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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-8332806307619792354</id><published>2009-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:06:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeaky Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and Daddy won't let me play with them all the time because I like to do this for hours....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-7472110697299911656</id><published>2009-02-13T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:52:55.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZW-XEIUT0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/LztastVk9EY/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302353439753523010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZW-XEIUT0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/LztastVk9EY/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snow, snow go away&lt;br /&gt;Or Mommy won’t take me on my walk today&lt;br /&gt;If you must, drop a bunch&lt;br /&gt;So I can play with you at lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-7472110697299911656?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7472110697299911656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=7472110697299911656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7472110697299911656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7472110697299911656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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They're definitely up to something. Last night, Daddy cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms and Mommy dusted the living room. That almost never happens on the weeknights!! I've gotta find a way to go with them. Since they're taking the big suitcase this time, maybe I can try this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302092601228592818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZTRIQ51BrI/AAAAAAAAANw/BJNdv5nGQrk/s320/Dakota+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-533848647844997202?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/533848647844997202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=533848647844997202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/533848647844997202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/533848647844997202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-trip.html' title='Another Trip?'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SZTRIQ51BrI/AAAAAAAAANw/BJNdv5nGQrk/s72-c/Dakota+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-1252373363430086010</id><published>2009-02-10T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:05:00.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZGqU-qKOVI/AAAAAAAAANg/emEyCKn_nLc/s1600-h/Carpenter%27s+Assistant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301205513785719122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZGqU-qKOVI/AAAAAAAAANg/emEyCKn_nLc/s320/Carpenter%27s+Assistant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a weekend! My brain hurts, my neck hurts, and all 4 legs are killing me! Mommy and Daddy kept complaining about the need for a built-in bookshelf. I didn't know what they were talking about, so I googled it. They helped a little, but it was like pulling teeth to get them to slap on a coat of primer. I would've done it, but I was so tired from climbing up the ladder all day and my paws needed a rest!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301205518114746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZGqVOyR79I/AAAAAAAAANo/TbmUSChpDu8/s320/Finally+done.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SZGogC20mDI/AAAAAAAAANY/BdbtgcwowU0/s1600-h/Finally+done.JPG"&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/5984655304706356643-1252373363430086010?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1252373363430086010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1252373363430086010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1252373363430086010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1252373363430086010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-weekend-my-brain-hurts-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SZGqU-qKOVI/AAAAAAAAANg/emEyCKn_nLc/s72-c/Carpenter%27s+Assistant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-4637337264558296028</id><published>2009-02-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:30:00.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Bite</title><content type='html'>It's been unseasonably warm here (or at least that's what I keep hearing on tv) for a while now.  I prefer the cold, but I get more walks when its warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is it me or are there more bugs out when it's warm?  I don't know how I got it, but some little bugger bit me right on the top of my shoulder and I can't seem to scratch at it enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy gave me a good back scratch this morning, so maybe I just need to stick to her like glue until these bites stop driving me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4637337264558296028?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4637337264558296028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4637337264558296028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4637337264558296028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4637337264558296028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/bug-bite.html' title='Bug Bite'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-6960567548285814215</id><published>2009-02-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:28:01.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/3202527764_de280c0012.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/3202527764_de280c0012.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3202572296_45ca11a508.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3202572296_45ca11a508.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3201681099_f43a75919a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3201681099_f43a75919a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3201724743_7b0af07442.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3201724743_7b0af07442.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3201725157_1b84d015e4.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-6960567548285814215?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6960567548285814215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=6960567548285814215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/6960567548285814215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/6960567548285814215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/action.html' title='Action!'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-2957128073350625385</id><published>2009-02-02T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:35:00.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louie Louie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to the elementary school down the road to play with Boomer. I loved it. Boom and I ran and ran, chased a bumper, sometimes retrieved the bumper, and rolled around in the mud. We finally pooped out and were ready to go. We started walking towards the gate when a man and his dog, Louie, showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man said Louie was friendly. We greeted each other, followed by a second wind of romping. Boomer was too tired to keep up, so I had Louie all to myself. Louie was a good looking fellow with wavy curls of black and white. I asked him what his nationality was and he said he was a water dog from Portugal. I've never heard of that place before, so I looked it up. After all I read, I wouldn't mind having one for a brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/portuguese_water_dog/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.akc.org/images/breeds/portuguese_water_dog/photos/lg_portuguese_water_dog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-2957128073350625385?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2957128073350625385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=2957128073350625385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2957128073350625385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2957128073350625385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/louie-louie.html' title='Louie Louie'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-3022658920726162271</id><published>2009-01-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:30:00.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Have Faith?</title><content type='html'>I was cruisin' with my Mommy and Daddy the other day to Home Depot and a song came on the radio.  Maybe you've heard of it.  It went a little something like, "Cuz you gotta have faith-a faith-a faith-AH...MmmmBabe-ah!"  It was a catchy tune and I didn't think anything of it until a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me out to potty and I had just found my spot when I heard a big WHACK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in the heck?" I thought.  It totally scared the bejeezus out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even finished pottying when she started with her holier than thou attitude, "WOOF woof woof woof WOOF! woof woof WOof..."  She must've gone on for what seemed like an eternity.  Since I speak Woof, I know exactly what she was saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wake me up every single time you come out here.  Can't you see I'm trying to get my beauty sleep?  Isn't there somewhere else you can be doing that?  Why do you have to stink up the side of your yard closest to mine?" yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard Mommy say, "Faith, shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really gotta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Faith?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-3022658920726162271?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3022658920726162271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=3022658920726162271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3022658920726162271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3022658920726162271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/gotta-have-faith.html' title='Gotta Have Faith?'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-3232814800316611093</id><published>2009-01-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:30:00.