<?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-1662310909830479264</id><updated>2011-11-08T19:25:49.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MayaMarie-The Husky in the Window and her Sisters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4841361713651364415</id><published>2011-10-02T14:20:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:26:04.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are  Back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Woo pups, we have been some busy pups. I was taking a break, looking out the back window and woo, something has to be done. Mom has to get her hands fixed. What about our cookies? What about our home cookied meals. I've gotta do somethng about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg74f_8w5xA/TojDb_cv5AI/AAAAAAAABbQ/3SKAZl2ooeM/s1600/pups%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658987817446925314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg74f_8w5xA/TojDb_cv5AI/AAAAAAAABbQ/3SKAZl2ooeM/s320/pups%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Out of my way Bella, I'm gonna take care of this. Mom needs this done now, as there are a lot of pups that need out cookies and I'm taking charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh dear, I better go find Missy! When MayaMarie takes charge, we know we better get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQm23SMtROw/TojDLea0VgI/AAAAAAAABbI/UJFuvRlcSdc/s1600/pups%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658987533702551042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XQm23SMtROw/TojDLea0VgI/AAAAAAAABbI/UJFuvRlcSdc/s320/pups%2B107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Woo see this Carp, there was one in each of the tunnels of mom's hands. And they just had to come out. I got my trusty heart cutter, and released the bad carps from mom's tunnel in her hands and sewed it up with my fluffy blue thread. Woo, that was work, but it had to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sD_VV0cTUg/TojDDayr6TI/AAAAAAAABbA/bJieCuSxjN8/s1600/cst.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658987395289966898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sD_VV0cTUg/TojDDayr6TI/AAAAAAAABbA/bJieCuSxjN8/s320/cst.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think I did a pretty good job. After three months, mom is now ready to bake cookies! Woo hoo. Making that first batch was hard, but she did it. So all you pups that are waiting for cookies, they are gonna get made !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziwtOezHgb8/TojCvdFpJgI/AAAAAAAABa4/mfOqtkoBzJo/s1600/pups%2B162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658987052308964866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziwtOezHgb8/TojCvdFpJgI/AAAAAAAABa4/mfOqtkoBzJo/s320/pups%2B162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look at these yummi cookies. We got Three Cheese Happy Hearts! Lots of squirrels and hearts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrnhDtfYMSQ/TojCkHAWA7I/AAAAAAAABaw/_-G9kwPRmE0/s1600/pups%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658986857402598322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrnhDtfYMSQ/TojCkHAWA7I/AAAAAAAABaw/_-G9kwPRmE0/s320/pups%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had to rest after all the tastin! We are gald to be back and have some good pictures to share that dad has been taking for mom. Wait till woos see what he cookied on the grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky hugs to all our friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4841361713651364415?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4841361713651364415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4841361713651364415&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4841361713651364415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4841361713651364415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-back.html' title='We Are  Back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jg74f_8w5xA/TojDb_cv5AI/AAAAAAAABbQ/3SKAZl2ooeM/s72-c/pups%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1122576240487430016</id><published>2010-02-12T10:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:31:01.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New In The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!  We've been busy here.   Of course, we had to be on the other side of the gate for a while while there was something going on over there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WALJWtaLI/AAAAAAAABaE/sBNRpaHoV5U/s1600-h/pups+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437393054097828018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WALJWtaLI/AAAAAAAABaE/sBNRpaHoV5U/s320/pups+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, as it should be, I got to be on it.   This was mom's Christmas present.  A window seat.  Dad had it built for her and it is so cool.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WAHOJWYWI/AAAAAAAABZ8/jDTF86-nf0U/s1600-h/pups+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392986664493410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WAHOJWYWI/AAAAAAAABZ8/jDTF86-nf0U/s320/pups+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It has become one of my favorite places to be.   I suppose I'll have to let Bella get up here too, eventually.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WAAyV6HhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/HRZ4G5lT168/s1600-h/pups+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392876121759250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WAAyV6HhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/HRZ4G5lT168/s320/pups+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, wait a minute, what's all this?   Seems mom is making curtains, which is okay, but now she's putting covers on foam.   This could be a good thing?  Right?   Hmmm... I'll have to get up here to try this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3V_2lYvTyI/AAAAAAAABZs/s5q74FH-Wss/s1600-h/pups+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392700845281058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3V_2lYvTyI/AAAAAAAABZs/s5q74FH-Wss/s320/pups+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, while mom is sewing cushion covers, I'll have to nap on this nice stack of doggie blankets.  This is so comfy.    I hope she finishes soon.  I can't wait to try them out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3V_wh5-tZI/AAAAAAAABZk/h-nehWX54Rg/s1600-h/pups+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437392596831745426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3V_wh5-tZI/AAAAAAAABZk/h-nehWX54Rg/s320/pups+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woos are keeping warm and helping out like we do.   She's almost finished the cushion covers and has one more curtain to make and then we can show woos the finished prjoject.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1122576240487430016?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1122576240487430016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1122576240487430016&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1122576240487430016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1122576240487430016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-new-in-room.html' title='Something New In The Room'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/S3WALJWtaLI/AAAAAAAABaE/sBNRpaHoV5U/s72-c/pups+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5911674975912799272</id><published>2009-12-28T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:32:15.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Huffle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!   We want to wish our special friend, Huffle in Australia a Very Furry Happy Birthday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzjcLllhT1I/AAAAAAAABZc/QiLcht3fd6Q/s1600-h/pups+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420324243166547794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzjcLllhT1I/AAAAAAAABZc/QiLcht3fd6Q/s320/pups+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom fixed us a piece of bacon (Huffle's fav is ham) and a Huffle cookie and we had mom's stuffie sit in as Huffle.  We wooed our wishes and enjoyed our bacon in Huffle's honor. Huffle is nine!   Be sure to visit and wish Huffle a Happy Day &lt;a href="http://hufflemawson.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hufflemawson.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzjcHe1YSdI/AAAAAAAABZU/IXgF6PjyBa8/s1600-h/pups+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420324172634540498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzjcHe1YSdI/AAAAAAAABZU/IXgF6PjyBa8/s320/pups+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then we got to give her husky kissess.   We wish woo lots of kisses too Huffle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie, Missy and Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5911674975912799272?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5911674975912799272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5911674975912799272&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5911674975912799272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5911674975912799272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-huffle.html' title='Happy Birthday Huffle!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzjcLllhT1I/AAAAAAAABZc/QiLcht3fd6Q/s72-c/pups+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6390122252251883056</id><published>2009-12-25T09:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:09:53.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Merry Christmas to All Our Furry Friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woo are having a Merry Day and that woo give and get a lot of kisses, hugs and treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzTUoop-lyI/AAAAAAAABZM/gJ5e1SF2MDU/s1600-h/pups+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190046206891810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzTUoop-lyI/AAAAAAAABZM/gJ5e1SF2MDU/s320/pups+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We told mom she had include a picture of our tree. We've been having fun checking out all the pretty things on it and we so enjoy at night when it's lit up. Maybe we can convince her to keep up up longer this time. There's some fun pictures of us that we will get her to post of us checking things out and just being "us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzTUgtcq_bI/AAAAAAAABZE/vQSZJZF-QqA/s1600-h/pups+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419189910054305202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzTUgtcq_bI/AAAAAAAABZE/vQSZJZF-QqA/s320/pups+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We wish all of Woos A Merry Christmas and to know that we are all blessed and should be thankful every furry day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie, Missy, Bella, and mom and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6390122252251883056?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6390122252251883056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6390122252251883056&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6390122252251883056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6390122252251883056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SzTUoop-lyI/AAAAAAAABZM/gJ5e1SF2MDU/s72-c/pups+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-75971994126246218</id><published>2009-11-27T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:12:39.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Huffle Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Remember I told woo that I was waiting for some "special" cookies to come out of the oven...... Wooo..... They are here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SxBB83SyJtI/AAAAAAAABY0/P_y9wMgjujM/s1600/pups+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408895666362656466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SxBB83SyJtI/AAAAAAAABY0/P_y9wMgjujM/s320/pups+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do woo see this cutie kitty. It's Huffle! Afer a lot of searching and finally getting just the right cookie cutters........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGRAUI_cSI/AAAAAAAABX8/Jiuqw6UdJ0g/s1600/hufflesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404760462413754658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGRAUI_cSI/AAAAAAAABX8/Jiuqw6UdJ0g/s320/hufflesmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;we have something new to share. We have named a set of cookies after our Honorary Husky Cat, Huffle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGQ4IT_JfI/AAAAAAAABX0/EMlcimcBgAY/s1600/hufflemed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404760321799693810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGQ4IT_JfI/AAAAAAAABX0/EMlcimcBgAY/s320/hufflemed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These are all of Huffle's poses that we found just the right cookie cutters to match! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGNnWc8F1I/AAAAAAAABXo/BXVbKTsnJZQ/s1600/hufflelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404756735002679122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGNnWc8F1I/AAAAAAAABXo/BXVbKTsnJZQ/s320/hufflelarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are gonna call them the "Huffle Dog Cookie Pack! Here is the pan of Huffle Dog Cookies that mom made for us to try. Of course, since Huffle is an Honorary Husky, there's some Husky cut outs too! Mom is gonna be adding these to the website, and woo can get them in your favorite flavor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGMHOzCXtI/AAAAAAAABXg/6oq2FNM_68Q/s1600/huffdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404755083680440018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwGMHOzCXtI/AAAAAAAABXg/6oq2FNM_68Q/s320/huffdone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We think that Huffle is the smartest and bestest kitty friend we know, and she deserved a set of cookies named after her. Now we just have to work on getting some of these cookies to Huffle........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope woos had a Happy Thanksgiving, and be sure to give and get lots of hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie, Missy and Bella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-75971994126246218?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/75971994126246218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=75971994126246218&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/75971994126246218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/75971994126246218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/11/weve-been-huffle-busy.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Huffle Busy'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SxBB83SyJtI/AAAAAAAABY0/P_y9wMgjujM/s72-c/pups+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5829034610101093540</id><published>2009-11-23T13:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:46:59.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Woo, have we been busy. I'm looking in the oven because there are some special cookies that are gonna be coming out and I can't wait. Be sure to check back in a few days for that update. Woo are gonna love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwriMaUj4LI/AAAAAAAABYs/ToFfQcKAmuE/s1600/pups+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407383005463568562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwriMaUj4LI/AAAAAAAABYs/ToFfQcKAmuE/s320/pups+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, Dad had to get a part of the driveway fixed and we needed sand pumped under the house. Woo about a mess! Here is the front with all the hoses and dirt. These guys were nice, but messy, messsy, messy. There's hoses, dirt, dump trucks came and lots of loud noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwriHI71v8I/AAAAAAAABYk/bVewExfb7ZI/s1600/pups+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382914897133506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwriHI71v8I/AAAAAAAABYk/bVewExfb7ZI/s320/pups+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's out back yard. They pulled up bricks to put it under the back too, and Mom had to "snoopervise" to quote our friend Huffle. Of course, Mom had to put them them back, and the clean up....woooooo..... it looked that that goofer from that move Caddyshack had a party and dug up all over. We would have gladly helped, but Mom would not let us out in the muck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Swrh_pnICzI/AAAAAAAABYc/czmEFSWG3mY/s1600/pups+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382786229668658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Swrh_pnICzI/AAAAAAAABYc/czmEFSWG3mY/s320/pups+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then there is this "shortage of pumpkin". Well, Mom was not gonna stand for that. Bella was doing inventory check of the cans Mom got at the grocery and sent her to get more, as this is an important cookie ingredient and we will not let our doggie friends be without their pumpkin cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwrhewaBAhI/AAAAAAAABYU/kPCrK8MJpZ8/s1600/pups+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382221118046738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwrhewaBAhI/AAAAAAAABYU/kPCrK8MJpZ8/s320/pups+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, between the dirt, messy yard, fireplace rennoavtion (we'll show woo that soon), and trying new cookies, we needed a nap. We work way too hard here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwrhSsOSf-I/AAAAAAAABYM/oi4XmMBWwTU/s1600/pups+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407382013836689378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwrhSsOSf-I/AAAAAAAABYM/oi4XmMBWwTU/s320/pups+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woos are having a good Thanksgiving week, and Husky Hugs to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5829034610101093540?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5829034610101093540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5829034610101093540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5829034610101093540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5829034610101093540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SwriMaUj4LI/AAAAAAAABYs/ToFfQcKAmuE/s72-c/pups+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-734854191088500534</id><published>2009-10-08T08:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:56:18.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!    Can woos believe it?   We all had birthdays!    And Mom had no choice..... she had to make us our birthday cookies!   Here's our cookies, and each one has our name on it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3ps_U6MHI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Iye9vJb7sqc/s1600-h/pups+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221288155000946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3ps_U6MHI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Iye9vJb7sqc/s320/pups+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bella is two (her b/d was the 6th) and I am three today(the 8th).   We each got our own special cookie. We didn't eat the whole thing, as we want some for later this afternoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pXQBRv8I/AAAAAAAABXI/wxg9k5MQP2A/s1600-h/bdcookieb%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390220914678939586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pXQBRv8I/AAAAAAAABXI/wxg9k5MQP2A/s320/bdcookieb%26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Missy is 10 (last month on the 28th).   This is the only good picture as she took her cookie and ate the whole thing!  Me and Bella were amazed, for a senior, she was really fast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pT9HrzDI/AAAAAAAABXA/KXsB3oU-zPw/s1600-h/bdcookiesall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390220858065931314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pT9HrzDI/AAAAAAAABXA/KXsB3oU-zPw/s320/bdcookiesall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here I am again with my special cookie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pO6IP2XI/AAAAAAAABW4/DoZPG9gllgw/s1600-h/bdmayamariecookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390220771363641714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3pO6IP2XI/AAAAAAAABW4/DoZPG9gllgw/s320/bdmayamariecookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We hope everyone is having fun and being good for their humans.   If any of woo can, send us some cool weather.   It's been too hot to play outside, but we don't mind being in the husky air as long as mom is baking something.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don't woo think our birthday cookies are great!   We told mom that she should start a Happy Hearts Birthday/Gotcha/Anniversay Club so that all our customers can get a cookie too on their special day.   Don't woos think that would be fun, to recieve a cookie for your special day and some extras for sharing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I'm going in the kitchen, I heard her asking Bella what should we have for breakfast? Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-734854191088500534?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/734854191088500534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=734854191088500534&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/734854191088500534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/734854191088500534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-us.html' title='Happy Birthday To Us!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ss3ps_U6MHI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Iye9vJb7sqc/s72-c/pups+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2044046495151594654</id><published>2009-09-02T08:08:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:30:56.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Furry Huzzys !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Hope all of woo are being good and keeping cool. We finally get to participate in the Hussy Wednesday!! After all, we are some beawootiful hussies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;First of all, I must share with all of woo, this is where we position ourselves when she's baking cookies. It's exactly in the way so she has to step over us and we are by the oven so we know when the cookies are supposed to come out. There's always that chance that she just might drop a warm yummi cookie on us. Now, for out glamor shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5vkat11sI/AAAAAAAABWw/y_mnzH1aVu0/s1600-h/pups+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376857676564518594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5vkat11sI/AAAAAAAABWw/y_mnzH1aVu0/s320/pups+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella is the most creative, I think....we have yet to figure out the paw in the air thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5vfLIK7vI/AAAAAAAABWo/dekwAriC90s/s1600-h/pups+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376857586480639730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5vfLIK7vI/AAAAAAAABWo/dekwAriC90s/s320/pups+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course Missy has to be on the sofa. Something about it being more comfortable. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5uz1nyWOI/AAAAAAAABWg/PnSmM7ZtcjA/s1600-h/pups+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376856841973291234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5uz1nyWOI/AAAAAAAABWg/PnSmM7ZtcjA/s320/pups+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And me, the cutest of them all......I do not stay this way very long, especially when she gets the camera, so she should be very appreciative to me that I let her get this photo to share with all of woo. I was very quick to get up and woo woo at her for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5unqqRsjI/AAAAAAAABWQ/XSdxU96XnyA/s1600-h/pups+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376856632872514098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5unqqRsjI/AAAAAAAABWQ/XSdxU96XnyA/s320/pups+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woo are keeping cool and being extra furry good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We want to thank out little buddy Woodrow (&lt;a href="http://http//nybullybrats.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://http//nybullybrats.