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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>536</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1361499883016227436</id><published>2012-02-04T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:20:08.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMDIirrpE5c/Ty2S68hn6xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aqnuswsGPhk/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMDIirrpE5c/Ty2S68hn6xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aqnuswsGPhk/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I know why it was so cold today. Tonight it's a very deeply crispy evening. We went out in the dark but really it was light and we could see everything on the field. I met a friend and had good fun with him cos he like the snow too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1361499883016227436?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1361499883016227436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1361499883016227436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1361499883016227436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1361499883016227436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMDIirrpE5c/Ty2S68hn6xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aqnuswsGPhk/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3153564529685721112</id><published>2012-02-04T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:03:57.949Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter coats'/><title type='text'>Wrap up warm</title><content type='html'>It's really cold. I've not been going out much cos it's a bit much especially if I can't run around off the lead. We've been down to the shops today and I had to wear my coat as it's cold waiting around outside. I really don't understand what the problem is with me going in. I'm very well behaved. Better than some of those little people.&lt;br /&gt;I do quite like the cold. Everything smells so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3153564529685721112?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3153564529685721112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3153564529685721112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3153564529685721112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3153564529685721112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/02/wrap-up-warm.html' title='Wrap up warm'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-7890384280919884205</id><published>2012-01-27T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:59:17.304Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary cat'/><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xorwe8mfDDs/TyLz7EIeAcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vVdHGGabXBA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xorwe8mfDDs/TyLz7EIeAcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vVdHGGabXBA/s200/photo.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back in my own home, my own bed (although I packed that with me), my own garden, my own field. Sigh. It's been really nice to see Gary again and catch up with him but good to be home too. The he and she boss were here to meet me. I wonder if they've been anywhere nice while I've been gone or was I the only one having a holiday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-7890384280919884205?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7890384280919884205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=7890384280919884205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7890384280919884205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7890384280919884205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xorwe8mfDDs/TyLz7EIeAcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vVdHGGabXBA/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4855664676717686094</id><published>2012-01-22T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:36:49.576Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbie Hamster'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVWv7KGo70w/TxxlMu8HozI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EYq6C2sQTTk/s1600/51zsqoBJBCL._AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVWv7KGo70w/TxxlMu8HozI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EYq6C2sQTTk/s200/51zsqoBJBCL._AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been left at that Beth and Ed's with Gary Cat. So that was what it was about. Not sure why. Still not sure if it's cos they'd had enough of me though I can't believe the she boss would think that. She's always so kind to me even when I've been stupid or am getting upset over daft stuff. Maybe they just thought I needed a break from the big city and some animal company. Would be OK except they brought that stupid noisy hamster thing in the ball with them. Maybe Gary will like it instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4855664676717686094?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4855664676717686094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4855664676717686094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4855664676717686094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4855664676717686094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/01/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVWv7KGo70w/TxxlMu8HozI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EYq6C2sQTTk/s72-c/51zsqoBJBCL._AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2416985590529152047</id><published>2012-01-22T12:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:31:34.842Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphaned'/><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Something's going on. The she boss has packed my holiday bag but she hasn't packed one for anyone else. I know I'm in trouble sometimes and the he boss doesn't always like me but I didn't think anything was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;They wonder why I'm so nervous and insecure but when you've been abandoned once, adopted twice with the first time breaking down, separated from mother and siblings, no idea who your father is; well, what do they expect? I think I do pretty well considering. It's just that these things come back to haunt me sometimes even though it was so long ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2416985590529152047?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2416985590529152047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2416985590529152047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2416985590529152047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2416985590529152047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8908726624207200029</id><published>2012-01-14T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:47:31.425Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life reflections'/><title type='text'>Ticking</title><content type='html'>Life's ticking along and pretty good thanks. Good walks, interesting people, regular meals, comfy bed(s), consistent poos. What more can I say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8908726624207200029?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8908726624207200029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8908726624207200029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8908726624207200029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8908726624207200029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/01/ticking.html' title='Ticking'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8527520476881555369</id><published>2012-01-05T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:55:50.237Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheepwash urban park'/><title type='text'>Sheepwash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQj8_F2BSrQ/Twd7n0YLcjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/49WaaPwTZKA/s1600/120px-Sheepwash_Urban_Park_island.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQj8_F2BSrQ/Twd7n0YLcjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/49WaaPwTZKA/s1600/120px-Sheepwash_Urban_Park_island.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheepwash_Urban_Park"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; today and it was VERY windy and so very scary. I tried to go back to the car but the she boss caught me and dragged me back. I felt safer on the lead. I wonder if it's always windy there? And where were all the sheep having their wash? I saw swans, mallards, moorhens, Canada geese, blue tits, etc etc but no sheep and no people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8527520476881555369?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8527520476881555369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8527520476881555369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8527520476881555369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8527520476881555369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2012/01/sheepwash.html' title='Sheepwash'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQj8_F2BSrQ/Twd7n0YLcjI/AAAAAAAAAvo/49WaaPwTZKA/s72-c/120px-Sheepwash_Urban_Park_island.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3189947626842216869</id><published>2011-12-30T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:31:54.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas visiting'/><title type='text'>Christmas time</title><content type='html'>We had the paper parcel day. In fact, it's all be happening all at once. We've had EVERYONE living here and the house was really full. I liked it very much cos I saw alot of my other favourite people as well - theFriendPeter, Nan and Grandad G, Uncle Ted and Aunty Joy and all my other aunty and uncles took me for a good walk. Well, sort of good. There was a lot of banging going on somewhere so I wasn't too happy.&lt;br /&gt;I had to spend some time in the car as well hiding from little people who came to my house. I don't mind and would rather be there than worrying about what they're going to get up to next.&lt;br /&gt;We took Sam and Abimaro all the way back to London just to make sure they really went. I like it there and had a bit of a snooze on their carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it was all going quiet again that Beth turned up here and slept in one of our beds. I think she's gone again now even though she left her socks behind. Always something left here.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I can have peace and quiet to recover from it all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat too much paper as my tummy was a bit iffy on the day it all came. I have had some very nice left over bits of meat though and they're still happening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3189947626842216869?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3189947626842216869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3189947626842216869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3189947626842216869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3189947626842216869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2669438073959117294</id><published>2011-12-23T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:33:33.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas presents'/><title type='text'>Paper parcels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf1BC-7SFYw/TvSsFZwLeOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wb1cSSCGOPU/s1600/Image0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf1BC-7SFYw/TvSsFZwLeOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wb1cSSCGOPU/s200/Image0303.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and Abimaro have come here to live. It's nice and there's lots of music. I like her singing and she brought me some &lt;a href="http://abimaroandthefree.bandcamp.com/album/books"&gt;special songs&lt;/a&gt; although none of them were called MillieDog.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a paper day coming on. There's been lots of secret rustling and there's a lot of parcels under the tree picture that the she boss put up. I hope there's one for me. I haven't noticed my name on anything yet. And yes, I can read. &lt;br /&gt;I think they must have forgotten that we shut all the rooms at night and they left the room open with all the parcels. I know I'm not supposed to go in there at night and CERTAINLY not supposed to go on the comfy furniture. It was really tempting and I was scared I'd give in so I went upstairs and slept by the he boss for a little while. I went to tell him the door was open but he was snoring so didn't hear me. I went to my bed after a while as I knew I could be in just as much trouble if he found me there as I would have been if I was found on the best comfy settee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2669438073959117294?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2669438073959117294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2669438073959117294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2669438073959117294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2669438073959117294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/12/paper-parcels.html' title='Paper parcels'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf1BC-7SFYw/TvSsFZwLeOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/wb1cSSCGOPU/s72-c/Image0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2356845294988920554</id><published>2011-12-07T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:00:49.299Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog jacket'/><title type='text'>Winter coat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uw9D83qwUsM/Tt-3HvtZS4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/JFyv9OuIoT0/s1600/Image0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uw9D83qwUsM/Tt-3HvtZS4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/JFyv9OuIoT0/s200/Image0298.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's gone very cold. So cold, the she boss dug my coat out. Such an embarrassment. As you can see, I'm not happy. There were other dogs around when I went out looking like this. I know they were staring at me and having a snigger. I must admit I was warmer with this when I'm on the lead and can't run fast to keep warm. When I got let off later, I went and had a word with the other dogs and explained. They were very understanding. If I'm going to wear something to keep me warm, I could really do with some sleeves as well. There's not much on my legs to keep them warm - fur or fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2356845294988920554?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2356845294988920554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2356845294988920554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2356845294988920554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2356845294988920554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-coat.html' title='Winter coat'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uw9D83qwUsM/Tt-3HvtZS4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/JFyv9OuIoT0/s72-c/Image0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6154768791844710570</id><published>2011-11-26T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:49:44.359Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malvern hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold wind'/><title type='text'>Good walk?</title><content type='html'>Me and the she boss have just been for what should have been a lovely walk over my favourite &lt;a href="http://www.malvernhills.org.uk/"&gt;hills&lt;/a&gt;. You can feel a 'but' there can't you?&lt;br /&gt;BUT 1. It was REALLY windy which I'm not too keen on, 2. I kept hearing bangs which scared me, 3. I'd hoped we'd meet some friends there so I went right to the top where I took them before but there was no one there, and 4. I got REALLY cold and shivery while the she boss sat with her hot drink all wrapped up in her layers of clothes because it was so windy and because she didn't listen to me when I said I might need my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVw-lwE99Cc/TtEYS09MGTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/B139CMVdCsw/s1600/Image0292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVw-lwE99Cc/TtEYS09MGTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/B139CMVdCsw/s200/Image0292.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see how cold, windy and lonely it was in the picture. The she boss thought it felt like the sort of wind that brings snow to the mountains we could see in the distance and I wouldn't be surprised myself. &lt;br /&gt;Even the sheep had big woolly coats on. We passed them in a truck on our way home and I thought they might turn up here knowing how nice and warm the house is but there's no sign of them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6154768791844710570?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6154768791844710570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6154768791844710570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6154768791844710570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6154768791844710570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-walk.html' title='Good walk?'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVw-lwE99Cc/TtEYS09MGTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/B139CMVdCsw/s72-c/Image0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6018822758918858819</id><published>2011-11-25T16:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:44:30.401Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pot'/><title type='text'>Bad dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgfz3AhI0ZE/Ts_E5hrNXDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/o9yGenyVYU4/s1600/Image0291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgfz3AhI0ZE/Ts_E5hrNXDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/o9yGenyVYU4/s200/Image0291.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her words not mine. I must admit though, I have been pretty bad today. First the she boss found an unmentionable something on the decking that I'd should no way have put there. I tried to tell her that it was because I'd been too scared to go down the garden by myself in the dark with all the flashy bangy things. Besides which, it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Next was what is in the picture. The she boss brought this back all the way from Swaziland when she went with &lt;a href="http://bethdoodles.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-african-mural.html"&gt;that Beth&lt;/a&gt; a while back. I don't know why I decided to see what it was made of today and not ages ago. She said it didn't cost much but she brought it back especially for the he boss cos she knew he'd like it.&lt;br /&gt;Just to finish it all off, I found something really nice smelling in the garden so I used it for my perfume. I really don't understand what the fuss is about except it was a bit gooey on my nice shiny coat. What is it with these people? I think it had something to do with the she boss being about to take me out in the car. She was pretty rough with me when she scrubbed it off so I kept away from her for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6018822758918858819?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6018822758918858819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6018822758918858819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6018822758918858819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6018822758918858819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/bad-dog.html' title='Bad dog'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgfz3AhI0ZE/Ts_E5hrNXDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/o9yGenyVYU4/s72-c/Image0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5631785785933880413</id><published>2011-11-22T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:48:14.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Even more fireworks</title><content type='html'>There are STILL flashy bangy things happening whenever I go out on my field. I just can't believe it. I can't. The she boss dragged me (literally - very undignified) out there tonight and I told here it would happen and it did. She gave in when we were as far away from home as I could get and let me off. I got my own back cos she thought she'd lost me and went walking all around again on her own looking for me. It helped that it was VERY dark tonight and she couldn't see me. I kept very still so she couldn't hear my collar either. I don't think she'll try that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5631785785933880413?