<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198</id><updated>2011-09-21T06:30:59.185-07:00</updated><category term='bobcat'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Meeshka'/><category term='Santa Paws'/><category term='Hula'/><category term='Da dad'/><category term='Ice'/><title type='text'>Dusty Doodles Reporting</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Karamad's One Dusty Guy, a fluffy (not fat) Siberian Husky who commonly goes by Dusty Doodles.  I am reporting to you from Northern California, where it doesn't snow.  Read my blog for the latest updates about my local friends, including stinky cats, yippers, cowdogs and more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1855003694585073605</id><published>2008-05-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:37:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved!!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Moved!!!  Doodles now has his own interweb-page and his very own blog there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My address for the interweb-page is:  &lt;a href="http://www.dustydoodlesreporting.com/"&gt;http://www.dustydoodlesreporting.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the address for my blog is now at:  &lt;a href="http://blog.dustydoodlesreporting.com/"&gt;http://blog.dustydoodlesreporting.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit me there and don't forget to leave your pawprint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1855003694585073605?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1855003694585073605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1855003694585073605&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1855003694585073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1855003694585073605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-9133067166287937013</id><published>2007-11-26T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:48:07.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Dog Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0tnpAiKthI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SiTILX5ukRk/s1600-h/blankets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137313754161788434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0tnpAiKthI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SiTILX5ukRk/s320/blankets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes my Da momma isn't so stoopid and sometimes she does good.  This is one of those times.  Da momma wrote this post to her husky groups and Doodles felt it was worthy to be posted here, so I found the post and cut and pasted it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's that time of year when many charities are begging for your dollar. There are many great dog related charities out there and I support several of them myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, there are dogs that are often forgotten -- shelter dogs. Many of these dogs are not adopted and face the executioner's needle. Most of these dogs are housed on concrete which can be cold and damp during the winter months. Most of the shelters do not have heating in the kennel areas and this can be especially hard on the older dogs, who take extra time to find a home (if they ever do).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year, as it's getting colder and you are bringing out your winter blankets and quilts, I'm sure many of you will be replacing some of those blankets, quilts and throws, as yours have gotten old and just plain thread-bare. Before you toss them in the trash, could you please call your local animal shelter and see if they can use them to help keep the dogs warm??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many of the big city dog shelters are now going to above the ground beds for the dogs, but those of us in rural areas with small shelters and smaller budgets just don't have those luxuries for our shelter dogs. A blanket can make all the difference in the world to a dog on a cold winter night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shelters that are still using blankets will have washers and dryers and believe me when I say they run 24/7 this time of year! More then once while I was working at the shelter, I stayed late, without pay, to make sure all the blankets were washed and each dog had one before I went home. Having extra blankets would help!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about them being thread-bare or even if with quilts, if some of the stuffing is coming out -- most of the shelters will repair them and/or give them to dogs that won't rip them up --- remember not every cold dog is a Siberian!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other thing, a lot of times Wal-Mart puts their cheap throws (regular $4) on clearance after the holidays for as low as $1. These are wonderfully warm for a dog and even if you could only spend $5 (5 throws) -- it would be a big help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all you do, every day for the dogs!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all you huskypups, doglets and other dogs, GO now and raid your hooman's closets and pull out all their old blankets and make your hoomans take them to the shelter.  Keep a dog warm!  Not all dogs are as lucky as us and many could sure use a blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Da momma said she's replacing all of our blankets with new ones and she's gonna wash up our old ones and take them to the shelter, plus she's buying a bunch of new ones from Wally's and taking them too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let any dog be cold this winter!  WE can do this!!  GO NOW and donate those blankets!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-9133067166287937013?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9133067166287937013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=9133067166287937013&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/9133067166287937013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/9133067166287937013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-dog-warm.html' title='Keep A Dog Warm'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0tnpAiKthI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SiTILX5ukRk/s72-c/blankets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1968077595264772317</id><published>2007-11-24T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:14:57.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Sister's HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0iB1giKtgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CiDubMqK_Ig/s1600-h/Sister1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136498131282343426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0iB1giKtgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CiDubMqK_Ig/s320/Sister1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Sister is HERE!!!  She and Timmay came to visit yesterday -- Doodles didn't get to jump on her head cuz it was my day outside, BUT Da momma says theys coming back TODAY and TODAY is my day in the house!!!  WOOWOOWOOO!!!  Doodles gets to jump on Da Sister's head!!!!  DoInG tHe HaPpY hUsKy DaNcE!!!!!  Doodles can't wait to jump on Da Sister's head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma told me that Da sister needs extra husky hugs cuz she's gonna be a MODEL teacher!!  See it's like this, Da Sister is a bery, bery good teacher and her whole class of kidlets are doing really goods -- they can reads way ahead of their grades -- so Da Sister is getting the award from the currikulum peopols and she has to go to O-Land-O, Floryda!!  Doodles is so excited for Da Sister and I always knew she was a good teacher, cuz she taught Doodles lots!!  She taught me when I was just a little pup how to wrestle with peopols and how to sits and how to JUMP on her heads!!!!  So all you huskypups and other doglets, if you live in Floryda watch for my Da Sister, k??  She's really nice to doglets and huskypups, not to mention other dogs as well.  I bet she will even have cookies in her pockets in case she meets any of you!!  Don't forget to jump on her head!! She says she hates it, but Doodles knows she really loves it.  Da momma says she'll try to get a picture of Doodles jumping on Da Sister's head to show yous hows its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I know it was Turkey Day the other day and even though Doodles tried to get on the puter, the puter didn't like Doodles.  So HAPPY TURKEY DAY a bit late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Day is a day to be thankful -- I don't know why they calls it Turkey  Day and not Thankful Day -- but peopols are stupid, so it's hard telling why they have to have a whole day devoted to eating turkey.  Doodles likes turkey and everything, but Doodles thinks if peopols has a day for turkey, they should have a day for chickens and we could eat chickens all day.  We could call it Thank Chicken Day or somefin.  I'm gonna talk to Meeshka about it and maybe when she rules the world, she will make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is Doodles thankful for?? Da momma says its a traydeshun to list 7 things you are thankful for on Turkey Day.  So, even thoughs I'm a little lates -- here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Doodles is thankful for his Da momma and his Da dad and of course Da Sister.  In fact Doodles loves his whole hooman family cuz they take good cares of Doodles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is thankful that Whiskey came to be my friend and my girl.  I was pretty lonely before she came and I'm really happy she's here now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is thankful for the good foods that I gets. I eats Canidae, but it always has something pecial in it.  Sometimes it has chicken soups, sometimes yogert, sometimes cheese, sometimes deer or even beefalo.  It's always good and it's always on time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is thankful Da momma buys the best cookies ever and I gets lots of them, as long as I don't get too fluffy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is thankful for a nice dog house when I'm outside and that I gets to sleep on the couch when I'm inside.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is thankful for MUD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doodles is most thankful for YOU!  All my blog friends!!  Give yourself a big Husky WOOOOO!! for being such great friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it for today -- time to go wait for Da Sister!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1968077595264772317?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1968077595264772317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1968077595264772317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1968077595264772317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1968077595264772317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-sisters-here.html' title='Da Sister&apos;s HERE!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/R0iB1giKtgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CiDubMqK_Ig/s72-c/Sister1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-4701200381604408088</id><published>2007-11-12T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:43:51.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis and Dat</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, everypup, it's been a few weeks, but Doodles has been busy!!  Doing nothinggg!!!!  wooowooowooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of visitors the other night.  Yip brought his whole klan to visit us.  Several of the yippers were in our front yard -- they hopped the fence to visit with us.  Now, lest you gets scared, they didn't do no harm, thems just sats on the grass part of our yards and yipped at us.  We had a nice time, Da momma and Da dad said they didn't appreciate our visitors.  I guess we were too noisey or somefin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma's all done doing the workie thing every day, now she's just doing her regular workie thing -- that's nice to have Da momma home with us when she's supposed to be home with us!  Today she's home, cuz she said she was taking a howliday -- Doodles hasn't heard her howl yet, but I know she will sooner or later.  She did however, make us cool new beds for the house.  They are really for Meanie Shonee and Tunman, but Da momma says we can use them when we are in the house for our inside time.  They are very nice and Doodles is trying hard not to rip them up.  I don't thinks I will, cuz they are very comfortable to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad says they have a baby roo at his exoptic animul farm. Her name is Joey.  Da dad says that he had to take Joey away from her momma so they could bottle feed her and make her nice to humans.  One day, Da dad promised, he will bring Joey home for us to sniff her real good.  Right now we just gets to sniff Da dad's jacket, which smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!  I almost forgots to tell yous -- we have MUD!!!  Doodles loves the mud, but Whiskey Girl loves the muds more -- in fact when we don't have natural muds, she will make her own muds by swimming in the water bucket and then rolling in the dirt!  She looks funny with muds all over her and Da momma doesn't like it much -- she calls her a LabberSibe cuz only Labs like muds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is new here -- what's new in your neighborhood????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-4701200381604408088?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4701200381604408088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=4701200381604408088&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4701200381604408088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4701200381604408088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/11/dis-and-dat.html' title='Dis and Dat'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1535013226562018532</id><published>2007-10-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:47:33.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peepols are Stupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rx6HPJ3O9vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h6czHzAu4co/s1600-h/poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124682120409577202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rx6HPJ3O9vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h6czHzAu4co/s320/poison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles wants to warn everypup!  Someone came to our house and threw cookies in at us -- we thought they were nice peepols, but they were very bad.  The cookies had poison on them and Tunman got sick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is okay now and thank doG, that most of the cookies that they threw at us didn't make it into our pens.  Da momma and Da dad picked them all up and turned them over to Animul Control.  They's the good peepols that help us huskies and other pups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles is glad Tunman is okay.  BUT everypup and thier hooman needs to be extra careful and check your yards and pens every day before you gets the ugly peepols, who are very bad, in your neighborhood throwing cookies in your yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be careful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1535013226562018532?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1535013226562018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1535013226562018532&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1535013226562018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1535013226562018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/peepols-are-stupid.html' title='Peepols are Stupid!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rx6HPJ3O9vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h6czHzAu4co/s72-c/poison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-8558341743491977090</id><published>2007-10-17T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:45:41.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From StinkyKat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxazP8lV6eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8MN-_BX_Qlg/s1600-h/Skunk-in-Grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122478712722680290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxazP8lV6eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8MN-_BX_Qlg/s320/Skunk-in-Grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to tell you today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Doodles and Whiskey's night in the pen...we spend every other night out in our pen becuz of Meanie Shonee. Anyway, we had a very special visitor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STINKYKAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, yup, yup!! StinkyKat camed right up to our pen and even gave Whiskey and Doodles some special StinkyKat perfume. It sure smells nice, but it burns your eyes and when you gets it in your nose, it makes you do this foam at the mouth stuff. Oh, but the smell is truly wonderful. Da dad smelled it when he camed out to bring us our foods this morning and Doodles thinks he still had the foamy stuff in his mouth, cuz the Da dad got the house and rinse my mouths out and my eyes -- that felt better. Then he sprayed Whiskey and Doodles with the water. He had to go to the exoptic animul place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Da momma came home she brought us in the house and at first she thoughts that just me, the Doodles got the special perfume, but then she realized that Whiskey smelled pretty too. So, get this, she makes us this special stuff and puts it all over our faces -- it takes our perfume away!!! Whatz up with that??? She said somefin about we reeked. Doodles doesn't know what that means, but I don't think it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles hope that StinkyKat will come back soon and share some more of his special perfume with us. Next time I'm gonna close my eyes and mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we have new furreal cats that are hanging out. See, Da momma feeds the furreal cats, but in a place that we can't get to them. They are pretty fragile and when Doodles tries to play with them, they have a habit of dying. So Da momma puts their foods away from us and our pens. But, them furreal cats aren't too smart, they keep coming closer and closer to our pens. Maybe they wants to play?? Da momma is pretty worried about them and has to trap them to take them to Dr. Brenda, cuz she says that the furreal cats are broken like puppies and have to get fixed. They don't look broken to Doodles, they look like they wants to play. Maybe these two new furreal cats aren't so fragile and could play -- I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad reports as the exoptic animul farm they have a baby roo. AND he's in his momma's pocket. Da dad is gonna take the camera and see if he can get a picture so Doodles can show you. But Da dad said he sticks his head out of the pocket and he's really cute. Da dad said his name is Joey. Doodles thinks that's a nice name for him and Doodles can't wait to see pictures of him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, time for dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-8558341743491977090?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8558341743491977090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=8558341743491977090&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/8558341743491977090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/8558341743491977090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/visit-from-stinkykat.html' title='A Visit From StinkyKat'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxazP8lV6eI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8MN-_BX_Qlg/s72-c/Skunk-in-Grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-4140456079150540740</id><published>2007-10-13T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:02:57.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid Hoomans!  A Lesson in Siberians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxFWXRbObTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XC_TAqoV8DY/s1600-h/Dusty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120969209111538994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxFWXRbObTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XC_TAqoV8DY/s320/Dusty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Da momma is really frustrated and so, I decided to help her.  Da momma belongs to several email groups about us Siberians and it seems as though lots of peepole are joining these groups who have gotten a wee little Siberian and don't know the first thing about them.  Da momma is frustrated becuz she joined these groups long, long before Doodles came here and she has always helped peepoles with their Siberians and other dogs.  Now, that does not mean Da momma knows everything, becuz we all know that hoomans are stoopid, but she knows plenty about us Siberians and it takes us lots of thinking to pull something over on her.  Seems she's on to all our tricks and ever some we haven't thought of yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Doodles is going to write the most frustrating things peepoles say that makes my Da momma scream.  Doodles doesn't like that high pitched scream.  Then Doodles will answer those questions hisself.  Since other peepoles don't want to listen to Da momma, maybe they will listen to Doodles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My puppy just made a noise, it sounded like a 'wow', is he sick, is this normal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is called a woo and most all of us Siberians do that to try to communicate with you stoopid hoomans that can't seem to read tail, ear and lip language.  Some Siberians say woo, some aroo, some roo, and some awrrooo.  All are correct.  It means different things at different times.  I've been known to tell a whole woo story for 15 or 20 minutes.  When Da momma tries to say woo, she always says the wrong thing and makes me mad, so it's best if you don't try to woo back at your pup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My puppy is coming home tomorrow, he's 6 weeks old, help!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pup is too young to come to your house.  He still needs his momma and brothers and sisters.  See it's like this, pups need to learn about things like bite inhibition and when to play bitie and what it means when no one will play with you.  Dog mommas teach us those things and much more.  When a hooman takes us away from our dog mommas at 6 weeks, they are STOOPID!!  Leave that pup where he is for at least another 3-4 weeks.  Doodles didn't come to our house until he was 11 weeks old.  Da momma thought that was the perfect age and I agree.  I didn't miss my brothers and sisters, didn't cry all night, and had lots of fun.  My signals to go potty were more recognizable to Da momma and the other hoomans and it was much easier to potty train me then it was with any other younger pup.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help! My little pup has the runs and is vomiting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doh!  Get off the computer, stoopid hooman and get that pup to the dog doctor.  If you need Dr. Brenda's number look it up!  Pups who are going out both ends are very sick and could die.  Why are you wasting your time with a bunch of other stoopid hoomans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I researched this breed, but no where did it say it would lose so much fur, there must be something wrong with my dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooo!  You did not research SIBERIAN HUSKIES if you did not know we shed.  We shed all year long and then twice a year we attempt to take over the world with our shedding -- that's called blow.  See, what happens is we shed all our under furs and our guardy hairs and make big piles, the thought is that when we get enough fluff on the ground, we will all sneeze at once, all the Siberians all over the world, and it will blow up into a white cloud.  During that white cloud blow up, the hoomans will be sneezing and rubbing their eyes and then quick, we will put Turbo in the White House (after which it will be called Turbo's House) and Siberian's will take over the world.  It hasn't worked thus far becuz the stoopid hoomans got Dysons and cleaners and sucker things to suck up our fluff.  BUT, we are working on a plan to grow bionic furs so it will break all those hooman machines.  Meeshka has it about perfected now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's enough for today -- Da momma is right, these stoopid questions are frustrating!!  If you have any questions about Siberians for Doodles, send them and I'll answer more questions next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-4140456079150540740?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4140456079150540740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=4140456079150540740&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4140456079150540740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4140456079150540740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/stoopid-hoomans-lesson-in-siberians.html' title='Stoopid Hoomans!  A Lesson in Siberians!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RxFWXRbObTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XC_TAqoV8DY/s72-c/Dusty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1484081583763347843</id><published>2007-10-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:59:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpossum is Deadpossum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rw2QSZmWZXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qnxL1cE7vOc/s1600-h/opossum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119906997173904754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rw2QSZmWZXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qnxL1cE7vOc/s320/opossum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumpossum is Deadpossum. NO!  Doodles did not kill him.  Da momma did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma was on her way to workie and she ran over deadpossum with her car thing.  Before you get mad, she didn't mean to, she said she ran right in front of her and she couldn't stop in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she stopped after and she was dead.  She wasn't just playing deadpossum, which Doodles understands they can do. Da momma said she was really dead.  The Deadpossum had babies on her back though and Da momma ranned over a couple of them as well.  But some were alive, so she called Da dad to bring her a crate.  She tells me that her and Da dad gots them into the crate and she took them to a lady who raised deadpossums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she did not take my crate -- she took the cats' crate.  My crate is too big for baby deadpossums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that's new in the country.  The cowdogs are still missing, but Doodles hasn't seen them build any puppochino place, so maybe they aren't going to build a city or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new in your country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1484081583763347843?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1484081583763347843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1484081583763347843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1484081583763347843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1484081583763347843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/dumpossum-is-deadpossum.html' title='Dumpossum is Deadpossum'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rw2QSZmWZXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qnxL1cE7vOc/s72-c/opossum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-7260221174273754247</id><published>2007-10-07T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:23:59.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwlZd0AQ63I/AAAAAAAAAGI/axlxa5yzdw0/s1600-h/cowdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118720820194110322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwlZd0AQ63I/AAAAAAAAAGI/axlxa5yzdw0/s320/cowdogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you seen the cowdogs that used to live across the street from me??  They are missing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were there on Friday, cuz they comed to the fence and we visited for a while.  But, on Saturday afternoon when Doodles went back out to my pen, they were gone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only were they gone, but someone took their water tanks and their pens and even part of their fence!!  Doodles doesn't think they just escaped, cuz where would the water tanks be??  The tanks were too big for them to carry them or even drag them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles asked Da momma if she say what happened to the cowdogs, but she said she didn't.  She did see a pickemup truck out there this morning on her way to workie, but there were no cowdogs.   Doodles wants the cowdogs back where they belong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da momma says she hopes they didn't sell that property and they better not be gonna build houses there either. Doodles thinks that was her way of saying she wants the cowdogs to come home too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't think they would build houses there, do you??  I been thinking about it and I know about 5 years ago, when I was just a little pup, they came and paved the road, so it's not dirt anymore.  Doodles thinks they have the paved roads in the cities, right??  About 3 years ago or so, they gave us an actual address, where we don't have an RR on our mail box any more.  