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you want to catch up on some much needed shut-eye, buy &lt;em&gt;The Story of Edgar&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sawtelle&lt;/em&gt; for your parents! I bought the book for Mommy and she's been reading it for 4 straight days. I've been in dream heaven...Zzzzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, every time Mommy puts the book down she gives me lots of lovies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296146355272162386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SX-xDMh6HFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KGs5HiscW-U/s200/edgar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-3232814800316611093?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3232814800316611093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=3232814800316611093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3232814800316611093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3232814800316611093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/edgar.html' title='Edgar'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SX-xDMh6HFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KGs5HiscW-U/s72-c/edgar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-6835256459710773651</id><published>2009-01-28T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:30:01.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>After the first of the year, I overheard Mommy talking to Daddy about some big fancy "to-do" list. A couple of the things on her list involved me! She said she wanted to train me to walk nicely on the leash (so I'm a little eager, not a major flaw) and take away my nighttime crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud to say that I've been sleeping crate free in my big girl bed for 10 straight days now. I still try to sneak up onto Mommy and Daddy's bed every once in a while, but once I settle into my bed I stay there until that annoying beep-beep-beep goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy are pretty proud of me and I have to admit, I really like having a little freedom to roam at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can only convince them to give me an all access pass to the house while they're gone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-6835256459710773651?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6835256459710773651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=6835256459710773651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/6835256459710773651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/6835256459710773651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-girl-bed.html' title='Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-5869341109421118280</id><published>2009-01-27T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:50:10.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 2009, although we're already a month into it, I resolve to post more often. I started strong and I think about this all day long, every day, so I'm just going to do it! No more barking about it, no more thinking about it, I'm just gonna put my little paws to the keyboard and write my heart out. I have to admit though, I've had a little influence from Mommy. She's been reading a blog by a person that updates it daily and sometimes multiple times a day. That's tough competition, but surely motivational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start with something I shared with my friends on the &lt;a href="http://www.lab-retriever.net/board/"&gt;Lab board&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 was a year of firsts for me (I’m only 1.5 yrs) and I had a blast. Since we’re in 2009 now (Happy New Year), I thought I’d share my top 10 funnest things I did in 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I ate steak (Mommy and Daddy weren’t too happy about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Boomer moved in next door (he’s my Golden boyfriend )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A new dog park opened (OMG! So much fun! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I learned to swim in a lake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I swam in a human pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I swam in the ocean at a real beach for doggies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I went snowshoeing (well, Mommy and Daddy were the ones wearing snowshoes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I went hiking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I went camping and scared off a bear (well, not really…I didn’t even see the bear, but I have an image to uphold )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I discovered sun spots in the living room!!!! (Is this not the best thing ever?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/3046962768_364e19f80a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-5869341109421118280?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5869341109421118280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=5869341109421118280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5869341109421118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5869341109421118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-7410972112112225055</id><published>2008-10-28T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:48:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologies for the brief leave of absence. I've been busy traveling the world, feasting on delicacies, and meeting with foreign diplomats. Not really, but it sounded good, didn't it? In all actuality, Mommy started a new schedule at work and her computer's just not home as much as it used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't reported in a while, here's a quick list of the things that have happened to me in the last couple of months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 1 year old on August 15. Mommy made me some yummy treats and got me a new collar and leash. She also mended some of my old toys from when I was a wee pup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2766126079_e4f88d52b6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swam A LOT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2761317718_b27f2100db.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went camping and I got to be off leash the whole time - 3 whole days!! It was awesome. I also got to play with Rocco and Rowen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262245393916833890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdATiFZMGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aGfFzmjJBgI/s320/DSC02320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dog park was remodeled and reopened. I love it and Mommy takes me there on her days off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swam in a people pool with a bunch of other doggies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256490222845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdKZbC5_2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CB9w-tDWfvc/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mommy and Daddy started walking me 3x a day. Love it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boyfriend, Boomer, finally grew so I got to play with him a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257559490514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdLXqYLzpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ya-ZDCpF334/s320/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Champ stayed with us for a weekend. He was fun to run with, but doesn't like to play like Boomer (that's why Boomer's my boyfriend...he gives me kisses).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257572304486386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdLYaHRf_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Y0771WnybbQ/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Dolce &amp;amp; Hops' first birthday party and got cool party favors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started sleeping more. This old body just can't take as much as it used to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262257856609386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdLo9O1_qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RA1YhWNFCEk/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-7410972112112225055?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7410972112112225055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=7410972112112225055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7410972112112225055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7410972112112225055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time, No Post'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SQdATiFZMGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aGfFzmjJBgI/s72-c/DSC02320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-1949748815182596166</id><published>2008-08-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:09:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You’re Hungry and you Know It…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;…Clap your paws!! Just kidding…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if your parents are getting ready for dinner or have already eaten, here’s a way to get some of their yummy food (provided they leave it on the counter for you and you’re as tall as me so you can reach the counter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 – Check for yummy food&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 – Wait for Mommy to go outside and water the plants&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 – Wait for Daddy to get on the computer&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 – Taste the food to see if it’s yummy enough&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 – If yummy enough, eat as fast as you can before you get caught!&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 – Once caught, run for your life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231545972337329650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SJovWAtKxfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QRiIoUIc5qI/s320/DSC02041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-1949748815182596166?