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) in NY for the Awsome Pawsome Award. That is so furry nice of woo. We want everyone to send good furry sibe vibes to our little friend and his mommey. (please excuse the linkie thing showing they way it does, the cookie baker still has not figure out how to do the linkie think correct...some day... oh well, at least she did it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The cookie baker has to get busy this morning. We're making furry good cookies all day and I see bananas out, so I know what's the first batch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2044046495151594654?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2044046495151594654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2044046495151594654&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2044046495151594654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2044046495151594654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-furry-huzzys.html' title='We Are Furry Huzzys !!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sp5vkat11sI/AAAAAAAABWw/y_mnzH1aVu0/s72-c/pups+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3949631462313237537</id><published>2009-08-23T14:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:16:24.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about tails?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HaWoo My Furry Friends!   Hope all of woo are keeping cool, inside, in the husky air.   We've been busy helping mom with cookie orders and testing some new flavors.  Hope all the taste testers are ready!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to tell woo all about tails....  Woo see, I like to use Bella's fluffy tail as a pillow when I am sleeping on the cool tile floor.  It's very comfy and Bella does not mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGghEJsiNI/AAAAAAAABWI/uRhlOafzhr4/s1600-h/pups+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373252320340248786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGghEJsiNI/AAAAAAAABWI/uRhlOafzhr4/s320/pups+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Dad said that our fluffy tails may be pretty, but he wanted ... do woo see this?  Aligator tail on the grill.   Mom says this is what happens when she sends him to the grocery unsupervised.    This is our stuffie aligator and Dad wanted us to see that it could be tastey on the grill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgY_y2v9I/AAAAAAAABWA/BiLe1pyMdcI/s1600-h/pups+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373252181731753938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgY_y2v9I/AAAAAAAABWA/BiLe1pyMdcI/s320/pups+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and Bella checked it out, and guess who had to prepare it for the grill.....Mom of course.  It's cut up, frozen piceces of aligator tail....so Mom made gator kabobs.  Kinda strange if woo ask us.   Dad liked it, Mom said is was "okay" and we were just not sure about it.   Missy of coruse ate her piece, Bella spit her's out, and I dropped mine on the carpet and rolled on.    Dinner can some times be quite interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgUbzR-RI/AAAAAAAABV4/PZVBSHt6Rrk/s1600-h/pups+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373252103350384914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgUbzR-RI/AAAAAAAABV4/PZVBSHt6Rrk/s320/pups+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Me and Bella decided we would rather share out tails on the cool tile floor than eat aligator tail.   Mom made sure we got our after dinner treat of a Wheat Free Three Cheese Squirrel with a piece of cheddar cheese on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgDu-38YI/AAAAAAAABVw/t4mvVvGIKQM/s1600-h/pups+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373251816441508226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGgDu-38YI/AAAAAAAABVw/t4mvVvGIKQM/s320/pups+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hope all of woo are well and all that need good vibes are getting them and feeling better.   We will try to get mom to do better with our bloggy.  She's got some really great pictures to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3949631462313237537?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3949631462313237537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3949631462313237537&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3949631462313237537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3949631462313237537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-it-about-tails.html' title='What is it about tails?'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SpGghEJsiNI/AAAAAAAABWI/uRhlOafzhr4/s72-c/pups+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4683068153322208593</id><published>2009-07-04T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:34:40.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th To All</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hawooooo our furry friends!   We hope all of woo are having a great Fourth of July!  Our U. S. of A. is a furry special country and we should be proud of all the people, pups and kitties that make it a great place to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_whlKmrtI/AAAAAAAABUs/PcnX1Nwmjc0/s1600-h/pups+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354762941669748434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_whlKmrtI/AAAAAAAABUs/PcnX1Nwmjc0/s320/pups+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We were inside most all of the day.  It is so hot for us fluffies.  We so love our husky air.  The husky air machine works very hard to keep us cool.   While we were inside enjoying the husky air, Dad was outside doing what most guys do out in the hot.  Fixing yummi stuff for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wZT_IJkI/AAAAAAAABUk/N2ue1bvAsJQ/s1600-h/pups+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354762799619253826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wZT_IJkI/AAAAAAAABUk/N2ue1bvAsJQ/s320/pups+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do woo see all of this?  We got a taste of the lamb, but those shrimps sure looked good.  Mom even did veggie ka-bobs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wTaz9-RI/AAAAAAAABUc/T5NnCt5N2wY/s1600-h/pups+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354762698372282642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wTaz9-RI/AAAAAAAABUc/T5NnCt5N2wY/s320/pups+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's the table,  all pretty.  Dad had his red wine and mom had her blue fizzy wine.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wLSc3bYI/AAAAAAAABUU/5li92JSh4qE/s1600-h/pups+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354762558688947586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_wLSc3bYI/AAAAAAAABUU/5li92JSh4qE/s320/pups+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And this was for dessert!   It's a most yummi dessert. Yes, that is our piece of watermelon.  Mom let us have a bite each and then she cut it in little pieces and put "our watermelon" in "our special containter."   Ha woo woo woo, it's all ours!   There was more, mom put some for her and dad and then she put some in the Happy Hearts refirgerator.   Do woo want to know why?   She is making a new summertime cookie....... Watermelon Dog Cookies.... Can woo believe it!   She made us some the other day and they are so yummmi and they turned pink.   Dad kept eating them and we kept wooing at him to stop because they were for us.  She's gonna be sending them with orders for taste testing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woo had a good day and kept cool.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All.  MayaMarie, Missy and Bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4683068153322208593?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4683068153322208593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4683068153322208593&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4683068153322208593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4683068153322208593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-to-all.html' title='Happy 4th To All'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sk_whlKmrtI/AAAAAAAABUs/PcnX1Nwmjc0/s72-c/pups+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7539248753265118577</id><published>2009-06-19T15:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:53:16.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hawoo my furry friends.   We have been furry busy around here.   See how tired I am.  Even us pups have been helping out.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv2z83YjdI/AAAAAAAABUM/j6vQ_TtS-EE/s1600-h/pups+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140354804780498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv2z83YjdI/AAAAAAAABUM/j6vQ_TtS-EE/s320/pups+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mom had to do all that paperwork renewal stuff for our Happy Hearts Cookies.  She had papers and files all over.  Woo would not believe what is required for such a small dog cookie business.   We were assigned the duty of keeping the labels in order and putting our "paw of approval" on it before it all went out.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv1zdTQn_I/AAAAAAAABUE/SL7qgt1q9qU/s1600-h/paperworkforcookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139246820138994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv1zdTQn_I/AAAAAAAABUE/SL7qgt1q9qU/s320/paperworkforcookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then she had to get all these ready for shipping.  There are gonna be some very happy and surprised pups.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv1iYvQfFI/AAAAAAAABT8/8E5op-mpdE0/s1600-h/pups+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349138953537616978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv1iYvQfFI/AAAAAAAABT8/8E5op-mpdE0/s320/pups+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then we heard noise out front and had to go look out the front door.   Why she has a gate in front of the door, we do not know, but we still managed to see what was going on.   Dad was unloading this really big "thing" and rolling it down the driveway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv0Kpkcr_I/AAAAAAAABT0/Nr8IlpFMoSs/s1600-h/lookingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349137446227193842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv0Kpkcr_I/AAAAAAAABT0/Nr8IlpFMoSs/s320/lookingout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We got to go and check it in the garage.   Dad had to put it all together and get it operating, but we now have our back-up generator for hurricane season.  As long as there's no really bad, bad, storm coming, we will be able to stay and have back-up power for the husky air and for all the cookie supplies.   (Evacuating is not that easy, as not many places welcome us pups)   After two days of going back and forth to that orange store, and mom being the assistant, they did a "test run" and it works!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SjvyUgR5O4I/AAAAAAAABTc/iRPeYniIdAo/s1600-h/pups+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135416508889986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SjvyUgR5O4I/AAAAAAAABTc/iRPeYniIdAo/s320/pups+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We were really tired after all the "test run."   Us pups didn't run anywhere, we were inside making sure the husky air and Happy Hearts refrigerator were working proeprly.   After being so good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; mom let us look out the front door again.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SjvyJgFC_GI/AAAAAAAABTU/RLqkEx8ZpQA/s1600-h/pups+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349135227476442210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SjvyJgFC_GI/AAAAAAAABTU/RLqkEx8ZpQA/s320/pups+125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We hope all woo pups have been fine and we have lots more pictures to post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7539248753265118577?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7539248753265118577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7539248753265118577&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7539248753265118577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7539248753265118577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-at-this.html' title='Look at This!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Sjv2z83YjdI/AAAAAAAABUM/j6vQ_TtS-EE/s72-c/pups+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2313233125310583840</id><published>2009-04-27T14:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:19:57.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here and Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends.   We are still here!  We've been busy helping mom with cookies and cleaning house.  We're gonna have visitors this weekend (dad's family) and me and Bella decided it was time to "blow our coats."   We timed it perfect!   And besides, it's our house!  Here's me and Bella looking our cutest after mom vacueemed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYDQ4QYApI/AAAAAAAABTM/QnIKnV1v3NU/s1600-h/pups+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450797553418898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYDQ4QYApI/AAAAAAAABTM/QnIKnV1v3NU/s320/pups+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had some Sweet Potato cookies to make, so I must taste the sweet potato before it goes into the mix.   After mom cooks it, she cuts it so that it cools and she always puts a little on the side for me to taste.   I just love it!  I woo woo to the magic cooking box whem it's cooking and I watch it cool on the counter.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYDEl3KamI/AAAAAAAABTE/ASKoZwUpHEs/s1600-h/pups+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450586457401954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYDEl3KamI/AAAAAAAABTE/ASKoZwUpHEs/s320/pups+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's an out-take from the pictures mom took to add on the cookie website.  She was trying to convince us to look at here while she holds the plate of cookies.   Ha.woo woo woo.  Did she really think that was gonna happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYC19OGTuI/AAAAAAAABS8/bul5fqv-J8s/s1600-h/pups+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450335029579490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYC19OGTuI/AAAAAAAABS8/bul5fqv-J8s/s320/pups+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I'm tired after all the cleaning and cookie baking.  I need a rest in my sunbeam.  What a great place to have a sunbeam.  In the kitchen...on the ceramic floor...right by the magic cold box...with the husky air on.   What more could a husky want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYCjY-S3LI/AAAAAAAABSs/7TlPpgiu3NU/s1600-h/pups+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450016061971634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYCjY-S3LI/AAAAAAAABSs/7TlPpgiu3NU/s320/pups+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All of you pups be good, and we have been checking your bloggies and will be visiting again.  We promise!  I'm gonna make her get back to blogging.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2313233125310583840?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2313233125310583840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2313233125310583840&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2313233125310583840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2313233125310583840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-here-and-fun-stuff.html' title='We&apos;re Here and Fun Stuff'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SfYDQ4QYApI/AAAAAAAABTM/QnIKnV1v3NU/s72-c/pups+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-678226064073009514</id><published>2009-03-02T10:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:13:33.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and Pizza Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!!!  Hope you'all are enjoying the weather.   Some of you got that wonderful stuff called "snow."   We hope you had fun!   We got cool weather again, but no snow.  Lots of sunshine!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom made some flower baskets for the table.   We liked helping.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawSLM4rDnI/AAAAAAAABSk/zCZtF3pXABA/s1600-h/pups+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308638044409761394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawSLM4rDnI/AAAAAAAABSk/zCZtF3pXABA/s320/pups+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think these should go in our room, not the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawSGhUg0kI/AAAAAAAABSc/hBDDSo9xUns/s1600-h/pups+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308637963995894338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawSGhUg0kI/AAAAAAAABSc/hBDDSo9xUns/s320/pups+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's Bella being a statue.   Really she was waiting for mom to put cookies in those containers so she wanted to be in the good spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawP6dewqpI/AAAAAAAABSU/vqOy-PopzaA/s1600-h/pups+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308635557783448210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawP6dewqpI/AAAAAAAABSU/vqOy-PopzaA/s320/pups+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Since mom and dad had pizza again, she made us a whole pan of pizza bones.   Just for us.  They are so crunchy uyummi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawPxNhr9vI/AAAAAAAABSM/bCGKsbvG4_I/s1600-h/pups+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308635398881933042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawPxNhr9vI/AAAAAAAABSM/bCGKsbvG4_I/s320/pups+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of you are having fun and keeping you humans happy.   We have a batch of cookies to make, so we'll be back later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-678226064073009514?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/678226064073009514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=678226064073009514&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/678226064073009514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/678226064073009514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-and-pizza-bones.html' title='Flowers and Pizza Bones'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SawSLM4rDnI/AAAAAAAABSk/zCZtF3pXABA/s72-c/pups+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4304079097281699966</id><published>2009-02-02T10:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:35:23.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbeam, Sofa and Folder Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!   Hope all of you are keeping your humans warm. This is my favorite place in the house.  In the sunbearm.   I will not let anyone else come there, as it's my sunbeam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYce9sCV7ZI/AAAAAAAABRw/U3dQRaWRu_g/s1600-h/kitchen+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237531766517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYce9sCV7ZI/AAAAAAAABRw/U3dQRaWRu_g/s320/kitchen+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As you can see, Bella has a favorite place too.  For some reason the proper place to be on the sofa is not for her, she has to be on the arms of both of the sofas.  And can somepuppy explain about this paw crossing thing?   She even sleeps with her paws crossed.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYce3TpypAI/AAAAAAAABRo/67oP0-njHx0/s1600-h/kitchen+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237422141875202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYce3TpypAI/AAAAAAAABRo/67oP0-njHx0/s320/kitchen+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We were tagged by Turbo to do the 5th Flolder, 5th Picture.   It's the Christmas stockings mom made for Cubby and Missy.    I would like to know where are stockings for MayaMarie and Bella?   Did she make ours?   Nooooooo.   Well, it's not to early to start, and since Turbo knew just what folder and picture to ask about, mom now has to start ours.  Ha roo roo roo.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYceaFdwr4I/AAAAAAAABRg/z2aa7Au-4K0/s1600-h/snow+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236920117112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYceaFdwr4I/AAAAAAAABRg/z2aa7Au-4K0/s320/snow+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone be good and share your fluff throughout the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All.   MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4304079097281699966?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4304079097281699966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4304079097281699966&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4304079097281699966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4304079097281699966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunbeam-sofa-and-folder-tag.html' title='Sunbeam, Sofa and Folder Tag'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SYce9sCV7ZI/AAAAAAAABRw/U3dQRaWRu_g/s72-c/kitchen+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2373386323475351076</id><published>2009-01-16T10:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:34:50.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yummiest Food Comes From Our Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!   Well we finished with the kitchen.  There's another area to put tile, but it's too cold this weekend to cut tiles outside so that has to wait.   Anywoo, after all that work, we had a yummi dinner.    We got to "nibble" what was left on the lamb rack bones.  Mom will not let us have a bone, just for ourselves.  She insists on holding it, very tight I must say, and we get to nibble what is left on it.   It takes a lot of concentration to do this properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC1EBtblBI/AAAAAAAABQs/fncWPmt3umc/s1600-h/kitchen+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291928642943423506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC1EBtblBI/AAAAAAAABQs/fncWPmt3umc/s320/kitchen+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy and Bell just could not wait.   But mom made sure everyone got a taste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC0-hLCGAI/AAAAAAAABQk/Snj4hf7Qffk/s1600-h/kitchen+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291928548309866498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC0-hLCGAI/AAAAAAAABQk/Snj4hf7Qffk/s320/kitchen+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do woo know what this is?   It is dough for bread, buns or, our favorite, pizza!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC059xF3mI/AAAAAAAABQc/0KATrUKc_ck/s1600-h/kitchen+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291928470086344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC059xF3mI/AAAAAAAABQc/0KATrUKc_ck/s320/kitchen+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom made a pizza and it was yummi too!  And look, she made each of us one too! Our very own cheese pizza.   No sauce, she got the cheese to brown just right what a crunchy crust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC00LisB4I/AAAAAAAABQU/Xvy54QyTcao/s1600-h/kitchen+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291928370704811906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC00LisB4I/AAAAAAAABQU/Xvy54QyTcao/s320/kitchen+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After that, we needed naps in the sunroom.  That was a good dinner, wonder what she's gonna fix tonight?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC0bc_pqfI/AAAAAAAABQM/_BBLehVKh2s/s1600-h/kitchen+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291927945892964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC0bc_pqfI/AAAAAAAABQM/_BBLehVKh2s/s320/kitchen+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of woo are keeping warm.  It's even cold here.  We were outside for a while, but I like it inside on the carpet in my sunbeam.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2373386323475351076?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2373386323475351076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2373386323475351076&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2373386323475351076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2373386323475351076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummiest-food-comes-from-our-kitchen.html' title='The Yummiest Food Comes From Our Kitchen'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SXC1EBtblBI/AAAAAAAABQs/fncWPmt3umc/s72-c/kitchen+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1282426215729256226</id><published>2009-01-04T11:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:04:58.