People in the cities have real addresses, don't they??  Doodles knows that men have been in the road measuring with measuring things. Aren't the cities all measured and stuff?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my doG, they are gonna build a city where the cowdogs lived!!  Doodles don't want to live in the city!!!  Doodles is a country hooskey!!  What will happen to Yip and Mr.Bob and Jack if they build a city??  Please, this is important, write your city peoples and tell them Dusty Doodles doesn't want a city!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so upset, it must be time for more cookies!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-7260221174273754247?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7260221174273754247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=7260221174273754247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7260221174273754247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7260221174273754247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing.html' title='MISSING!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwlZd0AQ63I/AAAAAAAAAGI/axlxa5yzdw0/s72-c/cowdogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-2333524386498982716</id><published>2007-10-03T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:00:34.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yip and Yippers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwQn8RRkeNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1VSWCSDAfxI/s1600-h/yipper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117258992982456530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwQn8RRkeNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1VSWCSDAfxI/s320/yipper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has read all of your comments and it seems that many of my friends are not sure exactly what Yip is. Yip is kinda like us dogs, but he is a kyotee. Doodles calls them Yippers because instead of barking or woo-ing like normal pups, they yiiiiiippppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma says that Yippers are kinda like wild dogs. They are a member of our sitific family, but more like distant cousins or somefin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles will tell you what Yip has told me about Yippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippers don't like hoomans.  They are very afraid of hoomans because hoomans set traps for them that catch their legs and then they shoot them with the bang things and they die.  So Yippers don't want anything to do with hoomans at all.  They don't have a house, not even a dog house, but they do have denz.  Denz are places that they sleep and have their pups.  The Yippers have to make their own denz.  I tried it and dug a big hole under my house, Yip said it was pretty good, but it would have to be way deeper and bigger at the sleepy end for a Yipper to be able to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippers also don't have cookies.  See, cuz they don't like hoomans, they have no one to give them cookies or their foods for that matter.  They have to find their own foods.  Yip told me it's hard work to find your own foods, cuz first you have to find it, then sneak up on it and then run after if and kill it, all before you gets to eat it.  And it's not cooked.  Doodles doesn't mind the not cooked part, sometimes Doodles gets uncooked meats and stuffs, and Doodles doesn't mind running after his foods -- but it sure seems like lots of hard work, just to get your foods.  Yip also told me that sometimes he has to go days and days without foods, cuz either he can't find any or the foods are faster then he is and they runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip told me he eats mice and rats and Jacks.  I couldn't believe that Yips would eat Jacks, cuz Jacks are my friends too.  But I guess if you are really hungry a Jack might look pretty good to eat.  Yip also eats kittycats that hoomans don't keep in the house.  He told me that kittycats make pretty good foods, cuz the little ones aren't very smart or fast and one time he was running after a little kittycat and the kittycat ran right into his denz!  He also said sometimes he gets lucky and a cowpup is born and is sick so he doesn't have to run after those.  So sometimes he gets those too.  But he has to be careful, cuz the momma cowpup will kick at him and stuff. Oh and sometimes he gets chicken too, but he has to take the feathers off himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip told Doodles that he feels pretty safe coming to my house cuz he has watched us the whole time we have lived here and he knows that Da momma and Da dad don't hurt Yippers or any other animul.  Every winter, when it's cold and there aren't too many foods running around for Yip, Da momma will put meats out for him, so he has something to eats.  Da momma says it's probably not the smartest thing to do, cuz she doesn't want him to get habituated (whatever that means) to hoomans and hoomans giving them food, but she feels sorry for him.  So Da momma will buy extra chickens and stuffs for him in the winter time. I tolds Da momma to leave him some cookies too, cuz Yip said he would like to try them sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though Yippers are kinda like us pups, they are lots different.  And their lives are lots harder then ours -- they don't have couches or houses or air conditioning or nothing.  They only have what they can find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that answers some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-2333524386498982716?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2333524386498982716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=2333524386498982716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2333524386498982716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2333524386498982716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/yip-and-yippers.html' title='Yip and Yippers!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwQn8RRkeNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1VSWCSDAfxI/s72-c/yipper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-2712526586104472118</id><published>2007-10-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:12:26.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Animuls!!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles appreciates all the comments!! Da momma has been keeping up her end of our deal and giving me a cookie for each comment!! And yes, Holly, commenting twice, earns me two cookies!! So please help keep Doodles in cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is thinking that since everyhusky and pup liked the pictures of the xoptic animuls, I would post some more and tell you what I know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have lots of animuls at the xoptic farm and Da dad says it's a petting place. Doodles thinks he should go there, cuz then I could get lots more pets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoo -- here is the first animul of the night ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116920956634779058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL0f9v3zbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/deVMGS3ej68/s320/ostrich.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is a kind of chickenbird, his name Ostris. He is really big. The first picture in last night's post was a picture of his face. Da dad says he doesn't fly but he is still a bird. He is the biggest chickenbird I have ever seen. Look at the size of his leg --- doesn't that look like a yummy meal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116921755498696130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL1Odv3zcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZpdKLEnIHWg/s320/indian_peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is another kind of chickenbird. His name is Peecock. Doodles doesn't know who thinks up these names, but they are stupid. Anywoo, this chickenbird has lots of very pretty feathers, but not much meat. What good is that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116922425513594322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL11dv3zdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XVENUJ0sPhg/s320/llama-1-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the tallest dog Doodles has ever seen. Da dad says his name is Yawma. Da dad says he's a pack animul, but Doodles is a pack animul and Yawma doesn't look anything like Doodles. Da momma said when she was there visiting, Yawma and his friends tried to spit on her. Doodles thinks that dogs don't spit, and maybe Yawma was trying to kiss Da momma. Doodles always kisses Da momma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last picture of the xoptic animuls tonight and then a very special picture!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116925157112794594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL4Udv3zeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ld1HjyjTjO4/s320/hedghog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Da dad calls this a pocket pet, but Doodles isn't sure if he is in the Roo's pocket or not. This guy's name is Hegerhog. It sure looks like a porkipine to me, but Doodles has never seen a porkipine in a pocket either. The only things in pockets are COOKIES. Maybe Hegerhog is a cookie?? What do you think??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, a very special picture!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116925938796842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL5B9v3zfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2CQG9yUBhws/s320/yipper2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of my special Yipper friend!!! He came to visit the other morning and as he was leaving, Da momma got this picture of him!! He visits pretty regularly now and we talk to each other -- Doodles does woo and he does yiiiip and we talk all night sometimes!! He has some neat stories to tell, about chasing Jacks and Bob's and stuff. And one night he told me that Mr. Hoot swooped outta the air and dive bombed him. He was pretty scared he said. He looks little in this picture, but Yip is my size and sometimes he hangs out right outside of my pen. Whiskey doesn't like him too much, but she's getting used to him and I even heard her woo to him once!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for tonight -- keep the comments coming -- I need more cookies!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-2712526586104472118?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2712526586104472118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=2712526586104472118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2712526586104472118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2712526586104472118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-animuls.html' title='More Animuls!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwL0f9v3zbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/deVMGS3ej68/s72-c/ostrich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-3483154963723879259</id><published>2007-10-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:58:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHOOOO I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGF7A8uQEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9g-Hj2ydu9I/s1600-h/ostrich_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116517900583059522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGF7A8uQEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9g-Hj2ydu9I/s320/ostrich_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey friends, gosh do I have any left?? I'm back!!! It's been a long time since I've posted and much has happened. The reason why I haven't posted is because Blogger is stupid and wouldn't let me in!! They finally decided to be less stupid and here Doodles is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after my last post, Da momma went to the dessert to visit Da sister. She was gone a few days and when she came back she just complained about how hot it was in the dessert. She did take pictures though!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of SadieMae and the Husky that Da momma gave her. SadieMae is trying to become a Husky and needs some help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116515010070069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGDSw8uQBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aumWJiZR8BU/s320/Sadie+-+Husky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Da momma said SadieMae really liked her Husky and carried it around and played with it. Do you think SadieMae will become a real Husky??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Da sister and Timmay. Doodles really likes Timmay and I hopes him and Da sister stay together for a long time. They are going to come and visit at Turkey Day and Doodles already has plans to sit on Da sister's head. Doodles also plans on giving Timmay lots of kisses because he doesn't like doggy kisses!!! woowooowooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116515826113855522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGECQ8uQCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RtcGWAd9n3M/s320/Sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Da momma was in the dessert she went to visit her new great nephew pup. His name is Caycee. Doodles likes that name and thinks that we should get a new pup of the Woo kind with that name. Da momma says no. Here is a picture of Da momma and the Caycee pup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116519017274556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGG8A8uQGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KzIwnrK51J0/s320/Mom+and+pup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When Da momma came home from the dessert, Da dad got a news job. 'Member last year this time, Da dad had his big neuter on his heart and Doodles was very scared. Well, Da dad is all better and got tired of staying home with Doodles, so he gots himself a workie job. Now, don't get all scared, Doodles talked to Da momma about it and she thinks it's good for him. Da dad's workie job is at the animal farm. They have xoptic animals there. Here are some pictures of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116520086721413234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGH6Q8uQHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nWbCrp1tgAg/s320/Kangaroo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a roo. I've not met him, but Da dad says he's pretty nice. I know he smells nice, cuz I always smells Da dad real good when he comes home. Da dad helps take care of him and says he built hims a dinner table and a shade shelter. One time Meanie Shonee had to eat roobutt, I don't think it was this roobutt, cuz his butt looks in one piece, but it was some roobutt. We wondered what a roo was and what a roobutt looked like, nows we knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116520971484676226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGItw8uQII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SP2t-Rg5wRQ/s320/relaxing_kangaroo_galleryfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is another picture or the roo.  He looks kinda cute, don't you think??  Da momma says he has a special pocket that he carries his babies in.  Doodles doesn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles will post more pictures of the animals at Da dad's xoptic animal farm where he does the workie job, but right now it's time for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-3483154963723879259?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3483154963723879259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=3483154963723879259&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3483154963723879259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3483154963723879259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/10/wooohoooo-im-back.html' title='WOOOHOOOO I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RwGF7A8uQEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9g-Hj2ydu9I/s72-c/ostrich_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-7036750405634051659</id><published>2007-07-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:54:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to list my favorite books. Well, Doodles has a hard time reading, because I can't turn the pages real well. I've tried, but it just doesn't work and Doodles ends up ripping the pages out of the books. BUT! Da momma reads to me. She has always read to me during storms when they have the thunder stuff and during hunting season when there are big booms going on. She's done this since I was a little pup. I don't need her to read to me any more during those scary things, but I still like it!! So when I see her with a book, Doodles will curl up next to her and woo her until she reads to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books are the ones that I like her to read to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS6HZ1Q80I/AAAAAAAAADg/GzqX5bvYc7w/s1600-h/p_beyond_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090398115191649090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS6HZ1Q80I/AAAAAAAAADg/GzqX5bvYc7w/s320/p_beyond_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyond Words; Talking with Animal and Nature&lt;/strong&gt;, by Marta Williams. Marta is a good friend who has talked to me before and in this book, she teaches other hoomans how to talk to their animuls. Marta is what the hoomans call a animul communicator. She recently helped find a lady's husky on Sibernet. Marta has helped find many lost dogs and helped many hoomans know what their animuls are feeling. Doodles thinks Da momma should just memorize this book and then she would know when I wanted a cookie, instead of me having to tell her and show her and think that she's a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS7B51Q81I/AAAAAAAAADo/2rvSiNcfTJc/s1600-h/12+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090399120213996370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS7B51Q81I/AAAAAAAAADo/2rvSiNcfTJc/s320/12+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twelve Dogs of Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; by Emma Kragen is a fun book that Da momma always reads me at Christmas time. We have the music from it too and Doodles always woo's with the 7 howling Huskies! You really need to get this book and either read it, if you can turn the pages, or make your hooman read it too you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS7pJ1Q82I/AAAAAAAAADw/p5swVjLvtLw/s1600-h/All+Creatures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090399794523861858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS7pJ1Q82I/AAAAAAAAADw/p5swVjLvtLw/s320/All+Creatures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Creatures Great and Small &lt;/strong&gt;by James Herriot is one of Doodles' all time favorites! It's about a country vet, like my Dr. Brenda and his favorite patients. Some of the patients are dogs, but he treats all kinds of animals! He seems like he is a very good doctor and Doodles been thinking that maybe Dr. Brenda learned from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS8XZ1Q83I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QId0MflBtK0/s1600-h/dogs-never-lie-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090400589092811634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS8XZ1Q83I/AAAAAAAAAD4/QId0MflBtK0/s320/dogs-never-lie-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs Never Lie About Love &lt;/strong&gt;by Jeffery Moussaieff Masson. What can Doodles say. Dogs NEVER lie about love!! That's the truth!! But Da momma says in some of the book, Jeffrey is all wet, but she still likes it and it used to be required reading for her adoptive parents when she was doing rescue. It does make a person stop and think. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS-Fp1Q84I/AAAAAAAAAEA/MqYQg-8Xt_o/s1600-h/Dummies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090402483173389186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS-Fp1Q84I/AAAAAAAAAEA/MqYQg-8Xt_o/s320/Dummies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siberian Huskies for Dummies&lt;/strong&gt; by Diane Morgan. Doodles just loves this book!! Da momma reads it all the time and then Doodles does things opposite of the book, just to keep her guessing!! This was another book that Da momma made people get before they took one of her foster dogs. It's a great book and Doodles knows that if more Siberian Huskies read this, we could over throw the world quicker, because we could just do things different then in the book and our hoomans wouldn't know what to make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, Dusty Doodles' 5 favorite books! I tag &lt;a href="http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sadie Mae&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://buttersbe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Butters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://piratemaverick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maverick,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dashiesrule.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Little Dashies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://dashiesrule.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-7036750405634051659?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7036750405634051659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=7036750405634051659&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7036750405634051659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7036750405634051659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqS6HZ1Q80I/AAAAAAAAADg/GzqX5bvYc7w/s72-c/p_beyond_bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-6071127803972766448</id><published>2007-07-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:41:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight of the Honey Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqN1p51Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADY/5NiLi-ZDMcg/s1600-h/honey_bee_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090041366618108722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqN1p51Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADY/5NiLi-ZDMcg/s320/honey_bee_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles had a battle this week. It was with a honey bee. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles was in the back pen, just minding my own business, eating the olives that had fallen from the trees. Then Doodles saw it!! It was a honey bee that landed on one of my olives!! Bad honey bee, those are my olives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Doodles picked up the honey bee with my mouth, real easy like and pittooied him out, away from my olives. He seemed to be pretty shocked, because he just stayed there for a minute. But then all of a sudden he decided he was going to get on my olive again. So again, I picked him up with my mouth, really easy like and pittooied him out away from my olives. Well then he decided he wanted to fight for the olive and started buzzing my face. So I caughts him in my mouth and he was buzzing around in there. I decided to teach him a lesson and was just going to let him buzz in my mouth and not let him out for a bit. When all of a sudden he did it!!! He stung my tongue!! OUCH!!! That hurt!!! So Doodles got the last bite, I chomped him up and swallowed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles came running in the house, I was pawing at my face and sticking my tongue out real long. Da momma was at workie, so it was up to Da dad to fix me up. Da dad asked what was wrong. Hello, my tongue is swelling and it about touching the floor!! So Da dad gets his glasses and looks at my tongue and finds the stinger part in there. He pulls it out and gets me some ice to chew on. While Doodles is chewing his ice, Da dad calls Da momma and I think she told him to give me medicine, because next thing I know, Da dad is poking pills down my throat. I gots more ice too and even an OTTER POP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine made me a little sleepy, so Doodles had to take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-6071127803972766448?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6071127803972766448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=6071127803972766448&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/6071127803972766448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/6071127803972766448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/fight-of-honey-bee.html' title='The Fight of the Honey Bee'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RqN1p51Q8zI/AAAAAAAAADY/5NiLi-ZDMcg/s72-c/honey_bee_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-541361307756163178</id><published>2007-07-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:27:32.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About ME!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am redoing things around here.  I have added a page all about me.  It's called 101 Things About ME!!!  you can find it &lt;a href="http://101dustydoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  I have also listed in on my side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles thinks he compromised with Da momma.  I want a Dustydoodles.com, but Da momma says she has to spend her dollars on Doodles cookies.  So, because I want my cookies (and to sponsor Meeshka in the blogathon) I decided maybe I could just spruce things up around here.  If you get a chance check out the page about ME! and leave me a message about what you thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is also coming up with an AWARD.  Come back and check on that -- cuz I'm designing the graphic, but I need Da sister to do the codie thing for it and she's on vacation (Sadie Mae is in the doggy hotel).  So once Da sister comes back and does the codie for the graphic (so Doodles can share it), then Doodles with be giving awards!!  It will be for good reporting, cuz you knows Doodles loves to report on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, it's cookie time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-541361307756163178?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/541361307756163178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=541361307756163178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/541361307756163178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/541361307756163178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-about-me.html' title='All About ME!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-8070744448870669089</id><published>2007-07-14T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:20:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Award!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my friend &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy&lt;/a&gt; gave me this nifty award!!! WOOOWOOOO Thanks Indy!!! Inday says Doodles has to give it to some friends too, so I give it to &lt;a href="http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sadie Mae&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dashiesrule.blogspot.com/"&gt;The doglets (Roxie, Sammy and Andy)&lt;/a&gt; and to &lt;a href="http://tucker-talks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tucker&lt;/a&gt;!!! All you have to do is copy and paste this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087233989532315362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rpl8XDNd7uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5i3m5E8jLOQ/s320/Rockin%2BGuy%2BBlogger%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Make sure you give it to your friends as well!! Doodles puts one on his side bar, where he keeps all his awards!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hears that &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; is feeling better, except the gimpy's are bothering her. Doodles is so glad she got over her youteei and is feeling better. I can't wait until the &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/index.php"&gt;blogathon&lt;/a&gt;. I knows we are going to have lots of fun!! AND Doodles gets Meeshka fluff!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Da momma is thinking about letting me have my very own website named after me. She says I would have to share it with her and let her put stuff up there, but Doodles could do his blog thing there and he could make all the doggy pages and stuff. She's still thinking about it. Doodles thinks she should just do it, whys do hoomans have to think so much?? That's what gets thems into troubles and they don't even have a crate to go it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's hot here, so Doodles has to go cool his paws now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-8070744448870669089?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8070744448870669089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=8070744448870669089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/8070744448870669089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/8070744448870669089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-award.html' title='New Award!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rpl8XDNd7uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5i3m5E8jLOQ/s72-c/Rockin%2BGuy%2BBlogger%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1896070163155762868</id><published>2007-07-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:00:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles is Sad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RpFb61pvN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/XGyAgGm12EQ/s1600-h/Dusty+Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084946520670680994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RpFb61pvN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/XGyAgGm12EQ/s320/Dusty+Sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have it on good word that our HULA leader and my heart-throbe, &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; is sick.  