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1949748815182596166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1949748815182596166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1949748815182596166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1949748815182596166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-youre-hungry-and-you-know-it.html' title='If You’re Hungry and you Know It…'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SJovWAtKxfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QRiIoUIc5qI/s72-c/DSC02041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-5945156226840896669</id><published>2008-08-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:27:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Park!!</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy found a new dog park for me and it is sooooo nice! It's all grass and I just love to run and run and run there. The other park they used to take me to was smaller and full of dirt. My paws feel a lot better running on the grass, especially when it's hot. One of the best things about the new park is that it's not too crowded with other furry friends, so I get some good quality fetch and chase time in with Mommy and Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-5945156226840896669?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5945156226840896669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=5945156226840896669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5945156226840896669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5945156226840896669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-park.html' title='New Park!!'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-4476545829112809568</id><published>2008-07-31T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:28:00.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day Weekend (long)</title><content type='html'>I know this is a little late, but I have to tell you about my new found independence on Independence Day weekend (July 4th for all you furry friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Independence Day (let’s call it IDay), my Mommy and Daddy packed me up in the car to go Bye Bye. I had no idea where we were going this time, but I had a pretty good guess it was either to go to Dr. Dave’s, Home Depot, the park, swimming, camping, or hiking. A long period of time passed, much longer than it took to get to any of the aforementioned areas and I got a little excited. Mommy and Daddy let me out in some parking lot to go potty, but I didn’t know where I was so I couldn’t go. After a long time back in the car, I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and closed my eyes. I woke up every once in a while to survey the area and every time I looked out the window, it looked completely different than anything I’d ever seen before. Mommy and Daddy kept telling me, “You’re doing good, Kote. Only a little while longer.” Whatever that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY stopped the car. Mommy and Daddy leashed me up and let me out. They said we were in a place called San Diego. Oh, the smells! St. Augustine grass, eucalyptus trees, white birds I’ve never seen before, and lots of new dog smells. I pottied on the prickly grass and we walked up to a door. The door opened and inside was Auntie Adrian and Uncle Scott! I was sooooo excited to see them. The last time I’d seen them it was Christmas. The excitement took over and I had to sniff every inch of that apartment. I could already tell that Auntie A was a great cook, the air was filled with all the yummy dinners she makes. I set in and before too long it was bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, IDay, Auntie A, Mommy, and Daddy took me to a new dog park. There were 3 golden retriever friends there and we had a great time. Lots more doggy friends showed up, but I got hot and it was time to go back to Auntie A’s. We all got ready and went for a ride to another house. The nice man who lived in the house was Larry, Scott’s dad. He showed us to the backyard, which was where I encountered the world’s largest water bowl…or so I thought. As it turns out, this big bowl of water is called a swimming pool. Now, I love to swim, but I just couldn’t figure out how to get into the swimming pool. Here’s a video of me trying to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa7a097a619a8c83" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa7a097a619a8c83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337E11EA83FE01BCD7DB6E0ED2B4469AD15C90D0.75F1F117A20730FED42A98FF84BBE64BCCF7F5DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa7a097a619a8c83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D93Mnhx36DMQzPEGQIeJKTkfrfac&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa7a097a619a8c83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D337E11EA83FE01BCD7DB6E0ED2B4469AD15C90D0.75F1F117A20730FED42A98FF84BBE64BCCF7F5DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa7a097a619a8c83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D93Mnhx36DMQzPEGQIeJKTkfrfac&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Uncle Scott showed me where the second step was, I swam my little heart out. Mommy and Daddy were in the pool and I had so much fun swimming back and forth to them. It was so refreshing. Boy, was I tired when we got home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Uncle Scott, Auntie A, Mommy and Daddy loaded me up in the car yet again and we went for another drive. I thought we were going back to the swimming pool but I was wrong. When we finally got to where we were going, I looked out the window and saw dogs…LOTS of DOGS! I was so excited and couldn’t get out of the car yet. I squirmed and squealed and squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. We had to park the car kind of far and walk over but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie A was walking me and when we first reached the sand, I couldn’t believe how soft it was. We followed all the other people and dogs down the sandy path and that’s when I saw it. It was the most beautiful thing! Bigger than anything I’d ever dreamed of! One half was sand, the other, water. Daddy called it “the biggest Dog Beach” he’d ever seen. A dog beach?!? Auntie A finally took my leash off and I ran. I ran right into that Pacific Ocean, took a whiff of the ocean air, turned around to show Mommy and Daddy…and that’s when it hit me…literally! A wave crashed right over my head! I swam a little bit, but I was able to touch the sand. As it turns out, the Pacific was a little too rough for my liking, so I did what I do best…I ran! Running on a cool beach, weaving in and out of people and dogs, was the best feeling I had ever had. It was then that I realized I was free…well, for a little bit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy just watched and knew that I was happy. I had found my independence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go back to that dog beach one more time the next day and had just as much fun. I guess it’s never as good as your first time though. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride back home wasn’t as bad as the ride down. I dreamt a lot, mostly about running free on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SJIwspc79nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JsMR102yPbg/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229295660930168434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SJIwspc79nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JsMR102yPbg/s320/DSC02036.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SJIwswoOeuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kt5XMd2WuYE/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229295662856567522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SJIwswoOeuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Kt5XMd2WuYE/s320/DSC02033.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4476545829112809568?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa7a097a619a8c83&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4476545829112809568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4476545829112809568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4476545829112809568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4476545829112809568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day-weekend-long.html' title='Independence Day Weekend (long)'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SJIwspc79nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JsMR102yPbg/s72-c/DSC02036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-2650805820553165848</id><published>2008-07-30T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:34:01.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation Alley</title><content type='html'>Hello friends (humans, furry, and the like)!  I recently had to walk through ‘Temptation Alley’ at school and let me just tell you how wonderful it was!  Before I can tell you how wonderful it was, I have to explain what ‘Temptation Alley’ really was: a test to see if Mommy had done her homework with me…and sadly (tisk, tisk Mommy!), we didn’t practice quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy walked me into the classroom a few minutes before class began.  On the floor were so many great treats and toys!  Treats I’d never smelled before!  There was an open jar of peanut butter, a big bag of horse poop, a natural balance roll, a baby in a stroller (not a real baby, of course), a big meaty bone of some sort, slices of hot dogs, and something called lamb lung that smelled delicious.  Mommy told me to ‘Leave It’ as we walked by and sat down at the far end of the room in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, PJ, quickly got class under way and explained to all the mommies and daddies the object of the ‘Temptation Alley’ game.  As it turns out, we dogs got to hang out with PJ on one side then run in between all the yummy treats to our mommy or daddy on the other side, without touching the treats.  I guess that’s why it’s called ‘Temptation Alley’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, there were a couple of show-offs in the room who pretended not to notice any of the treats just laying there in the open.  One of the Golden Retrievers took a detour at the peanut butter jar and ate his little heart out.  He went before me, so I thought I couldn’t have been worse than that, even if I stopped for a taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last to go and boy did I put on a show.  I showed all those dogs what a real Lab was made of and devoured the lamb lung…not once, but twice!  