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Kitchen Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Well, we are back working in the kitchen again. The backsplash needed to be done along the walls. Since the tile store went out business (mom says they were to expensive anyway) they went to that orange store and found some nice tile for half the cost. Me and Bella were discussing the patterns and what needed to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1OODHc5I/AAAAAAAABQE/Fh_MVUaam4k/s1600-h/kitchen+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495587171103634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1OODHc5I/AAAAAAAABQE/Fh_MVUaam4k/s320/kitchen+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is how it started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1KANDDgI/AAAAAAAABP8/zYpZ7rc2z2M/s1600-h/kitchen+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495514735185410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1KANDDgI/AAAAAAAABP8/zYpZ7rc2z2M/s320/kitchen+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom gets kinda obsessed with the level and making sure the tiles are level.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1GdudetI/AAAAAAAABP0/UI_rgLFqpFI/s1600-h/kitchen+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495453940480722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1GdudetI/AAAAAAAABP0/UI_rgLFqpFI/s320/kitchen+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was at 5:30 in the evening. They finally finised half the kitchen and had to start dinner. I'll post about that next. Wait till you see what we got! Looks nice huh? We'll tell you about the window ledge too in another post.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD09lATFcI/AAAAAAAABPs/VYKw4BSdQJU/s1600-h/kitchen+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495301275522498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD09lATFcI/AAAAAAAABPs/VYKw4BSdQJU/s320/kitchen+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After all that, everyone deserved a drink. They had their choice, Blue River Reisling White Wine from Germany or the Angove's Nine Rivers Rose' from South Australia. Huffle, do you know about this wine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD00YYU26I/AAAAAAAABPk/0OgQRzjpvRY/s1600-h/kitchen+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287495143267818402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD00YYU26I/AAAAAAAABPk/0OgQRzjpvRY/s320/kitchen+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, everyone was tired after that so we all went to bed early. We have to work on the rest of the kitchen tomorrow and they need more of that sticky white stuff at the orange store.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1282426215729256226?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1282426215729256226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1282426215729256226&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1282426215729256226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1282426215729256226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-in-kitchen-again.html' title='Working in the Kitchen Again'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SWD1OODHc5I/AAAAAAAABQE/Fh_MVUaam4k/s72-c/kitchen+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6530302371061403760</id><published>2009-01-01T18:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:15:29.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year and Fun in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Woo Year To All Our Furry Friends!     This is mom's favorite of the Christmas pictures.  As you can see, me and Missy were sitting very good (there was a BlueBerry/Banana Cookie involved).  Bella was being.....well, just being Bella, silly.    We hope it makes you smile too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1ahSZ3oUI/AAAAAAAABPc/105J01BXvLM/s1600-h/snow+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286481065525354818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1ahSZ3oUI/AAAAAAAABPc/105J01BXvLM/s320/snow+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is what we did on New Year's Eve.  This is the attachment to make pasta dough.  After it was flattened like this, mom put it thru another attachment and put filling in it, and guess what we had?????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aXq4CvqI/AAAAAAAABPU/FM8mBZd4NF0/s1600-h/kitchen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286480900295671458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aXq4CvqI/AAAAAAAABPU/FM8mBZd4NF0/s320/kitchen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do you see these things?   They are ravollis.   And she made them doggie friendly of course.  They were filled with turkey and cheese and we could not wait.  Dad was in charge of putting them on the paper towels so they would be ready for the water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aTCdU0pI/AAAAAAAABPM/aHXHMl9Yx6o/s1600-h/kitchen+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286480820726715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aTCdU0pI/AAAAAAAABPM/aHXHMl9Yx6o/s320/kitchen+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The pot was full of ravollis!!!  We could not wait!   We wo'od and woo'ed for our New Year's Eve treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aNF-IBzI/AAAAAAAABPE/7vK77cTtIXo/s1600-h/kitchen+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286480718590379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aNF-IBzI/AAAAAAAABPE/7vK77cTtIXo/s320/kitchen+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, they were good!   As you can see, we needed naps after that.   Mom and dad were gonna work on the kitchen backsplash next, so we will show those pictures next.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aF_NN1mI/AAAAAAAABO8/Z_hfjhMB_1k/s1600-h/snow+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286480596515542626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1aF_NN1mI/AAAAAAAABO8/Z_hfjhMB_1k/s320/snow+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year, and we will get mom to post more this year.  She just has too!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All.   MayaMarie, Missy and Bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6530302371061403760?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6530302371061403760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6530302371061403760&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6530302371061403760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6530302371061403760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-fun-in-kitchen.html' title='Happy New Year and Fun in the Kitchen'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SV1ahSZ3oUI/AAAAAAAABPc/105J01BXvLM/s72-c/snow+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3980349205886349139</id><published>2008-12-25T09:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:42:42.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all our Furry Friends and their Humans!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have a Happy Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SVOo7q_R61I/AAAAAAAABO0/P3NddXvl3oA/s1600-h/christmascard08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283752530941176658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SVOo7q_R61I/AAAAAAAABO0/P3NddXvl3oA/s320/christmascard08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is our Christmas card and mom did mail them out.   We don't have snow today, but that's okay,  we did see some presents under the tree, and we want to  see what Santa left for us.  We were extra good, especially when helping mom.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Husky Hugs and Love to All of You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MayaMarie, Missy and Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3980349205886349139?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3980349205886349139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3980349205886349139&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3980349205886349139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3980349205886349139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas !!!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SVOo7q_R61I/AAAAAAAABO0/P3NddXvl3oA/s72-c/christmascard08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5782651090423156647</id><published>2008-12-11T08:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:46:23.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Down South</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!  You are not gonna believe it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SUEnex4_yFI/AAAAAAAABOk/4w2bP00dWUg/s1600-h/pups+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543647996889170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SUEnex4_yFI/AAAAAAAABOk/4w2bP00dWUg/s320/pups+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's SNOWING here in Metairie, Louisiana. Lots of it. Well for us anyway. Mom got out us really fast and we are having a blast. Here's a video. We'll have more photos today. We're going back out and being real huskies and playing in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e85859b94c5b3e8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De85859b94c5b3e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9571EA088B26EE3EADE5697CB58128838BF5CF3.4004F6023B6472F35DDF7D69122C026DB533594B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De85859b94c5b3e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWp3VeIKVsUWdPvgsMrKc5jBcDCc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De85859b94c5b3e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9571EA088B26EE3EADE5697CB58128838BF5CF3.4004F6023B6472F35DDF7D69122C026DB533594B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De85859b94c5b3e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWp3VeIKVsUWdPvgsMrKc5jBcDCc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have a Happy Day and we hope everyone gets snow too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5782651090423156647?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e85859b94c5b3e8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5782651090423156647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5782651090423156647&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5782651090423156647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5782651090423156647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-down-south.html' title='Snow Down South'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SUEnex4_yFI/AAAAAAAABOk/4w2bP00dWUg/s72-c/pups+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2702982724113451737</id><published>2008-11-28T09:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:34:11.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wootaful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! We hope all of you had a great turkey day yesterday. As you can see, we needed naps after dinner. It was very hard work being in the kitchen making sure mom did things correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANbPwLpiI/AAAAAAAABOc/Hf1RVnNVVt8/s1600-h/all3sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729925387101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANbPwLpiI/AAAAAAAABOc/Hf1RVnNVVt8/s320/all3sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom and dad fixed a turkey, which of course of we got to taste, but mom made us our special turkey meatballs, veggies and rice. Me and Bella could not wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANWxFOpLI/AAAAAAAABOU/oH5xfTM-aAQ/s1600-h/pups+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729848434402482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANWxFOpLI/AAAAAAAABOU/oH5xfTM-aAQ/s320/pups+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you see this thing? It's a bread machine. I did not there was such a thing to make bread. Mom had put it away during the kitchen construction. You should hear the strange noises that come from this machine, but you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANR6e2DoI/AAAAAAAABOM/AXJPxkylE8Q/s1600-h/pups+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729765058416258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANR6e2DoI/AAAAAAAABOM/AXJPxkylE8Q/s320/pups+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These are the best bread rolls ever! They were so good. We requested that she make them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANNJMlC7I/AAAAAAAABOE/mUVgZ130Uhk/s1600-h/pups+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729683108989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANNJMlC7I/AAAAAAAABOE/mUVgZ130Uhk/s320/pups+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And dessert you ask? Well, we got squirrel cookies! They were soooooo yummi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANH6BDSJI/AAAAAAAABN8/5c3sGXjm1s0/s1600-h/eatsquirlcook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729593134762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANH6BDSJI/AAAAAAAABN8/5c3sGXjm1s0/s320/eatsquirlcook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are supposed to help with the Christmas decorations today. We'll be sure to have pictures of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2702982724113451737?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2702982724113451737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2702982724113451737&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2702982724113451737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2702982724113451737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-wootaful-day.html' title='What A Wootaful Day!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/STANbPwLpiI/AAAAAAAABOc/Hf1RVnNVVt8/s72-c/all3sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1518424386378524453</id><published>2008-11-06T09:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:14:44.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Look at what was outside! Mom just had to go out front and get this picture of a rainbow covering our house. It was quite pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMKcl-j98I/AAAAAAAABN0/hFxmgcrn_gA/s1600-h/fun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265563875673372610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMKcl-j98I/AAAAAAAABN0/hFxmgcrn_gA/s320/fun+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is Bella, who will not walk on the wet grass. She was playing hide and seek by the pool with Missy, who was hiding behind mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMJEucBc3I/AAAAAAAABNs/ft8LKQc07Q8/s1600-h/crash+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265562366115935090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMJEucBc3I/AAAAAAAABNs/ft8LKQc07Q8/s320/crash+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is my action shot after I caught the ball. I love to play catch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMIG0oJ_GI/AAAAAAAABNc/36_MRgzmHR8/s1600-h/crash+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265561302625549410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMIG0oJ_GI/AAAAAAAABNc/36_MRgzmHR8/s320/crash+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And here my video. I really do catch. We found a good use for the fence. It was funny to see mom thow the ball and try to get the video at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7609227e18fca7b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7609227e18fca7b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65CDA8ECD32EFDCE5688F72ADAC4D3A5D7DA8BE6.78A9A77266B8A9796D5C2ABC05440A7B3830952E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7609227e18fca7b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9dWdaQxlPu_03f5wJ7LDwWnJyc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7609227e18fca7b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65CDA8ECD32EFDCE5688F72ADAC4D3A5D7DA8BE6.78A9A77266B8A9796D5C2ABC05440A7B3830952E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7609227e18fca7b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De9dWdaQxlPu_03f5wJ7LDwWnJyc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of you are having a good day and we want to thank all our friends for putting the Happy Hearts button on their blogs. Woo woo! Oh, and check out the Dogs With Blogs main site, Opy and Charlie had their dad put a button on their site too! That is so super nice. We just shipped some out to Peanut and Flash. I just know they are gonna like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1518424386378524453?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7609227e18fca7b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1518424386378524453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1518424386378524453&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1518424386378524453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1518424386378524453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/having-fun-outside.html' title='Having Fun Outside'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SRMKcl-j98I/AAAAAAAABN0/hFxmgcrn_gA/s72-c/fun+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1124201420667660517</id><published>2008-10-21T11:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:55:59.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cookie Announcement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!   Our Dog Cookies are here!  Yes, I know, we seem to be talking about dog cookies a lot, but we have to help our mom.   You see, she bakes them, and we do eat them, but now, she can sell them!  She got all the proper analysis things done at that lab place. (sorry there were no real k-9 labs there) and she has her license and all the legal stuff.   So you see that button on the side, you can go to the cookie website!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SP4GcdNVQgI/AAAAAAAABNU/U8Gbg0nd2nI/s1600-h/fun+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259648500761969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SP4GcdNVQgI/AAAAAAAABNU/U8Gbg0nd2nI/s320/fun+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We were waiting for some cookies to come out of the oven.  These were for us, so that made it even better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SP4GWS5iwRI/AAAAAAAABNM/nP8cX-9IEVM/s1600-h/fun+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259648394915397906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SP4GWS5iwRI/AAAAAAAABNM/nP8cX-9IEVM/s320/fun+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is one of the outtakes.  Mom says we pay real good attention to the AO4's  photo instructions.   Bella would not look at the camera, Missy was fussing about not getting a cookie, and I was kinda miffed because there were no cookies in that pan.  The good picture is on the website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67e337c34256bf63" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67e337c34256bf63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60E8F1C47BE14771042B096E4678B774A3034362.27F5D808FAB91A98DB93A801254B099BADDA8F93%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67e337c34256bf63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwYGi4JpQL0bqzORVM58TijQBj4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67e337c34256bf63%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60E8F1C47BE14771042B096E4678B774A3034362.27F5D808FAB91A98DB93A801254B099BADDA8F93%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67e337c34256bf63%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwYGi4JpQL0bqzORVM58TijQBj4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a short video of someone tossing cookies over the counter for us.  We do like not having a table here, but we've been told that one is coming soon, so enjoy the open space while we can.   We have been making sure there is so much fur on it, that it looks white at times and she has to vacuum it every day.   Ha roo roo.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you have a Happy Hearts Day and get to order our mom's dog cookies.  We have to say, they are the best!  Mom had lots of help from our friends moms, woo have to go see it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.  MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1124201420667660517?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67e337c34256bf63&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1124201420667660517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1124201420667660517&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1124201420667660517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1124201420667660517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-cookie-announcement.html' title='Our Cookie Announcement!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SP4GcdNVQgI/AAAAAAAABNU/U8Gbg0nd2nI/s72-c/fun+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2821171789662822343</id><published>2008-10-13T08:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:16:01.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!   Happy Birthday to Me!   Yes, I  had my birthday this weekend.   We have had a wonderful week of cookie cakes and playing outside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNJJCWqTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/gChsDYORbwY/s1600-h/fun+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625609671068914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNJJCWqTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/gChsDYORbwY/s320/fun+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom fixed pup friendly panakes for us for breakfeast.   We have our own special bowls for eating treats on the carpet.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNI7ZHMb7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/a-wsjwu40W0/s1600-h/fun+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625375262044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNI7ZHMb7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/a-wsjwu40W0/s320/fun+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And this is my BlueBerry/Banana Birthday Cookie Cake.  It was so yummi!   And I did share with Missy and Bella.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNI0byE-_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/k1LgR_lnOVQ/s1600-h/fun+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256625255719697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNI0byE-_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/k1LgR_lnOVQ/s320/fun+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope all of you had a good weekend and are keeping out of trouble.  We were enjoying playing outside, but it got warm here again, so we'll stay inside with the husky air on.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, to all.    MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2821171789662822343?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2821171789662822343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2821171789662822343&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2821171789662822343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2821171789662822343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SPNJJCWqTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/gChsDYORbwY/s72-c/fun+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2184645391677287910</id><published>2008-10-06T12:25:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:51:32.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's Bella's Birthday! The "baby" is one! Well I wanted to play, so I did my best to wake her up and get her off the carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMzYZzbcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/0aeSk72bGwE/s1600-h/storm+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096360888823234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMzYZzbcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/0aeSk72bGwE/s320/storm+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom wanted to "freshen up" the carpet, so she and dad brought it outside. They had it on the benches and chairs so that bugs would not come in with it, but Bella thought it was a great place to jump in. Mom gave up after that and we played on the carpet outside. Hey, we thought it was a great idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMvtMv4CI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Dj6HdUPgdkk/s1600-h/storm+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096297751732258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMvtMv4CI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Dj6HdUPgdkk/s320/storm+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we went inside to celebrate the birthday! Bella seems to think that licking the bottle is a treat. She will not leave dad alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(NOTE FROM MOM, THERE IS NO BEER IN THE BOTTLE! IT'S AN EMPTY AND WASHED BOTTLE. WE WOULD NEVER GIVE THEM ALCOHOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sorry about that, but mom felt she had to add than in case there was a misunderstanding. She knows our friends would understand, but you never know who might read this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMr6RmGZI/AAAAAAAAA28/SgbZFmJ6cC0/s1600-h/storm+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096232542247314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMr6RmGZI/AAAAAAAAA28/SgbZFmJ6cC0/s320/storm+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then we had birthday cookie cake. Bella chose Three Cheese Cookie Cake and mom made two layers and put cheese between them and they were yummi!!!! We wish all of you could have had some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMlEcr44I/AAAAAAAAA20/Vq3kFzpaG48/s1600-h/storm+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254096115014034306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMlEcr44I/AAAAAAAAA20/Vq3kFzpaG48/s320/storm+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hope everyone had a good weekend. We sure did. Bella is now one year old and she's bigger than me. I'm starting to worry about that. We played and had birthday cookie cake. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My birthday is in a few days. I have my flavor all picked out. Just wait! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2184645391677287910?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2184645391677287910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2184645391677287910&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2184645391677287910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2184645391677287910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-bella.html' title='Happy Birthday Bella!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOpMzYZzbcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/0aeSk72bGwE/s72-c/storm+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6629565720448613472</id><published>2008-09-28T19:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:54:38.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Missy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, mom got all the cookie stuff out today.  We had cookies, so where were these gonna be going?    Look at what she made!  Two big heart cookies!  And, she put peanut butter between them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAl9aagweI/AAAAAAAAA2M/SC1ns16Bq6w/s1600-h/storm+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251238902506766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAl9aagweI/AAAAAAAAA2M/SC1ns16Bq6w/s320/storm+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then she got out the special bowls, put some of our favorite yorgur on top and then the candles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAl4YnY9bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4cNkbfRqn2o/s1600-h/storm+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251238816124564914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAl4YnY9bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4cNkbfRqn2o/s320/storm+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, I had to be right there in the middle of it.   It's Missy's Birthday!    We wood Happy Birthday to Missy and everyone, even mom and dad had a piece of birthday cookie cake.   It was so yummi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAly80EJPI/AAAAAAAAA18/xmxNyQ0Vcn8/s1600-h/storm+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251238722762188018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAly80EJPI/AAAAAAAAA18/xmxNyQ0Vcn8/s320/storm+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me and Bella can't wait until October for our bithdays.   We get our own special cakes too!  Hmmm,   what flavor will I want?    Will Bella be able to decide?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy sure enjoyed her Happy Birthday!    She's nine years old and still plays with us and she gets free run of the house.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6629565720448613472?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6629565720448613472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6629565720448613472&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6629565720448613472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6629565720448613472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-missy.html' title='Happy Birthday Missy'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SOAl9aagweI/AAAAAAAAA2M/SC1ns16Bq6w/s72-c/storm+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6789989984757018875</id><published>2008-09-26T14:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:35:05.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Things Done in the Kitchen and Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN1VETOsbGI/AAAAAAAAA10/C8sBy4oovAM/s1600-h/iloveyrblogaward-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250446272953609314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN1VETOsbGI/AAAAAAAAA10/C8sBy4oovAM/s320/iloveyrblogaward-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello my furry friends! We thank Thor and Marco Polo and their kitty siblings and our buddy Echo for this award. Since we love everyone's bloggies. If you did not get this, well you are awared it too! We just wish we could get mom to blog more, hint hint. We will try to make to do better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN1U4QrU3ZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KxMejhFphrU/s1600-h/iloveyrblogaward-1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you are doing well and keeping husky cool. Things are finally done in the kitchen (except for the tile backsplash, but that has to wait for a while) and now mom can get her cookie business going. We three had a meeting and agreed that cookies needed to be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN00XuO8SEI/AAAAAAAAA1U/T63yG5dseK0/s1600-h/storm+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250410322736203842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN00XuO8SEI/AAAAAAAAA1U/T63yG5dseK0/s320/storm+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is the finished cookie baking area. Those gates are not always there, just sometimes, when we get out of control with zoomies. Something about she had just vacuumed up the husky fluff and did not need out help with the vacuum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN00KCtvOAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xK9HdKU1JP8/s1600-h/storm+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250410087715911682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN00KCtvOAI/AAAAAAAAA1M/xK9HdKU1JP8/s320/storm+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's all the cookie baking stuff. We love seeing these things out on the counter. Mom was making an order for Steve and Kat. Oh my dogness, you should have seen that box of cookies. It smelled amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN0z9ffEE7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/63Ux6G6J6GM/s1600-h/storm+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250409872100692914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN0z9ffEE7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/63Ux6G6J6GM/s320/storm+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, we did get to taste them to be sure they were just right. We deserve a whole bowl of cookies each for this picture, with yogurt on top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN0z34KdKsI/AAAAAAAAA08/WTWbDQ3BZZA/s1600-h/storm+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250409775645928130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN0z34KdKsI/AAAAAAAAA08/WTWbDQ3BZZA/s320/storm+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The weather is finally nice here and we have been outside having a good time. We hope it gets cooler soon. We got some really cool awards and will post about them over the weekend. And we will get some outside photos too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6789989984757018875?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6789989984757018875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6789989984757018875&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6789989984757018875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6789989984757018875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-things-done-in-kitchen-and.html' title='Getting Things Done in the Kitchen and Award'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SN1VETOsbGI/AAAAAAAAA10/C8sBy4oovAM/s72-c/iloveyrblogaward-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-781263187704016189</id><published>2008-09-11T10:19:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:51:45.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Wonderful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello to all our Furry Friends!   Thank you for all your well wishes.  A lot of you know we came back home.  We left to evacuate and the traffic was gridlocked, and there were no gas stations and no stopping allowed on the way.   Mom and Dad agreed home was best, so we took the last available u-turn and headed home.    Mom and Dad upacked the huskymobile and got us settled in.    As you seek our beds got stacked up during the day as we were only allowed in three rooms (for safety reasons and keeping us cool).  And I had to guard the dog cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk5soNWGwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/nb8U7rkfn9w/s1600-h/storm+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244786679920073474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk5soNWGwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/nb8U7rkfn9w/s320/storm+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy had her favorite spot under the desk and Bella likes the kitchen floor.  Of course our kitchen was not finished, but now that the storm is over and things are getting back to  normal it is supposed to be finished this week!  We can't wait.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk5Zq8soJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/FKk0G86CXYg/s1600-h/storm+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244786354238038162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk5Zq8soJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/FKk0G86CXYg/s320/storm+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now that the storm is over and we have that electric stuff back on, mom can bake cookies.  I was helping her unpack the Happy Hearts Dog Cookies container.  She actually packed up her cookie cutters, measuring stuff and her special gift from Frankie, Maddie and Dominio.   She made us cookies yesterday, as we were completely out and we deserved them because we such good pups during the storm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk4V9FwOMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/7yxRbKfLVbk/s1600-h/storm+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244785190876756162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk4V9FwOMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/7yxRbKfLVbk/s320/storm+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a short video of us looking out the window after the storm had kinda passed late that afternoon.  The pool was so full of leaves and stuff, but dad cleaned it out the next day. It's not the best video, but mom tried.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ceb6e93593131e8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dceb6e93593131e8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61F1CEA2BCAA04240496106AB998A659EAB402C2.2A7DE6324397FBFFCB63D5FF3616ED55E77FECC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dceb6e93593131e8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjPjbWy2S1CRYWUry_3pqjvRYU-I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dceb6e93593131e8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61F1CEA2BCAA04240496106AB998A659EAB402C2.2A7DE6324397FBFFCB63D5FF3616ED55E77FECC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dceb6e93593131e8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjPjbWy2S1CRYWUry_3pqjvRYU-I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We thank all of you.   Checking up on us and keeping us in your thoughts and the SMS'ers that sent all those husky/mal vibes that got our electricity back on Thursday night.   We were so happy to have the husky air back on.    And believe us, husky/mal vibes really do work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From Gerri:  thank you everyone!    We were very fortunate that all we lost was power and we had a small generator going that kept the frig on and a small portable room a/c that kept the pups cool.  We were prepared to stay in the beginning and felt we made the right decision.  The only motel we could find was in northern Arkansas and it would have taken us 2 day sto get there.  So home was best.     The only damage we had was a piece of siding/soffit of the side of the house by the gutter.   We can fix that.    The pups were very, very good.   It's funny now, when it's get dark and starts to rain, they go to their crates now and wait for me to come sit by them like I did during the storm.   The kitchen will be finished this week, and I can get back to baking dog cookies.  Our capital, Baton Rouge was hit the hardest, so the department that issuses the license asked that I wait a week before I send in my application.    Thank you again for your thoughts.    It was the greatest feeling to know how much all of you cared!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie, Missy, Bella,  Gerri and Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-781263187704016189?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ceb6e93593131e8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/781263187704016189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=781263187704016189&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/781263187704016189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/781263187704016189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-is-wonderful.html' title='Home is Wonderful!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SMk5soNWGwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/nb8U7rkfn9w/s72-c/storm+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6718511174801136393</id><published>2008-08-31T04:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:53:27.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Fellow Pups!.   We are evacuating because of the hurricane coming our way.  Mom and Dad are packing up everything that will fit in the huskymobile.  We are very sad to leave our home, but this seams to be the safest thing to do.  We hope to blog again, and will try to check with everyone when we get to a safe place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SLppY-gog6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/7vC5uoZrzKo/s1600-h/kitchen+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240616994216641442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SLppY-gog6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/7vC5uoZrzKo/s320/kitchen+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie, Missy, Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Gerri and Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6718511174801136393?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6718511174801136393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6718511174801136393&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6718511174801136393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6718511174801136393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/08/evacuation.html' title='Evacuation'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SLppY-gog6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/7vC5uoZrzKo/s72-c/kitchen+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6421021502476177876</id><published>2008-07-31T08:45:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:42:41.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Update and Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello to all our furry friends!  We apologize for not updating our bloggy.   The kitchen project is movin along and the me and Bella got to play in the sun room.  Does not look like a sun room does it?  It has kitchen supplies, lots of boxes, painting stuff and we thought it was really cool to play on the sofas (we are not supposed to be where you see us) it was just a weak moment on dad's part.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhqiHFa_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/-2Rp8vvaxTA/s1600-h/kitchen+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235893793878010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhqiHFa_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/-2Rp8vvaxTA/s320/kitchen+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy was helping mom get the plastic up off the rug after the workers left.   We made sure to put husky fur all over it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhl5-20OI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ciw5omyXBxc/s1600-h/kitchen+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235893714386604258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhl5-20OI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ciw5omyXBxc/s320/kitchen+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is our "no kitchen."  There is no floor and for our "protection" mom covered it with brown paper.   Most of the blue tape is because me and Bella have been tearing pieces of it up looking for treasure.  Unfortunatly, we have not found any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhHsZzOpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/KUPvaF_bRHQ/s1600-h/playinside+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235893195345443474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhHsZzOpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/KUPvaF_bRHQ/s320/playinside+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We would like to thank our buddy Echo for this Cool Cat Award.  We do like cats and mom says that I must have been a cat in a former life because of the way I keep myself clean and act.   I am honored.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmg3b-iihI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bSDb34y59bc/s1600-h/coolcataward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892916058229266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmg3b-iihI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bSDb34y59bc/s320/coolcataward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We would like to thank our friends Star and Jack, the Colorado Crew, Mona, and Eva and Brice for the Brillante Blog award.   This is very nice of you'all and we will try to get mom to be more "brillante" and do more blogging.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmgNsm_aOI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dzZpA6i77vc/s1600-h/Brillant_weblog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892198968355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmgNsm_aOI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dzZpA6i77vc/s320/Brillant_weblog_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is part of the kitchen that is done.   No countertops yet, BUT WE GOT THE MOST IMPORTANT APPLIANCE IN.  Mom's special double oven for our dog cookies!   She has promised to make us a batch of "test cookies" in it today.  So we will be waiting.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmgHcs_qpI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xo7JAL03UNk/s1600-h/kitchen+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235892091619355282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmgHcs_qpI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xo7JAL03UNk/s320/kitchen+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We would also like to thank Ms. Kyhra for this Kind Blogger award.   We appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmf4kZIVeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/S34uITOCMXE/s1600-h/Kind%2BBlogger%2B2008%2BAward%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235891835985483234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmf4kZIVeI/AAAAAAAAAy0/S34uITOCMXE/s320/Kind%2BBlogger%2B2008%2BAward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here are all three of us actually sitting togheter behaving.   We were watching mom grouting the ceramic tile floor in the kitchen.   It looks very nice and we will update you on that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SJHFd-vxKWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/VWmgL1dIEQQ/s1600-h/groupphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229177761204087138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SJHFd-vxKWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/VWmgL1dIEQQ/s320/groupphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you to all our friends for being patient.  We have been visiting your bloggies and keeping up with everything.  Today is the first day mom actually got free time to update our bloggy.   She spent yesterday (12 year wedding anniversay) grouting the ceramic tile floor.   She said it was okay since the kitchen is her anniversay present.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.    MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6421021502476177876?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6421021502476177876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6421021502476177876&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6421021502476177876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6421021502476177876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/kitchen-update-and-awards.html' title='Kitchen Update and Awards'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SKmhqiHFa_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/-2Rp8vvaxTA/s72-c/kitchen+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1794888315956793215</id><published>2008-07-23T19:46:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:28:03.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Bella The Busy Husky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello to all our furry friends! I wanted to do a post! I have lots to tell. After all I am Bella Donna, the fluffy white,  bigger than MayaMarie husky.    Aroo roo roo.   As you can see, I needed a nap by the husky air vent. I'm making sure it gets lots of tail fluff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVd4qOimI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9Y9ZJjoypLU/s1600-h/bellatailinvent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380601989171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVd4qOimI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9Y9ZJjoypLU/s320/bellatailinvent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy and MayaMarie are resting too.  They stayed in the kitchen where there are no cabinets, streched out being very lazy.   See no cabinets.  The brown paper is covering where there is no floor and we got to see the paint colors that were behind the cabinets.   Mom's gonna paint it a pretty soft yellow like the dining room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVKX8J_eI/AAAAAAAAAx8/S2ZyMH6csgI/s1600-h/MM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380266788486626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVKX8J_eI/AAAAAAAAAx8/S2ZyMH6csgI/s320/MM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was busy helping mom bake cookies for Sitka and Cornelia Marie. She has everything set up in the laundry room and I just love it, as I can be close to the action. I can also watch the two non-helpers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVFAICsXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Kuk7pLnJsRM/s1600-h/baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380174496543090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVFAICsXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Kuk7pLnJsRM/s320/baking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am watching mom. I didn't go in there because it very warm and she had the door open and the fan on. But I was close enough to make sure the cookies tasted good and were acceptable for shiping out. You pups are gonna enjoy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfSFFOGGfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xnjOQChlT60/s1600-h/bellacrossedpaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226376877329226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfSFFOGGfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/xnjOQChlT60/s320/bellacrossedpaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is why I was so tired too! Before she bakes cookies, mom vacuums.   