Da momma was telling me that she has something called a youteei.  Her hoomans took her to Dr. Brenda and she's on medicine.  Doodles hopes &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; feels better soon.  I'll be checking her &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for updates.  Doodles knows when she feels better she will tell us all about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are out and about, please check on &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; and to make her feel better, you might wanna sponsor her in the &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=top"&gt;Blogathon&lt;/a&gt;. Meeshka is doing this &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=top"&gt;Blogathon&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.nbrescue.com/"&gt;Harness to Hope Rescue&lt;/a&gt;.  HTH rescue helps save us Huskies and other potential HULA members and put them in homes where they can rule.  This helps all dogs and doglets, because you know, one day Huskies WILL rule the world.  When Huskies rule the world we will outlaw such things as Thunder and Fireworks and stuff like that.  Meeshka has even talked about banning cars, because they hurt us.  I know Meeshka would feel better way quicker if she knew that she was still the top money raiser of the blogathon -- so go now and sponsor her.  You don't even need to steal your hooman's plastic card yet -- after the blogathon, they will send you an email and THEN you can steal the plastic card!!  PLUS during the blogathon, Meeshka is going to have contests for sponsors and you could win something -- maybe even MEESHKA FLUFF.  If you win something, please send MEESHKA FLUFF to me, so Doodles can have Meeshka next to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles is sad because Meeshka is sick.  Feel better Meeshka.  Woos are coming your way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1896070163155762868?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1896070163155762868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1896070163155762868&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1896070163155762868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1896070163155762868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/doodles-is-sad.html' title='Doodles is Sad!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RpFb61pvN6I/AAAAAAAAADI/XGyAgGm12EQ/s72-c/Dusty+Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-4114432039644488975</id><published>2007-07-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:40:45.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Doodles Hunter</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rou8HVpvN3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PnSC_1k6K5Q/s1600-h/closeupanimalcrackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083363438675048306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rou8HVpvN3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PnSC_1k6K5Q/s320/closeupanimalcrackers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma is giving us new cookies now!  See, with all the dog food recalls and stuff, she got scared to feed us those cookies she buys at the dog store.  She was making us cookies and those are pretty good, but it's too hot now for her to start the food safe (she calls it an oven).  So, she starting looking around for something that we could have for cookies.  She tried greenie beans and those are okay, but who wants to work for greenie beans??  One day she came home with a big bag of these.  She calls them animul cookies, which is okay, cuz Doodles thinks that Huskies are animuls.  Da momma has to be careful with what she gives us cuz Meanie Shonee has allergies to stuff and she won't bring things into the house that Meanie Shonee could get and get sick on.  Doodles guesses she checked these out and they won't hurt Meanie Shonee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we gets our cookies Da momma tells us what wes are eating.  She'll say "Doodles, eat a whino" or "Doodles have a wabbit".  It makes Doodles feel like he's a big Husky Hunter!!  I gets to eat all kinds of things!!  Funny though, they just taste like crackers.   Must be like one of those hooman things where they say things taste like chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the big bang day for hoomans.  I think it's stooopid.  Doodles is not afraid of big bangs or the lights, but Whiskey is.  We don't have big bangs out here too often, unless someone is hunting jacks or something.  See we live way out in the country, with just cowdogs and their cowpups as neighbors.  Oh yeah, there are some other hoomans too, but not too many.  We also live in wildfire land, so most hoomans aren't stoopid enough to light those bang things out here cuz it would start a fire and Doodles doesn't like fires.  When Da momma hears anyone lighting off those bang things, she calls the firehoomans and poolicehoomans and they come and take the peoples to jail.  It's serious stuff out here in wildland fire zone.  Doodles hopes no one tries it tonight, everything out here, except for my yard, is brown and Da momma says would go up like a match -- whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyhusky, doglet and others, please be careful tonight.  DO NOT run away from the noise.  Da momma says that the 4 days after big bang day is the busiest in doggy jail because of run away dogs and doglets.  Don't let it be you!  Stay in your yards and in your houses, Doodles knows you might be scared, but it will be over soon and when Huskies rule the world we will outlaw big bang things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-4114432039644488975?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4114432039644488975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=4114432039644488975&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4114432039644488975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4114432039644488975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-doodles-hunter.html' title='The Great Doodles Hunter'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/Rou8HVpvN3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PnSC_1k6K5Q/s72-c/closeupanimalcrackers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-4156767520426219336</id><published>2007-06-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:57:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CowPup Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RoKpC1pvN1I/AAAAAAAAACk/3jMMsV94B8c/s1600-h/cowpup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080809195854313298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RoKpC1pvN1I/AAAAAAAAACk/3jMMsV94B8c/s320/cowpup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a cowpup come to visit!! This is what happened --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey and Doodles were in their pen waiting for their breakfasts, when all of a sudden a cowpup appear in front of our pen!! It was like magic!! I guess we wasn't watching or nothing, being we were waiting for our foods. I gots to get a good sniff of cowpup and talk to him and everything!! Whiskey just screamed at him!! Cowpup said that one of the other cowdogs broke the fence in their pen and cowpup decided to take a walk-about. Well he has been watching us from the field where he lives (across the street from us) and he wondered what we weres. Cowpup sure does talk funny, but I am learning his language. Anyways, when Cowpup went on his walk-about, he noticed that our Da momma left the gate open to our property when she went to workie, so he just came right in to meet us!! Da dad was pretty shocked when he brought out our breakfast foods! Da dad gave us our foods and then took Cowpup back to his pen. He sure is a handsome Cowpup, don't you think???? I hope Cowpup breaks outta his pen again really soon so we can visit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RoKyC1pvN2I/AAAAAAAAACs/T4EZHXo3_qQ/s1600-h/ringtail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080819091458963298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RoKyC1pvN2I/AAAAAAAAACs/T4EZHXo3_qQ/s320/ringtail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a ringtail. 'Member, Doodles said in my last post, how one came to visit us, but he wasn't very friendly??  Well someone left a comment and asked me to post a picture of one.  This is not the one that came to visit, but looks just like him.  I found this picture on the interweb.  I hope I don'ts get in trouble for posting it here.  But what are they gonna do??  Send me to my crate???  They are pretty cute, huh???  I haven't seen him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-4156767520426219336?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4156767520426219336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=4156767520426219336&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4156767520426219336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4156767520426219336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/cowpup-visit.html' title='CowPup Visit'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RoKpC1pvN1I/AAAAAAAAACk/3jMMsV94B8c/s72-c/cowpup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-158780883397927157</id><published>2007-06-03T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:40:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RmMsfu-DFCI/AAAAAAAAACc/7mWwnx2pBhs/s1600-h/Dustydoodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071946529045156898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RmMsfu-DFCI/AAAAAAAAACc/7mWwnx2pBhs/s320/Dustydoodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyhusky, (and dog) I'm back!! It's been a long time, prolly too long, but there has been a lot of stuff happening in my neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, they stopped shooting Jacks! I think Da dad went and talked to the human who was doing it and told him that if he didn't stop, we were gonna call our Warden friend. Warden Dale is a good friend and he helps protects all the animuls in the woods and country. Sometimes he comes to visit us and he plays frog with us!! So, for now, the Jacks are safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news with my furry family --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everydog except Tundra has had their yearly Dr. Brenda visit. Tundra goes in the fall, so he's not due yet. All of our shots gots updated, we had all our tests and we all passed. I'm sure the other dogs here got cookies, cuz Dr. Brenda always gives good cookies and kisses when she's done giving us our examination. Whiskey is a pain in the huskybutt. She has decided that Da momma is HER Da momma and insists on hogging her. Da momma makes sure I get extra attention and loves and makes Whiskey go sit down. Yup, Whiskey finally learned to sit when she's told. Took a long time and I had to coach her some, but she does it now pretty good. Of course she still doesn't have the sit down, woo and look all sad thing going on, but she is a husky, so I'm sure in time she will get that too. Today, Meanie Shonee had to have a bath. Doodles didn't get to watch, but I did get to see her all wet and looking like a drowned rat. I laughed at her and she screamed at me!! Woowooowoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the neighborhood ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haves a rat under our chicken house. She Da momma has a tirement home for laying chickens here. Right now we only have 2 of them chickens, but Doodles has never seen them lay down, so I don't understand why they are called laying chickens. Anyway, Da momma says that when the chickens stop making eggs, people will kill them or turn them loose or stuff and she feels bad for them. She's such a softy. So anyways, she tells peoples they can bring their chickens here, no roosters allowed, and she will feed them and care for them until they die. That's called tirement. The chickens live in a pen with their very own house. The house has a door on it and at night Da momma locks them in their house so the yippers can't have a chicken buffet. The chicken pen is right outside our back pen, so Whiskey and Doodles gets to watch the chickens. We can't make a chicken buffet because there are 2 fences between us and them, but we gets to watch them. One day we were out there screaming at the chickens and Da momma came outside to tell us QUIET and she spotted the rat. Boy can Da momma scream loud!!! We was trying to tell her that we weren't screaming at the chickens, but were screaming at the rat, but she wouldn't listen to us. So Da momma and Da dad have been trying to get the rat to leave under the chicken house. I guess he's under there and they he comes out and steals the chickens' foods and Da momma doesn't like that, plus she just doesn't like anything that doesn't have fur on their tails. Da hoomans don't want to use poison, because that might hurt us or the chickens, so they have been flooding out Mr. Rat's home, under the chicken house and trying to trap him when he runs out of there. So far, they've caught the lady rat and a couple of babies, but not Mr. Rat. Da momma is getting mad, and she screams everytime she happens to see him. If you know of any way to get Mr. Rat to leave the tirement home for the chickens, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowdogs had a couple of pups. They sure are cute and Doodles will try to get pictures of them really soon for you. One pup is black and white and one is all white cept for some brown on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has been around, but he is busy raising his family. He tolds me he had a bunch of babies, but I haven't seen them yet. Da momma says they should be out running around any time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We also have spotted a ringtail. They kinda look like Banditcoons, but they are different. We've seen this one a few times and my friend Omani and Doodles always screams at him. They only come out very late at night and one time Da momma saws him too, but she wasn't quick enough with the camera to get a picture of him. I've not had a chance to talk to him yet, as he's not very friendly and he runs pretty fast, but I'm sure he'll come around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Hooman front --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma has finally stopped working all the time and now she's back to working her regular days. She had to work every day to get my rice planted. See she works where they grow my rice and they had to get it planted, so Doodles would have his rice in his chicken soup. No, my chicken soup is not from the tirement home, Da momma brings home pecial chickens for my chickens soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad has been doing the cooking and he makes the bestest soup. He puts green beanies and carrots and stuff in there and it's really good. But he has given me a couple of baths, trying to make my fur come out -- it's not working -- I've decided I'm keeping my furs this year and not going to blow my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sister and Sadie Mae are moving. No, not to back here, but to a new house where SadieMae will have more room to play and stuff. And Doodles hears they may get another dog for SadieMae to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Unkle Lee is very sick and in the hospital. Da momma and Da dad have been going to see him and it takes all day, so Doodles knows he's not at Dr. Brenda's hospital, cuz that's just a few minutes away. But my Unkle Lee is pretty sick and Doodles has been told he might go to the Bridge. If you could, please say a prayer for him and my Aunt Carol too. See, Unkle Lee has kanser and he was on key-mo which made him pretty sick. Then the vets did a neuter on the kanser and took it out. Well, then he got even sicker and had to go back to have something else neutered that got broken during the first neuter. So now he is at Iseeyou and on a breathing machine and I heard Da dad tell someone on the phone that he prolly wasn't going to make it. I'm pretty sure that means he might be going to the Bridge. Doodles doesn't want Unkle Lee to go to the Bridge because I loves him. He comes and visits me and plays wrestle with me and I gets to jump on him and play bitey and stuff. Doodles is always gentle with Aunt Carol because she doesn't like that rough play stuff, but she always brings me cookies when she comes to visit with Unkle Lee and I like her too. So please, if you think about it, say a prayer for Unkle Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's about it for now. Doodles is really gonna try and update more frequently, cuz these long updates make my toes hurt with all this typing and Doodles doesn't want to get toe tunnel or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-158780883397927157?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/158780883397927157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=158780883397927157&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/158780883397927157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/158780883397927157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-overdue-report.html' title='Long Overdue Report'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RmMsfu-DFCI/AAAAAAAAACc/7mWwnx2pBhs/s72-c/Dustydoodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-4859798140431673515</id><published>2007-04-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:50:46.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My doG, They're Shooting Jacks!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my doG, the neighbors are out there in the fields, shooting at Jacks!!!  Oh my doG, what is Doodles going to do??  Jacks are my friends and no one should be shooting them!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has been hearing gun shots all day and although I hears them alot, cuz we live next to where they train those gundog dogs, I never thought they were shooting anything but those play gun things.  They make loud noises, but they don't have bullet things, so it doesn't hurt anything.  Today, Da dad tolds me that they are shooting JACKS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gots to STOP!!!  Who can help??  What can I do???  Oh, Doodles is just sick about this!!  What happens if they shoots my friend, Jack??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sees who is doing this, Doodles might have to do something serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go out and watch for my friend Jack.  Keep your paws crossed that he's okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-4859798140431673515?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4859798140431673515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=4859798140431673515&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4859798140431673515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/4859798140431673515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-dog-theyre-shooting-jacks.html' title='Oh My doG, They&apos;re Shooting Jacks!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-2072811621558695053</id><published>2007-04-15T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:55:00.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me, Doodles!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry Doodles has been invisible, you know that diet and stuff is still happening and I thought surely I would shrink to nothing, but it didn't happen. Instead, Da momma is making my cookies now, she says they are low calorie, but I don't believe her, I think they are regular calorie cuz they taste so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKIQBQRzyI/AAAAAAAAABs/FWC41EEo6rY/s1600-h/Dusty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053758940887764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKO-xQRz3I/AAAAAAAAACU/_tXEG45ZSCA/s320/Dusty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you can see, I'm not invisible. In this picture, Doodles is in his pen. I was watching Jack, who was frolicking in the field next to my pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKI-BQRzzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oivlSg6UuMM/s1600-h/Mr.+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053752330933096242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKI-BQRzzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oivlSg6UuMM/s320/Mr.+Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture isn't great, cuz Da Momma took it. You know humans just don't have a good sense for these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Doodles talking to Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKJ-BQRz0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KH63w2YnbjQ/s1600-h/Dusty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053753430444724034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKJ-BQRz0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KH63w2YnbjQ/s320/Dusty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack and Doodles talked for a long time. He told me stuff, like the hawks sometimes eat the Jacks. Jack is my friend, I couldn't imagine eating Jack. Poor Jack. Doodles has seen those hawks pluck other birdies outta of the sky and all. They sure look mean. I don't wanna meet a hawk. I don't think I would like him much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Da Sister was here for a visit with Sadie Mae. I don't like Sadie Mae anymore cuz she tried to bite Doodles AND she tried to eat all my cookies. So Sadie Mae is bad, she may be my cousin, but it doesn't mean I hafta like her and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whiskey is a brat, but you all knew that right?? She steals all the toys and then won't let me pla with them, so I pile drive her. Last time I drove her head right into the ground. You think she would learn, but nope, she gets right back up and tries to do that to Doodles, but Doodles is bigger, so she can't. WOOWOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da momma has been pretty worried about Meanie Shonee. Doodles knows that Meanie Shonee is mean and all, and she's old, but I don't like it when Da momma is worried, so I hope Meanie Shonee's allergies get under control soon, so Da momma won't be worried about her and won't be feeding her special stuff and things. Here is a picture of Meanie Shonee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053757669577445202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKN0xQRz1I/AAAAAAAAACE/cZZWetjDOnU/s320/Shonee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma says she's gonna start cookingo for Shonee and making all her dinners and stuff, to see if that helps with her allergies.  If it does, she says she might cook for all of us, that would be good, cuz Da momma is a good cook!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Da sister's birfday,  Happy Birfday Da sister!!  WOOWOOWOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today, time to go get more cookies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-2072811621558695053?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2072811621558695053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=2072811621558695053&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2072811621558695053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2072811621558695053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-me-doodles.html' title='It&apos;s Me, Doodles!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RiKO-xQRz3I/AAAAAAAAACU/_tXEG45ZSCA/s72-c/Dusty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1527959529875149</id><published>2007-03-21T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:59:08.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Shrinking Doodles!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diets suck.  Diets are stoopid.  Doodles doesn't like diets.  Do you know that I hardly get any foods and only green beanies for desert??  Once a day those stoopid hoomans give me A cookie.  That's right, ONE cookie.  That is stoopid.  I have been eating more olives then ever trying to get my tummy filled up.  Da momma thinks they might not be on my diet and so before she finds out, my goal is to eat them all up.  I have 2 olive trees in my pen -- that's a lot of olives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has tried reasoning with the hoomans, but they don't understand huskytalk.  I woo and they woo back, but their woo's are stoopid stuff.  I'll say something like, "Doodles has been really good, how about a cookie please" and when they woo back, they say "The sun is dark tonight".  It just really makes no sense and I am sick of it.  Doodles is thinking I will run away to some other husky's house, some place they have cookies and bones and good stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com"&gt;SadieMae&lt;/a&gt;, my cousin, is threatening to come and visit and eat all my cookies!!  That is totally not fair and Doodles doesn't like it.  Whiskey makes fun of me and makes my fluffies jiggle and then she laughs as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Da momma says she thinks I am less jiggly tonight and Doodles say that he is shrinking and shrinking and pretty soon, if he doesn't get some cookies or more foods, he is just gonna up and shrink away and be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to Kansas.  I hear good things about Kansas and I bet they have lots of cookies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1527959529875149?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1527959529875149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1527959529875149&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1527959529875149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1527959529875149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/incredible-shrinking-doodles.html' title='The Incredible Shrinking Doodles!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-2050292318654451059</id><published>2007-03-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:14:08.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Brenda</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Doodles had to go to Dr. Brenda for my checkup and my shots.  We had to take Whiskey, cuz she's a wussy dog and can't stay by herself yet.  That was okay, cuz she didn't get to see Dr. Brenda, she had to sit in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gets there, oh Da momma made Da dad put the cold air thing on in the car so Doodles wouldn't get to hot.  But any ways, we gets there and it was very sad.  There was another dog there that Dr. Brenda was sending to The Bridge, so Doodles had to wait a very long time for his hoomans to say good bye to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Linda, my favorite nursie, told Da momma to get me on the scale.  That was no fun.  See, I knew I had gained a couple of fluffies since my last visit, cuz you know, I have to help Whiskey eat her cookies and Doodles has to have his Otter Pops and stuff.  Well, Da momma nearly fell over and told Nursie Linda to check the scale and re-weigh me.  I don't know what it said, but it was a lot of fluffies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a new girl came over to steal my blood right there in the waiting room.  Remember the other dog was going to The Bridge in the examination room, so I couldn't go in there.  This new girl stuck my leg 3 times. YES THREE TIMES and no blood would come out.  I woo'd and told them that I gave at the office, but they didn't believe Doodles.  So then, Da momma says ENOUGH -- and told them to get the clippers.  See with my winter fluffies the new girl couldn't find my bloods.  I think she was stoopid.  Anyway Nursie Linda agreed with Da momma and made the new girl get the clippers.  THEN THEY STOLE MY FURS!!!  A whole big patch of my furs!!  But then the new girl was able to steal my bloods.  They needed it for my bloods tests.  I heards them tell Da momma that they was normals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after like forever, Dr. Brenda comes out -- she sent the other dog to The Bridge -- and told Da Momma that she could bring me back to the Treatment room for my exam.  Dr. Brenda checked me out real good and I kissed her and then woo'd in her ear.  I was telling her a secret.  She can't tell you because of doctor patient confidentiality.  But, get this, she told Da momma's that I had the JIGGLES!!!!  See I have so much fur that she couldn't feel the extra fluffies on me, but she JIGGLED me and Doodles JIGGLED really bad.  Da momma was all upset and said that word.  You know that word -- 'obese'.  Dr. Brenda said Doodles wasn't 'obese', but I was 'chunky'.  I liked that word.  UNTIL  she said the next word which was DIET!!!  Da momma agreed with her and said she would put Doodles on a DIET!!!  And then Da momma told me no more cookies and no more Otter Pops.  YES, you read that right -- NO cookies and NO Otter Pops for Doodles.  Dr. Brenda said Doodles has to lose 10 lbs.  Now, Doodles doesn't know how much fluffies 10 lbs equates to -- but it sounds horrible!!  AND NO COOKIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma talked to Dr. Brenda for a while longer, but I don't remember what they said cuz I was in SHOCK!!!  NO COOKIES!!!! NO OTTER POPS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving Dr. Brenda and then Nursie Linda both gave me a cookie and that was good.  But Da momma told me to enjoy them cuz there'd be no more for a long time!  NO COOKIES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we gots home it was time for dinner and Da dad didn't give me all my foods.  He said it was cuz of the diet.  Doodles doesn't like this diet thing and I want it to go away.  NO COOKIES!!!  AND I don't get all my foods.  How fair is that??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple of days now and I'm still not getting all my foods and I haven't had not even one cookie.  