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5631785785933880413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5631785785933880413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5631785785933880413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5631785785933880413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/even-more-fireworks.html' title='Even more fireworks'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8338384290799708765</id><published>2011-11-18T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:45:39.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>What an amazing evening. ALL my favourite people in one go including Uncle John, Uncle Ted and thefriendPeter. Aaa How lovely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8338384290799708765?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8338384290799708765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8338384290799708765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8338384290799708765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8338384290799708765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8519079247333511013</id><published>2011-11-17T18:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:43:45.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheels on the bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus ride'/><title type='text'>Buzzing</title><content type='html'>Pretty good day. I went with the she boss in one of those really big cars that fits loads of people. I'm not over keen but it's quite interesting and we didn't stay on for too long. The she boss says that next time we'll go on for longer and she'll let me go upstairs at the front and pretend to be the driver.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sutton Park on it which was good but I'm still scared that the flashy bangy things will start. I had to stay on the lead cos whenever I was allowed off to chase squirrels, I decided I'd try and go home again. Silly Millie Me. Never mind, it was real nice and the sun shone lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8519079247333511013?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8519079247333511013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8519079247333511013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8519079247333511013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8519079247333511013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/buzzing.html' title='Buzzing'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8128693633366221342</id><published>2011-11-16T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:02:05.303Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abigail brown'/><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUAxxQI8qH4/TsQIZzbmXDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZC_iiWjME8E/s1600/300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUAxxQI8qH4/TsQIZzbmXDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZC_iiWjME8E/s200/300.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like birds. Mainly only the little ones though cos the big ones nick the pears that the tree drops for ME. I like &lt;a href="http://abigailbrown.bigcartel.com/products/"&gt;these birds&lt;/a&gt; too. We've got one that lives in our house. He's very well behaved. Causes no trouble and doesn't make a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8128693633366221342?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8128693633366221342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8128693633366221342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8128693633366221342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8128693633366221342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUAxxQI8qH4/TsQIZzbmXDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZC_iiWjME8E/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-7661394780450428944</id><published>2011-11-13T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:51:21.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonfire night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaaaah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ooooo'/><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Flipping things. I hate them. They spoil everything for me. I have to hide under the table all the time. Every time I think they'll have finished, they start up again. We go for what should be a nice walk and it gets ruined. I go out and then can't wait to get back under my table again.&lt;br /&gt;We've just been over my field again now and I knew, I just knew that there was going to be a whoosh or a flash or a big bang. Once we were out in the open, I told the she boss we needed to get back but she just kept right on going. I couldn't believe it. Doesn't she know what danger she's putting us in. Who knows where one of those flashes or bangs will be next. I waited and waited but there was no way she was coming back to look after me so I thought I better go and look after her instead. Just in case. There's safety in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;It was all OK. This time. But I was still glad to get back under my table. Cos you just never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-7661394780450428944?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7661394780450428944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=7661394780450428944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7661394780450428944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7661394780450428944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3015276438445165143</id><published>2011-11-06T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:22:37.729Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crewkerne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cottage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyme Regis'/><title type='text'>Different home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z78iaDrRI7A/TraxGnW1A9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/P2r167GZHOk/s1600/Image0282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z78iaDrRI7A/TraxGnW1A9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/P2r167GZHOk/s200/Image0282.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did have a &lt;a href="http://www.cottageguide.co.uk/lemmings/frameset.html"&gt;holiday&lt;/a&gt; and it was fab. Not too much but just enough walking. I am getting older you know. We got a bit wet sometimes but it was all OK cos we had a nice warm fire in our house which I remember going to before. We had a nice field to walk around when we wanted to leave time to do other stuff like sitting, watching chickens and keeping guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zX9kQ5n8fM/TraxRtraqgI/AAAAAAAAAug/mNOEL95VYHI/s1600/Image0283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zX9kQ5n8fM/TraxRtraqgI/AAAAAAAAAug/mNOEL95VYHI/s200/Image0283.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was one big downside. The cat from next door seemed to think he owned our house as well and kept coming and making himself very much at home. He even went on MY blanket, MY she boss's shoulders and in MY water bowl. &lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm a bit confused about now I'm home. We left thefriendPeter to look after our house at home while we were gone but now we're back and he's disappeared along with everything he brought to live here. It's a bit strange without him. I hope he's found somewhere else nice to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFYVeqC7R0c/Traxegj6QrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5lnEV8nWTCo/s1600/Image0284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFYVeqC7R0c/Traxegj6QrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5lnEV8nWTCo/s200/Image0284.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3015276438445165143?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3015276438445165143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3015276438445165143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3015276438445165143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3015276438445165143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/11/different-home.html' title='Different home'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z78iaDrRI7A/TraxGnW1A9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/P2r167GZHOk/s72-c/Image0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4200349216842735554</id><published>2011-10-29T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:47:33.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All change</title><content type='html'>Sammy and Abimaro must have found thefriendPeter and told him to come back cos we fetched him off the train last night. It looks like we might be going off and leaving him to live in our house though cos the she boss has been filling up lots of bags with all our stuff including my holiday bag. I hope it's somewhere nice. I can't see the flappy house anywhere so I think it might be in a real house. Even more holidays!&amp;nbsp; Aren't I a lucky dog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4200349216842735554?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4200349216842735554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4200349216842735554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4200349216842735554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4200349216842735554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-change.html' title='All change'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5755086884287984433</id><published>2011-10-26T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:47:33.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malvern hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>My house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi1a3HZ1qvE/TqgbGQhjIoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1HGdY5bczrw/s1600/Image0273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi1a3HZ1qvE/TqgbGQhjIoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1HGdY5bczrw/s200/Image0273.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ThefriendPeter came here to live with me. I think he's still living here really cos all his stuff is here like he's living and his car's outside but I can't see him anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the place with the trains and I know he went for a ride but I think he might have got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the she boss went for some quiet chill time over my park and had a sit together in our thinking spot. It was real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICQnl_EAjSA/TqgbNpPjBSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MYMPEgh0Qu4/s1600/Image0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICQnl_EAjSA/TqgbNpPjBSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MYMPEgh0Qu4/s320/Image0276.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While thefriendPeter has been missing, Sammy and &lt;a href="http://abimaro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abimaro&lt;/a&gt; have been sleeping in his bed. That's been fun too. I took them to see my hills in the sunshine and, as you can see, they were really embarrassing. I'm not sure I'll take them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when they come cos Abimaro does lots of singing and she likes me. They've gone off for a ride in the train now. I wonder if they'll find thefriendPeter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps been nice and sunny so I'm having lots of runnings around on my field as well as the long walks in nicer places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5755086884287984433?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5755086884287984433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5755086884287984433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5755086884287984433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5755086884287984433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-house.html' title='My house'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi1a3HZ1qvE/TqgbGQhjIoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1HGdY5bczrw/s72-c/Image0273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6832453123837426324</id><published>2011-10-16T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:19:51.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders&apos; webs'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWPcMZUSbg4/TprnrgOdazI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AUHoSwjjZsI/s1600/Image0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWPcMZUSbg4/TprnrgOdazI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AUHoSwjjZsI/s200/Image0270.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when I thought my field was getting boring the spiders got to work and made me a glittery carpet all over it. It looked really pretty in the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6832453123837426324?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6832453123837426324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6832453123837426324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6832453123837426324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6832453123837426324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWPcMZUSbg4/TprnrgOdazI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AUHoSwjjZsI/s72-c/Image0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2732625749867058532</id><published>2011-10-09T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:55:16.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden hops'/><title type='text'>Hoppity hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0YGJl4ov6c/TpGnC6rx_eI/AAAAAAAAAt4/64imFZTCqr8/s1600/Image0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0YGJl4ov6c/TpGnC6rx_eI/AAAAAAAAAt4/64imFZTCqr8/s200/Image0268.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's that time of year again and I like it. These are growing all over the place and they're a really tasty between meal snack. I saw the she boss looking at them thinking about cutting them off for something but I'm hoping to persuade her to leave them all for me for sustenance in the cold weather coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2732625749867058532?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2732625749867058532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2732625749867058532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2732625749867058532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2732625749867058532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoppity-hop.html' title='Hoppity hop'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0YGJl4ov6c/TpGnC6rx_eI/AAAAAAAAAt4/64imFZTCqr8/s72-c/Image0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2020530207903543335</id><published>2011-10-08T11:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:38:14.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irs3sGjNFKI/TpAnWELYAUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UlKFXVypIS4/s1600/Image0267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irs3sGjNFKI/TpAnWELYAUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UlKFXVypIS4/s200/Image0267.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know the she boss has come back after all that time and I should be grateful but I would have thought I would have had more attention than I have. Hasn't she missed me as much as I've missed her? It's all been a bit quiet all week co they keep going out and leaving me. At least it's cooler to go for walks now. I'd like a real good one sometime soon, I'm getting a bit bored with my field. &lt;br /&gt;This is the new friend I told you about that needed his ears mending. He doesn't look too bad now. She's been looking at lots of &lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/janicegunnell#100216&amp;amp;bgcolor=black&amp;amp;view=grid"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; as well that she took with that Beth. It looks like they worked hard as well as some fun. And I thought they'd had a holiday without me. Not sure about all those little people anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2020530207903543335?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2020530207903543335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2020530207903543335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2020530207903543335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2020530207903543335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-irs3sGjNFKI/TpAnWELYAUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UlKFXVypIS4/s72-c/Image0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2078996729904031539</id><published>2011-10-01T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:14:45.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swaziland'/><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>They're back! Somehow they managed to bring only one big bag back instead of the 2 bigs one they took with them so I don't know who they were hiding in there. It's been a long time and theFriendPeter has been and gone again in that time.&lt;br /&gt;I know they've been to see the lady Jane and her dogs as I could smell them on the she boss and that Beth. I really do think they could have taken me as well. Never mind. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;They've brought a lot of interesting things back including a big tall spotty friend for me. I'll show you a picture soon but at the moment, it looks like he needs his ears mending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2078996729904031539?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2078996729904031539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2078996729904031539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2078996729904031539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2078996729904031539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-488488813793009504</id><published>2011-09-17T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:11:36.811+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flights'/><title type='text'>Bad news</title><content type='html'>I was right. The worst thing possible has happened. The she boss has gone off with that Beth and all their bags. I know cos I went in the car to the place where all the noisy flying planes go to bed and they got out and we left them there. It was very sad and the he boss had wet eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing is that it seems that theFriendPeter has swapped with them and come here to live instead. At least he'll remember to feed me even if he is sleeping a lot so far.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling this is going to last a long time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-488488813793009504?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/488488813793009504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=488488813793009504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/488488813793009504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/488488813793009504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-news.html' title='Bad news'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6410480887069027708</id><published>2011-09-15T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:39:48.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allotment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swaziland'/><title type='text'>Happy days</title><content type='html'>YOU might not remember but I do - all those wonderful days of my youth that I used to spend what felt like whole days at the garden down the road where the she boss grew lots of things that we took home with us to make dinner with. Well today, I went to somewhere like that again with both the he and she boss. We had to drive a long way in the he boss's rattly car but it was worth it. I had a great time exploring and chasing mice in the long grass. I'd like to think I could go there again. Lots.&lt;br /&gt;It took my mind off the disturbing things happening at home. It looks suspiciously to me that that Beth has come to take the she boss away from me for ages. They've got really big bags packed with EVERYTHING (not a sink though) and I heard talk about plane tickets. I don't like it at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6410480887069027708?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6410480887069027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6410480887069027708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6410480887069027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6410480887069027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-days.html' title='Happy days'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3747704313451673400</id><published>2011-09-11T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:03:27.