really bad and that had to be fixed.  I still can't believe she washed me outside, with cold water!  Brrrr!  Then I had to rub against the bushes outside, instead of Grandma's nice couches.  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they went out to eat, after the bath, I got stuck in the crate, to dry off!  Fortunately, by the time they got back from eating and watching the sunset, I was dry enough to be out of the crate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the way home, my family stopped at the gas station, in Algoma, which is right by the lake!  I always get to go potty there and I always know what city we are in, no matter if we are coming or going!  Everyone stopped to get a drink, but did anyone ask the dog?  So, I try to get drinks, from my sister's drinks, but they don't let me.  So, we stop at the next city down from Algoma, so they can give me a drink.  I had to drink from a bottle, since no one brought a bowl for me!  Sheesh, what is with my family?  Did they forget the had a dog?  After the drink, I was much happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-2786668017235452775?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2786668017235452775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=2786668017235452775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2786668017235452775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2786668017235452775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/05/outside-bath.html' title='An Outside Bath'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-5772991257342270537</id><published>2007-04-25T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:00:29.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattledog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GotchaDay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>My 3rd Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/RjAjpcaDFpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FKxRjO35qjw/s1600-h/jazz-4-15-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/RjAjpcaDFpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FKxRjO35qjw/s320/jazz-4-15-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057581576444122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a box, full of replacement squeakies for the intelligence toys, that I have.  (Iqube, Hide-a-squirrel, Cagey Cube)  I love the toys, but I guess my big teeth are a bit hard on the squeakers!  (Oops!)  It's my favorite thing, to make my squeakers squeak and I don't like the toys so much, if they don't make noise, so every now and then, mom buys me replacement parts, for those toys!  So, I was wondering if it was Christmas, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they took me to the fancy pet store and got me some fancy treats.  I didn't get to eat them yet.  It was kind of cold to go outside and to dark in the house, to take pictures.  Maybe tomorrow.  I hope I get them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom says I've been with the family, for 3 years now and that's why I got all the presents!  Mom's friends think that she has a pretty spoiled puppy!  LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-5772991257342270537?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5772991257342270537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=5772991257342270537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5772991257342270537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5772991257342270537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-3rd-gotcha-day.html' title='My 3rd Gotcha Day'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zK67fDde_-Y/RjAjpcaDFpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FKxRjO35qjw/s72-c/jazz-4-15-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-1850554726112791299</id><published>2007-04-15T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:33:47.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary noises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><title type='text'>Loud Popping Noises</title><content type='html'>My neighbors were out on their driveway, with company.  Mom said they were having a fire.  Then the fire made a popping noise.  I was so freaked out, I couldn't go potty.  Mom just didn't understand and got so mad at me.  She even kept the bedroom door closed all night, so I wouldn't go potty on the living room carpeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, mom had to drag me outside, with the leash on, because I still thought I would hear a popping noise. Then later on, she thought to bring a dried sausage treat outside with her, and I can't resist those, so out I went.  I was still creeping around, like I was scared to be outside, though.  It's gotten better, as the day goes on, and I haven't heard anymore popping noises.  Mom also noticed that when going outside meant a car-ride, I wasn't scared at all!  It's just when I have to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is worried about when firecrackers start, at the end of June, in preparation for 4th of July.  I can be enjoying myself, and then when one of those makes a popping noise, I head right for the door.  Nothing scares me inside my house!  Mom thinks it's going to be a long summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-1850554726112791299?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1850554726112791299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=1850554726112791299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/1850554726112791299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/1850554726112791299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/04/loud-popping-noises.html' title='Loud Popping Noises'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-7164585577657880353</id><published>2007-03-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:28:33.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raccoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Hackles</title><content type='html'>Mom was just saying the other day, that I don't show my hackles very often. I like barking at other dogs, but usually don't feel threatened by them.  Well, the neighbor thinks we have too many wild critters in our neighborhood, so he likes to trap the raccoons and take them out to the woods.  Mom thinks the raccoons he moves, are just replaced by new ones and that it's kind of futile to keep catching them and moving them, but that's another topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom sees me make a bigger circle out in the yard, than I usually do.  My head was down in stalking mode and she also saw hackles of fur, up on my back. So, she comes down to see what is under the tree.  She thought it was a big ol' raccoon all scrunched up in the small Hav-a-heart trap.  Poor thing had no room to move.  So, that was the reason for the hackles.  She has no idea if raccoons make any noises, because that one was quiet, even though we were looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.  I do know how to get my hackles up! Oh yeah, she wants you to know that the next time we were outside, the neighbor had taken the trap and gone somewhere with it, so the raccoon wasn't scrunched up all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-7164585577657880353?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7164585577657880353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=7164585577657880353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7164585577657880353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/7164585577657880353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/03/hackles.html' title='Hackles'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-6247676282010746886</id><published>2007-02-26T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:51:51.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of snow</title><content type='html'>We got lots of snow over the weekend and I got to spend lots of time outside, helping mommy shovel. I helped by distracting her with my red ball, which I found by myself, in the garage! I was so happy when they threw it for me! I got to play with my jolly ball a long time, too. It was so much fun playing outside, in all that new snow, even if some of it came up to my belly! The kids were playing outside, too, and taking pictures and videos of me playing in the snow. I was glad when it was time to go back into the warm house, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a dog being walked, across the street and I didn't run out to the street to meet him. Mom was so proud of me! I knew it was Rascal, the bichon frise who lives across the street, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just waiting for the phone to ring, so I can go back into the car. It means mom has to go pick up the kids from the sledding hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the videos of me playing in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/f9fc37b2.