Da momma felt sorry for me and gave me some greenie beanies though and I like those -- but not as well as cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-2050292318654451059?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2050292318654451059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=2050292318654451059&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2050292318654451059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2050292318654451059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/dr-brenda.html' title='Dr. Brenda'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-3852782261324978449</id><published>2007-03-04T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T08:56:45.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles is Sad and Mad</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I have not updated my blog before now, but Doodles has been busy and sad and mad and I didn't realize it had been so long.  So Everyhusky, Everydog and FuFu, please forgive Doodles and he will try to be better and post a report every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does Doodles begin??  Well, we gots rain and more rains, finally the rains came.  Doodles was just making my  muddy holes really good, when Da dad came with MORE straw!  Now, those hoomans already brought the straw in for the winter and Doodles had it all distributed just right, so I had dry spots and muddy holes.  Those stoopid hoomans thought Doodles and Whiskey looked too muddy and brought in more straw.  Let me ask you Everyhusky, can you ever look too muddy??  See Doodles didn't think so either, so it made Doodles very mad.  No kisses for Da dad or Da mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the rain stopped.  And now Doodles has all this straw and no rain to soften it up and make it eatible.  Hoomans are so stoopid.  Da momma says it's gonna rain in a few days, but Doodles isn't so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, get this -- this made Doodles so sad.  Da momma and Da dad got these big hooman men to come and they stole our comfy couch that wrapped around the whole room.  Our couch was very comfy and it would fit all of us on it, plus the hoomans too.  It's gone.  They stoled it and put it in a big truck and took it away.  Doodles watched them do it.  No more big, comfy, wrap around the whole room couch.  Those same big men guys brought into our house this little dinky couch thing and these cliner chair, as Da dad calls it.  This couch is pretty comfy, but not at comfy as our old one and if Whiskey and Doodle both lays on it, there is no room for Da momma.  Now what fun is that??  I need Da momma for my pillow and to give belly rubs when I turn upside down.  There's no room for her if Whiskey in lounging too??  AND they are being real protective of the new couch.  They have it covered in blankies, which is nice, but still, Doodles would like to sniff the real thing and not our old blankets.  AND Doodles has been having to sleep in his crate, cuz Da dad says he can't trust me after they found the bite that Whiskey took out of their bed sheet things.  Yup, you read that right, Whiskey took a bite out of the flannel, softie sheet things on the big bed and Doodles gets blamed for it!!!  So now Doodles has to sleep in the crate instead of on the couch.  What's wrong with that picture??  Sure, Whiskey has always slept in her crate since she first came her, but she's a dumb girl and girls don't know how to act right.  But Doodles hasn't had to sleep in his crate, except for when Da dad was sick, since he was a puppy.  Doodles is a big dog now, not a puppy and this isn't right.  I think I might have to employ Meeshka and her legal stuff to do a number on my humans.  I swear, I didn't take a bite out of those sheetie things and Doodles needs to sleep on the couch, even if it's not the comfy wrap around couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is so mad and then sad too, cuz we lost that good couch and those big guys stoled it and now all we's got is the dinky couch that I can't sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I gots for today, I promise to update more often and let you know about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-3852782261324978449?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3852782261324978449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=3852782261324978449&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3852782261324978449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3852782261324978449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/doodles-is-sad-and-mad.html' title='Doodles is Sad and Mad'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-3992748824130812360</id><published>2007-02-02T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:26:31.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeshka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Queen Meeshka Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's turning summer here already and we haven't even had mud season yet! The talking box says it's gonna be almost 80 on Sunday! Doodles need rain, so I can have mud!! If you have rain, please send it to Doodles -- ok??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027082093566259474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RcPIh4u-cRI/AAAAAAAAABE/ufttcqngUbQ/s320/DSC02220.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a great idea! For all of us in Hula-hoop. We need to have a &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queen Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; day where we honor her supreme Fluffiness and do the claw to our humans. Doodles says it should be on February 14, because that's the heart day on the human calendars and all of us Hula-hoopers are totally in heart with Queen Meeshka. Plus, I think it will brighten her day because you know she's like getting ignored and stuff due to the Spineless Sammy recovery. So everyone in favor of it, drop me a line and then we will make sure on Heart Day -- February 14th, we will do our best to look our complete fluffiest, claw our humans and try to sleep on their heads! Doodles will also send Meeshka a special heart day message on that day to let her know what her faithful Hula-hoopers are doing for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatcha all say???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeshka, if you read this -- yes, I stoled a picture from your blog -- forgive me okay????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-3992748824130812360?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3992748824130812360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=3992748824130812360&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3992748824130812360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3992748824130812360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/queen-meeshka-day.html' title='Queen Meeshka Day!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RcPIh4u-cRI/AAAAAAAAABE/ufttcqngUbQ/s72-c/DSC02220.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-2362043634898333633</id><published>2007-01-21T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:03:47.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobcat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da dad'/><title type='text'>Mr. Bob and Blogger is Stupid!</title><content type='html'>DustyDoodles reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Blogger is stupid. I had this wonderful post and it didn't upload it and instead ate it -- how stupid is that??? Doodles is beginning to hate blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Doodles wants to say a BIG ThankWOOO to &lt;a href="http://altheasblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Althea&lt;/a&gt; for sending me the codie stuff to center my HuskyBlogs codie thing. It looks so pretty now!!! THANKWOOO Althea!! Da sister is being really mean and not helping me with this codie stuff, so next time she visits Doodles is going to do the bitey thing really hard to her and teach her a lesson! When Doodles needs Da sister, Doodles NEEDS Da sister!! Althea, you saved the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022542623876473794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RbOn5-VqY8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9zieOtfioqw/s320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. Bob. He came to visit. See this is what happened...Da momma was on the porch with meanie Shonee and Tundra and all of a sudden Mr. Bob came out of the bushes and started walking down our perimeter fence (on the outside). Meanie Shonee ran into the yard and got a smell of Mr. Bob and ran to get Tundra. Tundra ran halfway across their pen and he got a whiff of Mr. Bob and Tundra ran up to the porch and barked for my friend, Omani to come out. My friend, Omani was sleeping in the house. My friend, Omani came running out and ran to the fence closest to where Mr. Bob was. Omani barked a "Identify yourself". Mr. Bob turned around and chuffed "I'm Bob CAT to you stupidhead". My friend, Omani got really mad and charged the fence, cuz he heard CAT and Mr. Bob called him a stupidhead. Mr. Bob just sauntered down the fence line, jumped the fence, crossed the street and disappeared into the pasture. Doodles and Whiskey watched from the far side of our pen, cuz I have never seen a CAT that was a big as Mr. Bob. In fact, I don't think Mr. Bob is a cat at all! Mr. Bob wasn't nice like the Yippers, or the Cowdogs or even Stinkycats. Mr. Bob was really grumpy and mean and Doodles didn't want to play with him or nothings. I hope if Mr. Bob comes back, he changes his attitude or somethings. Doodles is, however, very proud of Omani and he is the bravest of his whole pack. Doodles thinks my friend, Omani, should get a medal or something for being so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icy is all gone now. Wooooo! It's not too warm out, the talking box said 30's at night and 40's during the day. Just the right daytime temperature for a afternoon nap under the tree! I miss the icy though and I had gotten really good at breaking up the icy in my water bucket. See if you run in to it full blast if makes it crack and then if you jump on it, the waters break through! It was fun!! Oh well, maybe the icy will come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad is almost back to normal. Da momma says Doodles still can't jump on him, but he played chase with Doodles and Whiskey and he even played wrestle with us! Doodles is so glad to have Da dad back to normal -- well expect for the jumping on him part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better end this, Whiskey is driving me nuts and Doodles needs to go make her run now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-2362043634898333633?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2362043634898333633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=2362043634898333633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2362043634898333633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/2362043634898333633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/mr-bob-and-blogger-is-stupid.html' title='Mr. Bob and Blogger is Stupid!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hB6WdnyFlKw/RbOn5-VqY8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9zieOtfioqw/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-3336559807243755743</id><published>2007-01-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:22:54.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!! DOODLES DID IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did IT!!!  I got my codie things up there -- the Husky Blog ring isn't centered, and I don't know how to do that -- but it's there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anydog but I stole some of it from stupid Da sister's page and Sadie Mae's page!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoInG tHe HaPpY hUsKy DaNcE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooowooooowoooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-3336559807243755743?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3336559807243755743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=3336559807243755743&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3336559807243755743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/3336559807243755743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-did-it-doodles-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!! DOODLES DID IT!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-1410632529701073553</id><published>2007-01-15T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:57:09.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger and Da Sister are Stupid</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still icy here!  I still love it!!  Not many of my wild friends have been visiting, I'm sure because it's too cold for them and they are prolly in their dens or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is stupid.  Doodles cannot figure out how to load up my Meeshka label or Dogs with Blogs or anything like that and make it into a clickable link.  It's stupid.  I asked Da momma to help me, but she looked at me like I was sick or something.  I emailed Da sister and she hasn't even emailed me back.  Da momma says something about her being to busy to help Doodles.  She's stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can help, please email me.  I just don't know what to do!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-1410632529701073553?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1410632529701073553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=1410632529701073553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1410632529701073553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/1410632529701073553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogger-and-da-sister-are-stupid.html' title='Blogger and Da Sister are Stupid'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-7049780042008892307</id><published>2007-01-14T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:00:20.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da dad'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!  And All That Stuff!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soory it's been so long everydog, everyhusky and others!  This post will prolly be really long, so Doodles can catch yous up on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Paws Day -- Santa Paws did it again!!  Doodles just doesn't know how he operates!  I waited outside ALL night long and I never saw him and yet, when I comed in the house, there was my PRESENTS!!!  Doodles and Whiskey gots lots of PRESENTS!!.  We gots all kinds of COOKIES, stuffed toys, squeeky toys and even BONES!!!  Santa Paws brought Doodles a stuffie snake, almost like the snake that I battled last summer.  I been trying to kill it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sister was here for Santa Paws Day and she brought Sadie.  Sadie and Doodles woo'd and barked, but we couldn't play cuz, of Da dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad -- Da dad is almost all better now.  He makes our foods and brings it to us and he has even play wrestled with me a time or two.  Doodles is still being careful of his chest, cuz he says it still hurts him some.  It's so nice to have Da dad back to almost normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma -- Da momma is doing that workie thing 6 days a week.  She says that Da dad's operation cost lots of dollars and that she has to work extra to pay for it.  Doodles says she needs to use my special plastic card that she uses when Doodles goes to the Doctor.  Da momma says that's only for us dogs for 'mergencies.  Doodles misses Da momma when she's gone so much, so I been giving lots of kisses and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everydog and everyhusky!  We gots ICE and lots of ICE.  See it don't snow here in California, and it rarely gets really, really cold.  But for the past week, it's been down right frosty!!!  Doodles LOVES it!!  Da momma is letting Whiskey and Doodles stay outside at nights, because she says that the old dogs (that meanie Shonee, Tundra and my friend Omani) have to stay in out of the cold because they are so old and stuff.  That's ok, Doodles would rather be outside in the ICE then in the hot, stuffy house!!  I don't even use my outside house -- although Whiskey does -- she's such a wimp.  Doodles has been sleeping just right out next to the water bucket!  It has been so cold and ICY that Da momma has to break up our waters in the morning and then a couple of other times during the day.  I heard her tell Da sister on the phone that there was almost 2 inches of ice in our buckets!  I don't know much about that snow stuff, but if it's anything like this ice -- I want it!!!  This morning Da momma brought our breakfasts out to us and she took her gloves off to feel my tummy to make sure I wasn't too cold or anything.  I grrrrrrrd at her -- her hands were really cold on my warm tummy!!  She checked my ears too and then Whiskey.  But Whiskey didn't grrrrrr at her or anything.  We gots to come in the house right after breakfast though and we'll be in all day!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles finally did it...I updated to the new blogger!  What that means is all the great codie stuff Da sister did for me is gone.  All my links are gone.  Doodles is sad about that, but I like the new layout and I thought it was appropriate for a new year and all!  I'm gonna write to Da sister and have her re-do my codie.  Da momma says she doesn't have school tomorrow, so I'ms thinking that she could do it today or tomorrow.  And I don't remember who is linked to me and who I used to be linked to -- so if you are linked to me, let me know and I'll put you up on my links.  If you want me to link to you, let me know that too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, you gets not much in links and pretty codie stuff.  I'll work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better so bribe a cookie off of Da momma -- see she's feeling guilty about Doodles and Whiskey sleeping outside every night during this ICEY weather AND she feels guilty for all the workie thing -- so Doodles has to capitalize on that, cuz it means more COOKIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-7049780042008892307?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7049780042008892307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=7049780042008892307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7049780042008892307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/7049780042008892307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-and-all-that-stuff.html' title='Happy New Year!  And All That Stuff!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116692944290048553</id><published>2006-12-23T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:04:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Santa Paws Daze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/307/3423/1600/358006/Dusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/307/3423/320/191026/Dusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Santa Paws Daze to all my friends, both new and old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been a while since Doodles has updated.  With Da dad and everything, I almost don't wanna leave his side when I come in the house.  I have been very good about being gentle, even Da dad says so.  Da dad is getting better and he is making our foods now, but Da momma is feeding us still.  That's okay, as long as Da dad makes my foods, it be fine.  Da dad has even play wrestled with me a little.  Doodles can't jump on Da dad, so we just play little play wrestle while I lay next to him on the couch.  I know that is helping him get his strength back and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what??  It's now official!!  I am an official member of the HULA hoop.  Doodles was so excited to get his certificate that I danced the HaPpY hUsKy DaNcE!!!!  WOOOWOOOOWOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Da sister came last night with Sadie.  Da momma says maybe tomorrow I can play with Sadie.  See, because of Shonee, and our big fight, I don't always trust other dogs in person and sometimes I wants to fight them.  Since Da dad isn't well yet, Da momma and Da sister don't want us to fight -- so Doodles has to be nice and make sure Whiskey doesn't play too rough with Sadie.  You know labs aren't like us Huskies and they can break pretty easy and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any ways, Da sister came and then she got sick and was up doing the horka thing almost all night.  She horka'd today too, but she seems better now.  Doodles wonders what makes hoomans horka.  Do they eat grass too??  Or maybe bark or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our house we have the indoor tree up.  Doodles thinks he remembers that they call this the Christmas tree.  I just know they won't let me pee on it and when I try to see who the presents are for, I get yelled at.  But the indoor tree is up, it sure looks pretty, and that can only mean one thing --- SANTA PAWS IS COMING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles can't wait for Santa Paws Daze and his presents.  I want lots of cookies and toys and stuff.  I hope Santa Paws brings them to me, cuz I been a really good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgots -- we had ICE!!  See here in Calyfornia, it don't ever snow.  I know that makes Doodles sad too.  But, we get ices sometimes and it iced really good for a whole week.  So Whiskey and I pretended it was snows and we rolled in it and played in it and it felt sooooo very good.  It's warmer now, because it's supposed to rain.  I don't mind the rain, cuz that means mud.  We have straw in our pen to help contain the mud and it works too -- but when Da momma put the straw out she made sure to leave us an area where it will get muddy.  Doodles has to have mud, you know?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen many friends -- a yipper came by the other day -- but Shonee scared him off before we could make friends.  I did have a gopher friend, until Whiskey played too hard with him and he had to have a funeral.  Da momma made Da dad come out and remove his body for the funeral.  Doodles didn't get to go and neither did Whiskey.  I told Whiskey not to play so rough with him, but she wouldn't listen and he died.  I felt bad for Mr. Gopher, but I hope they had a nice funeral for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma made special Santa Paws Daze hooman cookies and Doodles got a whole one to his self.  Sometimes Da momma is so cool like that.  No little bites for Doodles!! The whole cookie!!!  It was yummy, but it gave me the urps so Da momma said I couldn't have any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better get back to the couch and make sure Da dad is okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great Santa Paws Daze and I hope you all get lots and lots of presents and cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116692944290048553?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116692944290048553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116692944290048553&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116692944290048553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116692944290048553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-santa-paws-daze.html' title='Merry Santa Paws Daze!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116637574264807632</id><published>2006-12-17T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:15:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag!</title><content type='html'>Oh, Doodles loves a good game of tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:The player of this game starts with "3 things he/she would love to get for Christmas", and then lists "3 things he/she definitely does not want to get for Christmas." Then, he/she tags 5 friends and lists their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And, the one who tags, needs to leave a comment that says, "You've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Doodles would love for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. SNOW!!!!  We never get snow.&lt;br /&gt;2. Da dad to be all well and be able to wrestle with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. More time with Da momma and Da dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Doodles does NOT want for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. A bath&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyone to brush me&lt;br /&gt;3. Any of my friends to get hurt or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm not going to tag anyone in particular -- so if you are reading this, consider yourself tagged!  Just leave me a comment and tell me and I'll come visit your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116637574264807632?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116637574264807632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116637574264807632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116637574264807632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116637574264807632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116518062739037637</id><published>2006-12-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:17:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da dad Update and More!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles Reporting from sunny and cold Calliforna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad is getting better!  Slowly.  Too slowly for Doodles.  I tried last night to get him to play bitey with me and he said no, then I tried to get him to wrestle with me and Da momma yelled at me!  Doodles was just trying to make Da dad feel betters.  I heard Da momma tell him to make our soup today -- I sure hope he does it, cuz no one like Da momma's soups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of trying to play with Da dad, I been giving him lots and lots of kisses and sitting as close to him as he will let me.  See he has a big boo-boo on his chest and it really looks like it hurts a lot, so he doesn't let me get on his lap or anything -- but I been trying.  Da momma tolds me that I have to be gentle, so I been gentle.  How long til I get my real Da dad back??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com"&gt;SadieMae&lt;/a&gt; came to visit, but I didn't gets to play with her.  Da momma said her and Da sister were too busy taking care of Da dad to watch us.  So SadieMae gots to stay in the back pen and in the house and Doodles had to stay outside.  It was okay, cuz Da dad and Da momma and Da sister comed to visit me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gots turkey on Turkey Days.  It was yummy.  Then Da momma made us a soup with the turkey -- it was alright.  Da dad makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SadieMae and Da sister left and then we gots to come in the house.  That was good, cuz I needed to be with Da dad and give him kisses and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty cool here at night.  Down into the 20's even.  Doodles likes it and thinks it's just right for moon bathing.   Da momma gots all worried about how cold it was at night and got us new fluffs for our houses.  I kicked it outta my outside house, it makes it too hot in there for Doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, maybe more later.  I'm gonna try to go visit some blogs this afternoon, but we'll see if Da momma steal the computer back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116518062739037637?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116518062739037637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116518062739037637&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116518062739037637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116518062739037637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/da-dad-update-and-more.html' title='Da dad Update and More!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116422388137475148</id><published>2006-11-22T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:31:21.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Dad is HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>DustyDoodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Dad is HOME!!!!!!!  He is walking pretty funny and slow and he smells really funny -- but he's home!!  He even came outside and visited Doodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma says no dogs in the house for a couple more days, cuz she's afraid that we would knock him down and Doodles understands that -- we huskies are not doglets and we have lots of energy and stuff.  Doodles doesn't wanna hurt Da dad by making him fall or anything, so I can wait to come in.  Da dad is HOME!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma says that Da dad has to walk lots and lots, so every time he walks he comes to my pen and visits with me -- I make sure to give him lots of kisses and woo to him, telling him how much I love him and missed him.  I'm sure it's helping him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma says maybe tomorrow Whiskey and Doodles can come in for a little while and visit.  I hope so.  Doodles wants to snuggles next to Da dad and kiss him all better.  Da momma says Doodles has to be gentle.  Doodles can do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Sadie Mae is coming -- or tonight -- Doodles forgets.  That will be fun.  Da sister came on the huskymobile in the sky, so she didn't bring Sadie Mae with her,  Auntie Jen is gonna&lt;br /&gt;drive Sadie Mae here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister has been making the foods and they are better than Da momma's.  Not as good as Da dad, but better then Da momma.  Tomorrow we gets TURKEY cuz it's Turkey day!!!  