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old routine</title><content type='html'>Sooo nice to be back in my field. Could do with a bit of beach and a few rabbits to chase to make it complete. Will have to make do with the squirrels and the bit of sand I find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3747704313451673400?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3747704313451673400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3747704313451673400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3747704313451673400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3747704313451673400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-old-routine.html' title='Back to the old routine'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3818548493624915000</id><published>2011-09-09T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T18:24:00.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coast walking'/><title type='text'>Different type of holiday</title><content type='html'>I think I've just been on holiday again. The reason I'm not sure is because we stayed in a type of house, not a flappy one and it wasn't anyone I've been in before or any place I've been before and it was very posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZIPX9hnus/TmqKLTO2ZYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/t9r-3eRnBB8/s1600/Image0240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZIPX9hnus/TmqKLTO2ZYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/t9r-3eRnBB8/s200/Image0240.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went with the he and she boss and we had lots of really good walks.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly got into trouble, cos as usual when I go away, I was moulting and both me and the she boss forgot our brushes. It's a good job it was really windy to blow all the loose stuff out when we walked by the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtJvcezQs6s/TmqKOqsUNGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/I3u58zqMqVg/s1600/Image0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtJvcezQs6s/TmqKOqsUNGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/I3u58zqMqVg/s200/Image0243.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a selection of pictures from our many walks but some of them are a bit posed. Not by me of course &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHdXdTaIpc/TmqKUcbUl0I/AAAAAAAAAto/T57cCoaIoug/s1600/Image0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wHdXdTaIpc/TmqKUcbUl0I/AAAAAAAAAto/T57cCoaIoug/s200/Image0251.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did lots of weeing on seaweed cos that's what I do and discovered I rather like the taste of the black musselly shells stuck on the rocks. It's just a shame they're stuck on so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdRVwpYIdmI/TmqKXQAiTcI/AAAAAAAAAts/bUn9cYK9nE4/s1600/Image0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdRVwpYIdmI/TmqKXQAiTcI/AAAAAAAAAts/bUn9cYK9nE4/s200/Image0261.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had one day of some peace and quiet to myself in the car while the he and she boss looked around some boring shops. We went in some very nice food shops as well where I attracted a lot of attention while everyone dranks cups of tea and ate cakes with jam and cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lJPhuhJ7lY/TmqKQ1hjScI/AAAAAAAAAtk/VQ2s0JhjCT4/s1600/Image0246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lJPhuhJ7lY/TmqKQ1hjScI/AAAAAAAAAtk/VQ2s0JhjCT4/s200/Image0246.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me and the she boss both got a bit scared cos we thought these were big cows waiting to leap up and get us. But they didn't move. And we got closer and closer. And then they weren't scary cows at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fWoU3ppHPo/TmqMMx7iOzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LoTePCc2yeo/s1600/Image0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8fWoU3ppHPo/TmqMMx7iOzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LoTePCc2yeo/s200/Image0255.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can't really see this but it says I was there. On that beach. With the he and she boss. So I'm famous cos everyone could see it from all the way up on &lt;a href="http://www.pembrokeshirecoast.org.uk/default.asp?PID=4"&gt;Pembroke coastal footpath&lt;/a&gt;. Except the sea came and washed it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we saw a donkey for sale. The she boss said I hadn't got enough pocket money left for it. I'm not sure what I spent it all on. Maybe extra nice biscuits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3818548493624915000?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3818548493624915000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3818548493624915000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3818548493624915000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3818548493624915000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/different-type-of-holiday.html' title='Different type of holiday'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZIPX9hnus/TmqKLTO2ZYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/t9r-3eRnBB8/s72-c/Image0240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2620814029390710881</id><published>2011-09-03T20:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:39:17.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get together'/><title type='text'>Full house</title><content type='html'>This house is bedlam. Everyone's come here to live. I don't know where we're going to put them all but I'm definitely not sharing my bed with any of them. Bring back the peaceful life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2620814029390710881?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2620814029390710881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2620814029390710881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2620814029390710881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2620814029390710881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/full-house.html' title='Full house'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8465587408468905500</id><published>2011-08-26T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:18:43.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jelly cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>Missed opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uJLStKsPzk/TlineusWtTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/2NQDNaAsLC8/s1600/Image0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uJLStKsPzk/TlineusWtTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/2NQDNaAsLC8/s200/Image0236.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The she boss came home today saying she'd been to see some of my favourite friends and not taken me! She'd seen the favourite Uncle John as well as Aunty Olly, Uncle Ted and Aunty Joy. She'd also seen little person Martha who had a new friend called Twitch. The she boss thought he'd like to come and have a sleepover in my bed while little Martha was having a sleepover with her Nan and Grandad. He liked it in her bag but Martha wasn't too sure about that happening.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she hadn't told me all this. All the things that nearly happen to me but not quite enough. I'd have made space for him despite the ribbon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8465587408468905500?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8465587408468905500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8465587408468905500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8465587408468905500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8465587408468905500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/missed-opportunities.html' title='Missed opportunities'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uJLStKsPzk/TlineusWtTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/2NQDNaAsLC8/s72-c/Image0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-261307257860895302</id><published>2011-08-22T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:31:34.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stiperstones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Mynd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corndon'/><title type='text'>The ups and downs of a dog's life</title><content type='html'>It's been all or nothing for the last few days. First of all, &lt;a href="http://boxfreshmedia.co.uk/pages/peter-nicholls.php"&gt;thefriendPeter&lt;/a&gt; came to live her which was an up. But he seems to have gone again now so that's not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5b1VnmwWpdU/TlLJIFrOfPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6zoqsc3-sPg/s1600/Image0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5b1VnmwWpdU/TlLJIFrOfPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6zoqsc3-sPg/s200/Image0235.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After he came here, I went for a &lt;a href="http://www.shropshire.gov.uk/countryside.nsf/open/1de97e3787ad814d8025712c0039451e"&gt;big day&lt;/a&gt; out with him, the she boss and my old friend Ian. I took Ian and the she boss for a real long walk although I did keep thefriendPeter company in the car for some of it when the road got hot under my paws.&lt;br /&gt;This was Ian on top of the last &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corndon_Hill"&gt;big hill&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a bit sad I didn't go up that one with them but I'd been getting very scared of the big bangs that were around and seeing as I thought thefriendPeter might be a bit scared as well, I stayed with him in my car to look after him.&lt;br /&gt;So that was the real good up day. The next one was a recovery day when people went out and left me to have a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we had LOADS of people, big and little in my garden so I went out of the way of it all in the car. I wouldn't have minded too much but I was in there for a long time. I had a bit of a walk round my field and saw them all playing games but then went back in the car while they carried on cooking nice stuff on the fire. That was the not so good down day.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't bad as I had a chance to pick through all the tasty meat that had fallen in the fire. I jus hope I don't get tummy ache like last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-261307257860895302?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/261307257860895302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=261307257860895302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/261307257860895302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/261307257860895302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/ups-and-downs-of-dogs-life.html' title='The ups and downs of a dog&apos;s life'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5b1VnmwWpdU/TlLJIFrOfPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6zoqsc3-sPg/s72-c/Image0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3340051886090219622</id><published>2011-08-11T18:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:21:45.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melon'/><title type='text'>One of my favourite foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDbdoz1qbnY/TkQPVVRAVTI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cyKoGQi4za8/s1600/Image0229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDbdoz1qbnY/TkQPVVRAVTI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cyKoGQi4za8/s320/Image0229.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like melon&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3340051886090219622?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3340051886090219622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3340051886090219622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3340051886090219622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3340051886090219622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-my-favourite-foods.html' title='One of my favourite foods'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDbdoz1qbnY/TkQPVVRAVTI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/cyKoGQi4za8/s72-c/Image0229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4957387089296287019</id><published>2011-08-08T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:57:35.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><title type='text'>Barbecues</title><content type='html'>We've had one of those days here again when loads of people come and they light fires in my garden and cook some nice things. I always get put in the car out of the way when it happens which doesn't seem very fair when people keep dropping nice bits on the grass that I could help clear up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't altogether mind cos there were a lot of people and it's all a bit much really. There were also some very little people as well as middling little people. I saw some of them later when it had all gone quieter and I was let in to eat the leftovers and my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;My garden did look pretty good with flappy houses and flags. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4957387089296287019?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4957387089296287019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4957387089296287019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4957387089296287019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4957387089296287019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/barbecues.html' title='Barbecues'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2640784343809169457</id><published>2011-08-05T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:01:20.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnivorous plant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue tit'/><title type='text'>Better watch out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx-pL8ASbFk/TjwhvRw0JFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/v0lRLsT7dUQ/s1600/_54433991_plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx-pL8ASbFk/TjwhvRw0JFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/v0lRLsT7dUQ/s200/_54433991_plant.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-somerset-14416809"&gt;Ooeer&lt;/a&gt; I better not get too near to those big ones down the garden. I thought they were looking at me funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2640784343809169457?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2640784343809169457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2640784343809169457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2640784343809169457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2640784343809169457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-watch-out.html' title='Better watch out'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx-pL8ASbFk/TjwhvRw0JFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/v0lRLsT7dUQ/s72-c/_54433991_plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2821465844854231527</id><published>2011-08-03T17:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:02:13.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger loaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knole park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sevenoaks'/><title type='text'>Trips away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkG3JKhtfC4/Tjlyys7gG4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/uT2xV3JRKmw/s1600/Image0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkG3JKhtfC4/Tjlyys7gG4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/uT2xV3JRKmw/s200/Image0226.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aOd4fA6fZg/Tjly1euM0yI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1ADNI0VvxMk/s1600/Image0228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aOd4fA6fZg/Tjly1euM0yI/AAAAAAAAAtI/1ADNI0VvxMk/s200/Image0228.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The she boss went off and left me. I know she went to see Sammy and Abz cos I could smell their house. I thought she'd gone for good cos she was gone all day one day, all night then all day the next day but the he boss went out for a while late when it was very dark and fetched her back. She said she'd had a nice time (without me) and saw some of &lt;a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-vh/w-visits/w-findaplace/w-knole/w-knole-park.htm"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; who behaved a bit like me and even lay down like me although they look like tiger loaves she said.&amp;nbsp; Sammy thought one of them was going to run into him but he went straight past instead. Scary but not as scary as the she boss going off for days and leaving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2821465844854231527?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2821465844854231527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2821465844854231527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2821465844854231527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2821465844854231527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/trips-away.html' title='Trips away'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkG3JKhtfC4/Tjlyys7gG4I/AAAAAAAAAtE/uT2xV3JRKmw/s72-c/Image0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2311633812022574897</id><published>2011-07-30T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:22:31.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence repair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washing day'/><title type='text'>Summer weather</title><content type='html'>Today has been very, very hot for me so I've spent a lot of time down the garden under the tree watching nextdoorTerry. He's made a big hole in our fence and in his fence onto the field. It's quite interesting to watch and sometimes when he's not looking, I go through the gaps and have a look in his garden. It looks a good place to get some chickens or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNH3tBvSxZU/TjR165omNzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZyElRxANGNY/s1600/Image0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNH3tBvSxZU/TjR165omNzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZyElRxANGNY/s200/Image0225.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The she boss has gone a bit mad today in the sunshine and turned our garden into a laundry place. At least she didn't wash me as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2311633812022574897?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2311633812022574897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2311633812022574897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2311633812022574897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2311633812022574897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-weather.html' title='Summer weather'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kNH3tBvSxZU/TjR165omNzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZyElRxANGNY/s72-c/Image0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8906216670537656239</id><published>2011-07-29T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:37:37.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malvern hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pest control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Life's not been too exciting since my flappy house holiday with both she and he boss. Quite a few friends have been to see me but they've come and gone quite quickly. I did go and see Uncle John with the she boss and had a rummage round his garden and did a poo for him in case he's forgotten that's what dog's do since Bobby left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YnSRC8WnFo/TjMLa5Cs6II/AAAAAAAAAs8/IJOyVKT3PXI/s1600/Image0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YnSRC8WnFo/TjMLa5Cs6II/AAAAAAAAAs8/IJOyVKT3PXI/s200/Image0224.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betapest.com/"&gt;Nathan's&lt;/a&gt; been to see us as well. He told all the wasps to go away, puffed some magic smoke and they did! I must try that myself next time. Save him a trip.&lt;br /&gt;Today's been pretty good cos I went for a long, long walk over my &lt;a href="http://www.malvernhills.org.uk/"&gt;favourite hills&lt;/a&gt; with the he and she boss. It's been really summery lately but today it was cloudy and mizzly. I got very wet but we didn't get too hot. There were LOADS of spider webs and they looked very pretty although we didn't see any spiders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8906216670537656239?