She wants to make sure there is no husky fluff being baked in the cookies. Well, I had to make sure the vacuum did not get the cookies. Here is me getting the vacuum. Me and MayaMarie were really tired after this. We got lots of ice cubes and had a good nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73d99d88ef9e8c65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73d99d88ef9e8c65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14EEAA359E324268D2FBEA44B08EEF80D3063478.D7730658845B65F5DEFA8DE325415088351A9DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73d99d88ef9e8c65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZPLp_F4WIfwHjwAVfujO6DhraE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73d99d88ef9e8c65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14EEAA359E324268D2FBEA44B08EEF80D3063478.D7730658845B65F5DEFA8DE325415088351A9DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73d99d88ef9e8c65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZPLp_F4WIfwHjwAVfujO6DhraE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope you enjoy the video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, Bella Donna sister of MayaMarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1794888315956793215?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=73d99d88ef9e8c65&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1794888315956793215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1794888315956793215&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1794888315956793215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1794888315956793215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-bella-busy-husky.html' title='I Am Bella The Busy Husky'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SIfVd4qOimI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9Y9ZJjoypLU/s72-c/bellatailinvent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-262980678243244329</id><published>2008-07-17T09:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:36:07.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasting and Not Behaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Our Furry Friends!    The house is intresting without the wall and we are really enjoying so much air conditioned open space to run in.    Mom had to make some kookies for Lady Khyra.    I got to do a safety inspection on the salmon.   Khyra, you will enjoy these.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UxwKxwnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/56TH812Caa4/s1600-h/salmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987306493493874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UxwKxwnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/56TH812Caa4/s320/salmon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;While mom was making kookies, we were busy playing.   The brown paper is to protect the wood floor during the destruction of the cabinets.   So far it has protected it against everything but Bella.   Now she's trying the tear pieces of it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UtOmHWEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/GVt2uQMQELU/s1600-h/3tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987228761872450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UtOmHWEI/AAAAAAAAAxU/GVt2uQMQELU/s320/3tails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't these look yummi?   Of course they are not for us.  You would think that there would be kookies for us, but no...... our containers are empty.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9Un_JuoNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qWOIPPi4K18/s1600-h/cookiesnotforus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987138716934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9Un_JuoNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qWOIPPi4K18/s320/cookiesnotforus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, Bella showed her.   Mom was rolling out kookie dough, and when she looked to see what was going on, Bella had the end of the tablecloth and was pulling.   Of course, no camera.  Me and Missy were wooing and telling her noo, don't do it, but she did.   I helped mom pick up the papers and straighten it back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UkNEFoYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MupSiwbZ45U/s1600-h/bellatable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987073731895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UkNEFoYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MupSiwbZ45U/s320/bellatable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course we demaned kookies after that.   If you want us to be good, then give us kookies.  As you can see, Missy decided to demand kookies.  And yes, we only got one each.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UejlSPAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/eYwydnOyicI/s1600-h/wewantcookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223986976697498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UejlSPAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/eYwydnOyicI/s320/wewantcookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We stayed out of trouble while mom finished the rest of the kookies.   She is supposed to make some for us today, since our containers are all empty.   I haven't decided what flavor I want yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9T9VQtBBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/chb6ww2ld-A/s1600-h/mayabone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223986405917393938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9T9VQtBBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/chb6ww2ld-A/s320/mayabone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And here is me being good, with my new nylabone on the rug after it was vacuumed.  You can be sure that it is not red right now, it's fluffy white from all our fluff.   I guess the vacuum will come out today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-262980678243244329?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/262980678243244329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=262980678243244329&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/262980678243244329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/262980678243244329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/tasting-and-not-behaving.html' title='Tasting and Not Behaving'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SH9UxwKxwnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/56TH812Caa4/s72-c/salmon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-8385456255814392701</id><published>2008-07-13T20:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:57:55.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Husky Air Back On &amp; Adrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hawoo My Furry Friends.    The Husky air is back on...thankdogness!  Mom and dad worked all day getting the electrical moved and working properly.  There was lots of "that wire is not supposed to have power" and "why didn't you write on the wire so you know where it goes." We stayed in our room.   Mom got us a fan and lots of ice and we were fine.   We are adorable, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHquINxy2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/S0icrqMwSUI/s1600-h/MM%26B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222678174050212130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHquINxy2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/S0icrqMwSUI/s320/MM%26B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In the middle of all this, dad managed to end the life of Adrill, so mom had to go to that store that sells tools and get him a new one so he could finish making holes in the walls.   Mom wants to know why there are not husky adrills?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqt46rBjdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UvqDlpWN15s/s1600-h/ADrill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677911223504338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqt46rBjdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UvqDlpWN15s/s320/ADrill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We got to go in the room after they finished today's project and cleaned it up.   Very messy and something about pieces of things that we don't need to chew on.  Dad was coming back down the hall.   And NO, I WAS NOT sniffing Missy's butt.  Mom took the picture just when I got there.       I want to know what they are gonna do with about the missing floor were the wall was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqtzYXDswI/AAAAAAAAAwE/O2ogEkK_5SM/s1600-h/buts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677816113607426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqtzYXDswI/AAAAAAAAAwE/O2ogEkK_5SM/s320/buts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;About 5:pm, they both had enough.   Dad needed a beer and mom needed her sweet fruity wine with lots of ice.  Then she wanted chocolate.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqttua96bI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Kx73r6NelT0/s1600-h/beerandwine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677718956370354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHqttua96bI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Kx73r6NelT0/s320/beerandwine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As you can see in this picture, the mixer and moms cookie baking supplies are all here.   She didn't get to bake cookies today, because she is dad's helper (and someone has to fetch the tools, find the flashlight, flip switches, pull wire thru the ceiling, and crawl in the attic with dad to hold the flashlight, but she will be working on some for MaPaw tomorrow.    So cookie backing is definitely going on.   We are very happy because she signed the paperwork for her cookie baking business and is now doing the "one step at a time" that her cpa guy told her to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(note from mom: lots of paperwork and rules.  But you have to follow the steps in order.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; She can't wait to get her website up so everyone can order our yummy cookies.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-8385456255814392701?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8385456255814392701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=8385456255814392701&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8385456255814392701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8385456255814392701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/husky-air-back-on-adrill.html' title='Husky Air Back On &amp; Adrill'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHquINxy2SI/AAAAAAAAAwU/S0icrqMwSUI/s72-c/MM%26B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6168757923686903998</id><published>2008-07-12T20:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:40:14.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kitchen is Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Hope all of you are keeping cool. We have been very busy. Our kitchen is changing. Even though their anniversary is not until August, Dad wanted to start this project now. It is his present to mom. A new kitchen. She gets new cabinets, appliances and countertop. This is how our kitchen looked this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlX_3ViPTI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rpb8doRFpy8/s1600-h/kitchenbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301997610450226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlX_3ViPTI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rpb8doRFpy8/s320/kitchenbefore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then, we were told we had to stay in our room so we would be safe and not get into any trouble. Me and Bella were discussing all the noise, and she was very concerned because the husky air was off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlX78BTMRI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Dk3PcxIEiTw/s1600-h/bellatellsmaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301930148278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlX78BTMRI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Dk3PcxIEiTw/s320/bellatellsmaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy did not like the noise either. The kitchen table ended up in the sun room and Missy hid under it all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXrJrniaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wpwLpSlMOSA/s1600-h/missyhide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301641757657506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXrJrniaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wpwLpSlMOSA/s320/missyhide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's hard to see, but the wall is gone and there's stuff everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXmw362XI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Avzby7qQBL8/s1600-h/kitdest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301566378891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXmw362XI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Avzby7qQBL8/s320/kitdest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After they cleaned up the mess, lots of wood, nails, dirt, and lots of electric wires, we were allowed back in there. I inspected the place where the wall came out. Lots of patching and painting to be done here and I do hope someone turns the husky air back on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXgvohMUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zOotZFxt4WM/s1600-h/mayainspect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301462966645058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXgvohMUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zOotZFxt4WM/s320/mayainspect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a better picture. The rug was covered with plastic and I had to check it after the plastic came off. Now it's wide open. See, there's wires hanging from the ceiling. Dad has to work on that tomrrow and there's paper covering the floor. Of course, Bella had to pee on it. I just can't believe she did that. I do hope mom does something about the paint colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXcjNatQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/xI4Sk80XV-M/s1600-h/wallgone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222301390912271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlXcjNatQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/xI4Sk80XV-M/s320/wallgone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, that's all for tonight. I have to help mom empty the cabinets and Missy has to help keep an eye on Bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6168757923686903998?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6168757923686903998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6168757923686903998&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6168757923686903998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6168757923686903998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-kitchen-is-changing.html' title='Our Kitchen is Changing'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SHlX_3ViPTI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rpb8doRFpy8/s72-c/kitchenbefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4187764043096786880</id><published>2008-06-20T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:57:08.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Video in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Me and Bella were playing in the kitchen and mom actually got the video. We had a good time acting silly before dinner. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a77035cc17c609a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a77035cc17c609a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFA15590CD84D01AD089F5EEDCD7E472E0F05144.65E6B3709A1D0E7BE15243152C6DDEF9A3095AA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a77035cc17c609a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiOljfL3pimYgJKGcIhcn1km2vqM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a77035cc17c609a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFA15590CD84D01AD089F5EEDCD7E472E0F05144.65E6B3709A1D0E7BE15243152C6DDEF9A3095AA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a77035cc17c609a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiOljfL3pimYgJKGcIhcn1km2vqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are playing inside, as it's very hot out, and it's been raining so that made it steamy. Yuck for huskies.   Mom  said we are very good at spreading husky fur all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4187764043096786880?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a77035cc17c609a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4187764043096786880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4187764043096786880&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4187764043096786880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4187764043096786880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-video-in-kitchen.html' title='A Fun Video in the Kitchen'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-9109522381302819970</id><published>2008-06-18T10:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:14:42.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Good and Mom's Husky Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!  Not too much going on here.  It's too hot for us to go outside and play, so we thought we would hide under the kitchen chair.    Good spot huh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkk6p-hyBI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KVunjkMQQqQ/s1600-h/playinside+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238633777186834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkk6p-hyBI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KVunjkMQQqQ/s320/playinside+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is one of our photos from the AO4's class.  Mom thought she was getting a really good photo of us looking at her.  No such thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkynaqAnI/AAAAAAAAAus/YLQwJh_RUek/s1600-h/playinside+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238495650906738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkynaqAnI/AAAAAAAAAus/YLQwJh_RUek/s320/playinside+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's mom's tomato plant.  She's got three of the.   They are called "Husky Red Cherry Tomoatos."  So far she's had them three weeks and they are still alive and one of them has a little bitty tomoato on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkorBL6dI/AAAAAAAAAuk/V8-VaKF1GTM/s1600-h/playinside+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238324819126738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkorBL6dI/AAAAAAAAAuk/V8-VaKF1GTM/s320/playinside+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She had to "have" these when she and dad when to that home improvement store.  Dad took her tape, so he had to replace it. Of  course everyone needs a husky flashlight and key fob with a light on it.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkkk-CoiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/wEovdxxRmRw/s1600-h/playinside+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238254475846178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkkkk-CoiI/AAAAAAAAAuc/wEovdxxRmRw/s320/playinside+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are being good and helping mom with her cookies.  Quality control is a ruff job.   Hope everyone is keeping cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-9109522381302819970?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/9109522381302819970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=9109522381302819970&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/9109522381302819970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/9109522381302819970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-good-and-moms-husky-stuff.html' title='Being Good and Mom&apos;s Husky Stuff'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFkk6p-hyBI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KVunjkMQQqQ/s72-c/playinside+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4815472239446787073</id><published>2008-06-13T14:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:24:10.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishwasher Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Hope all of you are keeping safe during all this outrageous weather.  Our friends in the north and middle of the country are having some very frightening times.  We worry about them.    It's been so hot here, we don't want to go outside and now rain is being added to that, yuck for us with fur. And since mom got her hair done, so said no way for her too.  She got it cut short and had color put in and highlights.  Dad said she looks beawootiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy's foot issue is all better. Mine is kinda better, but the cyst thing is has not gone away yet. I think mom is gonna bring me in to the vet next week to check on it. It's smaller and it does not hurt, but she wants it checked anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now about the dishwasher. Do you pups get involved with this dishwasher in your houses? Whenever mom opens the door to it I go check and see if it's beeing filled (those dishes are great to clean) or emptied (clean dishes we are not supposed to lick), but Bella gets under the door. Do you see this?  She crawls under it when mom opens it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSXTmA-II/AAAAAAAAAuU/ojzvSKRzQVc/s1600-h/playinside+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211459016659630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSXTmA-II/AAAAAAAAAuU/ojzvSKRzQVc/s320/playinside+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here'a a better view. Me, I want to see what's in it. All of it was clean, so there was nothing for me do here, but Bella would not come out. Mom said something about getting away from me aggravating her. Ha roo roo roo, can you believe that I would be accused of being aggravating?    She's bigger than me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSSoAqw3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/g99gq6fuER8/s1600-h/playinside+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211458936240784242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSSoAqw3I/AAAAAAAAAuM/g99gq6fuER8/s320/playinside+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, mom washed our bowls and she left them for last. I wanted my bowls out. See I got it out. Bella just watched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSM0E_fjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xJQDNmznOFQ/s1600-h/playinside+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211458836400930354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSM0E_fjI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xJQDNmznOFQ/s320/playinside+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And, lo and behold, here is a video of me getting my bowl out. She actually got it on film and you'all get to see it. I am just toooooo smart, don't you think? Bella was amazed! She has a really good video of me and Bella playing, but blogger said it's too long, so mom has to figure out how she can share that. But do enjoy this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6b3ee63853f2f2f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b3ee63853f2f2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70C5F3792866BAF06373E01EB26DD948A8C59706.49E12E25CC2575AB26FC4961018211D91036107A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b3ee63853f2f2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKmhNtxRvMXo8BhlW1NnHDy0XGc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b3ee63853f2f2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70C5F3792866BAF06373E01EB26DD948A8C59706.49E12E25CC2575AB26FC4961018211D91036107A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b3ee63853f2f2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKmhNtxRvMXo8BhlW1NnHDy0XGc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We're working on the dog cookie menu, so we'll be letting you know soon about ordering dog cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stay safe, keep cool, and if you need them, we are sending good woo wooing vibes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husky Hugs to all, MayaMarie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4815472239446787073?