Da sister promised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go -- before I gets caught in the computer room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles  Out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116422388137475148?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116422388137475148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116422388137475148&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116422388137475148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116422388137475148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-dad-is-home.html' title='Da Dad is HOME!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116403290605982442</id><published>2006-11-20T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:28:26.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Dad Update!</title><content type='html'>DustyDoodles Reporting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyhusky, everydoglet and everydog for the woo's and prayers for my Da dad.  Da dad is still in the hospital.  Da momma told me that he got monia and was really sick after the operation.  Doodles doesn't know what monia is, but it doesn't sound too good.  Da momma says Da dad is getting better slowly.  Doodles hopes so, cuz Da momma makes icky foods for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -- Da sister is here!!!!  Da sister is here!!!  DoInG tHe HaPpY hUsKy DaNcE!!!!  Doodles loves Da sister!!!!   Da sister comed to help Da momma take care of the Da dad, so that must mean he's coming home soon???  Doodles misses Da dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard Da momma tell Da sister to make our breakfast foods -- Doodles bets she does better then Da momma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116403290605982442?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116403290605982442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116403290605982442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116403290605982442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116403290605982442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-dad-update.html' title='Da Dad Update!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116364435765962255</id><published>2006-11-15T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:32:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Dad</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would write just a quick post and let all my friends know that Da dad had his operation today.  Da momma and Da dad left very early this morning and Da momma came home this afternoon.  She says the operation went good and Da dad is see you.  Doodles knows that makes no sense, but honest that's what Da momma says.  Da momma says if all goes well, Da dad will be home in a few days -- so, everyhusky, everydoglet, everydog, please keep saying good Woos for Da dad and keep him in your thoughts.  Doodles wants his Da dad to come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- Da momma is back to feeding us and it's just not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116364435765962255?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116364435765962255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116364435765962255&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116364435765962255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116364435765962255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-dad.html' title='Da Dad'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116325670213723046</id><published>2006-11-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:51:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Dad Needs Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/DCP_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/DCP_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma is gonna help me with this post, with my spelling and 'plaining stuff cuz you know friends, that Doodles isn't that good at that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of me and my Da dad with Tundra.  Da dad is loving on Doodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted before now, but things have happened really quick at our house and Da dad and Da momma have been gone a lot.  That means Doodles and Whiskey had to stay outside and I couldn't get to the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my Da dad is not well.  And Da momma and him have been having to go to lots of doctors -- Da momma told me they are not all nice like Doctor Brenda.  Now they tell me that Da dad has to have a big operation, not like when Doodles was broken and got fixed, but a really big operation on his heart.  Doodles is gonna let Da momma tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is Dusty's human Mom.  Dusty has not been in the house for his usual rotations, because we as having some medical issues with my husband.  Ray will be going in for a quadruple by-pass surgery on Wednesday, November 15th.  This was found totally by accident, and has as a result been quite a shock to the whole family. We are still trying to adjust to it and come to terms with it.  I assure all of Dusty's friends, that he is still being fed and is not being abused. After surgery, during the initial home recovery, the 5 dogs will have to stay outside to keep them from being over-exerburant with Ray and causing injury.  When Ray feels up to it and I feel he can handle them, we will again put them on their normal rotation and Dusty will again be stealing the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Okay it's me Doodles back again.  Doodles knew he couldn't explain all that to you, so I hopes you don't mind that I asked Da momma to do it for me.  We are trying to be good outside, but we do miss our times with Da dad -- who hasn't been to see us in a few days.  Da momma is feeding us now, and well, she gives us plenty of foods and stuff, and Doodles doesn't want to hurt her feelings, but honestly??  Da dad makes our foods better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So that's the big news in our house.  Minor news is a stinky cat got hit by a car right up from our house.  He died.  It's also been raining!!!  Doodles loves the rain, cuz the rain means MUD!!!!  Da momma calls me a mud puppy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well Doodles better go and check on Da dad, I want to lay really close to him before his operation and make sure he knows that Doodles loves him bunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So everyhusky, every doglet, everydog, please say special prayers from my Da dad and keep your paws crossed for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116325670213723046?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116325670213723046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116325670213723046&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116325670213723046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116325670213723046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-dad-needs-prayers.html' title='Da Dad Needs Prayers'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116155864575609070</id><published>2006-10-22T15:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:18:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gots our pumpkins yesterday. Doodles didn't think we'd get pumpkins this year, cuz Da momma said she couldn't find any our size. So yesterday she gots on the phone and called and called and then went bye-bye in the car and when she came home she had our PUMPKINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%20Pumpkin.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%20Pumpkin.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am enjoying the first bites on my pumpkin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Whiskey%20Pumpkin.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Whiskey%20Pumpkin.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Whiskey getting her first EVER pumpkin. Notice I was really chomping on my pumpkin. First you have to eats off the stem part and then you can gets to the good parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/pumpkin%20kids.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/pumpkin%20kids.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we both are, enjoying our pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doodles loves his pumpkins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%20Pumpkin.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other news, lets see. I saw Meeshka was talking about re-training her hooman lady. That happens every day here. Seems Da momma is always forgetting when it's time for Doodles to have his cookies. So I have to remind her, lots and lots and sometimes even resort to the claw and the bitie thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Da momma says we are having an India summer. I don't know what that is, but it hasn't been very cool during the days, only at night, and Doodles doesn't like that. I thought fall was here and winter was soon to follow and then all of a sudden it's down right hot during the days again. Not any fair I say, and Opy and Charlie need to keep the summers down under with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a visitor last night, but I'm not sure if it was Yipper or who, cuz I was busy doing the sleepy in the house. Pumpkins wore me out and we gots to sleep in the house last night. Yipper will have to come back tonight, so we can visits. We gots us a bandit too. Least he looks like a bandit. He has a little mask right around his eyes, but it's not a husky kinda mask, it's a bandit kinda mask. He's been trying to get into our outside goodie can, but Da dad put rubber things on it and he can't get in. He chitters at us, but I don't speak bandit too good, so I don't know what he's saying. I hope he keeps coming back though, cuz I'd like to learn his chittering and then we could talk and stuff. Da momma says he can be mean, but he doesn't look too mean to Doodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Da momma has still been doing too much of that workie thing. She tolds me that she will go back to her normal workie hours in a couple more weeks. By then it better be winter or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is one last picture of Doodles, after I had enjoyed my pumpkin -- well I still have some left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/My%20boy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/My%20boy.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Better go and finish my pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116155864575609070?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116155864575609070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116155864575609070&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116155864575609070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116155864575609070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/pumpkin-time_116155864575609070.html' title='Pumpkin Time!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116087961554612204</id><published>2006-10-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:33:35.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Weather -- It's Cooler Out there!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyhusky, it's almost winter!!  Doodles can tell this because it's cooler outside and I am not panting like a panting bear or something.  Of course we don't get that snow stuff, only rain and mud, but I can smell the rain on the horizon!!  Doodles is very happy!  Da dad should be packing up our swimming pools any days now and we should be getting in our straw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we gets straw for our pens and our outside houses.  Doodles loves it when the straw comes.  It comes in big bales and I gets to help Da momma and Da dad distribute it around my pen and in my house.  The hoomans say that the straws keeps all the mud from coming into their house, and I guess it does, but it's way fun to play in and hide things in and it smells so good, I just have to rub my whole body in it!!  I can't wait for the straws to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Da sister went home, but not before she gave me more sammich.  This sammich wasn't pig butt, it was cowdog butt.  I hoped it wasn't one of my cowdog friends that are missing.  Da momma says they went north for the winter, but I think she's lying, because I watch the birds and stuff and everything goes south for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a near flood in the hooman house and I didn't do it!!  See in the kitchen they have this bucket where the faucet is and it drains out somewheres -- I don't know where that water goes -- anyway, one day Da dad was washing the dishes in the kitchen bucket (I know, I could've washed them, but they won't let me) and the bucket overflowed.  Da dad said a lot of bad words about clog and stopped up and stuff.  So he took everything out of that cupboard under the hooman bucket and I gots to help him fix where the water goes.  I tried to hold the portable light thing, but he thought I was stealing it and took it away.  I was just trying to help.  Then I thought I would hand him his toys -- except he calls them tools, but again, he thought I was stealing them.  He made me go outside and locked me and Whiskey out there, so we wouldn't continue helping him.  He said he didn't need our kind of help.  I wonder who helped him then??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Da dad finally got the water to go wherever it goes and Da momma was much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey got her first gopher.  He died when she tried to play with him.  I tried to tell her that you have to be gentle or they die too quick, but she didn't listen.  She then laid him out for Da momma to find -- again, I told her bad idea, because Da momma would take it away for the funeral and we wouldn't get to go.  Sure enough, Da momma and Da dad took the gopher and had the funeral without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better run -- now that we can run, cuz it's not a million degrees out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116087961554612204?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116087961554612204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116087961554612204&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116087961554612204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116087961554612204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/breaking-weather-its-cooler-out-there.html' title='Breaking Weather -- It&apos;s Cooler Out there!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-116009383260167319</id><published>2006-10-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:17:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dusty Doodles Reporting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da Sister came to visit!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%20Sister.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%20Sister.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am with Da Sister, asking nicely for her sammich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Success.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Wolves.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Wolves.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here WhiskeyGirl joins in asking for the sammich. We really, really wanted the sammich and we were giving her our cutest, fluffiest, I want that sammich look.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Success.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Success.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look, we got the sammich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a really good sammich.  It has pig butt and cheese and stuff on it.  Doodles really, really liked it.  Doodles wishes that Da sister would come visit more often, so we could get more sammiches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-116009383260167319?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116009383260167319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=116009383260167319&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116009383260167319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/116009383260167319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/dusty-doodles-reportingda-sister-came.html' title=''/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115923770130123889</id><published>2006-09-25T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:34:18.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hat's Been Stolen and Other Fun Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hat Doodles tried so hard to hang on to finally came up. That's right, I frows up. But I buried my hat, except that Whiskey found it and was parading around the yard with it, so Da momma stole it from us. She ruined all the fun. Oh well, at least I kept her on poop detail for a few days. I always have to woowoo to myself when she looks in all my poop with her funny mittens on her paws and stuff. Da momma is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Doodles caught a gopher today. See I saw him poke his head out of his hole in my pen and so I waited and waited and waited and waited and when he did it again, I grabbed him and asked him if he wanted to play. I don't think he did, cuz he died. I didn't mean to kill him, honest!! Doodles just didn't know he was so fragile. Da dad came and got him -- he saw me still trying to play with him by throwing him in the air and stuff. So Da dad took him away for his funeral. I didn't get to go and I'm thinking he is buring behind the house some wheres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night my friend, Yipper came looking for me, but I was doing the sleepy in the house. I knew he was out there cuz I could hear him, and I kept waking up Da momma to let me out, but she kept telling me to go to sleepy. Da dad finally gots up and let me out and I pretended I had to pee -- but really I was looking for Yipper. When I woo'd to him, Da dad made me come in the house again. Da momma and Da dad said I kept them awake all night -- well if they would've let me out to play with Yipper, they could've slept. Da momma told Da dad that Yipper (she calls him a coyote) was in the field next to our house when she went to work. They think he's coming in too close and are gonna talk to some Fishmanhooman about what to do. Doodles doesn't understand what the Fishmanhooman knows about Yipper, but I hope he doesn't do anything bad to my friend. I know Da momma would never hurt him, cuz she loves all the critters and especially those that are my friends, but I just don't know about this Fishmanhooman person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I heard a rumor and I don't believe it at all. Da dad took my friend, Omani to Dr. Brenda. He wasn't sick or nothing, he just needed his toes cut and Da dad and Da momma are afraid to do that, cuz my friend, Omani doesn't like his feets touched. So he went to Dr. Brenda. Da dad told Da momma that my friend, Omani screamed like a girl when Stacy cut his toes. You know, I don't like my toes cut either -- but it doesn't hurt -- so I really don't think my friend, Omani screamed like a girl. I asked him and he wouldn't tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da momma is doing that lots of that workie thing again. Something about harvest and rice. I know she works where there is rice, cuz I always smell it on her and it smells pretty good. I don't know what harvest is, but she says that if they don't get the rice in before the rain, then Doodles won't have no rice for his chicken. That would be bad. So I guess if Da momma has to workie lots to get the rice for my chicken it would be okay, but I don't like it much, cuz when she's not here, the compooter room door is shut and I can't get in here to do my blog stuff. In my next life, I'm gonna ask doG for opposable thumbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot! Yesterday Whiskey and I were trying to dress up for Halloweenie cuz we heard it was coming. We rolled in the sticky stuff that the tree gives off and then rolled in the dirt and grass. We figured we could go treating as tumbleweeds. Da momma wrecked that idea too. When she saw us, she gave us BATHS! AND it was baths with horrible smelling soapy stuff. It was awful. Just awful. I don't know what to do with that Da momma. Steals my hat, steals my gopher, denies me my friends and then gives me a bath. I have to plan something downright evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115923770130123889?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115923770130123889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115923770130123889&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115923770130123889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115923770130123889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/hats-been-stolen-and-other-fun-things.html' title='The Hat&apos;s Been Stolen and Other Fun Things'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115852109284895964</id><published>2006-09-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:24:59.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are all Hoomans Stoopid??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has not given up that hat yet and Da momma is busy doing poopie detail. She has to go out there and exam all my poop. Is that stoopid or what?? She must really want that hat back or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -- there is CONSTRUCTION going on in my pen! That can only mean one thing -- more play things!!! Da dad was out there yesterday after my birfday celebration and he was building something on the back of my house. Whiskey and Doodles had to go out to the pen this morning and it was this box thing without a top. Pretty tall. Da momma and Da dad went somewheres, so Doodles gots to check it out really good and I peed on it for good measure. But we can't be out there when Da dad is constructing cuz he doesn't like to share his special toys -- Da momma calls them tools.  Doodles heard Da momma and Da dad talking about a bedroom for my house and about taking down the playcenter -- cuz Da momma thinks it's getting dangerous -- another stoopid hooman thought. The playcenter is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/playcenter0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/playcenter0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last year, Da dad added a tunnel to it, but Doodles can't find the pictures of that.  Anyways, Da momma is thinking it's dangerous cuz it's old and Whiskey and I have kinda chewed it in places.  She says she's afraid we are going fall through it now and break our legs -- is that stoopid or what??  We know where we chewed it and we know how to play king of the mountain and stuff.  Anyways I heard Da momma tell Da dad to fix it and leave the tunnel and take away the stairs and the ramp and leave it open, like another veranda.  I'm not sure I will like it.  Doodles stands on the top to talk to the cowdogs and what happens if Da dad forgets the top??  Plus we won't have a secret hidie spot inside anymore where we can hide our things from Da momma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I might like a bedroom for my house.  I'll take a picture when Da dad gets done constructing. Some of you might ask why I have a house outside, when I have a house inside.  Well, see it's like this -- mean old ShoneeWitch has to have time in the house too.  So her pack, that includes my friend, Omani, gets to come in the hoomans house every other night for sleepy time.  Doodles and Whiskey has to stay out in the pen on those nights.  So we has a special house that Da dad build for us.  ShoneeWitch and my friend, Omani and Tundra all have houses in their pen too -- for the nights that Whiskey and Doodles gets to sleepy in the hooman house.  That might sound horrible for some of yous, but really it's lots of fun to stay outside all night.  At night time is when we have the best visitors -- like stinkycats, and cooncats and yippers (Da momma calls then coyoters).  If Doodles didn't stay out every other night then I wouldn't have them animules as friends.  So it's pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Better go and supervise Da dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115852109284895964?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115852109284895964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115852109284895964&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115852109284895964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115852109284895964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-all-hoomans-stoopid.html' title='Are all Hoomans Stoopid??'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115844850905974895</id><published>2006-09-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:15:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birfday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting on my Birfday celebration!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/toy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my new toy.  Except now she doesn't have that hat.  See that hat??  Doodles ates it.  Well what happed is that I took it off the witch cuz I was trying to find where that squeeker thing was and Da momma saw me, so to keep Da momma from taking the hat, I just ate it.  Whole.  Now Da momma is really worried.  She tried to make me frows up, she used a couple of different icky tasting stuffs, but I ain't given that hat back -- cuz I knows what will happen to it.  I wants to keep it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/birfday%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my cake.  Whiskey had one too.  It was really yummy and had the frosting stuff inside it.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dcp_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dcp_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me eating my cake.  Notice how the plate is empty.  I ates my cake faster then Da momma could take the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/helping%20Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/helping%20Whiskey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me and Da dad helping Whiskey eat her cake.  She didn't eats it too fast and she had to have it broken into little pieces.  She's such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%20Doodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%20Doodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Me, the Doodles after Da momma tried to make me frows up.  Notice my eyes are closed, I was trying to make the foam stuff in my mouth go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Thief%20Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Thief%20Whiskey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Whiskey stealing my toy.  Don't worry, Da momma gots me a back up one, so I could have one and Whiskey could haves one.  Da momma stole the hat off of the other one after I ate the first hat.  She won't give it back either.  I think I'm gonna wait until Da momma is watching the talking box later and then frows up in her lap.  Doodles has done that before and she makes all kinds of girl noises.  It was funny!!  And since today is International Pain in the Butt Day, that will be what I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, that was my Birfday. Doodles also gots a BIG bag of jerky.  But Da momma is being stoopid and won't let me have any more until after I frows up.  She did however gives me bread and BUTTER after I ate the hat -- seems someone told her to do that, I think it was Meeshka's hooman.  Thank You Meeshka's hooman -- that butter was good, the bread was okay -- but better with the BUTTER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well better go guard my hatless witch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Burp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/helping%20Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115844850905974895?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115844850905974895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115844850905974895&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115844850905974895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115844850905974895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-birfday.html' title='My Birfday!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115841654370804065</id><published>2006-09-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T07:22:24.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Birfday and I'll Woo if I wanna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/IM000127.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/IM000127.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birfdays!  Now I am 4 hooman years old.  Da momma says we are celebrating my birfsday today!!!  Yesterday I gots special foods, cuz of my birfdays.  For breakfast we gots scrammy eggs with cheese and hot doggies.  Last night we gots chickie with special wild rice and greenie beans.  Doodles doesn't know what's we getting today, but I bet it's good, cuz Da momma says today is the celebrating day.  We couldn't really celebrates yesterday cuz Da momma had to do that workie thing.  I gets presents too and I bets I gets BUTTER!!!  Da momma tolds me I am getting a cake too!!  Da best part of yesterday was that Da momma's hip is all better!!!  See Doodles told you I didn't think it was arfritis, cuz I woo'd it and it wouldn't go away.  Well, Da momma wents to another doctor, I don't think it was my doctor, but maybe.  Anyways, the doctor tolds Da momma that it was grrsitis.  And he gave her a special shot into her hip.  And now the grrsitis is all gone.  WOOOWOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Da brother called for my birfsdays.  He wants me to change my blog name to Doc's Dusty Doodles.  