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8906216670537656239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8906216670537656239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8906216670537656239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8906216670537656239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YnSRC8WnFo/TjMLa5Cs6II/AAAAAAAAAs8/IJOyVKT3PXI/s72-c/Image0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Birmingham, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>52.4829614 -1.8935920000000124</georss:point><georss:box>52.3700579 -2.0366025000000123 52.5958649 -1.7505815000000124</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2884685839074246306</id><published>2011-07-20T19:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:29:16.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rat poison'/><title type='text'>Sat Dog</title><content type='html'>Now here's an &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-14182411"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt; ....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Must show the she boss. They think there's a rat in our garden. I know there is but if I had camera with me AND caught it, this could be my heroic moment, my half hour of fame, my lucky break.&lt;br /&gt;They better hurry up. The she boss put some stuff out today for the rat to eat to make it die. Safe away from my scrounging of course. My pal &lt;a href="http://www.betapest.com/"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt; came and killed all the nasty wapsies as well so I'll be able to drink from Bill again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2884685839074246306?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2884685839074246306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2884685839074246306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2884685839074246306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2884685839074246306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/sat-dog.html' title='Sat Dog'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6896825572900167813</id><published>2011-07-16T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:59:51.122+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chee Dale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>And the he boss came too</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8orBYhW1c/TiH6YH_uazI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HlHR_x265hs/s1600/Image0216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8orBYhW1c/TiH6YH_uazI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HlHR_x265hs/s200/Image0216.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chilling by the river&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We did it! We went back to the place I lived with the she boss in the flappy house and took the he boss with us. He loved it too. We showed him all the nice walks and some more and did a lot of chilling as well. &lt;br /&gt;Now the he boss has seen how nice it is in the flappy house I think he'll want to come again especially if we go there again.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting theFriendPeter to come and see us again but he didn't which was very disappointing but we weren't there as many nights this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnuIWpgDfI/TiH6bsf9aJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8ads28PevvM/s1600/Image0219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbnuIWpgDfI/TiH6bsf9aJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8ads28PevvM/s200/Image0219.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flea's eye view of Chee Dale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This time we had LOADS of sunshine but today, now we're back at home the clouds have been bucketing down on me so I stayed in when the he and she boss went out. What a surprise I had when Sammy and Abimaro turned up at home. I can't say I was too happy as I wanted the she and he boss back. I was missing them after being with them all the time for 3 days. I told Sammy and Abimaro I wasn't happy but I'm not sure they understood. They just thought I'd fallen out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6896825572900167813?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6896825572900167813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6896825572900167813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6896825572900167813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6896825572900167813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-he-boss-came-too.html' title='And the he boss came too'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8orBYhW1c/TiH6YH_uazI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HlHR_x265hs/s72-c/Image0216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-9132299050747587579</id><published>2011-07-12T22:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:00:29.221+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasp nest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinegar'/><title type='text'>In pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6I2Ufiot5c/Thy9yX2o-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/NDLCmXlHTBM/s1600/14042009229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6I2Ufiot5c/Thy9yX2o-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/NDLCmXlHTBM/s200/14042009229.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've got a whole load of wapsies come and live right by where I like to go and get a drink from Bill. They're real nasty and don't like sharing the water so tonight they bit me or something. Whatever it was, it hurt real bad. The she boss put some smelly stuff on me which helped but I was glad to have a carry and a cuddle cos I didn't want to walk on my poorly foot and I didn't like people looking at my nose. It would happen when there were some of my friends here as well just when I was showing them everything in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd4oFM6i9wU/Thy91d8oEKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/l_SRiAXrSWQ/s1600/Image0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd4oFM6i9wU/Thy91d8oEKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/l_SRiAXrSWQ/s200/Image0215.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having a cuddle for a long time and I feel a bit better now. It's a good job. I was really looking forward to showing the he boss the long walk we like when we went to the flappy house before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-9132299050747587579?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9132299050747587579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=9132299050747587579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9132299050747587579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9132299050747587579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-pain.html' title='In pain'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6I2Ufiot5c/Thy9yX2o-CI/AAAAAAAAAss/NDLCmXlHTBM/s72-c/14042009229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3970851778414350887</id><published>2011-07-12T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:06:49.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ears</title><content type='html'>We're going camping AGAIN already. I distinctly heard the she boss telling someone. It was a nice surprise for me and her as she didn't know I understood that word as well. I seem to remember telling you all a long time back just how many words I know. They're going to have to start spelling things if they don't want me to know what they're saying until I've learnt how to read and write as well. Even if I am getting old, I reckon I could learn a thing or two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3970851778414350887?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3970851778414350887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3970851778414350887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3970851778414350887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3970851778414350887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-ears.html' title='Good ears'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8895051195320521161</id><published>2011-07-08T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:04:44.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walsall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><title type='text'>Exploring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylxheOofgP0/ThbHjJMAzAI/AAAAAAAAAso/Kh_kXZs6IUQ/s1600/WD4040789%2540DEER-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylxheOofgP0/ThbHjJMAzAI/AAAAAAAAAso/Kh_kXZs6IUQ/s200/WD4040789%2540DEER-5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why people made such a fuss about this: http://www.expressandstar.com/news/2011/07/06/were-living-in-a-cul-deer-sac/&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's like the way people were looking at me as though it was something unusual when I went for a walk round where Sammy and Abz live. You'd think no one had ever seen a dog on the street. So what's the big deal? If they want to explore, what's wrong with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8895051195320521161?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8895051195320521161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8895051195320521161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8895051195320521161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8895051195320521161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/exploring.html' title='Exploring'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylxheOofgP0/ThbHjJMAzAI/AAAAAAAAAso/Kh_kXZs6IUQ/s72-c/WD4040789%2540DEER-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3985864675653827682</id><published>2011-07-07T18:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:13:55.542+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><title type='text'>Yearly checkup</title><content type='html'>I've just been to see my doctor. He's a very nice man but I'm not too sure that I let him know that until I know I'm safe and past any nasty surprises he might pull.&lt;br /&gt;He told me I was lovely, healthy, slim,&amp;nbsp; amazing for my age, fit (all the better for chasing),&amp;nbsp; great teeth (all the better for biting), shame about the eyes starting to fail a bit. It's not really a worry to me. The he boss has so many pairs of specs around these days he won't notice if I borrow a pair when I want to read the paper.&lt;br /&gt;The she boss was telling my doctor that I have no problem taking my twice yearly tablets as she just pretends she's dropped some food, then when I nick it, she chases me to make sure I eat it as I think (so she thinks) she wants it back so I swallow it. Does she think I'm stupid. She might as well just give it to me. I know what's good for me but it's good fun making her go through all the routine.&lt;br /&gt;The she boss said I cost her a lot of money today but I think I'm worth it. Cheap at half the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6FgGsOq_wA/ThXo8kIzdSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/7CZQNtlU5vA/s1600/Scrounging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6FgGsOq_wA/ThXo8kIzdSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/7CZQNtlU5vA/s200/Scrounging.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't yet got away with this when I'm watching the floor around the he boss eating but I'm building up to it.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3985864675653827682?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3985864675653827682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3985864675653827682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3985864675653827682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3985864675653827682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/yearly-checkup.html' title='Yearly checkup'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6FgGsOq_wA/ThXo8kIzdSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/7CZQNtlU5vA/s72-c/Scrounging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4105748848474805019</id><published>2011-07-01T22:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:03:51.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Flappy house holiday again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BYG_MrCkXg/Tg4yeDWwGZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oYNi4TH_zhE/s1600/Image0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BYG_MrCkXg/Tg4yeDWwGZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oYNi4TH_zhE/s200/Image0203.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've just had a lovely &lt;a href="http://www.beechcroftfarm.net/index.html"&gt;holiday&lt;/a&gt; with the she boss in our flappy house. This was the refugee camp where we stayed. She was better organised than it looks and she looked after us very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyjMHmAR9yE/Tg4yi6U6e3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/UD089aKAQoI/s1600/Image0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyjMHmAR9yE/Tg4yi6U6e3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/UD089aKAQoI/s200/Image0204.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We saw lots of baby animals. I think they must all arrive overdue up there cos it's so cold as some of them were very new born and cute while some of them were big enough to make a good Sunday dinner or 2. The big woolly mummy sheep all had different types of faces and some looked very scruffy. I wouldn't like a new coat made out of their wool. Some of them were very bold and didn't run away when we walked by them. They even looked like they might chase me instead of me them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5m_MaPE7fM/Tg4y42yMGmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B1dZn3EZC8Y/s1600/Image0208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5m_MaPE7fM/Tg4y42yMGmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B1dZn3EZC8Y/s200/Image0208.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame these sort of big animals aren't so cute when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvX0wgTYQp0/Tg4zENsktWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LlC8F-XZoXU/s1600/Image0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvX0wgTYQp0/Tg4zENsktWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LlC8F-XZoXU/s200/Image0211.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These ones were very very sweet and even came out of the water to say hello to me. It was very exciting and if the she boss hadn't got me tight, I might have got carried away with the excitement! She gave them (and me) some bread but the big fish jumped up and ate most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bWWTfLH2Zg/Tg4yqmqACYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6jRFL9kl9kg/s1600/Image0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bWWTfLH2Zg/Tg4yqmqACYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6jRFL9kl9kg/s200/Image0205.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmCkF_ia1x8/Tg4yvbRhDsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6W54-CHUbpo/s1600/Image0206.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmCkF_ia1x8/Tg4yvbRhDsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6W54-CHUbpo/s200/Image0206.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bWWTfLH2Zg/Tg4yqmqACYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6jRFL9kl9kg/s1600/Image0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmCkF_ia1x8/Tg4yvbRhDsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6W54-CHUbpo/s1600/Image0206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the view from our flappy house which would have been&amp;nbsp; very nice if the she boss didn't put her finger in the way. I was happy to look at it for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxRP2hTFjTs/Tg4y0UxjnvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uVX6CctfPP0/s1600/Image0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxRP2hTFjTs/Tg4y0UxjnvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uVX6CctfPP0/s200/Image0207.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had some very nice skies to look at as well but there were a lot of grey ones too that dropped rain on us. We didn't mind when we were cosy in our flappy house. Not that it flapped much in all the wind cos we were behind a big hedge watching the pretty birds. It's a good job we were cosy cos it was very cold outside and the she boss had to spread her blanket over me one night cos I was shivering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0GRayHsZ_0/Tg4y_sXsUtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/buLNS7bJOT4/s1600/Image0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0GRayHsZ_0/Tg4y_sXsUtI/AAAAAAAAAsc/buLNS7bJOT4/s200/Image0210.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The friend Peter came to see me one day and we took him to see a big lake, the nice countryside and a coffee shop that didn't mind me going inside too and even sold some biscuits especially for me. This was one of my gingerbread men. The she boss tried one but her teeth aren't as strong as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time maybe we'll take the he boss as well to see all the nice views and good walks up the rivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4105748848474805019?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4105748848474805019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4105748848474805019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4105748848474805019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4105748848474805019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/07/flappy-house-holiday-again.html' title='Flappy house holiday again'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BYG_MrCkXg/Tg4yeDWwGZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oYNi4TH_zhE/s72-c/Image0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1552627874959291370</id><published>2011-06-26T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:13:48.751+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beech Croft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Holiday time</title><content type='html'>I'm going on holiday; I know it, I know it. I suspected yesterday when I saw the she boss putting flappy house things in my garage ready by the door and now she's bagged up plenty of food and treats for me so it's really happening. What an exciting day. I've had &lt;a href="http://bethdoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;that Beth&lt;/a&gt; and Edward here, been taken on my field to watch the cricket stuff, long lost friend Jane has been here and now a holiday! Life doesn't get much better than that. I wonder where I'll take the she boss this time.&lt;br /&gt;Only down side was that that Beth was very quiet. I don't think she was very well and I hope she's better soon. I don't like it when people are poorly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1552627874959291370?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1552627874959291370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1552627874959291370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1552627874959291370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1552627874959291370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiday-time.html' title='Holiday time'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3951515092330797512</id><published>2011-06-25T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:27:09.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best mate Snoopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU8nhWTykaw/TgY2eOkq27I/AAAAAAAAAsA/jnwIxgykSm4/s1600/peanuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU8nhWTykaw/TgY2eOkq27I/AAAAAAAAAsA/jnwIxgykSm4/s400/peanuts.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can relate to this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3951515092330797512?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3951515092330797512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3951515092330797512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3951515092330797512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3951515092330797512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-mate-snoopy.html' title='Best mate Snoopy'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU8nhWTykaw/TgY2eOkq27I/AAAAAAAAAsA/jnwIxgykSm4/s72-c/peanuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6766825897762738998</id><published>2011-06-23T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:28:30.