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6b3ee63853f2f2f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4815472239446787073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4815472239446787073&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4815472239446787073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4815472239446787073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/dishwasher-fun.html' title='Dishwasher Fun'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SFLSXTmA-II/AAAAAAAAAuU/ojzvSKRzQVc/s72-c/playinside+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4287009485349269225</id><published>2008-06-01T18:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:43:12.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Dew Claw, Nail Clippings and My Back Right Foot Has A Ochie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends.    Sorry we have not posted for a while.  Mom and Dad have been working in the front and back yard.  They planted flowers and did not let us help.  Due to an unfortunate cushion incident the last time they worked in the yard, we had to spend that time in our “safe crates.”  We napped in the cool husky air while they were outside in 90 deg, getting sunburned.  Mom said there is nothing like that hot, humid southern heat.   Here’s a picture of the planting.   Nice huh?  They did go for a swim after.  These are dad's new unbreallas.  He said something about mom being so pale skinned the reflection was gonna cause an airplane to crash, so he needed umbrellas.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM6PCFC-dI/AAAAAAAAAt8/48P7BxIr7bU/s1600-h/playinside+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207069624100911570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM6PCFC-dI/AAAAAAAAAt8/48P7BxIr7bU/s320/playinside+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We were asked to please not walk on the flowers.  So far 2 of those little purple flowers have gotten squished by somepuppy’s foot (and until you have a footprint kit and are a member of NCIS , you will never know the guilty pawty.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, as you probably guessed from the title there were assorted feet incidents.   First, Missy’s dew claw got caught in Bella’s collar while playing and it tore her nail.  There was lots of wooing (by all) and some blood.  Mom cleaned it, put some Neosporin on it, and bandaged it up because these things only happen at 8:00 at night.  Missy had to go to the vet the next day.   According to mom, she was not cooperative.  It took mom and 2 techs to hold her down while the doctor clipped her nails.  Then he gave her a shot of “make the dog goofy medicine” so he could work on her dew claw.   Mom stayed right there with her and watched what was being done.     She got a fancy bandage and was very goofy when she got home.   The vet would not let mom bring her home alone and one of the techs rode with mom to help her get Missy in the house.   Here’s Missy with her bandage.  She’s better now, the bandage is off and she’s running around like nothing ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM6B5j3UiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/DdHilX3Yc2s/s1600-h/playinside+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207069398475952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM6B5j3UiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/DdHilX3Yc2s/s320/playinside+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella went a few days later to get her nails clipped.   All 38 pds of her.  It took mom and 2 techs to hold her down too!  And she ruffed and wooed and kicked those legs and was not very cooperative.   Of course everyone thought she was just the prettiest thing and she pranced around and showed off.   Mom said she rode in the very back seat of the van like she was a princess.   Here’s Bella with her new nylabone.   We are now allowed in the room with the red rug.  So far, we have been really good and have not eaten the rug or any part of the room, yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM57Dz2OAI/AAAAAAAAAts/VXSmq0XgvqE/s1600-h/playinside+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207069280968259586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM57Dz2OAI/AAAAAAAAAts/VXSmq0XgvqE/s320/playinside+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, you guessed it, next was my turn.    I  finally gained some weight.  I’m 44 pds, which made everyone happy because of my assorted tummy issues.    I then ran to the exam room as my vet was there and I just love to give him kisses.  I’ll reconsider this next time.  You see, this was just supposed to be a simple nail clipping.  No big deal, right?    Not!    There was something about dry foot pads and I must be licking them a lot, and then when he got to my back foot, I screamed, and I never do that.   He checked it and my right back foot has an “ochie”.  He called it an “interdigital cyst.”  I called it an “ouchie.”    Mom’s attempt at taking a picture of it did not go well.   She mumbled something about me paying too much attention to the AO4’s photo classes (and do we have some great photos to share of those sessions.) .   Now, I have to take two different kinds of pills and mom has to soak my foot in Epson Salt twice a day.   Ha roo roo, you should see her trying to do that.  I have to take medicine for the next week and hopefully it will get better, or I will have to have surgery.  I hope it gets better b/c I don't want surgery, you see, I don't like being away from mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got a new nylabone too (the wolf version), but it does not last me long, maybe a couple of hours, so mom has to get me a dinosaur bone like the AO4 has.  We have it on good authority that even I will have trouble chewing that up.  She is going to order me one b/c none of the stores here carry them and the people in the stores are not very helpful here.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM5yeRnAmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LBrDOB4Klis/s1600-h/playinside+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207069133453591138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM5yeRnAmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LBrDOB4Klis/s320/playinside+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have been helping mom create 3 more dog cookie recipes and she is working on her web site.   She sent in the samples to the state for the lab analysis and is waiting on her labels, then she will be able to meet with some people about a license and a permit.   We are very excited about this dog cookie thing and these last three new ones are very yummy.  (The job market is not very good, she is still sending out her resume and wants to get a part time job at that michael's craft store, and she is waiting on an interview.  We can live with part time.)  Dad told her she has a job here and he appreciates her and does not want her to do something she will not be happy at.  Besides he wants her to pursue her dog cookie thing too!   We like dad's idea the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is a short video of me and Bella playing.  It's not the best, but we'll get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57966a6a789c0239" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57966a6a789c0239%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75A5DFAE7A9D61AE0D477A83DB30DC91DCAF9913.848C417A006D00D368D8C2F421FCE20966A85D7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57966a6a789c0239%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doz3qlh-fkVPc7QUahGreAo9szEk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57966a6a789c0239%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472194%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75A5DFAE7A9D61AE0D477A83DB30DC91DCAF9913.848C417A006D00D368D8C2F421FCE20966A85D7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57966a6a789c0239%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doz3qlh-fkVPc7QUahGreAo9szEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.    MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4287009485349269225?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57966a6a789c0239&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4287009485349269225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4287009485349269225&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4287009485349269225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4287009485349269225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/torn-dew-claw-nail-clippings-and-my.html' title='Torn Dew Claw, Nail Clippings and My Back Right Foot Has A Ochie'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SEM6PCFC-dI/AAAAAAAAAt8/48P7BxIr7bU/s72-c/playinside+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3199682143664394240</id><published>2008-05-12T13:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:22:51.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Echo for my Memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello my furry friends!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My buddy Echo (,&lt;a href="http://dailyecho.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailyecho.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) tagged me to play a new game - the Memoir Meme.   I have created such good memories for mom.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is how you play:  Write your own six word memoir.  Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.  Tag at least five more blogs with links.  Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.  Have fun!! Here are mine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Huntress (I bet the real thing is better!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiU-E4go1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/X3GBt7Sz0JA/s1600-h/withduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199569563982799698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiU-E4go1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/X3GBt7Sz0JA/s320/withduck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aggravating (Missy will attest to this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTdE4go0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ltjLEfoBbzs/s1600-h/aggravating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199567897535488834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTdE4go0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ltjLEfoBbzs/s320/aggravating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cuddly (truly, Bella and I are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTX04gozI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rch3hjbvuY0/s1600-h/playinside+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199567807341175602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTX04gozI/AAAAAAAAAtE/rch3hjbvuY0/s320/playinside+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brave (at a very young age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTAk4goyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zx0BhIOQDa0/s1600-h/brave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199567407909217058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiTAk4goyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zx0BhIOQDa0/s320/brave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Helpful (really I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiSkU4goxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xzuS5OLqe3M/s1600-h/helfpful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199566922577912594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiSkU4goxI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xzuS5OLqe3M/s320/helfpful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Playful (I do love my pool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiSc04gowI/AAAAAAAAAss/2XrIBdyq7jE/s1600-h/withpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199566793728893698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiSc04gowI/AAAAAAAAAss/2XrIBdyq7jE/s320/withpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, I know I was late getting this done, but there are some of you out there to be tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm gonna tag   Kodak (&lt;a href="http://eskiemom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eskiemom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Comet &amp;amp; Blu (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spitzwits.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.spitzwits.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;) &lt;em&gt;both of you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sherman, Penny &amp;amp; Lola (&lt;a href="http://ferndoggle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ferndoggle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) all three of you'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(mom needs to figure out how to hide the link thingie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone be good, and Have A Happy Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3199682143664394240?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3199682143664394240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3199682143664394240&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3199682143664394240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3199682143664394240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-echo-for-my-memoirs.html' title='Tagged by Echo for my Memoirs'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCiU-E4go1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/X3GBt7Sz0JA/s72-c/withduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4777366622632290970</id><published>2008-05-07T15:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:23:29.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Lot of Tasting Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends.   I am sure you want to know about all this tasting.  Well, we get to do a lot of tasting in our house.  Mom likes to cook and we so enjoy it.    She made special meatballs, just for us pups.  They were so yummy.   I got to taste them before Bella and Missy got any.   I'm the only one that's allowed to put paws on the counter.  That's because I only do so when asked by mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMdjZqfII/AAAAAAAAAsk/lgv-oyyZ_08/s1600-h/playinside+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730621797596290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMdjZqfII/AAAAAAAAAsk/lgv-oyyZ_08/s320/playinside+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course we had to taste the peanut butter to make sure it was safe for our biscuits.   It was safe and good.   We wanted more, but were told to wait for the biscuits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMYzZqfHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5pkfON9D7NY/s1600-h/playinside+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730540193217650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMYzZqfHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/5pkfON9D7NY/s320/playinside+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy approved of the bannans for the cake.   The house smelled so good while that was baking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMTDZqfGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5k3lSLScCv0/s1600-h/playinside+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730441408969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMTDZqfGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5k3lSLScCv0/s320/playinside+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I approved of the icing.   Oh, that is the most delicious cake the AO4's mom shared with all.   We want mom to make that again.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMODZqfFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/iKj8E1P8Hx0/s1600-h/playinside+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730355509623890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMODZqfFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/iKj8E1P8Hx0/s320/playinside+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now about these boxes.   Something about taste testers.   Be on the lookout for your box. They went out today.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMIzZqfEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/E5CGOw4jYc4/s1600-h/playinside+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197730265315310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMIzZqfEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/E5CGOw4jYc4/s320/playinside+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have had a good time in the kitchen while certain recipies are being perfected.   It was very tiring seeing all those biscuits go in boxes and then leave the house.    Now she has to make us another AO4 Banana Cake with lots of yummy icing.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom is still job hunting and we are happy that she is home with us making dog biscuits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, I know I was tagged by Echo in this new game.   I'll answer that next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4777366622632290970?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4777366622632290970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4777366622632290970&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4777366622632290970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4777366622632290970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/05/whole-lot-of-tasting-going-on.html' title='A Whole Lot of Tasting Going On'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SCIMdjZqfII/AAAAAAAAAsk/lgv-oyyZ_08/s72-c/playinside+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1533573386018286346</id><published>2008-04-22T13:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:05:03.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's A Husky To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!    Not much going on around here.   The weather has become very warm and us pups do not like to be out for too long.   We enjoy our naps inside.   But I'm beginning to wonder about Missy and Bella.  Their sleeping positions are not huskylike.  I mean, look at me, I'm curled up on my mat.  The sun was shining thru the window so that made it really nice.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4x1xrKTmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VepjWsCIeRk/s1600-h/playinside+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142220341956194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4x1xrKTmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VepjWsCIeRk/s320/playinside+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But, what's with Bella?   She sleeps with her body on the floor and her butt on the pillow.  That's just not right.   And that smile.   Don't believe for a moment that she's an angel.  Last night she stole green beans out of the collendar off the counter and was munching out.  And there were not ours, they were for mom and dad's dinner.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xxBrKTlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gbTGnCkR3iw/s1600-h/playinside+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142138737577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xxBrKTlI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gbTGnCkR3iw/s320/playinside+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And Missy is no better with her furry self.   She thinks she's so cute with her paws like that. Then she kicks her legs and does this ruff ruff thing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xrhrKTkI/AAAAAAAAArs/g-62TWefv_E/s1600-h/playinside+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142044248297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xrhrKTkI/AAAAAAAAArs/g-62TWefv_E/s320/playinside+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now as for this,  I don't know what to say.   She's using me as part of her pillow.  Mom still can't belive she got this picture.   We are just such loving huskies.   Ha roo roo roo.  This was after a lot of wrestling and spreading of fur all over the kitchen.    We needed a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xlhrKTjI/AAAAAAAAArk/MXr9ojKHGSE/s1600-h/playinside+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192141941169081906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xlhrKTjI/AAAAAAAAArk/MXr9ojKHGSE/s320/playinside+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This one is just too much.    Yes, we still have one Christmas stuffie left.  And for some reason Bella had to lay on me to play with it.    This was a one time only photo as I got up, took that stuffie and we ran all over the house with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xdRrKTiI/AAAAAAAAArc/2liHsXR2-V4/s1600-h/bplaysm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192141799435161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4xdRrKTiI/AAAAAAAAArc/2liHsXR2-V4/s320/bplaysm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We're enjoying being inside with the husky air on.   We'll probably go out late this afternoon, after mom bakes our biscuits.  Fresh cheesy biscuits.  Woooo, they smell so good.   And we get to sample the cheese when the bag is opened.   Mom calls us her "quality control inspectors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you'all have a happy day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(note from mom:  Still job hunting.  It's hard to believe that with all the jobs in our classifieds that no one is calling.  I'm sure the post office is greateful for all the resume's I've mailed out.    The last few wanted younger people with less expierence so they could pay less.  Oh well, their loss.  Us older girls do know what we're doing.   I'm still working on the dog biscuit idea and getting some of my craft projects together.   I think the personalized pet felt Christmas stockings and/or a banner is a good idea.  I'll have MayaMarie do a post of theirs.  Thanks for your suggestings and support.  I do appreciate it.   Gerri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1533573386018286346?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1533573386018286346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1533573386018286346&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1533573386018286346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1533573386018286346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-husky-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s A Husky To Do?'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SA4x1xrKTmI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VepjWsCIeRk/s72-c/playinside+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3206399612711317996</id><published>2008-04-13T12:59:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:38:34.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Has Bella Been Up To? And No Hot Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! The answer to the Bella question is quite amazing, to me anyway. You see, I was helping mom in the laundry room, like I always do. It’s next to the kitchen. We were putting the wet clothes in the dryer. I love to help with the wet clothes, when we heard this odd noise. You see, Bella was not interested in the laundry and was in the kitchen. I went to see, and of course, I got on my purple bench and had to ra rooo roo for mom to come see. I had to tell, for a change I was innocent. And Bella the Bad was guilty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPo8KfwBI/AAAAAAAAArU/I8kAzwyFdlo/s1600-h/playinside+ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188797285447745554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPo8KfwBI/AAAAAAAAArU/I8kAzwyFdlo/s320/playinside+ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is what she saw. Do you know what this is? It’s ice. How did it get all over the floor. Bella is running around the kitchen with ice cubes having the time of her life. Just look at her. Munching out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPh8KfwAI/AAAAAAAAArM/-SISzg4Y1-A/s1600-h/playinside+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188797165188661250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPh8KfwAI/AAAAAAAAArM/-SISzg4Y1-A/s320/playinside+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now this is the ice cube button area. How did she manage this? Now the button is on lock, and only mom can get the ice out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPWsKfv_I/AAAAAAAAArE/dgaj0Rn-yHQ/s1600-h/playinside+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188796971915132914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPWsKfv_I/AAAAAAAAArE/dgaj0Rn-yHQ/s320/playinside+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's still trying to figure out why she can't get ice any more. And mom is still amazed that she reached up and pressed that pad with her paw and got ice out. Bella has a very deep voice and now she fusses at mom for ice cubes.  