See everyhooman calls him Doc cuz he fixes peepol in the Navy and he has always said that he was my hooman and I was his Doodles.   Doodles is gonna think about this, cuz I do love my Da brother, but I jsut don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sister called for Doodles birfdays too!  And she says that the kiddles have written me and I will get the letters with the next mailpeepol day.  I don't know when that is -- is it today or not??  Our mailpeepollady is nice and all, but she doesn't seem to come everyday.  Da momma says it's cuz she's stoopid, but sometimes we go many days without her coming.  That's when Da momma calls the main mailpeepol and tells them.  That mailpeepol service is Stoopid and Doodles thinks the mail would be more consistent if us huskies delivered it.  It might have alittle spit on it, cuz we don't have thumbs, but Doodles knows we would deliver it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka's&lt;/a&gt; place, she been catching grubs.  Doodles has never found those here and I am quite jealous cuz they sound really yummy.  I been digging a few more holes just to make sure we don't have them, but all I find is earthworms and they taste like dirt, so I knows it's not the grubs that &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; is describing.  Why is it some huskies have all the stuff that Doodles wants??  Grubs, snow, sleds, stay at home Da mommas.  The list goes on.  It makes no sense to Doodles.  We should all have the same things cuz we are huskies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that Doodles hears??  Da dad is making breakfast -- gotta run!!  I'll write later and tell you about my birfdays presents and CAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115841654370804065?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115841654370804065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115841654370804065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115841654370804065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115841654370804065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-my-birfday-and-ill-woo-if-i-wanna.html' title='It&apos;s my Birfday and I&apos;ll Woo if I wanna!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115793432527143427</id><published>2006-09-10T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:25:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles Gets to Go Fishing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/IM000063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/IM000063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is enjoying the fall weather and hasn't been inside enough to post much, he apologizes to everyhusky and everydog and doglet.  It's nice and cool out in the evenings and Doodles is loving it!!  Whiskey and I play and play and play.  We've even gotten Da momma to play with us a couple of times. She plays a mean game of chase. I think that means her hips are better.  Doodles still thinks she has dysplasia and not arfritis.  If it was arfritis, don't you think that my sneaking up and woo-ing at Da momma's hip would have made it go away??  Me, too.  That's why Doodles thinks she has dysplasia and she needs to go to my doctor to get a bionic hip.  Then she could play more with me and Whiskey.  Doodles loves to chase Da momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  You know what I figured out??  I figured out why hoomans call crickets - 'crickets'.  It's because when you eats them, they go - crick - et in your mouths.  I kinda like the sound of that so, I beens eating a lots of them.  They make me frows up if I eat too many so I try to pace myself.  Da momma says we must be in for a bad winter cuz we have so many crickets.  Doodles wonders if a bad winter means snow??  Doodles would love for it to snow, but we never get snows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened last night.  Da momma and Da dad went out to gets foods and while they were gone a poleecepersons car broke right in front of our property, in fact it was right in front of Doodles' and Whiskey's pen!  Doodles watched the poleeceperson get outta his car and look in the mouth of the car.  I don't think he figured out what was wrong with it, because it wouldn't start for him or nothing.  Doodles watched him closely, in case he had cookies in his car or maybe he might of needed a new poleecedog, but he didn't.  He did however, talk to Doodles and Whiskey and he says that we are beeutiful.  Da momma and Da dad came home with the foods and they went and talked to him to see if there was a bad guy or something.  That's when he tolds them that his car broke and he was waiting for the toe truck.  Da momma says it's pretty unusual for a poleecepersons car to break.  The toe truck came and lifted the poleececar up and they went away.  Doodles woo'd him good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Da momma and Da dad left us for a while and they said they went fishing.  They didn't bring us any fishes.  Doodles likes it when Da momma gets those little fishes and puts them in our swimming pool.  I gets to catch them and they are yummy, but they kinda tickle going down my throats.  Anyway, Da momma says that next time her and Da dad goes fishing, DUSTY DOODLES GETS TO GO TOO!!!   I think that means Whiskey has to go because she's too scared to stay here without me, but that would be okay.  Doodles will teach Whiskey how to catch those fishes and water birds.  Then we could catch lots of fishes and stuff and Doodles wouldn't have to wait for Da momma to get home with the fishes, that she never catches, but has to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I head Da dad getting our plates ready for dinner....gots to go now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115793432527143427?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115793432527143427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115793432527143427&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115793432527143427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115793432527143427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/doodles-gets-to-go-fishing.html' title='Doodles Gets to Go Fishing!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115741836052296186</id><published>2006-09-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:06:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Lazy Week??</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting from sunny California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not posted because there was simply not enough to post about and now Doodles is finding he has quite a bit to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all Doodles and all his family, both furred and skinned were sorry to hear on the talking box about the loss of a wonderful conservationist and a great person.  We all woo in sorrow for Steve Irwin and his family.  May he find many animals that need his attention at the Bridge.  Doodles wonders if &lt;a href="http://originalgruffpuppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Opy&lt;/a&gt; or&lt;a href="http://gruffpuppy.blogspot.com/"&gt; Chuckie&lt;/a&gt; will be able to go to his funeral??  If so, Doodles hopes they will give him an appropriate farewell in Husky song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News here in California is slow, although a quailbird did walk into my mouths earlier in the week.  Doodles tolds you it would happen and sure enough it did.  I was laying out under my veranda and here he comed.  When he gots close enough, Doodles just opened my mouths and he walked right in.  All Da momma and Da dad found were a few feathers, they are hard to swallow and his feets.  Doodles doesn't like quailbird feets.  I do have to tell you he was quite yummy in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking, I been doing alots of thinking this week.  Doodles been practicing for Meeshka's International Lazy Day and I thinks it should be whole week.  One day just isn't long enough to laze around and think of these things.  It took me all week to thinks of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles hasn't heard from Da sister's little kiddles yet.  But Da momma tolds me that they gots my presents and really liked them and they are supposed to be writing back to me.  Doodles hopes he gets their letters soon cuz I'm anxious to start helping with their homeworks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all Doodles has to say this time...I'll try to read everyone's blog and catch up with you all, but first I need another nap!  Is it Dog Days of Summer yet??  Is that why Doodles is so sleepy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115741836052296186?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115741836052296186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115741836052296186&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115741836052296186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115741836052296186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/international-lazy-week.html' title='International Lazy Week??'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115669430430966026</id><published>2006-08-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T08:58:24.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/52gophsn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/52gophsn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been all week since my last post.  Doodles has been spending time making that arfritis go away from Da momma's hip and I think my efforts have paid off.  Da momma hasn't exactly played with Doodles or Whiskey yet, but she says that she feels better.  So Doodles is thinking maybe today she will play a good game of chase with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles hasn't heard from Da sister's kiddles yet and I sure hope &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; doesn't ban them fore they can write me back.  Da sister says not to worry and to be patient.  Doodles doesn't like to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles bets everyhusky and everydog is wondering why there is a picture of a snake on my blog.  Well, Doodles will tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Da momma was at work and then Da dad left.  They were gone a long time and were even late with dinner.  Da momma later told Doodles that she had to go back to the doctors and Da dad met her there.  Anyway, whiles Whiskey and I were waiting for them to get home a huge snake slithered into our yard.  Whiskey was terrified of him and ran to the top of our playcenter.  Doodles joined her there to try to make her calm down and do something about that big old snake.  He was longer then Doodles and ugly and fat as my leg.  Whiskey refused to come down off of the playcenter -- she's such a wimp.  And the snake meanwhiles was getting into our pool!!  Whiskey was shrieking and Doodles was sure she was gonna shriek herself into bringing the policepeopols or something.  Doodles would have been embarrassed to have the policepeepols come and find us both on the top of our playcenter yelling our husky heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Doodles decided I had to get that snake outta our pen.  The other dogs, Shonee and Tundra were laughing at me -- but my friend Omani, he was giving me encouragement and telling me hows to proceed.  So Doodles wents up to the snake and I asked him nicely to leave.  Doodles even gave him a little nudge....just like my friend, Omani said to.  That snake had the nerve to wrap his slimmy body around my leg!!!  That made Doodles mad! Doodles went after that snake and we wrestled a bit.  He would wrap hisself around my legs and I would grab him and throw him.  We did this for a long time -- in fact in the process Da momma and Da dad came home and Doodles didn't even notice.  It felt like Doodles was in the battle for his very life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da dad came right out to my pen and grabbed the snake and got him off of me and took him out to Da momma.  Da momma says he was a gopher snake and he was the biggest one she ever saw.  She says he was over 6 ft long and as big around as my leg.  Da momma says Doodles was very brave for fighting the snake.  She said the snake wouldn't hurt us, but Doodles doesn't believe that cuz he had me in body hold when Da dad came in. I was beginning to feel like one of those wrestler peepol on the talking box!  Da momma said that the snake was almost dead -- so she had Da dad put him out of his misery.  Doodles doesn't know how Da dad did that cuz he took him behind the house and Doodles guesses they had the funeral back there to.  Doodles didn't go.  Doodles gots extra cookies.  I had to share them with Whiskey even though alls she did was stand there and yell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles don't like snakes and I hope I never sees another one.  So that's why there's a snake on my blog today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is gonna try to visit everyhusky and everydog's blog today -- but we'll see how Da momma feels firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115669430430966026?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115669430430966026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115669430430966026&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115669430430966026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115669430430966026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-overdue-post.html' title='Long Overdue Post'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115612455918173808</id><published>2006-08-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:42:39.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles in School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/doodles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/doodles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles reporting here with exciting news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is gonna be helping Da sister teach them little kiddles in the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my Da brother is in something called the Navy, they call him Doc.  Da momma says he's not a real doctor, but he is a medik and he helps keep the mareens and armees peepols from dying in the wars.  Doodles knows when &lt;a href="http://meeshkaworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meeshka&lt;/a&gt; rules the world, she won't let the peepols have wars, cuz wars are stoopid.  Anyways Doodles misses his Da brother.  Da sister teaches the kiddles at a 'pecial school for the armees kiddles.  That's all that goes to that school is the armee kiddles.  Doodles likes kiddles cuz they are just the right size to kiss and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles convinced Da momma and Da dad to go to Wally's and buy lots of school stuff to send to the kiddles in Da sister's classroom.  Today I gots to help pack it all up and tomorrow Da dad is taking it to the mailpeepol.  In the box are school stuffs, pens and pencils and papers and rasers and stuff.  Doodles gots to put a 'pecial card in each bag with a little woo on it for the kiddle.  It was lots of funs.  Now the mailpeepols will take the packages from Da dad and take them to Da sister and she will give them to the kiddles, along with a 'pecial letter Doodles wrotes to them.  Doodles hopes the kiddles will writes him back and then when they do, I can help them with their homeworks and stuff.  You know Doodles is pretty smart.  Da momma has a sign on her car that says Doodles is smarter then an honorary student.  That's pretty smart.  Da sister is also gonna send me some lessons to help her with.  Da sister wants me to write what I knows about  stuff and everythings.  Doodles is so excited I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da brother says its important for all of us to help support the trroops and since Doodles don't know them, exept for the ones Da brother brings home, I figures Doodles should help the kiddles.  Most all the kiddles at this 'pecial school where Da sister teaches have either their momma or their daddy off in the wars.  Doodles knows that they miss their hoomans a lot, cuz Doodles misses his Da brother.    Doodles wants them kiddles to know that someone is membering them and says WOO to them and helps them to do good in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all know when I get my first assinment from Da sister.  Maybe somes of you can help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about Jack.  Doodles woos he won't eat Jack.    I just want to get up close to him and sniff him really good and maybe take a little lick or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- The firepeepols gots the fire out, but the firebug's still on the loose.  I been eatin all the bugs I see, but Da momma says that won't help.  I just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115612455918173808?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115612455918173808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115612455918173808&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115612455918173808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115612455918173808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/doodles-in-school.html' title='Doodles in School!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115577659373324544</id><published>2006-08-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:03:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Jack!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been a while since I posted.  Doodles been busy making friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jack.  He's Doodles' new friend.  Isn'the an interesting looking dog??  He says he's a rabbitdog and I can call him Jack.  Doodles has seen some of his relatives, but I've never met them before a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a couple of days ago, Jack walked right up to my pen and Doodles watched him closely.  The next day, Jack came back and came right up to the fence again.  Doodles just knew he wanted to be friends.  So I went up to the fence real slow like, I didn't want to scare him away or anything.  Slowly Doodles sniffed him and he sniffed Doodles back.  Doodles woo'd at him and he JUMPED!  But Jack didn't run off or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Jack has been coming to visit almost every night.  He comes right up to the fence and we say hello and then he JUMPS up and down my fence line and Doodles tries to chase him.  Jack's really quick though and he can JUMP a long ways.  Last night Doodles ran along the fence and Jack chased me.  Doodles wishes Da momma or Da dad would let Jack in my pen, but just like the stoopid hoomans they are, they say that it's not wise.  Jack and Doodles calls their new game "Jack Tag".  Whiskey don't play it with Jack.  Doodles thinks Whiskey is afraid of Jack cuz she won't come and sniff him and say hello or anything.  Doodles likes his new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Da momma's hips are still hurting her and as much as Doodles tries to make them all better, it's just not working.  She went to the hooman doctor and he gave her some pills.  Doodles hopes that makes Da momma all better soon, so she will play chase with me and Whiskey.  If those hooman doctor pills don't work, Doodles is gonna tell Da momma she needs to go to Doodles' doctor, Brenda.  Doodles knows Dr. Brenda would fix Da momma right up, cuz she's good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey gots Doodles in trouble the other morning.  See, we are not allowed to play husky games in the house and Whiskey keeps forgetting.  So she started it and Doodles was trying to tell her to knock it off.  Well, Da momma caughts us and yelled at Doodles.  I didn't think that was too fair and Doodles yelled back at her.  She tolds me not back talk her or Doodles would go to time out.  Doodles doesn't like time out cuz that means I have to go to the crate in the sleepy room all by myself.  Doodles doesn't like to be by hisself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gots another firebug this year.  See, firebugs come and start fires.  Fires are really scary.  This firebug started a fire in the hills behind us.  It's not real close to our house yet and Doodles hopes those firehoomans can put it out quick.  We live in fire country as Da momma calls it.  We have lots of wildfires, sometimes the light rods from the sky start the fires, sometimes peepols start the fires and sometimes Doodles hears the talking box say it's firebugs.  The talking box say it's a pretty big fire.  Doodles tried last year to find that firebug so I could eats him up, but I couldn't find him.  Doodles is gonna start looking again for him.  Doodles figures if I eats him, he can't start no fires in my tummy and that would keep our house and neighborhood safe and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Doodles better go and head outside, it's almost time for Jack to come and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115577659373324544?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115577659373324544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115577659373324544&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115577659373324544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115577659373324544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/meet-jack.html' title='Meet Jack!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115547909000141325</id><published>2006-08-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T07:24:50.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's TAG!!!</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;IndyPindy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how this kinda tag is played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself." Then you tag 5 friends and list their names. The furries who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Doodles loves foods, all foods.  Doodles knows how to eat artichokes (but they must have mayonaise) and I even love lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Doodles woos when Da momma asks me "Does Dusty have woo's in him" or "You got something to say".  It's my cue to woo away and sometimes I have lots and lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Doodles eats olives.  We live in an olive orchard and have lots of trees.  Da momma says the trees are too old for harvesting so we don't have that done.  But the olives still fall to the ground and I eats them.  They have to be just the right ripeness and I can become very possessive of my olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Doodles has to have dessert after every meal.  Dessert is 3 cookies.  If I don't eat my dessert I will bug the hoomans, including using the claw like Meeshka.  Dessert is part of my meals.  The most important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  In real life Doodles doesn't like little dogs because once when we were on vacation, I was minding my own business on a trail and a little dauchie came and attacked me, biting my leg and made me need to see the doctor about it.  Da momma kept me from killing the little dog, who wasn't on a leash, but ever since I see all little dogs as ankle biters and want them gone.  Prior to that I was pretty gentle with little guys.  But I love my internet doglet friends -- I would never try to hurt them because Doodles knows they wouldn't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles tags &lt;a href="http://www.sadiemaedog.blogspot.com"&gt;Sadie Mae&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hersheythedoglet.blogspot.com"&gt;Hershey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://splashtrainingdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Splash&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itsasibeslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dakota,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lexhdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115547909000141325?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115547909000141325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115547909000141325&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115547909000141325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115547909000141325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-tag.html' title='It&apos;s TAG!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115517268703895043</id><published>2006-08-09T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:56:35.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Me, Omani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Omani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Omani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles gave me his secret password and told me I should post a few words in his blog. I've never done this before, so if I make a mistake, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of Dusty's blog friends for asking about me and keeping their paws crossed for me in regards to my incident with the Stinkycat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very late at night when I saw stinky. Now, you have to understand, there are no other animals allowed in my pen -- not ever. I am not a meanie (like Miss Shonee) but there are some things I just cannot tolerate. It is my job to alert the humans if anyone comes to our gate or if there are strange things outside. I take my job very seriously. My human family, as well as my canine family depend on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I saw old Stinky and I alert barked, but no one paid attention. I am sure the humans were asleep and Dusty was in the house that night with Whiskey. Miss Shonee and TunMan were dead asleep -- you know they are old, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon myself to defend my family from the likes of Stinky. When I approached Stinky and asked him to leave nicely, he turned around and sprayed me right between the eyes with his evil smell. It hurt my eyes really bad, but it also made me mad. So I went after him and my niceness was gone. Stinky ended up having to attend a funeral, and it was his own. I am not sorry about that. The rules are the rules. I most certainly understand a Stinkycat or someone else accidently making their way into my pen, but when I ask you to leave nicely, you better do it -- or there will be consequences. That's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Miss Shonee and TunMan didn't get close to Stinky, they still had to go to Doctor Brenda's with me. I didn't know that Stinkycat's could carry rabies and not that it would have mattered anyway. I would easily lay down my life for those in my family. It's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;I was up to date on my rabies vaccination and Stacy, our nurse, gave me another one, just to be safe. She also put some drops in my eyes that helped the sting go away. I had 'red eye' for a day or so, but they feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't know for sure about the rabies unless/until I come down with it. Dr. Brenda thinks I should be safe from it, and I was last time we had a StinkyCat that came into the yard. If I show no symptoms in 60 days, they will assume that I am okay -- although my human says that in rare cases symptoms can appear 6 months later. I know it is a fatal disease and although I'd rather not die, I also know that if I do contract rabies, I have lived a good life and there isn't anything I would have changed -- well except for my friend, Dusty, having to live in a different pen. My humans love me, they have taken good care of me since I came here as a rescue at 10 weeks of age. I am now almost 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your words of encouragement to Dusty. He's been pretty upset about the whole thing. And again, thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Dusty allows it, I will post again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on guard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omani Frances&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115517268703895043?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115517268703895043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115517268703895043&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115517268703895043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115517268703895043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-me-omani.html' title='It&apos;s Just Me, Omani'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115515856517997087</id><published>2006-08-09T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:22:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Serious Note...</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting here.  I have something serious I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles doesn't understand how peepol can still allow us huskies, doggles  and doglets to make puppies, when there are millions of us dying in the doggy jails.  Doodles knows that some puppies have to be made, but Doodles thinks that those puppies should be the very best that can be made.  The hoomans that own the mom and dad dogs should not just allow them to make puppies, but do everything in their power to make sure those puppies are as perfect and healthy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes Doodles really mad when I see meanie Shonee getting special attention.  She gets special attention because she's sick all the time. Meanie Shonee is sick all the time because her dog mom and dad weren't checked for diseases before they made her.  The peepol that owned her dog mom and dad were what Da momma calls backyardbreeders.  They sound evil and Doodles doesn't like them.  So because they were stoopid and allowed meanie Shonee's dog mom and dad to make her and didn't make sure they were healthy and disease free, now Doodles has to deal with meanie Shonee and her getting all the special attention from Da momma and Da dad for being sickly.   See, that is pretty stoopid, huh??  