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birmingham canals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrow boat'/><title type='text'>Canal trip for some</title><content type='html'>The she and he boss have left me all day today to catch up with sleep after all yesterday's walking. What I didn't know was that they were going to spend the day with another dog (grrr). Archie apparently. "A lovely little dog". I have to admit he smelled OK. They met him on his boat and he let them go all day on it up and down the canal. Not sure that I'd have been too bothered if I'd have been there&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWq184Saco/TgNo_DeSsgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wnRwnc1wDtk/s1600/Image0200.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWq184Saco/TgNo_DeSsgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wnRwnc1wDtk/s200/Image0200.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6766825897762738998?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6766825897762738998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6766825897762738998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6766825897762738998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6766825897762738998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/canal-trip-for-some.html' title='Canal trip for some'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtWq184Saco/TgNo_DeSsgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wnRwnc1wDtk/s72-c/Image0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6785653739057653658</id><published>2011-06-22T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:59:24.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westonbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hergest Ridge'/><title type='text'>Day out at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKHhHWZqCxA/TgJH37Yz4SI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Yeqfk5mpFk/s1600/Image0193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKHhHWZqCxA/TgJH37Yz4SI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Yeqfk5mpFk/s200/Image0193.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had a fab day out. About time too. I've not taken the he and she boss out anywhere good in ages but nagged them into going to some old favourites today. We went to a very nice &lt;a href="http://www.westonburymillwatergardens.com/"&gt;garden&lt;/a&gt; and it didn't rain on us even though it said it was supposed to be a water garden. It rained last time I was there with the she boss. Me and the he boss climbed up the mountain for a picture. I think I must have worn him out as they left me in the car then while they went in the shop for a cuppa and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to check out that one of my holiday places was still there but we didn't take the flappy house this time. I hope we do soon. We did have a paddle in the river though. Well I did but the he boss had his best wedding shoes on so that wasn't a lot of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBT35rjLX0I/TgJH85xBEkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Z_tjEeyEhG4/s1600/Image0197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBT35rjLX0I/TgJH85xBEkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Z_tjEeyEhG4/s200/Image0197.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went then for a brilliant walk and a stop to enjoy the view of silly sheep. I think I look pretty noble here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestest bit of all was when we got home and the she boss decided to measure out what she always feeds me. She's found out that she's been underfeeding me! Starving me more like if you ask me. I'm glad the he boss feeds me sometimes instead cos he always knows I want more. Things are looking up :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6785653739057653658?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6785653739057653658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6785653739057653658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6785653739057653658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6785653739057653658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-out-at-last.html' title='Day out at last'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dKHhHWZqCxA/TgJH37Yz4SI/AAAAAAAAAr0/6Yeqfk5mpFk/s72-c/Image0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-78640626290217668</id><published>2011-06-21T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:04:57.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguin'/><title type='text'>Lost at sea</title><content type='html'>I'd get lost as well if it wasn't for the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-13856024"&gt;she boss&lt;/a&gt;. I think this guy needs one of his own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-78640626290217668?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/78640626290217668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=78640626290217668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/78640626290217668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/78640626290217668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost-at-sea.html' title='Lost at sea'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2494255115682051846</id><published>2011-06-14T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:42:41.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>The she boss says I've caught dogrophobia and that's why I don't like going out anywhere any more. I'm not sure where I'd have caught it as I haven't been anywhere. Maybe one of my friends who's been round brought it with them although that means they'd have been out to have come here so maybe it's not them unless it doesn't count getting in the car and driving here. I don't mind being in the car myself. It feels nice and safe especially when the she boss drives me :-) Or even just sitting in it outside when there's too many visitors in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I think she might have to drive me to my doctor sometime to see if they can give me some magic medicine that tastes nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2494255115682051846?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2494255115682051846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2494255115682051846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2494255115682051846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2494255115682051846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1969770902044531815</id><published>2011-06-07T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:06:24.936+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda.'/><title type='text'>More about baths</title><content type='html'>I've managed to get rid of the bathday smell. Mr Fox had a poo in my garden the other night so that was a good smell to roll around in. I don't think the she boss is too keen and she gave me wet scrub but at least it wasn't the full wet thing.&lt;br /&gt;She never keeps still and is always doing something. That's something the he boss says about me but she isn't much better. She's been chopping down all my bamBOO which is a bit of a shame. I was hoping a friendly panda would come by to check it out. They look fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1969770902044531815?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1969770902044531815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1969770902044531815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1969770902044531815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1969770902044531815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-about-baths.html' title='More about baths'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5650437953494754157</id><published>2011-06-04T14:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:25:14.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc martins'/><title type='text'>Nice n clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL-rK5kmg4I/Teoxf1lITzI/AAAAAAAAArs/eglt2-EB3uA/s1600/Image0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL-rK5kmg4I/Teoxf1lITzI/AAAAAAAAArs/eglt2-EB3uA/s320/Image0190.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my bathday! I knew it as soon as I saw the she boss put her apron on. I'm an unwilling but obedient participant and have to admit that I feel a lot better for it. I found a nice smelly bit on the grass afterwards to put some of my own smells back in. Here's a before and after or during and after .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsADLcafmps/TeoxjGnXCMI/AAAAAAAAArw/GsHJNXfYO7o/s1600/Image0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsADLcafmps/TeoxjGnXCMI/AAAAAAAAArw/GsHJNXfYO7o/s320/Image0191.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All nice and fluffy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5650437953494754157?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5650437953494754157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5650437953494754157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5650437953494754157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5650437953494754157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice-n-clean.html' title='Nice n clean'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL-rK5kmg4I/Teoxf1lITzI/AAAAAAAAArs/eglt2-EB3uA/s72-c/Image0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8591499796103819187</id><published>2011-06-02T22:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:41:26.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderflower wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cordial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='champagne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thicko'/><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can be so thick for someone so intelligent. I ran out of the door windows from the room tonight to chase the fox off from the garden but then forgot the windows were open and was asking the she boss to let me in the back door. Doh! At least she wasn't stupid enough to let me in that way.&lt;br /&gt;I made up for it by catching a spider running across the floor. It was pretty tasty. Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;I went with the she boss on the field to help her get some flowers off the trees. I'm not too sure why we were doing it but she needed my help anyway. She's been putting them in lots of buckets and bowls. They smell nice and I think they're going to end up in the big bottles that bubble and boil out the top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8591499796103819187?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8591499796103819187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8591499796103819187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8591499796103819187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8591499796103819187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/dumb.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5595293894069600484</id><published>2011-06-01T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:40:58.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackheath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy eye'/><title type='text'>Samz n Abz</title><content type='html'>I know where Sammy and Abimaro live now cos the he and she boss took me in the car. It's a real long way but I don't mind travelling too much as long as we have a break some times to stretch my tail and legs. It's very nice there even though they only seem to live upstairs. Normally I'm not really allowed up but there wasn't a lot of choice really. Abimaro blogs like me too and she was doing it while we were there. I showed her how to put links in like &lt;a href="http://www.abimaro.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. We went to a big park with lots of space but with lots of scary things too so I was glad to get back to the car for some peace and quiet while everyone else went for a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJy8dWqpH3c/TeZ5cD_dSOI/AAAAAAAAAro/VuH5kZDRfsg/s1600/Image0188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJy8dWqpH3c/TeZ5cD_dSOI/AAAAAAAAAro/VuH5kZDRfsg/s320/Image0188.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A picture to show how well I behaved. I hate to say it but I look a bit cross eyed here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5595293894069600484?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5595293894069600484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5595293894069600484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5595293894069600484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5595293894069600484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/06/samz-n-abz.html' title='Samz n Abz'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJy8dWqpH3c/TeZ5cD_dSOI/AAAAAAAAAro/VuH5kZDRfsg/s72-c/Image0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6516090404730475473</id><published>2011-05-28T20:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:43:26.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodgy belly</title><content type='html'>All better now. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6516090404730475473?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6516090404730475473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6516090404730475473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6516090404730475473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6516090404730475473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/dodgy-belly.html' title='Dodgy belly'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8972777034319988517</id><published>2011-05-26T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:20:23.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squits'/><title type='text'>Yuk</title><content type='html'>I've had a poorly tummy. I don't know where it came from but it's been doing some very embarrassing things. Especially when the he boss was foolish enough to leave me in his new car for a couple of hours. If he'd got a dodgy bum, would he be able to sit without being able to get to a toilet for 2 hours? So it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's getting better now and I haven't had that urgent feeling hardly at all today. The she boss was beginning to get worried that it was going to cost money I think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8972777034319988517?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8972777034319988517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8972777034319988517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8972777034319988517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8972777034319988517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/yuk.html' title='Yuk'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8070447120563610424</id><published>2011-05-19T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:55:17.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We don't get all &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-13451965"&gt;this trouble&lt;/a&gt; when the she boss takes me on the bus or train. Maybe she doesn't pay cos I don't like it on there very much and usually hide under her seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mx2NCosptk/TdUhJ-sYWFI/AAAAAAAAArk/EUKjnuOgFhQ/s1600/_52831440_george.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mx2NCosptk/TdUhJ-sYWFI/AAAAAAAAArk/EUKjnuOgFhQ/s200/_52831440_george.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8070447120563610424?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8070447120563610424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8070447120563610424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8070447120563610424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8070447120563610424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/travelling.html' title='Travelling'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mx2NCosptk/TdUhJ-sYWFI/AAAAAAAAArk/EUKjnuOgFhQ/s72-c/_52831440_george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3709797465641256359</id><published>2011-05-15T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:15:27.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken keeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Too busy</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit fed up this week cos the she boss is never here for me. She's been coming and going at all times with different bags and coming home with different smells that I don't recognise. I thought last week, just for a moment, that we were having a holiday in the flappy house but then she gave it to theFriendPeter with the mat she sleeps on in it and he took it away with him. He might taken me on his holiday if he really was a kind person. It would have been better than being here wondering what was going on although it has been very cold. I remember last year I was shivering at night time and the she boss had to wrap me up in a blanket when we were away.&lt;br /&gt;Sammy came home for a couple of nights. I didn't see much of him either but it was a nice surprise when he came through the door in the middle of the night. I told him how happy I was to see him but he didn't play with me much while he was here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting plenty of walks in my field with the he boss but I wish life was a bit more exciting and someone would pay a bit more attention to me. I wonder how green the grass is next door at Terry's. I hear he might be getting some chickens. At least that would be company. Or I could go over the road to Tricia and John's. They like me and they've already got chickens so I wouldn't be on my own when they went out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3709797465641256359?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3709797465641256359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3709797465641256359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3709797465641256359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3709797465641256359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-busy.html' title='Too busy'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1377615538053220278</id><published>2011-05-07T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:41:22.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that happen to dogs'/><title type='text'>Funny video</title><content type='html'>I've been having loads of friends coming and going. It's brilliant. Shame about the noises that keep scaring me enough to make me run back home whenever I go on my nice field. I'm fast going off it.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the she boss saw &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2012382155067"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and thought you might like it. I think we appreciated it for different reasons. She found it really funny but I felt real sorry for the poor dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1377615538053220278?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1377615538053220278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1377615538053220278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1377615538053220278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1377615538053220278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/funny-video.html' title='Funny video'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4845176069963030596</id><published>2011-05-04T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:20:39.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bluetits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birdhouse'/><title type='text'>Baby birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj28CtS_JZ0/TcGJwvFicEI/AAAAAAAAArY/wEjfgsYMy64/s1600/DSC02228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj28CtS_JZ0/TcGJwvFicEI/AAAAAAAAArY/wEjfgsYMy64/s200/DSC02228.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had 2 little birds moved into the house on our house. They seem to like it there as they have decided to marry and raise their family. We haven't seen their babies yet but they must be growing the amount of yellow caterpillars they're eating. That Mum and Dad must be worn out all that flying backwards and forwards.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the babies get sick of the same food all the time or are like me and quite happy as long as something different gets thrown in occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzWWOL-VNrU/TcGJz5sJ4qI/AAAAAAAAArc/zVysNUm2goc/s1600/DSC02235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nzWWOL-VNrU/TcGJz5sJ4qI/AAAAAAAAArc/zVysNUm2goc/s200/DSC02235.