She may act all sweet and innocent, but she can cause trouble too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPRsKfv-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/om4YD9on7_M/s1600-h/playinside+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188796886015786978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPRsKfv-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/om4YD9on7_M/s320/playinside+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is where we ended up yesterday and today. In half of our room, with my crate and a gate as a barricade. Seems the big thing that makes hot water will not work and the plumber could not fix it, and there was no hot water last night. Mom told dad he had to heat the pool last night because she was not taking another cold shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPLMKfv9I/AAAAAAAAAq0/2Oxcx9c_-XE/s1600-h/playinside+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188796774346637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPLMKfv9I/AAAAAAAAAq0/2Oxcx9c_-XE/s320/playinside+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today, dad said he was not waiting for parts to come in some time next week, and the plumber guy was not in any hurry, so dad went and got a new one. Missy got to inspect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPE8Kfv8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/87KL2Kv6COY/s1600-h/playinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188796666972454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPE8Kfv8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/87KL2Kv6COY/s320/playinside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We were not allowed to help and they put the dryer in the way so we could not get back there. It took them a few hours, but we now have hot water. Dad is our hero, mom was his helper, so we better appreciate her too, and now mom can go wash her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPA8Kfv7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/CCSw24nH7zg/s1600-h/playinside+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188796598252978098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPA8Kfv7I/AAAAAAAAAqk/CCSw24nH7zg/s320/playinside+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just could not fit thru there. We tried. Bella even tried to get on the dryer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeeSssss: Mom is still sending out the resume’ thingies. Either she’s too old (and she still says 49 is not old) or she’s is over qualified. Have you ever eard of being over qualified?  She told one interviewer she didn’t want her job, she just wants to make enough money to help with the groceries, us pups and stuff like that. So now she’s putting together her paperwork and is gonna see about selling dog biscuits and her special felt Christmas stockings. We have to get her to post our stockings, she made them to look just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the encourangement for our mom. You'all made her smile and fell good. She's not gonna give up looking. She found a few more jobs in today's paper she'll apply for. But we do like the dog biscuit idea the best!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3206399612711317996?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3206399612711317996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3206399612711317996&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3206399612711317996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3206399612711317996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-has-bella-been-up-to-and-no-hot.html' title='What Has Bella Been Up To? And No Hot Water'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/SAJPo8KfwBI/AAAAAAAAArU/I8kAzwyFdlo/s72-c/playinside+ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1467781794491783568</id><published>2008-04-02T09:31:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:04:42.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here and Have Not Forgotten Our Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! We are still here and we have not forgotten our Furry Friends. Things are just kinda changing here and we are helping mom get thru all this. The people with her work have gotten unreasonable with their family traumas and have treated her so badly that she finally gave her resignation. She's been taking my pepsid and not been very happy. She finally had enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So she’s been sending out some kind of resume’ thingies. I think it means she’ll be gone all day. What are we to do? Maybe if me, Missy and Bella set up a dog biscuit stand in front of the house and sold dog biscuits? After all, who could refuse our cuteness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_ObeDAMxII/AAAAAAAAAqY/BLcgk5mjX70/s1600-h/playinside+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658536538096770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_ObeDAMxII/AAAAAAAAAqY/BLcgk5mjX70/s320/playinside+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She’s been working in the room her desk and computer share with us and her crafts, and moving the furniture so we can’t get into anything. I’m helping lead the way to where the desk is supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZwzAMxHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ezIcvjwLl_g/s1600-h/playinside+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656659637388402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZwzAMxHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/ezIcvjwLl_g/s320/playinside+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; She wants to make the room safe for us so that we don’t have to stay in our crates all day if she finds a full time job. Really she wants a job close to home so she can come home at lunch to let us go out to potty and and check on us. We hope that happens. But if not, we’ll be good in the area she’s fixing for us. Or as good as huskies can be. Maybe I can help with some of these crafts and we can sell them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZrjAMxGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ekMpyud2bJg/s1600-h/movestuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656569443075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZrjAMxGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ekMpyud2bJg/s320/movestuf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; We did get new toys from the Easter Bunny. Missy got a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZiTAMxFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kvUyiTSKdfY/s1600-h/missyduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656410529285202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZiTAMxFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kvUyiTSKdfY/s320/missyduck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella got a big yellow duck and already made a hole in it and popped the thing that makes it squeak. And mom had to perform surgery on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZeDAMxEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lVU7el1JTjE/s1600-h/belladuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656337514841154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZeDAMxEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lVU7el1JTjE/s320/belladuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And me, I got this big fluffy bunny. I toss him in the air and swing him by his ear and run wit him. Bella keeps trying to get him from me, but I run as fast as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZTzAMxCI/AAAAAAAAApo/hPfYTpvSwxY/s1600-h/mayabunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656161421181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_OZTzAMxCI/AAAAAAAAApo/hPfYTpvSwxY/s320/mayabunn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are still visiting all our friends bloggies and we hope mom will feel better about posting and get us back together with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PeeSsssss: Mom just got a call from a law firm about setting up an interview. We are keeping her positive about it (especially since this one told her lunch time is an hour, she can come home and check on us), but she keeps saying it's hard to compete in the job market when you're in your late 40's and everyone else is 20's and a size 6. (No offense but the older ladies are just as qualified to do a good job, especially one that was a legal secretary for 25 years), and try explaining that you have to go home for lunch to let your huskies out. People look at you really funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1467781794491783568?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1467781794491783568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1467781794491783568&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1467781794491783568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1467781794491783568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/04/were-still-here-and-have-not-forgotten.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here and Have Not Forgotten Our Friends'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R_ObeDAMxII/AAAAAAAAAqY/BLcgk5mjX70/s72-c/playinside+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7526720444441818373</id><published>2008-03-17T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:43:59.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends.   Bella is home.   Mom and dad went and picked her up yesterday.  The vet said all went well and she was so quite they could not believe a husky was this quite.  Well, as soon as she saw mom and dad she was so excited they could not keep her still.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R96PqzO-KkI/AAAAAAAAApg/thD571z_Gnc/s1600-h/playinside+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734586992929346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R96PqzO-KkI/AAAAAAAAApg/thD571z_Gnc/s320/playinside+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here she is showing off her tummy.   I have one complaint.  She does not have to wear that plastic collar thing.   How fair is that?    Look are her, she got her collar back  on and she's smiling.   I had to wear that thing for what seemed like forever.   I gotta talk with the vet when I see him.   This is so not fair.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R96PmDO-KjI/AAAAAAAAApY/RoAOq7XEliQ/s1600-h/playinside+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734505388550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R96PmDO-KjI/AAAAAAAAApY/RoAOq7XEliQ/s320/playinside+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, we have to be separated for the week.  The vet actually thinks Bella is gonna lay still and be confined to her crate?   Oh but no.    I have the doggy room with my sofa and window and Bella is in the kitchen.  And she will not stay still.   So we will just have to visit at the gate until the weekend.  Let's see who lasts longer with this set up, us or mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7526720444441818373?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7526720444441818373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7526720444441818373&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7526720444441818373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7526720444441818373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/03/bellas-home.html' title='Bella&apos;s Home'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R96PqzO-KkI/AAAAAAAAApg/thD571z_Gnc/s72-c/playinside+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3072005652107985565</id><published>2008-03-14T09:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:37:55.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Dinner Treats and Bella is at Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! We hope all of you are being good and still sharing your fluffliness with your household. We wanted to share our after treat time. This is what we do while mom is finishing in the kitchen after dinner. We wait patiently by the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qKETO-KiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/INqK8MqOfZM/s1600-h/playinside+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602528102984226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qKETO-KiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/INqK8MqOfZM/s320/playinside+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course Missy has to be a show off and do these sorts of things us huskies will not do for treats. She is quite the showoff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qKAzO-KhI/AAAAAAAAApI/YkvloGyd_Fk/s1600-h/playinside+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602467973442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qKAzO-KhI/AAAAAAAAApI/YkvloGyd_Fk/s320/playinside+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What are waiting for you ask? Every night after dinner mom makes cappucino (decaf) for her and dad and they get a cookie each. And we get a cookie too with just a touch of the fluffy milk. Mom makes her fluffly milk with this lactose free soy milk. When we hear that thing fluffing the milk, we woo and run and jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qJ8DO-KgI/AAAAAAAAApA/HaRJTKGo3Z4/s1600-h/playinside+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602386369063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qJ8DO-KgI/AAAAAAAAApA/HaRJTKGo3Z4/s320/playinside+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now here I am after our treat telling Bella about this surgery thing (it was time for her to be fixed.) I tried telling her not to be scared and that the doctor was gonna fix something that really was not broken, but she was not paying attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qJzjO-KfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/UAIqe7yn_Rc/s1600-h/playinside+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177602240340175346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qJzjO-KfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/UAIqe7yn_Rc/s320/playinside+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's very quite today without my little friend. I didn't want to eat and I've been looking for her. Mom said she will be back Sunday, but I miss her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note from mom: It is too quiet. MayaMarie is not interested in eathing, just looking for Bella, and Missy is at the front door waiting. We brought her last night with her food and treats. She is supposed to come home on Sunday, so we'll update later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3072005652107985565?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3072005652107985565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3072005652107985565&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3072005652107985565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3072005652107985565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-dinner-treats-and-bella-is-at.html' title='After Dinner Treats and Bella is at Surgery'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9qKETO-KiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/INqK8MqOfZM/s72-c/playinside+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6766496667749192930</id><published>2008-03-11T09:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:54:33.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Pups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!  We are still sharing our fluff with the house.  The air conditioner vent was a sight to see.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me and Bella were playing with our tomato and carrot toys.  They make this weird noise when we shake them.   We both realized that all this sunshine coming thru the window was really nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9ab0TO-KeI/AAAAAAAAAow/CHY4LQ7qsdA/s1600-h/playinside+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176496144527534562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9ab0TO-KeI/AAAAAAAAAow/CHY4LQ7qsdA/s320/playinside+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So we decided to look outside.  I'm teaching Bella the art of the window.  This is the front view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aagDO-KbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tCDaFUgXLt8/s1600-h/win1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494697123555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aagDO-KbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tCDaFUgXLt8/s320/win1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, mom thinks this view is soooo cute because of our tails.  Well of course it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aaZjO-KZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bwMCM19sSWs/s1600-h/playinside+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494585454406034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aaZjO-KZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bwMCM19sSWs/s320/playinside+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella still does not sit in the window like I do.  But I'm trying to teach her.   We did have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aaHzO-KYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gZAIBttuZWk/s1600-h/wind2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494280511728002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9aaHzO-KYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gZAIBttuZWk/s320/wind2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope all of you pups are making sure there is fluff everywhere.  We even succeeded in getting it in the dishwasher.  At least it's nice and clean with the dishes.   What more does she want?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6766496667749192930?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6766496667749192930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6766496667749192930&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6766496667749192930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6766496667749192930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/03/window-pups.html' title='Window Pups'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R9ab0TO-KeI/AAAAAAAAAow/CHY4LQ7qsdA/s72-c/playinside+287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5600775488325140946</id><published>2008-03-04T14:13:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:19:54.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Fluff Picking Up Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! Well, the little old cannister vacuum finally died a swift death, mom says "smothered by fluff." Well, it had to go. Don't you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So what does she do, she asks her SiberMal Buddies what they are using in their homes to pick up fluff. And let me tell you, you pups have got to get hold of the keyboards and intercept these communications. Now I'm not naming names, but somebody's mom said to get a purple animal? A Dyson? Oh but no.  Have you seen that thing.  It's pure evil.     Then somepuppies mom has more than one of these machines and she uses them all over their house.  Oh my gosh, that was just too much for me.   I was overcome with wooing......   And they wonder why we spread our fluff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So what did we get? Of course, our mom has to look up these fluff picking up machines on the internet, and compare them. She even printed stuff out. Dad saw these papers and I guess he figured he had to make good as he really messed up for her birthday last month, first he forgot it, then he got her something really lame (some kind of radio thing that was supposed to pick up bad weather and police reports, that didn't work... she never even mentioned such a thing, so what in the wooo was he thinking?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, so he went to Home Depot to get some guy stuff and this is what he came home with for mom.   It's a Bissell.   Me and Bella were looking it over and it says something about pet hair.  So this is what he got mom for her birthday.   For some reason, she is happy with this gift.   Now I don't know about you pups, but I don't consider this a gift.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821rG-bF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/3Ypp5-WB-gQ/s1600-h/playinside+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173991299130005410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821rG-bF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/3Ypp5-WB-gQ/s320/playinside+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He said it was in the right price range, because he also got her this pretty little ring.  Can you see it on the puppy on the window sill?  Not a great picture, huh?   As you can see, she has little husky pups in the window for each of us.   I'll get her to take a better picture and tell about them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821m2-bF5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/icjaHZ5k1SA/s1600-h/playinside+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173991226115561362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821m2-bF5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/icjaHZ5k1SA/s320/playinside+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, here's a better one.  It's on the pup's ear.  It's a ephany platinum diamonique with husky blue stones.  Dad actually picked that out too on some store on tv.   The pretty swan is from our gramdma in Green Bay for mom's birthday.  It looks pretty in the sunlight.    In case you are wondering, the little things on the shelf in front of the white pup are Bella's baby teeth that mom has been finding on the floor.  She actually is picking them up and saving them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821gm-bF4I/AAAAAAAAAno/IebkSRT9ltw/s1600-h/playinside+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173991118741378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821gm-bF4I/AAAAAAAAAno/IebkSRT9ltw/s320/playinside+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So now, back to this fluff picking up machine.   She had try it out, and Missy has to show off.  She likes these machines.   She layed on the floor and did this ruff ruff for mom to vacuum her.  I am so embarrased.   This is just not right,  not at all.   Look at her smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82uKm-bF1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wrfqSzsoIEg/s1600-h/playinside+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173983044202862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82uKm-bF1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wrfqSzsoIEg/s320/playinside+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you see this tool? It's a special attachment for picking up pet hair.  And look at the name on it.   It's a Turbo Brush!   Turbo (&lt;a href="http://www.worldofturbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.worldofturbo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)  do you get royalties for this?   Did you know about this?    You have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do something about this.    Your name is on a vacuum attachment!!!!!  On my dogness,  I am just so overwhelmed........Wooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82uFW-bF0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/oH3TTmqbzwc/s1600-h/playinside+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173982954008549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82uFW-bF0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/oH3TTmqbzwc/s320/playinside+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then, mom goes to the Bissell site to register this thing.   And now we find out that our buddy Indy (&lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) is nominated in the pet photo contest.   Indy, it's a vacuum!!!  How could you?????     Friends you have to vote for Indy.  A husky is the only choice.   And I still think his mom must have used some kind of special treats to get him to agree to this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82t8W-bFzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lzVXc_VqMQg/s1600-h/playinside+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173982799389726514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R82t8W-bFzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lzVXc_VqMQg/s320/playinside+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I leave you with a picture of me and Bella on the sofa.   