Just another way that hoomans are stoopid.  doG, let me count the ways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has been researching what us huskies need to do before we make puppies.  Other doggles and doglet breeds may need to do different things.  For huskies, we need special pictures, called xrays, to check out hips to make sure they are okay.  We don't need no crippled puppies that need wheeliechairs to get around or any more that need bionic hips. We also need blood taken outta our arm -- just a little bit -- to check for thyroid problems.  Thyroid problems can make us too fat or too skinny and can even make us meanies.  We also need our eyes checked.  Doodles doesn't mean more peepol looking at our eyes and telling us how buuuteeeful they are.  We know they are pretty good looking eyes, but because they are so pretty, they can get evil things in thier call catracks and they can make us blind.   If we had a bunch of blind huskies, we might need more Labs to be seeing-eye-dogs for them.  No more Labs!!  (even though some of Doodles' bestest friends are Labs!!)   There are other things that we need too, before we make puppies.  We need to be checked to make sure we don't have sex diseases.  Not just huskies can get those -- ALL doggles, and doglets can get them.  And one more thing -- all doggles, doglets and huskies need to be the very best their breed has to offer and that needs to be confirmed, not by just your momma and your daddy, but by other peepols that don't know you and who don't live with you.  Sometimes you will prove that you are the very best in shows or races or agility or stuff.  Doodles knows all my friends are the best, they are the bestest friends that a husky could ever have -- but that doesn't mean you are the bestest to make puppies.  It doesn't matter if you never have puppies, Doodles will love you all the same!!  Woowoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles loves puppies and I don't want any more puppies going to the Bridge because they don't have homes and doG knows we don't need any more dogs here at our house.  So unless your house can keep all the puppies that you make, please don't make any -- unless like I said, you've had all your tests and you are the best their is to make puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115515856517997087?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115515856517997087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115515856517997087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115515856517997087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115515856517997087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-serious-note.html' title='On a Serious Note...'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115500316954553331</id><published>2006-08-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:12:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Cat Update</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles here reporting as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd give you all an update on the stinky cat situation.  Da dad packed up the three pack and took them to the doctors.  My friend, Omani, says that they weren't allowed into the building cuz they stunk.  So the Stacy lady, who is our very favorite nursie came out to the truck and gived everyone shots and special nose drops.  My friend, Omani, says that the nose drops were the regular ones that we get every year for the cough disease.  My friend, Omani says he gots all upset because he wanted to go into the building and get the doctors cat and Stacy told him NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Omani, was still upsets about everything when they gots home.  He came to the fence to talks to me and he really stunk.  That stinky cat gots him good and you know what??  What smells exotic from a ways away stinks to doG heaven up close.  Doodles eyes watered and I sneezed too.  My friend, Omani says the stinky cat sprayed the stink into his eyes and his eyes hurts him.  Nursie Stacy told him it would go away in a day or so and put stuff in his eyes to help him.  My poor friend Omani.  He didn't gets to go to stinky cat's funeral either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Da dad came out and went into the three packs pen with lots of stuff and the water hose.  They all had to get baths in stuff that bubbled on them.  It helped my friend, Omani, not stink so bad.  They each gots two baths.  Whiskey and Doodles didn't have to get baths cuz we didn't get near the stinky cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Da momma came home from workie (very late) she says they smell better and could come into the house now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our doctor, Dr. Brenda says she thinks my friend, Omani will be okay, cuz she thinks his shots will work for him and she doesn't think the stinky cat had that bad rabies disease.  Doodles herd Da dad tell Da momma that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herd Da dad tell Da momma that he thinks we have a family of stinky cats living in the bushes on the outside of our perimeter fence, cuz this was just a baby stinky cat and he couldn't of traveled too far.  Doodles hopes the stinky cat family stays on their side of the fence, cuz Doodles don't want no baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go and see if I can bribe some cookies for looking cute and smelling better then my friend, Omani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115500316954553331?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115500316954553331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115500316954553331&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115500316954553331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115500316954553331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/stinky-cat-update.html' title='Stinky Cat Update'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115494802655933224</id><published>2006-08-07T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T03:53:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaking News -- Stinky Cat Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/skunk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/skunk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles here reporting on the latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Doodles and Whiskey's night to sleep in the house.  The meanie Shonee, Tundra and my friend Omani were sleeping outside.  Da momma says they may be sleeping outside for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke Da dad up to tells him that stinky cat was around -- cuz it stinked really bad.  Da dad let me outside in my back yard to do my business and Doodles didn't see the stinky cat.  When I cames in, Da momma made me come into the bedroom with her and Whiskey and I heard Da dad go out front.  The three pack didn't come in though.  He yelled at them loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Da dad came back in, he tolds us that my friend Omani had killed a stinky cat.  Da dad gots him away from the stinky cat and had to bury him.  Da momma didn't go to the funeral, she stayed with us and she saids that stinky cats -- she calls them skunks -- are too stinky for her to stand around in her pj's and watch Da dad bury.  Doodles thinks she should have gone anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Da momma, the three pack has to have their shots -- which means either they have to go to Dr. Brenda or Dr. Brenda has to come here.  Da dad's 'posed to call first thing in the morning to find out if Dr. Brenda will come out or allow one of the girls to come and if they are too busy to come today, then the three pack have to go in to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Da momma saids that they have to have a special bath and Da dad has to go to town to get the rest of the ingredients.  I'm glad Doodles and Whiskey don't have to get special baths.  Doodles doesn't like baths.  I wonder if the bath will make the stinks go away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma saids that the stinky cats carry something called rabies that us huskies and doggles can get.  Doodles hopes his friend Omani doesn't get it.  Da momma says that with hope and luck and prayers that the shots will hold them.  But maybe the stinky cat didn't have the rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is worried about his friend.  Cross your paws ok??  Doodles is sad that stinky cat lost with Omani -- but Omani is a big doggle and stinky cat is smaller then a doglet and if this stinky cat wasn't full grown, then he was smaller then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is sad that stinky cat didn't get a proper funeral too.  Do stinky cats go to the Rainbow Bridge??  Da momma and Da dad are mad about the stink, but Doodles kinda like it and I think they are over reacting, just like typical hoomans, to the smell.  It don't smell that bad.  It smells kinda interesting...better then that foo-foo perfumie stuff Da momma uses -- it makes me sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sleepy time -- it's still the middle of the night here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115494802655933224?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115494802655933224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115494802655933224&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115494802655933224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115494802655933224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/beaking-news-stinky-cat-funeral.html' title='Beaking News -- Stinky Cat Funeral'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115488922056248763</id><published>2006-08-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:33:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Sunsday</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles here reporting as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/IM000049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/IM000049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Doodles at the beach.  Doodles loves the beach, but I don't get to go very often because it's very far away.  There are fun things to do at the beach.  Rub in all kinds of exotic smells and play in the waters.  When we go to the beach we gets to stay in a little cabin.  It's like a house only way smaller.  Da momma says when we goes to the beach, Doodles acts like he is on vacation cuz I won't eat my regular foods and will only eat vacation foods.  Vacation foods are cheesyburgers and chicken and fish and french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quail birds woulda walked into Whiskey's mouths today, but she didn't open her mouths.  Instead she barked at the quail bird and he flewed away.  I gots to train her better or something.  That quail bird will be back though and Doodles is waiting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma is walking funny.  It must be hard to walk on just 2 legs instead of 4.  Anyways, she says it's arfritis in her hip and it hurts her.  Doodles says get that arfritis outta there.   Da momma says she wants one of those bionic hips like the doggles at Meeshka's place.  Doodles says she needs to do to that doggles' doctor and he would give her one.  Maybe then she wouldn't walk so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Da momma with tears on her face today.  Doodles hates when she does that cuz then Doodles has to lick them all up for her.  She said that too many good peeples die and that some lady who loved huskies named Susan Butcher died of some silly disease.  Doodles woos for her family and Doodles knows that she's leading the best team of huskies beyond the Rainbow Bridge.  One day all us huskies will get to kiss her and woo for her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Da sister is being very bad.  Doodles emailed Da sister several days ago and asked her to fix my blog all up with new links and Paw It Forward like Charlie asked, but Da sister hasn't done it.  Doodles even told her to let Sadie Mae on the compooter to update her blog and tell me about the Spa, but she hasn't done that either.  Doodles doesn't like it when Da sister doesn't repond to polite requests and Doodles isn't quite sure what to do about it.  Da momma says Da sister will be here in a few months for a visit.  If she's not done her stuff on my blog by then Doodles is gonna have to keep her in the compooter chair until she does and then Doodles thinks he will parade in the yard with her underwear.  She always gets mad when Doodles does that.  That will show her about polite requests and stuff -- donja think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go snuggle with Da momma and try to scare away that arfritis stuff from her hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115488922056248763?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115488922056248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115488922056248763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115488922056248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115488922056248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/simply-sunsday.html' title='Simply Sunsday'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115473820407402003</id><published>2006-08-04T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:36:44.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funs on Frysdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/quail.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/quail.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles reporting from Da City of Gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quail bird that is gonna walk into my mouths any time now.  He is getting closer and closer and pretty soon he will walk right in.  Doodles even has Whiskey convinced to just lay still and watch and wait -- I think she's waiting for one to walk into her mouths too.  Da momma says I'm getting droolie face waiting.  She's such a goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Da momma, I heard her tell Da dad that for the next month (how long is that??) she has to do that workie thing a lot.  Doodles herd that the other peeples at the workie place are having an operation (does that mean they are broken and have to get fixed like Doodles did??) and then somepeeples is on vacation or something.  Doodles thinks they just went to the beach and left Da momma there to do all the workie things.  Workie is stoopid.  When Meeshka rules the world, I bet we don't have that workie thing no more.  Doodles don't like Da momma do that workie thing from sun up to sun down cuz then Da momma is too tired to play with Doodles and Whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma tolds me that Da sister called and said that Sadie Mae went to the spa and they were mean to her there.  Da momma threatens to send Doodles to the spa cuz I don't like to get that torture brush.  Why would Da momma send me to a spa if they were mean to Sadie Mae??  Da momma says it would be a different spa then Sadie Mae, but I don't know if I like that whole spa idea.  Any of the doglets out there go to the spa??  Are they really mean to you there??  Da momma says they will make me smell good.  Doodles doesn't want to smell good, Doodles wants to smell like stinky cat.  Doodles likes stinky cat.  Doodles will do the bitie thing if they try to make him smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Doodles and Whiskey stole Da dads cookies.  See he got himself the peeple cookies, you know the kind that taste really good, but they don't let Doodles have.   Something about choclate making huskies stoopid or something.  Anyway, Da dad got hisself the cookies and then went to the room where the peeples do their business and he left the cookies are the low table in the talking box room.  So ---- Doodles took one cookie and Whiskey took the other cookie.  They were sure good.  But when Da dad came back he asked who ate his cookies and Doodles and Whiskey denied it.  Da dad had the nerve to open our mouths and look to see if we had cookie stuff on our teefs.  We did, we were busted.  He said we were bad HULA-gans.  That will teach him to leave the peeple cookies alone.  They just called to us and we had to save them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115473820407402003?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115473820407402003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115473820407402003&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115473820407402003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115473820407402003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/funs-on-frysdays.html' title='Funs on Frysdays!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115465741671647537</id><published>2006-08-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:10:16.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Clarify...</title><content type='html'>Doodles here --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to clarify about my post on fences.  Doglets ususally do well in yards with short fences, because they are short!  Many doglets I have learned don't climb, cuz it might hurt their little backs.  But all dogs and doglets get the 'grass is greener' thoughts if left alone too much and you, little doglets still needs to be careful about and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knows not all dogs are huskies (and some of those other kinds are pretty cute for doglets), but us huskies are what Da momma calls nomadic.  What that means is we like everyone and every place and like to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So huskies and doglets alike, just be safe and make sure your hoomans keep you safes -- okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;br /&gt;Short post tonite cuz Da momma needs some extra kisses and snuggles -- she was gone from sun up to sun down (when I woo'd her home) cuz of that workie thing she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115465741671647537?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115465741671647537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115465741671647537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115465741671647537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115465741671647537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-to-clarify.html' title='Just to Clarify...'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115457458575139551</id><published>2006-08-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:09:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News About Peeples</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting here in sunny northern California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very nice outside for summer.  It's only about 90 during the day and the nights time has a little nip in the air -- in the 50's.  Doodles and Whiskey been spending time pool-side and catching the rays.  Only one problem with that.  Whiskey's fur is sunburning.  Her black and white tail is turning red and white.  You think she might turn all red and white like Meeshka??  I kinda like Whiskey black and white cuz Doodles thinks that it looks good with me -- I'm gray and white....but I don't know, that Meeshka and her red and white sure is purty.  Woowoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles wants to know why peeples are so stoopid.  Can anyone tell me??  I'm standing at the back door waiting to go out and do my business and they ASK me if I want to go out!  HELLO -- do they think Doodles is standing here to look purty???  Then Doodles comes in the house and runs to the cookie jar, which is on the counter -- conveniently placed outta my reach by those same peeples. Doodles is standing there looking purty and trying to tell them that it's COOKIE time.  After all, Doodles went outside and did his business and came running back in, what more reason is there to get a COOKIE???  So Da momma peeples, she asks me if I want a cookie.  Well, Doodles would rather have a steak, but since those aren't kept in the jar on the counter -- what do I have to do spell it out for her??  Doodles thinks he is becoming a pointer dog or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Da dad peeples is really no better then Da momma peeples.  He just ignores us and I have had to resort to bitie and claw to get his attention.  Then he looks at Doodles all stoopid like and asks me if Doodles wants something.  I only been trying to tell him for ever what it is Doodles wants and he was ignoring me.  So Doodles gots his sandle shoe and took a bitie out of it.  He hasn't noticed yet -- but he will.  Then I went outside and went swimming and came running in and jumped on his side of the big bed.  I didn't get Da momma's side wet, only Da dad's side.  Doodles will teach him to ignore me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woowooowoowooowoo!!!  I almost forgots to tell you.  I saws the quail birds today.  They are almost big enough to eat!  Yummmyyyy!!!! Fresh quail under the veranda.  Those quail birds are so stoopid they just walk right into my mouths.  Last year a couple of times, I was just sitting in the veranda enjoying the day and the quail bird walked right up to me and about jumped into my mouths.  All I had to do was open my mouths and eat him.  I can't wait til they do it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out now to wait for the quail birds to walk into my mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115457458575139551?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115457458575139551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115457458575139551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115457458575139551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115457458575139551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/news-about-peeples.html' title='News About Peeples'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115448286765327948</id><published>2006-08-01T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:41:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/I%20like%20it%20Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/I%20like%20it%20Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles here, reporting on something serious today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all read Meeshka's blog about chips and tatoos and not getting lost.  And my own cousin, Sadie Mae, got lost and her tatoo and chip helped her find her momma again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips and tatoos and collars and tags are all important, there is no doubt in Doodles mind.  Doodles and all my furry family here are chipped and I am also tatoo'd.  Da momma wants us back if ever we get lost or stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wants to talk to you tonight about containing us huskies and wanna be huskies.  We can be difficult to contain and Da momma knows lots of peeples that have lost their dog friends because the dogs friend escaped from the yard.  Yards and pens and outside time is important to us.  We like it outside where we can enjoy the weather and the bugs and the lizards.  But sometimes the grass is greener on the other side of that fence, or it blocks our view of the Jacks or cowdogs and we gotta get out to see those things.  Getting out of our fences can be really dangerous for us.  There are cars.  Why I don't know, seems hoomans can't run very far and have to drive those cars.  But those cars smoosh us flat.  They are pretty big.  And the other thing, out here in the country where Doodles lives, there are farmers and the farmers can SHOOT any dog found harrassing their cowdogs.  Now I don't think that's very fair, but they can do it.  There are lots of dangers in the peeples world, bad peeples, peeples that do mean things to huskies and doglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you peeples brought us huskies and other doglets into your lives, we needed you to keep us safe.  Part of that is keeping us properly contained.  Now I like to run free just as much as the next husky, but I also know that there are bad things out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different huskies need different types of fences to keep them contained.  Some huskies will stay behind a 4 ft tall fence -- at least until a Jack or cowdog comes along.  The best bet is to make our yard or pen as husky-proof as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to keep us in??  Well, Doodles can tell you what we have here and so far it's kept us pretty safe.  We have chain link fencing, it is 6 ft tall.  We also have that fencing buried in the ground next to the fence, so when we get in a dig-fest we can't tunnel under the fence.  Da momma keeps locks on all our gates.  Now the secret is they just look locked, but they aren't really.  But those bad peeples that would hurt us don't know that, don't you tell them either -- it's our secret okay??  We also have zappy wire.  Doodles doesn't like zappy wire, but it makes me stay away from the fence!!  Since we live in the country and have big pens, Da dad also put a perimeter fence around our whole property -- it has a locking gate on it that either you have to have the clicker (if Doodles didn't chew it) to get in or know the special codie thing.  The meter lady knows our codie thing, so she gets to come in and feed us COOKIES.  The firepeeoples and the poleecepeoples know our codie thing too, so they can save us if we need help and Da momma and dad aren't around.  And one other peeples knows our codie and that's our doctor -- cuz she comes by sometimes to visit (without giving shots) when she visits her horsey, which is down the road.  When Da sister comes to visit, Da momma gives her a clicker -- if the Doodles hasn't chewed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Doodles feels pretty safe here at my house.  Could you please ask your hoomans to go check your fences and make sure you can't get out??  I'd hate to lose my new friends because they escaped and were running free and didn't have compooter axcess.  Go. Now. Woo to them and take them to the fence and show them your secret escape spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115448286765327948?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115448286765327948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115448286765327948&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115448286765327948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115448286765327948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-serious.html' title='Something Serious'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115427562732209183</id><published>2006-07-30T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:07:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty%20and%20the%20hose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%20and%20the%20hose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles here reporting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Meeshka for her 24 hours blogathon. She raised over $1000 for the huskies that need homes and future HULA members. Also thank you to Opy and Charlie for helping to keep Meeshka awake, while the rest of us in dogdom slept and only dreamed of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In news in my neighborhood....well the hoomans are at it again. They keep trying to steal my furs. I've noticed that when my furs starts falling out it gets hot. So Doodles thinks that if he keeps his furs it won't get hot and maybe if I keeps enough of them, it will snow. Never fail, just when I think I've got it going on and am going to get to keep my furs those evil hoomans bring out the brushes and blowers and other instruments of torture to steal my furs. They can make me lie down, but they can't keep me from growling and snarling and generally throwing a fit. I even try to bitie them -- not that I would, but it's fun to watch them jump and stuff!! Well I guess I over did it on the bitie thing because they put a nose glove on my nose. How absolutely insulting. Doodles took it off and then grabbed their arm with the brush thing and held it. They got the message, but not before they stole a whole bagful of my furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma bought OTTER POPS yesterdays, but they aren't frozen yet. She says we haves to eat all the Pup Pops first and then she will freeze them. That's okay, at least I know they are here and I feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found a picture of a stinky cat and will try to post it later. Seems blogger doesn't like Doodles this morning cuz it won't let me post any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, hmmmm lets see. Nothing much is happening. It's still cool outside -- which is good. Oh, I did notice that Meeshka on her blog talked about the big blue water bowls. We have those -- they are our swimming pools. We have a blue one and a purkle one and then a BIG silber one and a smaller black one. When you lives in the hottest parts of the world, you gots to go swimming. I'm gonna try to post a picture of Doodles swimming in the big silber one. Cross your paws. It worked!!!  So that's our BIG pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have misters for when we hafta be outside...like when the hoomans are working or the it's the meanies time in the house.  The misters are hung in our pen and then spray a fine mist of water down on us -- they help keep us cool like the pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now cuz Whiskey Girl is biting my leg and I gots to go whomp on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115427562732209183?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115427562732209183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115427562732209183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115427562732209183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115427562732209183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-news.html' title='New News!