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These aren't very brilliant pictures but the grown up is sitting on top of the house on one and you can see his/her bum disappearing inside on the other. They do fit honest.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are 2 families in there even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4845176069963030596?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4845176069963030596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4845176069963030596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4845176069963030596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4845176069963030596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-birds.html' title='Baby birds'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gj28CtS_JZ0/TcGJwvFicEI/AAAAAAAAArY/wEjfgsYMy64/s72-c/DSC02228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3504764557352739410</id><published>2011-04-30T16:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:48:53.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royal wedding'/><title type='text'>Parties and weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swSY_86RWo8/Tb7RChXBTUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/x1O9I-Dpnz4/s1600/DSC_6765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swSY_86RWo8/Tb7RChXBTUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/x1O9I-Dpnz4/s320/DSC_6765.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's been another wedding. We didn't know them this time but the he and she boss watched a lot of it on the picture box. For some reason we had a party for everyone in our road in my garden even though we didn't know the people getting married or a lot of the people who came to my garden. There were lots more than on this picture. I went in the car cos I find it all a bit much but I came in later when it quietened down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOIYqthz0ow/Tb7RH6m_6kI/AAAAAAAAArU/7OfGh8uUe-I/s1600/DSC_6771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOIYqthz0ow/Tb7RH6m_6kI/AAAAAAAAArU/7OfGh8uUe-I/s200/DSC_6771.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the nice ladies liked taking pictures and like me so liked taking pictures of me. This is one she sent me but it doesn't really do me any favours cos I don't look very happy there. I was really. There was lots of food left on the floor for me to find. &lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to go home and stayed very late. I think all the stuff that the she boss puts into bottles sometimes had something to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;I helped tidy up today and put all the flags away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3504764557352739410?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3504764557352739410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3504764557352739410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3504764557352739410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3504764557352739410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/parties-and-weddings.html' title='Parties and weddings'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swSY_86RWo8/Tb7RChXBTUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/x1O9I-Dpnz4/s72-c/DSC_6765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3308379852090134187</id><published>2011-04-27T21:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:11:38.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snoopy'/><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZHZ5vJcPqs/TblTOM44R9I/AAAAAAAAArM/pApkX-MfmCI/s1600/snoopy-dance-728475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZHZ5vJcPqs/TblTOM44R9I/AAAAAAAAArM/pApkX-MfmCI/s320/snoopy-dance-728475.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was me tonight when the she boss came home inside of me and nearly outside of me. She went out really early when it wasn't properly light and came back late when it wasn't properly dark. I don't know where she'd been all day but boy, did I miss her even though me mate Patrick had been to see me. Life all feels right when she's back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3308379852090134187?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3308379852090134187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3308379852090134187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3308379852090134187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3308379852090134187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZHZ5vJcPqs/TblTOM44R9I/AAAAAAAAArM/pApkX-MfmCI/s72-c/snoopy-dance-728475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2504627414318598761</id><published>2011-04-20T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:13:26.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sutton park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litter'/><title type='text'>Evening walks out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnHfvpBlLqs/Ta9ZrvYltMI/AAAAAAAAArE/dQiuaVmaTEk/s1600/Image0183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnHfvpBlLqs/Ta9ZrvYltMI/AAAAAAAAArE/dQiuaVmaTEk/s200/Image0183.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lovely walk tonight over Sutton Park. I haven't been there for a while. It was a bit spoilt by the he and she boss keeping on stopping to pick up plastic bottles to put in what were supposed to be my poo bags. I can't say I blame them; it looked a bit of a mess. It wasn't like that last time I went.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sunset was pretty nice. Better than the one theFriendPeter saw when he went out for a walk this week. His was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kczBtjghPio/Ta9Z_M4EcyI/AAAAAAAAArI/QFgbrBsvqeQ/s1600/x2_599fd59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kczBtjghPio/Ta9Z_M4EcyI/AAAAAAAAArI/QFgbrBsvqeQ/s200/x2_599fd59.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;No cars in the way with his though.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The he boss spoilt my nice evening when we came back by talking about my &lt;a href="http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/colour-purple.html"&gt;purple poo&lt;/a&gt; again. Can't he just forgive and forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2504627414318598761?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2504627414318598761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2504627414318598761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2504627414318598761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2504627414318598761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/evening-walks-out.html' title='Evening walks out'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnHfvpBlLqs/Ta9ZrvYltMI/AAAAAAAAArE/dQiuaVmaTEk/s72-c/Image0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6379805892500793097</id><published>2011-04-18T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:04:31.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasps'/><title type='text'>Hostage</title><content type='html'>We've had lots of comings and goings including buzzy things and little people. Samz and Abz have passed through showing off some new rings on their fingers. That Beth has been, gone, come back and I think is going again. I don't think she can make her mind up. Aunty Joy and Uncle Ted have been to see me with another lady and a little person. I didn't get chance to find out for myself if I liked them as the she boss made up her mind that I wouldn't and shut me out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;A buzzy thing came in our sun lounge just when I was by the back door waiting to go in. The she boss was outside getting all the clothes off the twirly cobweb thing so didn't know I was stuck. I was scared. I couldn't get in the house and I didn't dare go past the buzzy thing. I was hostage in my own bed! When the she boss came through, she understood (again) and sent it away. What would I do without her to look after me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6379805892500793097?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6379805892500793097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6379805892500793097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6379805892500793097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6379805892500793097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/hostage.html' title='Hostage'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6686843118603308238</id><published>2011-04-14T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:52:33.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep rustling'/><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zggs4N8zqfM/TadrsL1-IqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fnGlHauP1y4/s1600/_52165078_lambsforonline2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zggs4N8zqfM/TadrsL1-IqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fnGlHauP1y4/s200/_52165078_lambsforonline2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPZ2IosiuP0/Tadr_-Xgs5I/AAAAAAAAArA/NEeLEqb7KCg/s1600/Car_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPZ2IosiuP0/Tadr_-Xgs5I/AAAAAAAAArA/NEeLEqb7KCg/s200/Car_2.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-birmingham-13080128&amp;nbsp; They're complaining that it was cruel to have these lambs in a car but I think there's no comparison. If that RSPCA saw where I fitted they'd be the ones having a fit but I like it and I feel safe. If I get put in the back with all the space, I'm rolling around all over the place. I'm not so keen when the he boss is sitting there cos he's fidgety and takes up a lot of space himself. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway what if they just fancied a ride out into the town for a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6686843118603308238?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6686843118603308238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6686843118603308238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6686843118603308238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6686843118603308238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zggs4N8zqfM/TadrsL1-IqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fnGlHauP1y4/s72-c/_52165078_lambsforonline2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2898877095070395444</id><published>2011-04-10T16:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:35:42.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blimp</title><content type='html'>The she boss has seen that blimping plane without the wings again today. Do you think they've been flying around all this time? What does the driver do when he needs the toilet? Do you think they're stuck? Maybe if someone had a bow and arrow .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2898877095070395444?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2898877095070395444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2898877095070395444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2898877095070395444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2898877095070395444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/blimp.html' title='Blimp'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2676932473635935272</id><published>2011-04-09T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:16:42.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blimp'/><title type='text'>Summer days</title><content type='html'>It looks like it's summer - the sun is shining hotly and the days are big. The she boss doesn't seem to be going off in the car every day any more which is nice for company for me. I had one walk that should have been really good but there were big bangs going on so I'd have been quite happy waiting in the car. My field is getting busy now and there seem to be lots of little people on there a lot so that isn't much good for my walks there. A middlingly little person was climbing a tree by my field gate. It scared me so I hid in the house. The he boss came to my rescue and told him to get back down his own end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euDZO3fb8h0/TaBNsK1eaCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DqYQBhN32So/s1600/Image0180.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euDZO3fb8h0/TaBNsK1eaCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DqYQBhN32So/s200/Image0180.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's all been happening cos yesterday a plane with no wings was blimping over my house. How does it do that then? Doesn't it need the wings to fly like birds do? &lt;br /&gt;They both took me in the car all up the big road last night and I thought maybe we were going to theFriendPeter's. We didn't get that far but we found him anyway. We took him for a drive in our car then we stopped in the dark and all looked at his phone for a while. I'm not sure what was going on but apart from not exploring anywhere, there were some nice smells for me. It was a funny howdyado if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;This sunny weather makes the he and she boss do some different things and they've been in the garden a lot with me. Today, the she boss has been polishing all the windows. It means I can see down the road better but she wasn't too happy about my wet nose. I told here that can see better if I get closer. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think she's finished now so we can all have a rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2676932473635935272?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2676932473635935272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2676932473635935272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2676932473635935272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2676932473635935272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-days.html' title='Summer days'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euDZO3fb8h0/TaBNsK1eaCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/DqYQBhN32So/s72-c/Image0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-7759225464592303619</id><published>2011-04-03T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:51:02.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy G&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>And the bride wore red shoes!</title><content type='html'>It's been a strange sort of week. First the she boss went off really early when I wasn't looking with lots of bags and all her knitting and didn't come back for days and days! The he boss looked after me great and took me lots of walks until that Beth arrived here early one day. I thought that was it until they both cleared off and left me all on my own the next day. They'd taken lots of bags as well so I was pretty worried but thankfully &lt;a href="http://www.peternicholls.me.uk/"&gt;theFriendPeter&lt;/a&gt; must have realised I was lonely and unhappy and came to have one of his holidays with me. It was nice except he keeps sleeping but he did take me out in his car to a new shop and also to see some new people. Their house had some new interesting smells and tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NnzTG68_DI/TZizUXInnHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/p99hM_iBv8E/s1600/Image0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NnzTG68_DI/TZizUXInnHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/p99hM_iBv8E/s200/Image0177.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm really glad though that the he and she boss have come back tonight and theFriendPeter cooked them some nice tea. Apparently it was all something to do with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/s2thag"&gt;Samz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://abimaro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abz &lt;/a&gt;and they've got themselves dressed up in lots of fancy clothes and got married! Another Mr and Mrs. And Abzy wore RED shoes!!! Whatever next? Is that allowed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-7759225464592303619?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7759225464592303619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=7759225464592303619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7759225464592303619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7759225464592303619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-bride-wore-red-shoes.html' title='And the bride wore red shoes!'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NnzTG68_DI/TZizUXInnHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/p99hM_iBv8E/s72-c/Image0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-9118875495866758466</id><published>2011-03-26T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:46:02.447Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agraphobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple poo'/><title type='text'>The colour purple</title><content type='html'>The she boss put some very purple slippers in the bin which I rescued. They were too good for that and made some good fun for me to play with and were VERY tasty. Only thing is, I'm very embarrassed about the effect. I've been doing purple poos. The he boss rubs it in and keeps telling everyone and saying the dreaded words which I don't like so I slink out of the room looking very guilty. I'm not really sure why I should feel guilty though but it's yet another sound that sends shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park yesterday but I didn't like it. There were scary noises again and I wanted to go back but the she boss wouldn't let me. There's scary noises everywhere these days. The she boss says I'm getting angryphobia and if I'm not careful I'll never go further than my garden. That doesn't feel a bad idea to me at the moment. Although Sammy's come today and had the nerve to say I look fatter!! I've been on Dukan for a long time as well so it obviously doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've done them all a favour with the purple poos. At least you can see them easy for clearing up for me or just not treading in them. Wonder if they do glow in the dark slippers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-9118875495866758466?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9118875495866758466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=9118875495866758466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9118875495866758466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9118875495866758466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/colour-purple.html' title='The colour purple'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6254797638221031319</id><published>2011-03-23T18:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:07:28.675Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferret'/><title type='text'>Trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aCR5HcVhJPE/TYo1-e8dkeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fULvDv832LI/s1600/_51786836_mickey_ferret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aCR5HcVhJPE/TYo1-e8dkeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fULvDv832LI/s320/_51786836_mickey_ferret.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-edinburgh-east-fife-12820220"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-edinburgh-east-fife-12820220&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's an idea. Let me think now. I know if I go left out of our road then right and keep going I get to one of those train things and I've been on before with the she boss so I know what to do. Where shall I go? I could go and see Sammy and Abz or theFriendPeter or anyone I suppose really or just a really nice walk on some more hills. Wonder if I could find my way to Malvern?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6254797638221031319?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6254797638221031319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6254797638221031319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6254797638221031319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6254797638221031319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/trains.html' title='Trains'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aCR5HcVhJPE/TYo1-e8dkeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fULvDv832LI/s72-c/_51786836_mickey_ferret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-9028525143549198089</id><published>2011-03-21T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:30:28.729Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicks'/><title type='text'>Chicken  dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yWk_i-JuPcM/TYfC8HIjlqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ulkzvLCgxDk/s1600/Image0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yWk_i-JuPcM/TYfC8HIjlqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ulkzvLCgxDk/s200/Image0173.