It tasted waaaaay better than it smelled.  I just couldn’t resist!  Mommy wasn’t too happy with me; I could see it in her eyes.  I did make up for it by running through the alley without stopping 2 out of 4 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy walked me back to our chair and whispered into my ear, “At least you didn’t go for your favorite…the horse poop!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-2650805820553165848?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2650805820553165848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=2650805820553165848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2650805820553165848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2650805820553165848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/temptation-alley.html' title='Temptation Alley'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-5911291938079308137</id><published>2008-07-29T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:59:58.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I went camping (2nd time!!) again last weekend and this time my friend, Dolce came with me. Here's a short video of us playing and getting dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-788c89b184303385" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D788c89b184303385%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7308B3D1B5F1EAA67E924BFBE44C1F1715CA38E9.321347BB5115EAEA886E9E84FD462194521AB8C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D788c89b184303385%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzCefy3JMvjsf8rbpLpOz-nX80Fw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D788c89b184303385%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7308B3D1B5F1EAA67E924BFBE44C1F1715CA38E9.321347BB5115EAEA886E9E84FD462194521AB8C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D788c89b184303385%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzCefy3JMvjsf8rbpLpOz-nX80Fw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-5911291938079308137?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=788c89b184303385&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5911291938079308137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=5911291938079308137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5911291938079308137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5911291938079308137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/stampede.html' title='Stampede'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-4518398665275401805</id><published>2008-07-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:45:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolce</title><content type='html'>My white American Shepherd friend, Dolce, came to my house for a sleepover. Oh my gosh! We had so much fun. Guess what we did? We played in the pool at 7 o'clock in the morning and then ran like crazy girls through the house. Then we rested, then we played, then rested some more, played some more, etc. I can't wait until the next sleepover. Mommy and Daddy said it's going to be at a campground! Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55eqaATuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vWSjd5c2F0k/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746185482751714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55eqaATuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vWSjd5c2F0k/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55e4Li2HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RhR_x3vAfZQ/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746189180196978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55e4Li2HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RhR_x3vAfZQ/s320/DSC01967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55gYnlxcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uV7kIu9KBWE/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746215067633090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55gYnlxcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uV7kIu9KBWE/s320/DSC01971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55gsXTJbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/scGOJ7UNemk/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746220368012722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55gsXTJbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/scGOJ7UNemk/s320/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4518398665275401805?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4518398665275401805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4518398665275401805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4518398665275401805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4518398665275401805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/dolce.html' title='Dolce'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SH55eqaATuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vWSjd5c2F0k/s72-c/DSC01957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-7133327497817830217</id><published>2008-07-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:54:10.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Dogs</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy took me to a Dive Dogs competition last month and it looks like a lot of fun. They were going to let me try it, but I was really tired from playing with Reggie at a new dog park. We have a local group here called High Desert Dive Dogs, or H3D. They practice on Saturdays and Sundays and Mommy might take me there to try it. I hope I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those Labby friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57tTRGEGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PUsb5Jx4v0o/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748635992658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57tTRGEGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PUsb5Jx4v0o/s320/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57lbzHd9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/CtnmfTSBDJI/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748500843886546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57lbzHd9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/CtnmfTSBDJI/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57lvpOTuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3ttNqRrGl_g/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748506171100898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57lvpOTuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3ttNqRrGl_g/s320/DSC01987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57nbo9yAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U44oOMvv8eY/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748535161047042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57nbo9yAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U44oOMvv8eY/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57n9UjdgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J_PQwkThuWQ/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748544202241538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57n9UjdgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J_PQwkThuWQ/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57oRlKBLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0Sa1cH6xGNA/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223748549640586418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57oRlKBLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0Sa1cH6xGNA/s320/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&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/5984655304706356643-7133327497817830217?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7133327497817830217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=7133327497817830217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7133327497817830217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7133327497817830217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/dive-dogs.html' title='Dive Dogs'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SH57tTRGEGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PUsb5Jx4v0o/s72-c/DSC01991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-271158642634280401</id><published>2008-06-27T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:30:00.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I was sitting outside in my grass minding my own business and peacefully listening to the birds when, out of nowhere, a UFO appeared in my yard! I know what you're thinking...and no, I'm not that crazy. It was this shiny, silvery ball on a string and it was coming right towards me. I growled and barked and barked and growled, but the UFO must have wanted me bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't escape it! Every time I backed up it got closer. I finally remembered that the sliding door was open. I ran in to tell Daddy about it, but he was on the computer and he didn't seem too interested. When I looked back towards the yard I saw Mommy heading it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," I thought. "They've locked her in and are taking her away!" I quietly inched my way towards the door, only to find Mommy holding onto the string. I couldn't help but wonder if Mommy was a secret alien the way she was acting with the UFO. She brought it into the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to Daddy and hid under the desk. Mommy brought the UFO all the way to the office and called me to it. I growled at it again saying, "You might get Mommy to go with you, but you'll never get me!" They must speak Labradork because Mommy quickly turned around and walked back outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was a gone forever, never to return..........but she returned, without the UFO. She walked back into the office and told Daddy, "Can you believe it? Our dog, who isn't afraid of anything was scared of a balloon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A balloon? That's a funny word...What's a balloon? Must be Alien for UFO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-271158642634280401?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/271158642634280401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=271158642634280401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/271158642634280401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/271158642634280401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/ufo.html' title='UFO'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-1601139688998667022</id><published>2008-06-22T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:44:58.