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115422369861006337</id><published>2006-07-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:41:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No news tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/cowdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news tonight, busy keeping up with the blogathon. So I leave you with a picture of a cowdog to entertain you -- but you better look quick and then get back over to Meeshka's place. We gots to keep her awake with our comments ya know!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115422369861006337?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115422369861006337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115422369861006337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115422369861006337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115422369861006337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-news-tonight.html' title='No news tonight'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115413490809011825</id><published>2006-07-28T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:01:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frysdays Happenings</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles don't feel so good.  I frews up my breakfast today. It wasn't fun and I don't like frowsing up.  I felt better after I did though and now I'ms waiting for my dinner.  Da momma says she'll feed me cuz Doodles hasn't done it again.  I think it was the lizard I ate before breakfast.  I swallowed him quick like cuz Da momma saws his tail sticking out of my mouth and I know she was gonna make me leave it.  Doodles didn't want to leave it, so I swallowed him.  Oops.  Bad lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cooler today.  The weatherhooman didn't lie!!!  It's not snowing or anything, but it was only about 90 I heards on the talking box.  Doodles did the happy Husky Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get Pup Pops today cuz of my tummy.  But I didn't bother Da momma abouts them either.  I didn't want to upset my tummy and not get my dinner cuz we're having CHICKEN for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -- Whiskey and Doodles were on the cat watch today.  See Da hoomans here feed the wild cats outside the fence.  They don't want them to come too close, cuz last time they did -- well, we had a funeral.  So they feeds them outside the fence, but we can see them from the backyard.  So Whiskey Girl and I sat and watched for them for a long, long time but they didn't come out to play today.  You think cats can smell us or something?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were cat watching though, we saw a JACK!  The Jacks are out and running through the field and we saw them!!  Jacks are funny animuls, with them long ears and everything.  And they run funny, kinda like a hop or something.  I told Whiskey I thought they had the hip problem that some doggies get, but she told me I was stoopid.  Doodles is not stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the news today.  Don't forget about Meeshka's blogathon for the homeless huskies.  It starts in the morning.  I can't wait to see the pictures of her on her hooman's head!!  And all the money that's being raised for them huskies that need homes.  I hope they all get homes with compooters so they can blog and we can work on taking over the world.  Check my links for Meeska's page and make sure you visit there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115413490809011825?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115413490809011825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115413490809011825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115413490809011825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115413490809011825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/frysdays-happenings.html' title='Frysdays Happenings'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115404850658570572</id><published>2006-07-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:01:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on Fursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Im000089.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Im000089.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dusty Doodles here reporting the happenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still out of OTTER POPS but I might have forgiven Da momma for not running right out to the store and getting more.  She made me Pup Pops!  They are ice cubes that taste like CHICKEN!  Doodles loves chicken second best in the world, next to Otter Pops.  So Doodles kinda liked these Pup Pops.  I'll let you know if she comes through tomorrow with more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I want to woo to  Da sister for updating my links and stuff.  Da momma is kinda stoopid when it comes to that stuff and she doesn't trust the Doodles to figure it out on his own.  So I just email Da sister and she does it for me.  If you'd like me to link to you, let me know and I'll tell Da sister to add you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, it was a little puppy bit cooler and the weatherhooman says that by Satsday it is supposed to be back in the low 90's or high 80's.  That may sound hot to some, but we have been blistering our paws with 110 to 115 so those temperatures sure sound nice.  I understand that it's WINTER where Opy and Charlie live and I woo'd Da momma telling her I wanna to go and visit them...she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a stinky cat out early this morning.  I saws him walking down the street.  You do know what a stinky cat is right??  It's those cats that smell a lot and are black and white.  I saws him walking down the street and I was sure he was gonna get hit by a car or something, but he didn't.  I wanted to go rub on him because that smell is kinda interesting.  I member when I was a little pup and was still crated at night, one of those stinky cats came in the yard and got his stinks all over the 3 big dogs.  They had to go to the doctors and get shots and then had baths everyday for a week cuz the hoomans wanted to throw up everytime they came in the house.  It was pretty funny and I laughed my puppy booty off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saws the cowdogs today.  They came by for a visit.  They sure are interesting with their moo's instead of woo's.  Just when I think I have it figured out what they are saying, they change the subject.  Kinda rude if you ask me.  I think one of them is gonna have a cowpup.  I think that's what they said.  I'll keep you informed.  Maybe if they do have a cowpup, he'll be more my size and I'll get to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the news for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115404850658570572?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115404850658570572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115404850658570572&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115404850658570572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115404850658570572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-on-fursday.html' title='Fun on Fursday'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115396053595924904</id><published>2006-07-26T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:35:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening News</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles is having a national emergency.  This is not a test, this is the real thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE OUT OF OTTER POPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows Doodles, knows I live for Otter Pops in the summer.  They are cool and icy and taste really, really good.  Da momma showed me the box from the cold box and it's EMPTY!  I woo'd her and told her to get her booty to the store right now and get some more, but she said it was too hot.  HOW DOES SHE THINK DOODLES FEELS WITHOUT HIS OTTER POPS!!!???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tried the Claw from Meeshka fame, but my hooman just moves too quick, so that didn't work.  I just don't know what to do or how I'll manage without my Otter Pops.  Da momma says she's not going to the store until Satsday and today is only Wedsday.  That means I don't have any Otter Pops for Fursday or Frysday.  I'm gonna die.  I am not a happy Doodles and I even did the bitey thing on Da momma's toes and it's not working.  Nothing is working. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try a hunger strike and see if that works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115396053595924904?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115396053595924904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115396053595924904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115396053595924904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115396053595924904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/happening-news.html' title='Happening News'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115388192374764507</id><published>2006-07-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:45:23.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood News</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles reporting from the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weatherperson lied.  It's still hot, blistering hot and there is no snow in sight.  It doesn't snow here -- so that's no lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bit Whiskey on the nose.  Not real hard, but hard enough that it left a mark and a bump.  She had it coming.  She's always grabbing me by my beautiful mane and throwing me around and it was just too hot for Doodles to play today.  So I bit her.  Don't worry, she still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gots to try Chinesefoods tonight.  Da momma said it was too hot for her to cook, so she sent Da dad to town for the Chinesefoods.  We had noodles and rice and some kinda meat.  Da momma said it was supposed to be chicken, but it didn't taste like chicken to her, so she wouldn't eat it.  We gots it.  It was chicken.  It was yummy.  Yup yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our chickens died.  I DIDN'T KILL HER!!!!  Da dad thinks the heat got to much for her.  They are old chickens.  So old they don't lay those egg things any more.  Da momma says they were in their tirement, and this was thier tirement home.  I wanted to eat them.  But they are outside our back yard in their own pen.  I couldn't even dig in there because they have that wire stuff on the ground to protect them.  So anyway now we only have 2 chickens in tirement.  They are black.  I still wish I could eat them cuz Doodles likes chicken.  Da momma says no eating the chickens cuz they are our pets.  I don't know if they had the chicken's funeral yet, I didn't see Da momma cry and Da momma cries whenever anything dies.  Hoomans are so silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -- Da sister is supposed to be fixing my blog so you have my email.  Yup, Doodles stole the secret code and set up his own email account.  Shhhhh don't tell Da momma, k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Doodles is going SHOPPING for new toys with the plastic card that he stole.  I'll let you know what I bought, I'm gonna check out that eBay thing and see if they have any Doodle or Whiskey stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115388192374764507?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115388192374764507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115388192374764507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115388192374764507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115388192374764507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/neighborhood-news.html' title='Neighborhood News'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115387995038340441</id><published>2006-07-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:12:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/WhiskeyGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/WhiskeyGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Doodles here reporting on my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Whiskey Girl.  She's my girl.  I love my girl.  Isn't she beeeuteeeful????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da hoooman momma and dad gots her for me so I wouldn't be by myself.  See, a while ago Shonee the witch with a 'b' decided I couldn't live with her and Omani and Tundra and she tried her hardest to kill me.  So I had to go into a pen by myself.  Da momma didn't know if it was me or her that started all the trouble and so I had to go through all kinds of tests.  Tests at the doctors and tests at the trainer and tests with peoples and tests with other dogs.  I tried to tell them it wasn't me that was the problem, it was that meanie, Shonee.  But I pasted all my tests and they decided I needed a friend.  I did, I was lonely for the rough and tumble husky play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da momma put out the word to rescues and stuff and a BREEDER called her about Whiskey Girl.  See Whiskey Girl was supposed to be a famous show dog, but she had some traumas in her life and they left her a wild child.  Da momma called her 'near feral'.  Don't know what that means but whatever, them hoomans have lots of names for things.  The breeder asked da momma if she would take Whiskey Girl because there was no where else for her.  No one would buy her and they didn't want to send her to the bridge.  So Da momma brought her to meet me and it was love at first sight.  I loved Whiskey Girl and she loved Doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey Girl has come along way since she first camed here.  At first she wouldn't come into the house and we had to herd her.  I ain't no herding dog, so that was hard for me.  Now Whiskey Girl has learned that Da hoomans love her too and wouldn't hurt her, so she comes in and everything.  She's still scared sometimes, but I run to her when she gets scared and woo to her and make her all better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey Girl loves COOKIES about as much as I do and that's the one thing I don't like about her.  She's a cookie hound.  Cookies are for Doodles and Doodles will share, but it doesn't mean he has to like sharing.  Da momma makes sure I get the biggest and the bestest cookies, cuz I'm her favorite -- at least I better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story of my Whiskey Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115387995038340441?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115387995038340441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115387995038340441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115387995038340441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115387995038340441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/whiskey-girl.html' title='Whiskey Girl'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115379796946543637</id><published>2006-07-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:28:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Things Straight</title><content type='html'>Dusty Doodles here setting the record straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles has had some questions and I thought I should answer them.  First I want to thank all of you for leaving wonderful comments about my new blog.  I just love dem comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real name is Karamad's One Dusty Guy.  Da hoomans named me.  See I am grey and white and they thought I looked dusty.  They didn't know that right before I met them I gots a bath, so I wasn't even dusty.  But that's my real name.  They call me Dusty or Doodles or Dusty Doodles.  I like Dusty Doodles cuz it just fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Mae is really my niece.  But huskies don't have nieces, we have cousins.  Sadie Mae's momma is  my Da momma's daughter.  I call Sadie Mae's momma my Da sister.  Sadie Mae is a lab who wants to be a husky and I think she would make a good husky -- she just needs to get fluffier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeshka is not my girlfriend.  Ok, so Doodles has a crush on her.  Doodles thinks Meeshka is beeeutiful and quite fluffy.  My girl is Whiskey Girl.  I will post about her probably tomorrow.  Whiskey Girl is quite pretty and fluffy.  Whiskey Girl and I live together -- but don't worry there won't be any little husky paws hitting the floor, we are both fixed.  Da momma says all puppies or dogs that come here are broken and have to get fixed cuz there are too many puppies and dogs that don't have homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sponsorship of Meeshka in her blogathon did not put her over $500, although it brought her pretty close -- but I am still interested in seeing the picture of her sitting on her hooman's head.  I would like to take credit for the picture being posted and Meeshka making her goal, but I only helped, I wasn't the 'winning' sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of eBay.  I'm gonna have to check that out -- do they have good toys and treats there??  Since I stole the plastic, I gets to go shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have killed a cat.  Honest, it wasn't my fault. I found him in my yard and I was just playing with him.  Who knew they were so fragile.  I was really upset when he died and the hoomans found out, cuz they took him away for burial and I didn't get to attend the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been trying to post a picture of me and this blog won't cooperate tonight, so you all will have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115379796946543637?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115379796946543637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115379796946543637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115379796946543637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115379796946543637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/setting-things-straight.html' title='Setting Things Straight'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115378108417027148</id><published>2006-07-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:58:00.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>Doodles here, reporting as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still hotter then you know what outside. Even though the weather people promised cooler days, they lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so hot even the cowdogs are not coming around to play. Yep, we have cowdogs as neighbors. Da hoomans call them cattle, but I know they are cowdogs. The come to the fence and invite us to play -- we can't go over there -- it's got zappy wire, but we woo to them and they woo back -- except their woo sounds kinda funny, more like a moooooo. I haven't seen them since it got so hot. Da hooman Momma says that they are probably staying at the pond, where it's cooler. Maybe so, but I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, lets see, hmmmm....the bluelady came today. She's nice and gives us cookies. Doodles loves cookies!! She says she reads the meter, but I don't know what that is. She parks at the gate, walks in the walkway gate and goes to the back of the house. Then when she comes out she gives us COOKIES. I woo her all the way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, maybe more later about WHISKEY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115378108417027148?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115378108417027148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115378108417027148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115378108417027148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115378108417027148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115370768905569702</id><published>2006-07-23T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:45:37.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/IM000010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/IM000010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sadie Mae.  Sadie is a lab, she's not a husky.  Sadie is my cousin.  She owns my hooman sister, Becca.  Sadie used to live close to us, but then Da Sister got a job in the desert, so they moved far, far away -- all the way to SoCal, in the desert.  Da Sister has to teach them little kids at a school.  And Sadie doesn't like staying home by herselfs, so she escapes sometimes.  Da sister thinks she has it fixed so the Sadie doesn't escape any more....but I don't know.  Last time Sadie escaped she went to ARIZONA.  That's a long way from her home in the desert.  A lady found her and took her to the doctor to get her neck scanned and they found Sadie had a microchip and Sadie gots to go home to her mom.  I gots a microchip too. But I'm not real keen on escaping.  When I get out of my pen, I just run to the back pen so I can come into the house.  Da hoomans have a perimeter fence and it has zappy wire on it to keep us in.  I don't like zappy wires so I don't go near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the way Sadie escapes and some of her other escapades makes me think she's part husky.  She's not.  She's just a lab trying to be a husky.  I think she learned it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Sadie's blog when you have time, I had Da sister list it in the sidebar so you could find it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't forget to sponser my favorite girl, MEESHKA, in her upcoming blogathon.  Meeshka is raising money for the homeless huskies that Harnessed To Hope are trying to help.  Just click on Meeshka's fluffiness and it will take you right to her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115370768905569702?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115370768905569702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115370768905569702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115370768905569702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115370768905569702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/sadie-mae.html' title='Sadie Mae'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115370117032638813</id><published>2006-07-23T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:32:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Da Bird Da Bird!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Exhausted%20Dusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Exhausted%20Dusty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Dusty Doodles reporting here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had an interesting adventure!  I went outside to the backyard and there was a big ole bird in the yard.  Not your regular song bird, but a big white bird.  Da hooman momma called it a pidgeon or sumthin like that.  I spied it and started stalking it....ever so slowly....crawling along....almost on my belly....and then I pounced!  I almost gots it!!  Almost!!!  I then tried to snag it outta da air, but it ran into the porch and da hooman momma thought that it was gonna fly into the house, so she closed the door really quick like.  Dat pidgeon flew away, but I think he landed somewheres close by.  So I'm gonna check it out later...first I need a nap.  Way too much excitement for one hot afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115370117032638813?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115370117032638813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115370117032638813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115370117032638813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115370117032638813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-da-bird-da-bird.html' title='It&apos;s Da Bird Da Bird!!!'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115369610995473617</id><published>2006-07-23T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:20:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huskies and Da Heat</title><content type='html'>It's me, Doodles reporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wants to talk to you about something important. Many hoomans think you can't have huskies in the heat and that we haveta live in like Alaska or sumthing. Well Alaska is nice, so I hear, but I'm hear to tell you that huskies can live any&lt;br /&gt;where that hoomans can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty%27s%20Ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat we need WATER and OTTER POPS and SHADE and of course air conditioning would be nice too, but it's not necessary. See our fluffiness insulates us against the cold as well as the heat. So DON'T EVER SHAVE A HUSKY. By shaving us you are taking away our natural insulation and we will actually be much hotter, not to mention we will probably sun burn and get skin cancer. YES, dogs can get skin cancer and it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in a climate that gets hot, it doesn't mean that you can't own us. It just means that you have to pay attention to us more. Give us lots of cool water to drink. Swimming pools are great to cool are pads (which is where are only sweat glands are) and da hooman momma says they are pretty cheap at Wally's. It's nice if you can provide us with a fan, or better yet, air conditioning, but if you have to keep us outside, make sure we have lots of shade to lie in and misters are a good thing. Most of the home stores sell them, so the hooman says, and they are pretty cheap. They do help keep it cool for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see we are over heating, get us to a cool place and run cool water over us. DO NOT just dunk us in cool water, but run cool water over us. There something about evaporation or something. Take our temperatures and if it's hotter then 106 or so, better call our doctors, she will give you more instructions on what to do for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, we can be kept in places like Florida or even in the Desert of California. My cousin, Sadie Mae lives in the desert and she knows a couple of huskies that her momma (my hooman sister) works with. They do fine there and it's mainly hotter then here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodles Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115369610995473617?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115369610995473617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115369610995473617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369610995473617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369610995473617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/huskies-and-da-heat.html' title='Huskies and Da Heat'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115369464839981895</id><published>2006-07-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:57:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Doodles Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/IM000033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/200/IM000033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm reporting from the house today.  It's too hot for man or beast to be outside.  We are having a heat advisory here in NorCal.  Yesterday it got up to 114 and I don't think it's any better today.  It's not even cooling off at night.  This makes Doodles sad.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, welcome to my new blog!!  My hooman sister had to help set it up cuz Doodles don't know that codie stuff like she does.  I hope it looks pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hooman sister doesn't live with us any more.  She lives with Sadie Mae, the lab and they live in the desert.  Sadie Mae tells me it's much hotter there than here.  I don't know about that -- it's pretty hot here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hooman da momma and da daddy live with me, along with WhiskeyGirl, my own personal Husky playmate!  There are also 3 other dogs here, but the girl in that pack, Shonee, doesn't like me and we fight to kill each other, so I have to live in my own pen with WhiskeyGirl.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da momma and Da daddy rotate us in the house, so we gets to come in and relax -- sometimes it's okay and sometimes I'd rather be outside where the important stuff goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so more later -- Doodles is gonna try to publish this thing and make sure it works.  If it does then I'll be back to talk about the heat and da huskies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doodles Out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31553198-115369464839981895?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115369464839981895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115369464839981895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369464839981895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369464839981895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-me-doodles-here.html' title='It&apos;s Me Doodles Here...'/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31553198.post-115369208326709738</id><published>2006-07-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:11:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/320/Dusty1.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/31553198-115369208326709738?l=dustydoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115369208326709738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31553198&amp;postID=115369208326709738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369208326709738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31553198/posts/default/115369208326709738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DustyDoodles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862879368678315218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/307/3423/1600/Dusty1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