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look how they've grown. The she boss went back to see them for a cuddle and said they were very sweet. I could smell she'd been holding one but it wasn't that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I was more interested in the walk we went on in my field later until someone lit one of those flashy bangy things and scared the life out of me. Why does someone have to spoil things for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-9028525143549198089?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028525143549198089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=9028525143549198089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9028525143549198089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/9028525143549198089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/chicken-dinner.html' title='Chicken  dinner'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yWk_i-JuPcM/TYfC8HIjlqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ulkzvLCgxDk/s72-c/Image0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2255964167570416905</id><published>2011-03-19T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:26:31.413Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malvern'/><title type='text'>Back to the hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4FlHdoE2S0s/TYUBu-TuC-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/V70l9uNZPmc/s1600/Image0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4FlHdoE2S0s/TYUBu-TuC-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/V70l9uNZPmc/s200/Image0171.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4FlHdoE2S0s/TYUBu-TuC-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/V70l9uNZPmc/s1600/Image0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today the sun shone and me and the she boss had a drive to our favourite walking hills. It was fab. A bit busy but we managed to find some quiet to sit down and take it all in. You can't beat Malvern hills grass for back scratching. Bliss. Nowhere like it. The she boss really made my day with what she brought to eat. Usually I get handed a slice of orange or an apple core but today she had chicken!! And she was kind enough to give me all the skin and the knuckly bits. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;This was the flea's eye view from the top. Lots to see so I kept guard while she got her breath back. She didn't do bad seeing as we've not done it in a long time but she's not as quick as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1JRxVJ_TVQA/TYUBxaZon-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Q9iY_oOyuqE/s1600/Image0172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1JRxVJ_TVQA/TYUBxaZon-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Q9iY_oOyuqE/s200/Image0172.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2255964167570416905?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2255964167570416905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2255964167570416905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2255964167570416905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2255964167570416905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-hills.html' title='Back to the hills'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4FlHdoE2S0s/TYUBu-TuC-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/V70l9uNZPmc/s72-c/Image0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6636465536767910529</id><published>2011-03-11T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:09:48.898Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Big days again</title><content type='html'>We've got big days now again and it's still day when the she boss brings my car onto my drive. I think she likes it and is starting to come in my garden more again with me. She was digging up some of the prickly branches for me so I can run through the bushes better without anything hurting me. I don't think the bushes liked her disturbing their peace cos one of them jumped up and poked her in the eye. It looks very red. It's a good job it's not THE BIG WEDDING DAY just yet. I hear rumour that I can't go this time and that theFriendPeter is going to come on holiday here for some good company. I shall look forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6636465536767910529?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6636465536767910529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6636465536767910529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6636465536767910529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6636465536767910529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-days-again.html' title='Big days again'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6175136684959835055</id><published>2011-03-09T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:13:31.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubate'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zd1XRqOm6Zo/TXfQxMpzoJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QMYB8spBzN4/s1600/Image0166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zd1XRqOm6Zo/TXfQxMpzoJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QMYB8spBzN4/s200/Image0166.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The she boss reckons she goes and does lots of busyness when she goes out every day and brings me tasty bits like apple cores back but look at this! She's spent a good while playing with little people today and watching baby chickens trying to get out of eggs. She said they were very cute. I can do cute too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6175136684959835055?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175136684959835055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6175136684959835055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6175136684959835055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6175136684959835055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zd1XRqOm6Zo/TXfQxMpzoJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QMYB8spBzN4/s72-c/Image0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6202142285970867130</id><published>2011-03-04T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:00:53.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearing range'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Bad walk</title><content type='html'>It was supposed to be a nice walk I took the she boss on today. Not for long. Why do people going round spoiling their walks (and mine) by hitting hard little balls with sticks that whizz past my ears if I'm (they're) not careful and make a horrible noise in my ears that scares me witless - although some would argue that I had no wits to start with whatever they look like.&lt;br /&gt;We'd got nowhere at all when I heard it so I tried to go back to the car but the she boss was having none of it. She dragged me a long way before she'd let me go back. Boy was I glad to be back somewhere safe away from the clangs.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm a home dog really and am happy to stay in my house and go on my field when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6202142285970867130?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6202142285970867130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6202142285970867130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6202142285970867130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6202142285970867130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-walk.html' title='Bad walk'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8163105003980302492</id><published>2011-03-03T18:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:37:52.140Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl'/><title type='text'>Twit who</title><content type='html'>There's an owl lives in the tree at the end of our garden. I hear him a lot at night. Just lately, when me and the she boss go on the field at night he follows us flying across and then back again when we come round the other side. I can't say I'm very interested really but the she boss thought you might like to know. Can't see me getting a photo to show you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8163105003980302492?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8163105003980302492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8163105003980302492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8163105003980302492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8163105003980302492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/03/twit-who.html' title='Twit who'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6949334415763225126</id><published>2011-02-28T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:23:20.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping trolley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><title type='text'>Shopping trolleys</title><content type='html'>The she boss took me shopping tonight. Of course no one lets me go in with her but I stay on guard outside. It's pretty good as we go across my field on the way and way back so I can have a good run around.&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't mind staying outside and the she boss ties me up by all the shiny metal. Tonight though there were lots of people taking the metal things out and bringing them back. They made a very scary noise and it felt like the she boss was a long time. I was so relieved when she came back. She saw I was very scared and told me how sorry she was. I don't think that will happen again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6949334415763225126?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6949334415763225126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6949334415763225126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6949334415763225126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6949334415763225126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/shopping-trolleys.html' title='Shopping trolleys'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-7683238610472976360</id><published>2011-02-19T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:20:45.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aardvaark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-bristol-12514325"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSm7TnLSyNE/TWBOyG4_wwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RlvgDCqZxjQ/s200/StripyBaby.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-essex-12514300"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgoSG4klnVI/TWBOxtKNfBI/AAAAAAAAAqY/EYxGdZim2qE/s200/ILIkeAardvaarks.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of babies in the news today. I particularly liked the baby aardvaark. I wonder if one would fit in the little room under our stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-7683238610472976360?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683238610472976360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=7683238610472976360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7683238610472976360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7683238610472976360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dSm7TnLSyNE/TWBOyG4_wwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RlvgDCqZxjQ/s72-c/StripyBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3114031670275446237</id><published>2011-02-09T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:33:31.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>Scrap! Scrap! Scrap! Scrap!</title><content type='html'>I got in REAL trouble today. The he boss had taken me for a pretty good walk so he didn't deserve the trouble I gave him. Although it wasn't altogether my fault. I just don't like little dogs and one appeared out of the blue over the rough area we walk so I had a go at him. I couldn't do much cos the he boss had put the cage on my face which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;It was all a bit bad cos the he boss with the little dog fell over and then my he boss fell over him! I wish I had opposable thumbs to work a camera. The he boss got up and picked me up out of the way but would you believe - that snappy little rascal jumped up, bit the he boss, ripped a hole in his trousers and was hanging on to the cage on my nose while the he boss was swinging him round on the end of my nose trying to get him off. I was glad for once that I had got the cage on else he would have really hurt me. I didn't know it was meant for that.&lt;br /&gt;I have got a pawly poor out of it all though. The she boss has given me some sympathy tonight and had a look at where it's sore. I'm doing plenty of limping to make sure she doesn't forget. I'm pretty stiff. I'm not as young as I was at the last good one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3114031670275446237?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3114031670275446237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3114031670275446237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3114031670275446237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3114031670275446237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/scrap-scrap-scrap-scrap.html' title='Scrap! Scrap! Scrap! Scrap!'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3554505065062124997</id><published>2011-02-07T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:36:48.912Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>It's not fair. That Beth comes along here cool as anything and doesn't even let on that she's got nearly 500 followers on &lt;a href="http://bethdoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;b&gt;500!!!&lt;/b&gt; And there's me with 2! Where's all mine that's what I want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3554505065062124997?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3554505065062124997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3554505065062124997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3554505065062124997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3554505065062124997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3986408816379364488</id><published>2011-02-03T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:36:59.203Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence'/><title type='text'>Mr Fox</title><content type='html'>Something's been digging under our fence. It smells like Mr Fox to me. For once my poo might have come in useful. The she boss put all she could find from the garden in the hole along with all the ashes from the cosy fire. She's trying to get me to do my poos there from now on but I don't think she understands just how hard that is. I'm still working on getting the hang of the dog loo. Maybe I'm just getting too old to learn new tricks. I'll be 11 soon!! I need to start thinking what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3986408816379364488?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3986408816379364488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3986408816379364488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3986408816379364488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3986408816379364488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-fox.html' title='Mr Fox'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-7768699384466978089</id><published>2011-01-30T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:31:55.960Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking gorilla'/><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>I can do that:&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-12303651"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-12303651&lt;/a&gt;. The difference is, I've got a tail to keep my bum modestly hidden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-7768699384466978089?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7768699384466978089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=7768699384466978089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7768699384466978089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/7768699384466978089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5704784812042232328</id><published>2011-01-28T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:03:59.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bones'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>We've had one of those paper goody days where I get excited about the paper and everyone else seems to like what's inside. The other thing I like is that lots of people come to see me. That Beth came and lived here for a few days as well. No Gary Cat though. I hope he was alright with Ed looking after him. That Beth did some nice cooking for us all. Last night the he and she boss went out and it smelled like they'd eaten something nice again. This time they brought me back a nice bit of knuckly stuff. I think there might have been a bone in there somewhere too but I'm not allowed those. I like them very much but they always come back on the kitchen floor in the night so they can't be too keen on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5704784812042232328?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5704784812042232328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5704784812042232328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5704784812042232328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5704784812042232328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2543452313490506124</id><published>2011-01-21T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:55:40.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting lost'/><title type='text'>Strange way of going about stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TTsZ-DaQ7FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e_dzguPwCMg/s1600/Image0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TTsZ-DaQ7FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e_dzguPwCMg/s200/Image0158.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a strange sort of week. The he and she boss seem to have been out loads. The thing is, they both go out early in the car then the he boss comes back when it's nearly my dinner time in the car without the she boss. She comes back even later and walks in. It looks like he's taken her somewhere a long way every day to try and lose her. He should know she knows her way around better than him and is likely to find her way back. I'm glad she does. She brings me one of these back everyday for a present. Tasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2543452313490506124?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2543452313490506124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2543452313490506124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2543452313490506124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2543452313490506124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/strange-way-of-going-about-stuff.html' title='Strange way of going about stuff'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TTsZ-DaQ7FI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e_dzguPwCMg/s72-c/Image0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5857828938114845512</id><published>2011-01-15T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:26:07.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Sammy G</title><content type='html'>Groan. Sammy's gone again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5857828938114845512?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5857828938114845512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5857828938114845512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5857828938114845512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5857828938114845512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/sammy-g_15.html' title='Sammy G'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8909680036582222375</id><published>2011-01-15T00:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:25:21.555Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night time'/><title type='text'>Sammy G</title><content type='html'>Yay! Sammy's home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8909680036582222375?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8909680036582222375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8909680036582222375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8909680036582222375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8909680036582222375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/sammy-g.html' title='Sammy G'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1254963046584285350</id><published>2011-01-08T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:03:09.690Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food grapes'/><title type='text'>Grapes</title><content type='html'>Uncle Ted and Aunty Joy have been here tonight doing lots of eating, talking and watching on our picture box. I thought Uncle Ted was my friend but he sat and ate all my grapes. I tried asking by sitting nicely and looking longingly but he didn't get the hint or didn't want to so then I tried glaring until the she boss told me off for being&amp;nbsp; rude and sent me out the room. Honestly! Is it my house and my grapes or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1254963046584285350?