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset tummy</title><content type='html'>I hope you all enjoyed my camping photos.  Camping was so much fun, but what followed was not.  Five days after we got back from the lake, my tummy started rumbling.  Mommy and Daddy went to work, as usual, and I did all I could to wait until they came home.  As soon as I was let out of my room, I ran to my potty area and erupted.  Not good at all!  I thought maybe that was going to be it, but I was wrong.  Mommy didn't think to take me to Dr. Dave until I turned my breakfast down.  I don't miss any meals...ever...so she knew I wasn't feeling well.  I heard her tell Daddy that it looked like a peanut butter war in my potty area.  They knew it was a little more than an upset tummy.  I endured 12 horrible hours of volcano bottom until Dr. Dave figured out what was wrong with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diagnosis?  Well, turns out I caught the Beaver Fever!  Or, Giardia in doctor's terms.  Apparently, puppies like me get it from drinking dirty lake water.  Who can blame me?  I was thirsty!!  Now, it's no secret that I love food, so when I heard Dr. Dave say I needed to eat chicken and rice instead of my puppy chow, I thanked the Beaver Fever gods....and I did a little 'Oh yeah, I get chicken and rice' dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best 4 days of my life!  Not only did my tummy feel MUCH better, but every meal was a total indulgence.  I had a hard time re-adjusting to the puppy kibble, but at least my tummy wasn't hurting anymore.  If I could only convince Mommy and Daddy to take me back to that swim spot, maybe I'll get more chicken and rice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-1601139688998667022?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1601139688998667022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1601139688998667022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1601139688998667022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1601139688998667022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/upset-tummy.html' title='Upset tummy'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-466444419254801355</id><published>2008-06-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:26:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Photos</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from my first camping trip. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t90pV_FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNxN6_6uyJA/s1600-h/got+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214726327413111890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t90pV_FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNxN6_6uyJA/s320/got+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t9x9_-ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EWj9UuTeXnQ/s1600-h/Groggy+Doggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214726326694443410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t9x9_-ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EWj9UuTeXnQ/s320/Groggy+Doggy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-Ih02vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zq9_aYyYwwc/s1600-h/Shake+it+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214726332750289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-Ih02vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Zq9_aYyYwwc/s320/Shake+it+off.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-SjpUOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T0ycpQlrvK4/s1600-h/view+of+campground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214726335442276578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-SjpUOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T0ycpQlrvK4/s320/view+of+campground.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-ceuMTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YMZYcFD27gc/s1600-h/view+of+lake+from+campsite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214726338105979186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t-ceuMTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YMZYcFD27gc/s320/view+of+lake+from+campsite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5toqmOQDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CLznks-P7h0/s1600-h/Break+Time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214725963938414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5toqmOQDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CLznks-P7h0/s320/Break+Time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5torWf0-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/luxN0B4NY5s/s1600-h/close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214725964140893154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5torWf0-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/luxN0B4NY5s/s320/close+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5to_YecpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JWh65lor74E/s1600-h/Daddy+and+Dakota.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214725969517900434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5to_YecpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JWh65lor74E/s320/Daddy+and+Dakota.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5toxhBHbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P47YqR_wtDg/s1600-h/Der+Schwimmin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214725965795630514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5toxhBHbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P47YqR_wtDg/s320/Der+Schwimmin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5to14BHOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EFR943TZCZE/s1600-h/fetching.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214725966965841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5to14BHOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EFR943TZCZE/s320/fetching.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214727181972923826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5uvkIR5bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8uqvSkSyPfs/s320/Bye+Campground.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bye bye campground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-466444419254801355?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/466444419254801355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=466444419254801355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/466444419254801355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/466444419254801355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-photos.html' title='Camping Photos'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SF5t90pV_FI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNxN6_6uyJA/s72-c/got+it.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-4488165466416386163</id><published>2008-06-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:17:15.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Camping!</title><content type='html'>Greetings Ladies and Gents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is finally underway and boy are we busy!  Aside from sleeping a lot, I've passed my time by laying in the cool grass, playing with Dolce, hiking, camping, and swimming!  That's right, I can swim!  It is sooooo much fun.  Mommy and Daddy took me camping a long time ago, I think it was in May??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about camping...it is so great!  Not only do you get to dig your own bed in the dirt around the fire, but there are so many sticks and pine cones to chew on.  I couldn't even think about chewing on my bone, I was in stick heaven!  Oh, and there were A LOT of other puppy friends there.  One of them kept running by me trying to tease me because he was off leash.  I don't think Mommy and Daddy were very happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we were there, Mommy and Daddy took me to the other side of the lake to swim.  I didn't know how to swim at first, so I just ran in and got my feet wet.  Luckily, I could touch the ground in the water for a long time.  Daddy kept throwing the stick in the water for me to get and bring back.  One time he threw it a little far.  I stood in the water and looked at it.  It was just out of my reach, but I didn't want to go where I couldn't touch.  I finally got up the nerve and gently dove in.  I splashed and splashed until I finally got to the stick.  Mommy and Daddy talked to me the whole time so I knew where they were.  I turned around and splashed back towards them.  When I got out, they were really excited and told me I was a good little swimmer.  I guess they were proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I swam, the easier it got for me.  I love it!  Mommy even took a video to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-499e10e2429c42f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499e10e2429c42f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC195C556A35C1946CECF91E4C75D93102252DF.18419B3ECF7CCC29667056715EE73B285F75153%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499e10e2429c42f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3PrZuRrkAIp0N3WWj-_r_qNuhMk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499e10e2429c42f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FC195C556A35C1946CECF91E4C75D93102252DF.18419B3ECF7CCC29667056715EE73B285F75153%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499e10e2429c42f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3PrZuRrkAIp0N3WWj-_r_qNuhMk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4488165466416386163?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=499e10e2429c42f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4488165466416386163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4488165466416386163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4488165466416386163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4488165466416386163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-camping.html' title='I love Camping!'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-1449706672364963324</id><published>2008-05-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:31:13.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Towel Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I got a little dirty hiking with my friend, Dolce, so Mommy and Daddy gave me a bath.  