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/MVI_1253.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-6247676282010746886?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6247676282010746886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=6247676282010746886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/6247676282010746886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/6247676282010746886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/02/lots-of-snow.html' title='Lots of snow'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-2390659551782002299</id><published>2007-01-01T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:43:32.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I had a good Christmas! I got a big bag of compressed rawhides, a &lt;a href="http://www.dogtoys.com/loofadogtoys.html"&gt;cool loofa plush toy&lt;/a&gt;, and a stuffed moose, that also squeaks. I have been playing with the loofa toy the most. Although, today, I was most entertained by pulling out some of the stuffing. I don't think this toy is going to last too much longer! LOL!  I also got a 4-pronged thingie that looks like tennis ball material.  I was chewing on that, today.  I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I had such a good New Year's Eve, though. I got left alone while everyone else went to a party. Didn't they know I wanted to party, too? Oh well. They came home eventually, but then wanted to go to bed. I fell asleep, right next to mommy. She has been working so much and then did some roadtrips for shopping, that I have been feeling rather neglected lately. I think she said they were staying home today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-2390659551782002299?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2390659551782002299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=2390659551782002299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2390659551782002299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/2390659551782002299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-5558847203417313638</id><published>2006-12-22T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:51:36.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><title type='text'>Rainy morning</title><content type='html'>It was raining so hard, this morning, when mom took me outside to do my business.  Twice I told her it was crazy to be outside and ran back to the door, but mom was persistent.  Couldn't she see it was raining?  So, I made her happy, got soaking wet, and went to the bathroom.  Phew.  Then she let me back into the house.  I hope it doesn't rain all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-5558847203417313638?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5558847203417313638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=5558847203417313638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5558847203417313638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/5558847203417313638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2006/12/rainy-morning.html' title='Rainy morning'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-116175012759549845</id><published>2006-10-24T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:28:46.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those darn rabbits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Those darn rabbits! They hide under the big bush, in the front yard. I know they're in there, because I can smell them. I think mommy thinks I'm nuts sometimes, because she can never see the rabbits, when she peeks inside the bush. She only knows they're there, because once in a while, I flush them out, and get to chase them! That's sooo fun. I never catch the rabbits, because they are very fast. I just make them switch bushes. That mugho pine, must be warm and cozy to hang out in. Me, I would rather sleep on mommy's bed, where it's nice and warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sarah were looking at pictures tonight. I heard mom ask Sarah if 9-6-06 was the last time I took a bath. Why do they take pictures of everything, even my baths? Shoot, I don't want a bath. Mom has been noticing that my fur isn't as fluffy as it should be. Ugh. I suppose I need a bath soon. Mom gave me a mini bath last week. had a stinky back end and she had to wash my butt. How humiliating! She didn't have time to wash my whole body, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the neighbor kids came over. They threw my balls for me, and I ran and got them, for the kids. Never mind that my family tries to throw the balls, and I don't care. I had to show off for the kids! They're so cute and pay lots of attention to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-116175012759549845?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116175012759549845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=116175012759549845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/116175012759549845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/116175012759549845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-darn-rabbits.html' title='Those darn rabbits!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-115880287158382336</id><published>2006-09-20T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:41:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Rides</title><content type='html'>Woo I got a lot of car rides today. Those are the best. My family went to this apple orchard to pick up some apples. They left me at home ugh. But the best thing was when they came home. Apparently there are goats, donkeys, and cats there to pet. So many scents on their hands!!!! It was great. But then they washed their hands, and left to go eat b/c Emily had to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been told we are going to Door County on october 6th. I'm excited. :P I always get lots of walks up there. Those are sooo fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-115880287158382336?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115880287158382336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=115880287158382336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/115880287158382336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/115880287158382336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2006/09/car-rides.html' title='Car Rides'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34704143.post-115870024679000091</id><published>2006-09-19T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:10:46.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I decided to start up a blog today. :) I got the idea from my cousin's new doggy, Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't done much today but I really want to go to the beach again. I don't care if it gets too cold out. Thats my favorite place. I especially like to walk in the water. But I don't really care for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy its getting coooler though. I have black fur and that doesn't help much when the sun is beating down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully I will have more exciting things to write about later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34704143-115870024679000091?l=jazzersthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115870024679000091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34704143&amp;postID=115870024679000091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/115870024679000091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34704143/posts/default/115870024679000091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzersthedog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08247644627501146300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/amsun/Avatars/blogger-avie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