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1254963046584285350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1254963046584285350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1254963046584285350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1254963046584285350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/grapes.html' title='Grapes'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1811372831411976260</id><published>2011-01-07T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:35:21.702Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constipation'/><title type='text'>Millie Dog Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TSdcArZkE2I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZfbaByu0418/s1600/Image0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TSdcArZkE2I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZfbaByu0418/s200/Image0156.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TSdcDRDPKuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YNKeq3mWVEA/s200/Image0157.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The she boss has been having a sort out. It was absolute bliss for me. All that paper. I know it looks like I'm not very nice on that picture but I'm smiling really. Honest. I wasn't allowed too much. Something about bunging me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1811372831411976260?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1811372831411976260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1811372831411976260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1811372831411976260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1811372831411976260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/millie-dog-heaven.html' title='Millie Dog Heaven'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TSdcArZkE2I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZfbaByu0418/s72-c/Image0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-2698070966563609175</id><published>2011-01-04T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:04:28.878Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitors'/><title type='text'>Parties</title><content type='html'>It's been all madness here for ages! We've had so many people coming and going - new friends, old friends, new family, old family. I think the only person who didn't like me was a lady called Misha who was here last night. I was very good and kept out of her way even when she went upstairs to the little room with the funny drinking bowl in.&lt;br /&gt;We've done a lot of coming and going ourselves which has meant some pretty good walks and a visit to Gary Cat's house. It was nice to catch up with him and his adventures. It's been very cold for both of us and no one's bought him a warm coat although he's got a thicker one of his own than me. I'm just glad of the hot flickery fire we've got.&lt;br /&gt;At last it was quiet today with just the he boss and me. Phew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-2698070966563609175?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2698070966563609175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=2698070966563609175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2698070966563609175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/2698070966563609175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/parties.html' title='Parties'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6529459867537096391</id><published>2010-12-29T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:29:51.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas walks'/><title type='text'>Sutton Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRvD4VO04oI/AAAAAAAAAqE/XtvcDrGfXk8/s1600/Image0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRvD4VO04oI/AAAAAAAAAqE/XtvcDrGfXk8/s200/Image0155.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went for a really nice walk today in Sutton Park with lots of my friends and a new dog called Darling Dutch. What sort of a name is that for a great big dog? TheMillieDog is much cooler. As you can see, nearly all the cold white has gone but it was very slidy on the paths and people with 2 legs were struggling to get along. It was very foggy and mizzly as well but I enjoyed it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6529459867537096391?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6529459867537096391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6529459867537096391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6529459867537096391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6529459867537096391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sutton-park.html' title='Sutton Park'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRvD4VO04oI/AAAAAAAAAqE/XtvcDrGfXk8/s72-c/Image0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5576765874732845816</id><published>2010-12-26T10:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:22:02.782Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft toy'/><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRcWqNJ4JqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZCUOUhhijjw/s1600/Image0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRcWqNJ4JqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZCUOUhhijjw/s320/Image0153.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the things that arrived all wrapped up in paper was a usurper. Here he is ......&lt;br /&gt;He's been sitting on the she bosses lap just too much. I'm pretty scared of him and am keeping well out of the way. Every time I go anywhere near he looks at me in a threatening sort of way and then just sits there smirking. It's at times like this I hate paper parcel days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5576765874732845816?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5576765874732845816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5576765874732845816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5576765874732845816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5576765874732845816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRcWqNJ4JqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZCUOUhhijjw/s72-c/Image0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1992194272873153771</id><published>2010-12-25T10:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:24:51.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwF-CVVuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a3TlSLp5zK4/s1600/Image0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwCsFpztI/AAAAAAAAAp0/72K8eQ-6hQc/s1600/Image0151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it looks like it's the big day for lots of things in paper. I get to have the paper and everyone else gets excited about what's inside it. Oh and the food. Lovely smells coming from everywhere! I hope they remember to go for a walk with me somewhere in all this. Apparently it's someone's birthday and not just Aunty Linda's. Whoever it is, I'm glad we're included in the celebration. Thank you. Maybe it's the baby we saw born on the picture box last night. We all enjoyed those&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00x15ny"&gt; programmes&lt;/a&gt; and even I sat and watched them from the she boss's lap. It was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here's my Christmas greeting card - one of me eating the snow. I will miss it when it's gone. And one of my field. It was beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwF-CVVuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a3TlSLp5zK4/s1600/Image0152.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwF-CVVuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a3TlSLp5zK4/s200/Image0152.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwCsFpztI/AAAAAAAAAp0/72K8eQ-6hQc/s1600/Image0151.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwCsFpztI/AAAAAAAAAp0/72K8eQ-6hQc/s200/Image0151.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1992194272873153771?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1992194272873153771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1992194272873153771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1992194272873153771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1992194272873153771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-christmas-day.html' title='Happy Christmas day'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TRXwF-CVVuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a3TlSLp5zK4/s72-c/Image0152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-3835670792043789997</id><published>2010-12-21T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:14:39.201Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A hundred and one uses of a dead cat'/><title type='text'>Cat and chips</title><content type='html'>The she boss has had me really worried today. I wondered what was going on when we went for a walk on my field and she took a dustbin bag with her. I thought she was expecting me to do enormous poos. Instead, would you believe, she collected that dead moggy I told you about that we found a couple of days ago. She said something about chips. Cat and chips?! If that was what was on the menu, I could see I was going to come in for a heck of a lot of leftovers and even I couldn't stoop to that. I don't know about a hundred and one uses, right at that moment I couldn't think of even one good use for a dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;We brought it home with us and she left it in the garage. I heard her talking something about getting a a turkey to put in there as well. I kept out of the way under the table while I waited to see what would happen. Later on, the she boss went out on the snow in the car and took the cat with her and I'm very relieved to say that she didn't come back with it. Or a turkey for that matter either. At least we won't be having moggy with our chips tonight. I can breathe again now for the moment at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-3835670792043789997?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3835670792043789997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=3835670792043789997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3835670792043789997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/3835670792043789997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/cat-and-chips.html' title='Cat and chips'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-5785136194644981699</id><published>2010-12-19T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:07:51.162Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead cat'/><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>We went for a walk over my field again in the snow today and saw something that made me very sad. There was a dead moggy cat who looked like he'd frozen in the cold weather. If only he'd had a nice coat like me and a warm fire to sit in front of. Someone's going to be very upset when they find where their little friend has gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-5785136194644981699?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5785136194644981699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=5785136194644981699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5785136194644981699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/5785136194644981699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4115456904481658835</id><published>2010-12-18T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:40:06.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>There's white stuff everywhere and it's really deep. I had a nice time on my field running around keeping warm in my new coat. I hope it doesn't go much deeper. I might get buried. At least I'm easy to see in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4115456904481658835?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4115456904481658835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4115456904481658835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4115456904481658835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4115456904481658835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow_18.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-6946438621728647297</id><published>2010-12-15T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:17:43.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey faced sengi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mammal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanzania'/><title type='text'>Sengi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQj3GpSCemI/AAAAAAAAApw/d9OQFibU40U/s1600/GreyFacedSengiTanzan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQj3GpSCemI/AAAAAAAAApw/d9OQFibU40U/s320/GreyFacedSengiTanzan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What d'you think of this guy then? Apparently there aren't many around in the world or even in Tanzania where he lives. So few in fact, that they didn't know there were any at all until a few years ago. Considering he's about half the size of me, I think he's done pretty well to have kept hidden for so long. With a stonker of a nose like that, I think I would have kept out of the way of anything. You're bound to get a mocking. I'd be his friend though as long as he knows how to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-6946438621728647297?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6946438621728647297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=6946438621728647297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6946438621728647297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/6946438621728647297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/sengi.html' title='Sengi'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQj3GpSCemI/AAAAAAAAApw/d9OQFibU40U/s72-c/GreyFacedSengiTanzan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-784531111038379325</id><published>2010-12-13T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:34:15.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>The he and she boss left me to look after the house while they went shopping for Christmas today. It seems like they didn't manage to buy it but they did bring lots of bags home with them.&lt;br /&gt;The she boss took me across the field to a shop tonight to buy more Christmas but she only bought chocolate. She forgot to help me put my coat on before we went and it was a bit cold while I was waiting for her outside the shop. I warmed up on my run back across the field though.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of pretty twinkles with the frosty moon in the sky and the she boss said there were giants, dogs, bears and all sorts of others up in the twinkleys. She didn't know where they all were and said we need someone with a fancy phone with a night sky app.le on but I didn't understand what she was on about. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-784531111038379325?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/784531111038379325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=784531111038379325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/784531111038379325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/784531111038379325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-1550082506759009870</id><published>2010-12-12T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:50:46.794Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hills'/><title type='text'>So popular</title><content type='html'>What a lovely day. All it needs to round it off is a good walk over my favourite hills but it's dark now.&lt;br /&gt;There have been lots of friends round our house today. There were old friends like friendPeter, Patrick, t'other Patrick n Marj and quite a few new ones who really liked me especially someone called Ben who friendPeter brought. I didn't know he'd got friends other than me cos I never see any. I'm glad he has cos he's a long way away and the she boss doesn't take me to see him very often and he hasn't been here in a while.&lt;br /&gt;When lots of little people started coming, I put my coat on and waited in the car until they went again. That was OK cos they left lots of tasty things on the floor for me to eat and there were still some people to play with me in the house. &lt;br /&gt;It's all quiet now but I think there are some pretty good leftovers waiting for me to have. Can a MillieDog's day get much better than that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-1550082506759009870?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1550082506759009870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=1550082506759009870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1550082506759009870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/1550082506759009870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-popular.html' title='So popular'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-8967004453557839238</id><published>2010-12-11T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:59:10.031Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tree'/><title type='text'>Strange things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQPVVHZjNkI/AAAAAAAAAps/v9xA-xyegJs/s1600/Image0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQPVVHZjNkI/AAAAAAAAAps/v9xA-xyegJs/s320/Image0148.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The she boss does the strangest things. Today she brought a whole tree into the house! I must admit it's quite a small one by any standard but it is still a tree. She had to put it on a table otherwise we'd have fallen over it. Mind you, she's put a load of lights on it so we would have seen it if she had left it on the floor somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then she cut up and folded lots of bits of paper and put those on it. The best bit is the noisy stuff she made in the kitchen and tied together to go on the tree. It smells nice and definitely tastes real good. I know cos she kept dropping bits while she was putting the string through it.&lt;br /&gt;She's put some bows on as well to help hold it everything together. I think the little people at the bottom are to keep guard in case I feel like eating anything off the tree. I must say it looks very pretty and I think she's done a good job even if it is a bit of a strange thing to do.&amp;nbsp; I vaguely remember her doing something strange like this before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-8967004453557839238?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8967004453557839238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=8967004453557839238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8967004453557839238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/8967004453557839238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange-things.html' title='Strange things'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XH_M8FEroL0/TQPVVHZjNkI/AAAAAAAAAps/v9xA-xyegJs/s72-c/Image0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589802908018500961.post-4902475862148905926</id><published>2010-12-09T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:21:28.444Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Walks at last</title><content type='html'>It was warmer at last today so I had a really good run round the field to make up for lost time. The he boss took me and we took his friend Mark to have a look as well. He likes me and plays with me lots. I think he likes coming out for a walk with me as well. All the white stuff has nearly gone now even though a bit more fell out of the sky this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589802908018500961-4902475862148905926?l=themilliedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4902475862148905926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589802908018500961&amp;postID=4902475862148905926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4902475862148905926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589802908018500961/posts/default/4902475862148905926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themilliedog.blogspot.com/2010/12/walks-at-last.html' title='Walks at last'/><author><name>theMillieDog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924273964646079959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