Mommy took a movie of me drying off.  She and Daddy think it's funny...I'm not sure I agree.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from Mommy:  This video has not been altered in any way.  She really is Spaztastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef16e3341f924e97" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def16e3341f924e97%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B6F9FA45ACB51A6DEAC47F9E09D2934C9D4FE5F.2504E2FC68464E3D6A59187681998D79D60C6E19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def16e3341f924e97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRqnJOtea2ctKKmkdqKUl3r_hbOo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def16e3341f924e97%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B6F9FA45ACB51A6DEAC47F9E09D2934C9D4FE5F.2504E2FC68464E3D6A59187681998D79D60C6E19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def16e3341f924e97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRqnJOtea2ctKKmkdqKUl3r_hbOo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-1449706672364963324?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef16e3341f924e97&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1449706672364963324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1449706672364963324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1449706672364963324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1449706672364963324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/towel-anyone.html' title='Towel Anyone?'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-3402525693302816748</id><published>2008-05-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:26:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Hike!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, my mommy and daddy took me on my first hike. We had soooo much fun! I can already tell this is going to be a spring and summer with a lot of firsts for me. Mommy and Daddy took me to Thomas Creek trailhead, which is about a 10 minute bye-bye ride. I got out of the car and I didn't know what to think. I smelled other friends, heard birds chirping and running water, and looked up to see massive trees over my head. Mommy and Daddy got me all leashed up and we were soon on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know me or haven't read my blog about the birdie, I am a bird huntin' dog, so of course I had to put my nose to the ground and follow the scent. I tried to follow it right and tried to follow it left, but Mommy and Daddy kept pulling me back onto the trail. I was so excited! I couldn't stop pulling on the leash (and Mommy and Daddy were going way too slow for me). After a while of good behavior (at least I think so), Mommy and Daddy rewarded me by taking my leash off. Aahhh! The freedom I felt is unexplainable! I ran up and down, to the water, in the bushes, and all over! Mommy and Daddy kept calling me to them. I would stop what I was doing, run to them, but they didn't have any treats so what was the point? One time I ran to the water and got stuck trying to get back up the hill. I got a little scared, but Mommy came down and helped me find the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy were a little worried that I would try to play with the other friends on the trail or say hi to new human friends, so they put my leash on when they saw someone else on the trail. When we got to the end of our hike, Mommy and Daddy let me play in the water and boy did I have fun!! I got in, walked down the creek, ran out and then did it all over again and again and again. Water is awesome! I even drank the water from the little waterfalls. Daddy said I could drink it because it is just melted snow. I sure hope the bears didn't potty in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SCMy_SY6uKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9MBZImEiryo/s1600-h/IMG00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198054457765181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SCMy_SY6uKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9MBZImEiryo/s320/IMG00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SCMy_iY6uLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/639FQCJJu3Y/s1600-h/IMG00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198054462060148914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SCMy_iY6uLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/639FQCJJu3Y/s320/IMG00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we all had fun on our hike, even though I had to keep my leash on the whole way back.  Daddy said something about there being too many mountain bikers coming down.  Mommy just told me this morning that we are going back to the trail this weekend to hike with my friend, Dolce (White American Shepherd).  I'm so EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-3402525693302816748?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3402525693302816748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=3402525693302816748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3402525693302816748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/3402525693302816748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-hike.html' title='1st Hike!!'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SCMy_SY6uKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9MBZImEiryo/s72-c/IMG00061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-1015998405836159693</id><published>2008-05-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:01:19.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick?</title><content type='html'>Last week my Mommy and Daddy took me on a walk at lunch. I found a big stick on the walk and carried it all the way home, about 1/3 of a mile, Mommy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took some pictures and no, I'm not wearing a muzzle. It's my Gentle Leader, Silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LEQOm6HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IBx90fiZiCU/s1600-h/IMG00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955031456639090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LEQOm6HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IBx90fiZiCU/s320/IMG00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LEwOm6II/AAAAAAAAAFk/FM1kfQKPU9c/s1600-h/IMG00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955040046573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LEwOm6II/AAAAAAAAAFk/FM1kfQKPU9c/s320/IMG00058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LFAOm6JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HmF1L6Np2Gs/s1600-h/IMG00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955044341541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LFAOm6JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HmF1L6Np2Gs/s320/IMG00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LFAOm6KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zrOGayKYw_M/s1600-h/IMG00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196955044341541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LFAOm6KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zrOGayKYw_M/s320/IMG00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-1015998405836159693?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1015998405836159693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1015998405836159693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1015998405836159693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1015998405836159693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/stick.html' title='Stick?'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SB9LEQOm6HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IBx90fiZiCU/s72-c/IMG00057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-4565980951807827293</id><published>2008-04-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:36:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love this time of year, although, this is actually my first time to ever experience the joys of Spring. Sniffing around has never been more rewarding! Instead of smelling all the yucky scents in the dirt, I now get a whiff of fresh blooming flowers and all the other stuff that makes my daddy sneeze. I can tell it's getting warmer because my mommy and daddy leave the back sliding door open for me to come and go as I please. I think I do more going than coming, but that's beside the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all, my favorite part of spring is the lush green grass. My mommy and daddy put new grass in the front yard that was so green and cool that I just had to lie down in it and get a little shut-eye. They put a piece in the backyard for me, which I love. Unfortunately, it's not as green as it used to be. Mommy and Daddy have promised to put in a lot of green grass for me this weekend and I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093270508005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SBitzgOm6GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C-1Ts4IEtNg/s320/Grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4565980951807827293?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4565980951807827293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4565980951807827293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4565980951807827293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4565980951807827293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-green-for-spring.html' title='Going Green for Spring'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SBitzgOm6GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C-1Ts4IEtNg/s72-c/Grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-7833256902065459001</id><published>2008-04-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:18:32.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Dawg</title><content type='html'>Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, I, Dakota Fawver, am an Adolescent Dog 101 graduate. I think I overheard my mommy whisper, "It's kind of hard to believe...I can't believe she did it! I never thought we'd pass". BUT I proved her wrong. I passed with flying colors and the other adolescents in the class were no match for me. They couldn't even lay down without hand motions...sheesh! I'm going to miss my classmates, but mommy says I get to start another class called Brilliant Buddy in a couple of months. I tried telling her I was already brilliant, but apparently she doesn't understand "Wuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my graduation (and my 8 month birthday), Mommy put real cooked chicken in with my dinner. DE-licious! My cousin, Bug, was also there to celebrate. What a glorious occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190264027017500962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SAeFoiTd2SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ODUTX3ksVTc/s320/Best+Buds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-7833256902065459001?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7833256902065459001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=7833256902065459001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7833256902065459001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7833256902065459001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-dawg.html' title='Top Dawg'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SAeFoiTd2SI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ODUTX3ksVTc/s72-c/Best+Buds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-8586251873188100926</id><published>2008-04-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:05:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Landscaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Phew! I've been so busy working in the backyard that I haven't had time to write all of my friends. My mommy even took a picture of me to prove it...that excavating is hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189905513212401938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/SAY_kSTd2RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1HAum1HCqhM/s320/Bobcat+Operator.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-8586251873188100926?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8586251873188100926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=8586251873188100926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8586251873188100926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8586251873188100926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/landscaping.html' title='Landscaping'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/SAY_kSTd2RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1HAum1HCqhM/s72-c/Bobcat+Operator.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-5240889037963116947</id><published>2008-04-08T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:38:52.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips and Tricks</title><content type='html'>Hello friends!  I thought I'd share some helpful tips and tricks I've learned in my short 7 1/2 months of existence that might come in handy for you one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever followed your Mommy or Daddy into the garage, sniffed around a bit, and realized you were the only one left in the garage?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a solution for you!  First, navigate to the door where you entered the garage.  Second, look up and check to see if you have a skinny shiny thing midway up.  (I know what you're thinking...this won't work with the shiny round thing).  Next, stand on your back legs and strategically place your front paws on the skinny shiny thing until it moves.  Lean into it...and Viola!  Back in the house!  Give yourself a silent pat on the back for a job well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This technique also works if your Mommy and Daddy go into a room by themselves or into the bathtub room.  You can really surprise them if you do it quickly too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not getting the attention you think you deserve?  Is Mommy or Daddy busy talking to themselves while holding the skinny black box?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use what your momma gave you!  Bark, bark, and bark until you can't bark anymore.  They will eventually get the point and talk to you, look at you, or pet you to keep quiet.  Go ahead, laugh on the inside.  You've just mastered the art of getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate being towel dried after a bath as much as I do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are locked in the bathtub room after your bath, keep trying to get away from your Mommy or Daddy until they give up.  If they corner you, flail around until they feel sorry for you.  This is going to require your best acting job!  It is very critical that you give it your all.  Shake your bootie and get them all wet while you're at it.  They hate that!  Your Mommy or Daddy will eventually open the door to air-drying freedom.  Make a mad dash for the nearest room possible.  Best air-drying results are achieved when wallowing around on the carpet (area rugs or grass may be substituted when carpet is unavailable).  I recommend a running start and the back-scratch technique.  FEELS WUNDERBAR (that's German for Wonderful)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-5240889037963116947?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5240889037963116947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=5240889037963116947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5240889037963116947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/5240889037963116947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/tips-and-tricks.html' title='Tips and Tricks'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-4644060683185131652</id><published>2008-04-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:16:42.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R_pk6vVkuMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SyQEC5z1s0g/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186568881172691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R_pk6vVkuMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SyQEC5z1s0g/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder what I can get into next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-4644060683185131652?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4644060683185131652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=4644060683185131652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4644060683185131652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/4644060683185131652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/R_pk6vVkuMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SyQEC5z1s0g/s72-c/DSC01794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-1657027921096104561</id><published>2008-03-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:54:49.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends! Sorry I've been absent for a while, but my mommy and daddy have been very busy and I couldn't squeeze any internet time in. I thought you might like to see a video of me in the snow. I love the snow! It tastes sooo good and feels sooo good on my paws. I don't know about you guys, but I could just play and play for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ca1b6d921fbde5b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ca1b6d921fbde5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D467EED631295FFFDF3EB9BA7EC986321CD304FB9.83611597633D441C1EF9BF3BB4067A87281083CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ca1b6d921fbde5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DupQx3CrQJfUy06eWUExZelV1NPw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ca1b6d921fbde5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306126%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D467EED631295FFFDF3EB9BA7EC986321CD304FB9.83611597633D441C1EF9BF3BB4067A87281083CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ca1b6d921fbde5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DupQx3CrQJfUy06eWUExZelV1NPw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-1657027921096104561?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2ca1b6d921fbde5b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1657027921096104561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=1657027921096104561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1657027921096104561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/1657027921096104561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-2405268838544785257</id><published>2008-03-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:30:56.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R97ccucDtFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5xWivrr33h8/s1600-h/DSC01780s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178819007582811218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R97ccucDtFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5xWivrr33h8/s320/DSC01780s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy forwards these surveys to me all the time, but I never reply back. I felt bad, so I finally filled one out...and it's all about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hunting Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I don't really wear socks, but my feet are an orangy color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Birds chirping and cars driving by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A liver treat and 4 small Mother Hubbard biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Can you drive a stick shift? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't know, haven't tried driving yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color would you be, if you were a color? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, I technically am a color (yellow to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Grand-Marmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess I have to...Love you Mommy! More treats please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old are you today? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7 months and 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Favorite drink? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love the water in the bath tub. It tastes much better than the water in my bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. What is your favorite sport to watch? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cops. I love watching those Shepherds fetch the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have ever dyed your hair? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, but mud wasn't a good look for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pets? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, 1 Mommy and 1 Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite food? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I haven't tried much, but I like pretty much anything I can fit into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Last movie you watched? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't ever stay awake through a whole movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Favorite Day of the year? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Every Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. What do you do to vent anger? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thought this was a given...GROWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I loved my fuzzy bone. Mommy got tired of mending it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Spring? What's Spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Cherry or Blueberry? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Never tried either, but probably both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite smell? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anything from my Daddy's grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All of the above, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite day of the week? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Weekends and Weekdays after 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. How many states have you lived in? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 - Nevada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-2405268838544785257?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2405268838544785257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=2405268838544785257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2405268838544785257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2405268838544785257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/survey.html' title='Survey...'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/R97ccucDtFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5xWivrr33h8/s72-c/DSC01780s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-7565522545550784597</id><published>2008-03-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:41:32.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescent Dog 101</title><content type='html'>I guess my mommy and daddy thought I was starting to get out of control or something because they took me to a training class last night.  I'm still not sure what provoked them to do something like this.  I listen all the time when they talk to me at home.  Okay, okay...I might not listen as well when I'm around friends, but come on!  I'm an adolescent (that's similar to a teenager to you humans) and I'd much rather play with my friends than listen to my mommy or daddy when we're somewhere other than in the house.  I'm way too cool for that!  DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two weeks, my mommy's been saying weird things to me like "Are you ready for boot camp?" "You'd better shape up or ship out!" "One more week to act like a crazy dog!"  I wasn't too sure what she meant until 6 pm last night.  We walked into the &lt;a href="http://www.dogtrainingbypj.com/"&gt;Dog Training by PJ&lt;/a&gt; doors and took a seat (well, my mommy and daddy sat down, I was much too excited).  A lot of new friends came through the same doors and I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to take a sniff.  My new friends included a Black Lab, Maltese, Shar-Pei, French Bulldog, Australian Shepherd, and a Weimeraner.  We were going to have so much fun playing!  Only, we never got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense that my mommy and daddy were nervous.  I think they thought I would get kicked out of class just like my cousin Marley.  I wasn't going to let that happen, but they didn't know that.  My teacher, PJ, started talking to all the parents.  All I heard was "Blah, blah, blah, treat, blah, blah...I'll demonstrate with Dakota."  What?!?  She was going to use me as the first guinea pig?  Well, I was the best looking girl in the class.  Who could blame her?  When it was all over, I didn't know what I had learned, but I sure did get a lot of treats from her.  I think I was the perfect student...why else would she have given me so many treats?  After that, my mommy and daddy took turns giving me treats and saying things like "Take It", "Dakota", "Sit".  Piece of cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some homework to do, but that just means more treats for me.  Yumm-O!  I have a feeling the next 5 weeks are going to be a blast!  So much for my girl-ish figure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-7565522545550784597?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7565522545550784597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=7565522545550784597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7565522545550784597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/7565522545550784597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/adolescent-dog-101.html' title='Adolescent Dog 101'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-8932737141198012952</id><published>2008-03-09T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:51:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdie</title><content type='html'>I got my first birdie yesterday!  If you're a golfer, please don't be confused with your kind of birdie.  You see, I'm a hunting dog.  Well, a bird dog to be more exact.  My long lines of ancestors were bred to retrieve birds that hunters shot down (I guess because hunters are lazy).  As I was taking a break from running around at the dog park, something moving caught my eye.  Usually, the moving items that catch my eye include paper, leaves, plastic bags, etc.  I thought this was going to turn up as just another stupid leaf.  To my surprise, it had small feathers and tried to fly away from me.  BUT, I was too fast for that little birdie.  I snatched it up into my mouth and ran around to all my friends and showed them what I had.  My mommy chased me yelling "Drop It Dakota!" and "Dakota, Leave it!", but I pretended not to hear her.  All I could think about was how proud my ancestors would've been.  The other dog parents in the park looked mortified, so I presumed none of them were hunters and didn't understand my keen bird instincts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months, the birds have been torturing me!  Flying overhead, sitting on fences and rooftops, hiding behind the glass windows.  Not this time!  I couldn't let this moment pass...I continued to bask in the Labrador glory by gallivanting around that 1 acre park.  That is, UNTIL I attempted to get a better grip on the birdie.  In a split second, the birdie was out of my mouth and on its way to freedom.  Oh well, it sure was fun while it lasted.  After the little birdie got away, I heard my mommy say "She is a bird dog" and I puffed out my chest and grinned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-8932737141198012952?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8932737141198012952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=8932737141198012952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8932737141198012952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8932737141198012952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/birdie.html' title='Birdie'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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-5984655304706356643.post-8741861567075707434</id><published>2008-03-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:41:03.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of ME!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends! I thought I would share some pictures of me with you today. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R9HNTwdfojI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e4fNr1sCFzg/s200/Dakota+014s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3M20uogz3JU/R9HMVgdfoiI/AAAAAAAAADs/WoS2_oYeAdY/s1600-h/Dakota+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-8741861567075707434?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8741861567075707434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=8741861567075707434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8741861567075707434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/8741861567075707434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures of ME!!'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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/_3M20uogz3JU/R9HPLwdfooI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1BaGE3kBttQ/s72-c/Dakota+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984655304706356643.post-2943829866680608731</id><published>2008-03-05T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:55:25.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drywall</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder what's behind that shiny, textured stuff that you stare at all day?  I did.  You see, last week I was in my room (my parents keep me in the laundry room during the day because I'm still learning) and I got bored with the 5 toys that were in there with me so I decided to see what was beyond the shine.  I started by licking it.  It didn't taste very well and it felt kinda funny.  I kept licking it and before I knew it, it was all soggy and soft.  I wasn't sure what was causing it to get all soggy, so I had to touch it with my paw.  A few more touches later and I had hit pay-dirt!  I managed to get some paper-like shiny stuff off and then I was into the soft, powdery stuff.  It was like heaven!  It came out so easily and it was so very soft.  The dirt in the backyard isn't even that soft.  Before I got too far, my parents came home and the fun was over.  I tried licking the wall the next day, but the powder was all gone and I had the taste of bitter apple in my mouth.  Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5984655304706356643-2943829866680608731?l=kotaskorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2943829866680608731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5984655304706356643&amp;postID=2943829866680608731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2943829866680608731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5984655304706356643/posts/default/2943829866680608731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kotaskorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/drywall.html' title='Drywall'/><author><name>Dakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901839657499349050</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