We were actually being good and not ripping anything.   That lasted for about 5 pictures.   It took her that many to get the right one.   Ha roo roo roo.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Till later.    Husky Hugs to all.    MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5600775488325140946?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5600775488325140946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5600775488325140946&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5600775488325140946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5600775488325140946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-fluff-picking-up-machine.html' title='The New Fluff Picking Up Machine'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R821rG-bF6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/3Ypp5-WB-gQ/s72-c/playinside+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2832811542241728697</id><published>2008-02-25T09:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:14:17.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! We are all feeling better here. Thanks for all the good vibes and well wishes. Mom did a super housecleaning and the weather was really nice and she opened all the windows and we got to play outside! I played ball for a while, but then I decided it was more fun to run around with my water dish and throw it on the ground. It makes such great noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjPQwVckI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HLzxmBGegEw/s1600-h/playinside+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170945173509993026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjPQwVckI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HLzxmBGegEw/s320/playinside+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella came out too! Of course I tried to teach her the art of carrying your water dish, but I guess she's too little to figure that out yet. She did follow me all around like a pesky little sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjKQwVcjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/VpGU7lCurlM/s1600-h/playinside+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170945087610647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjKQwVcjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/VpGU7lCurlM/s320/playinside+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy did some puppy watching too. They were walking around the pool checking things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjEgwVciI/AAAAAAAAAmo/N2xmUpMJ3lQ/s1600-h/playinside+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170944988826399266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjEgwVciI/AAAAAAAAAmo/N2xmUpMJ3lQ/s320/playinside+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was a fun day, but I was very tried. I needed my rest later. The tile floor is so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8Li5AwVchI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UXZ27B77LNg/s1600-h/playinside+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170944791257903634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8Li5AwVchI/AAAAAAAAAmg/UXZ27B77LNg/s320/playinside+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We got to play on the sofa and mom opened our window. I'll have her do a post of that fun too! Oh, we have not forgotten, but got sidetracked, we still have to do the 7 weird things. I'll to that to later in the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2832811542241728697?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2832811542241728697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2832811542241728697&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2832811542241728697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2832811542241728697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/02/outside-fun.html' title='Outside Fun'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R8LjPQwVckI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HLzxmBGegEw/s72-c/playinside+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-106408019349150727</id><published>2008-02-18T12:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:23:49.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Bella Feel Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends! I had to help mom take care of little Bella this weekend. This is my nursing babuska. The fact that I actually kept it on for a picture should get me cheesy biscuits whenver I want them.   See that order form, mom ordered us Canidae.  All my friends have been telling how good it is, so I finally got her to order it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nWDwwVcfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zYKgJhoikAo/s1600-h/playinside+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168397407499940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nWDwwVcfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zYKgJhoikAo/s320/playinside+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Little Bella got such a bad viral bacterial infection in her "female" area, that she had to be rushed to the emergency hospital. She's only four months old and was peeing blood. It was really scary and mom was not taking any chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our vet was on call  at the hospital and he told mom to get right over and he took her in. He ran slides, took x-rays and checked "you know where." She's on this really strong antibiodic.   Poor Bella was worn out. Here I am giving her good husky vibes. She needed them so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nV_AwVceI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vvzdxJCClRk/s1600-h/playinside+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168397325895561698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nV_AwVceI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vvzdxJCClRk/s320/playinside+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today she's feeling a lot better. We got to play and we even aggravated Missy at the gate, but she ran off and jumped on the sofa in the sunroom before mom could get a picture. We have to get a picture of her in there. Maybe we can get in there? When Bella is felling better we'll get this gate down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nVzgwVcdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wUiHn-v7FLI/s1600-h/playinside+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168397128327066066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nVzgwVcdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/wUiHn-v7FLI/s320/playinside+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you see past the gate? That's where the dining room table (that we never use). It has these chairs with black iron work. Well, in our house, that's where we hang our harnesses and leashes. Mom says that's probably why we don't get a lot of company, our house is very husky friendly and humans just have to adjust. Ha roo ro roo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all you pups that are not feeling well and getting better. Send some good vibes to Opy and Charlie's family. Charlie feeling a little better, but they had such a scare this weekend. We wish them well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-106408019349150727?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/106408019349150727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=106408019349150727&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/106408019349150727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/106408019349150727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/02/helping-bella-feel-better.html' title='Helping Bella Feel Better'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7nWDwwVcfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zYKgJhoikAo/s72-c/playinside+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2432309995396880427</id><published>2008-02-13T13:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:52:19.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello my furry friends!    Oh my dogness! I got a package in the mail.   It's from my sweet Juneau( &lt;a href="http://woosneighs-marlene.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://woosneighs-marlene.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;).   I got on my sofa with my package. Look at my card.   It has a heart on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGyAwVccI/AAAAAAAAAl4/w1eUYVZp5O4/s1600-h/playinside+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166551022534226370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGyAwVccI/AAAAAAAAAl4/w1eUYVZp5O4/s320/playinside+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I had to get my pillow.   It's so soft.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGugwVcbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pDJEKf48D7k/s1600-h/playinside+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166550962404684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGugwVcbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pDJEKf48D7k/s320/playinside+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And the inside of the card,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he calls me his Valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  Do you see my heart pillow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGpAwVcaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Nzp4EkvvEig/s1600-h/playinside+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166550867915403682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGpAwVcaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Nzp4EkvvEig/s320/playinside+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just love hugging it, and   I snuggle with it and dream of my Juneau.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGgQwVcZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/n4suAzNALYs/s1600-h/playinside+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166550717591548306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGgQwVcZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/n4suAzNALYs/s320/playinside+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you my sweet one, I'm sending hugs and kisses and sweet eyes to you.    MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope all of you have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky  Hugs,  MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2432309995396880427?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2432309995396880427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2432309995396880427&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2432309995396880427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2432309995396880427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-special-valentine.html' title='My Special Valentine'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R7NGyAwVccI/AAAAAAAAAl4/w1eUYVZp5O4/s72-c/playinside+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4813992316184292055</id><published>2008-02-09T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:01:05.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Innocent This Time &amp; Special Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!   I am innocent this time!   And I have to tell about it.   Mom sometimes fixes toast and cheese for a snack.  She gives us each each our own piece toast with cheese on it.   We agree with Pippa, toast is so good, especially with cheese on it.    Well, we each wait our turn.   Guess who did not.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64s6QwVcYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/s_XKye2Upp8/s1600-h/playinside+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165115202082271618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64s6QwVcYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/s_XKye2Upp8/s320/playinside+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don't let that innocent little face fool you.   Mom gave me my piece of toast with cheese on it.  I said a soft wa wooo and sat so pretty.   Missy barked woof woof for hers, and when mom turned around to give Bella her's.   Well,  Bella was under the table with the whole piece of cheese.  My Furry Friends, she took the whole thing!   Oh my gosh!   There was wooing and barking and Bella ran under the chair with it.  Mom got it away from her, but it has more holes in it than swiss cheese is supposed to,  and it was missing a few bites.   Of course the piece of cheese was washed and dried, and she could not thow it away.  Mom said  we have our own piece of cheese now.    Way to go Bella!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64syAwVcXI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Vd4-B-vTLPE/s1600-h/playinside+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165115060348350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64syAwVcXI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Vd4-B-vTLPE/s320/playinside+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now this is for my sweet guy Juneau.   Kisses all over his envelope.   There's a special Valentine on it's way to you.   I just love mine.   I'm having mom do a Valentine post for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64sswwVcWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KXMC-r6lS3k/s1600-h/playinside+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165114970154037602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64sswwVcWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KXMC-r6lS3k/s320/playinside+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Husky kisses to my Juneau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all, and I hope all of you get some toast and cheese too!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4813992316184292055?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4813992316184292055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4813992316184292055&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4813992316184292055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4813992316184292055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-innocent-this-time-special-kisses.html' title='I&apos;m Innocent This Time &amp; Special Kisses'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R64s6QwVcYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/s_XKye2Upp8/s72-c/playinside+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-181841728038120791</id><published>2008-02-06T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:27:38.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Outisde My Window &amp; E Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!   I got an award from Echo.  It's the "E" for Excellence Award.    This award is giving to fellow bloggers that have wonderful outstanding styles and a fantastic ability to keep us thinking, amused and entertained.   Well so many of you do that.  I am gonna give this to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Comet and Blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;River, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Togo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Pippa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and Star and Jack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You'all deserve it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6povm2iy9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/3lrjZFzeaH0/s1600-h/Excellent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164055089826155474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6povm2iy9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/3lrjZFzeaH0/s320/Excellent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have to tell you about outside my window today.   The weather was really pretty and mom had all the windows opened for fresh air.   We were outside, but for some reason we were told we had to be inside for a while.   Why?   Well, while sitting in my window a really big truck stopped in front of the house.    You really can't see it here.  It seems the window washer person has not been keeping up with her household duties.   Am I gonna have to get the cleaner stuff and do it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poXW2iy8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/02o3l11A6k8/s1600-h/playinside+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164054673214327746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poXW2iy8I/AAAAAAAAAk4/02o3l11A6k8/s320/playinside+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, since that was not gonna happen today, mom went out front.   I was watching very closely as this truck stopped in front of the house and then dad came home too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poTG2iy7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Szm794OGGEU/s1600-h/playinside+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164054600199883698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poTG2iy7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Szm794OGGEU/s320/playinside+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See, that's dad on the back of the truck getting his very big tool box off.   He starts his new job next week and had to bring his tool box home so he could go thru it and get it ready for the new job.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poPW2iy6I/AAAAAAAAAko/FoBnNnvHxVM/s1600-h/playinside+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164054535775374242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poPW2iy6I/AAAAAAAAAko/FoBnNnvHxVM/s320/playinside+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I watched him and the truck driver push it up the driveway and in the back yard.  I have to go check this out.  I wonder what kind of tools I can find in it?   Maybe something I can hide for future escapes?  Hmmmmmm.   I'll see what's useful.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poIG2iy5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/cKeJH9lSjW0/s1600-h/playinside+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164054411221322642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6poIG2iy5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/cKeJH9lSjW0/s320/playinside+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well they're gone now.  And my window still needs cleaning.  Uhhhh,   you hoooo.   Cleaner person.   You need to get over here.   I wonder if I can get Bella to take care of this?  She would probably think it's fun.    She does seem to like paper towels.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh,  Bella goes for her last set of puppy shots tomorrow.   I wonder if those ladies are gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;be there?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.    MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-181841728038120791?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/181841728038120791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=181841728038120791&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/181841728038120791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/181841728038120791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-outisde-my-window-e-award.html' title='Interesting Outisde My Window &amp; E Award'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6povm2iy9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/3lrjZFzeaH0/s72-c/Excellent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1930277516731124860</id><published>2008-01-31T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:44:55.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Sofa Back and Bella is Not a Wolf!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!. Look!!! I got my sofa back!    I was running around on it and ra roo rooing at mom. I'm so glad I got it back. I missed it so.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsMG2iy4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/mBKaS1mjVT8/s1600-h/playinside+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161736709429447554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsMG2iy4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/mBKaS1mjVT8/s320/playinside+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now I have a question? Does this furry white pup look like wolf to you? I have nothing againt wolfs (I never met any but I'm sure they are okay cannines). But Bella is not a wolf! This is why I ask. Mom had to bring Bella to the vet to get weighed so that she got the right heartguard and frontline for her. Bella was sitting in mom's lap, being good, waiting her turn, and this lady walks in with a poodle dog. Now I have nothing againt poodles either (I've never met one), but the poodle's mom walks in ( a very uppity lady), looks at mom and Bella, and says real loud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Excuse me, but why are you in the vet's office with a wolf puppy? You can't bring that in here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom did not let her temper get the best of her. She very polietly told the lady that Bella is a Siberian Husky, and don't you see her blue eyes? The lady just stood there and looked and was holding her poolde like Bella was gonna eat it. Then another lady with some kind of little hariy grey dog (that kept yipping) said &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she sure does look like a wolf.&lt;/span&gt; The vet tech behind the desk that really likes us got very angry then. She told these ladies that they were mistaken and that Bella is a Siberian Husky and their client and that it was not necessary to create a scene because they did not know the difference between a wolf and a Siberian Husky. She called mom to the back so Bella could get weighed and get away from these two ignorant ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsH22iy3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/x99bhwqninc/s1600-h/playinside+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161736636415003506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsH22iy3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/x99bhwqninc/s320/playinside+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I show you her cutest picture yet. She is not a wolf! She's a fluffy white Siberian Husky pup with blue yes. And she's very sweet and me and Missy love to play with her. Mom wonders what these ladies would have thought if they had seen me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsBG2iy2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/dT0X3szCqXA/s1600-h/playinside+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161736520450886498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsBG2iy2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/dT0X3szCqXA/s320/playinside+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I leave you with my "I am cute on my sofa" picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1930277516731124860?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1930277516731124860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1930277516731124860&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1930277516731124860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1930277516731124860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-my-sofa-back-and-bella-is-not-wolf.html' title='Got My Sofa Back and Bella is Not a Wolf!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R6IsMG2iy4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/mBKaS1mjVT8/s72-c/playinside+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2551038850216067081</id><published>2008-01-29T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:47:39.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Embarrassed Prisoner</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends!  I ended up in prison again.    I think me and Juneau and Comet &amp;amp; Blue are gonna have to start a club.  Maybe we can be pup pals and send mail to each other while in prison?  I would prefer a file or a wire cutter.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, needless to say, I did something very embarrassing and I believe the words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"MayaMarie that's just awful bad.  I can't belive you?!?!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;were said a number of times.    This is where I ended up.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-Mlm2iy1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/WetpfwG7ZuQ/s1600-h/playinside+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160998275702246226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-Mlm2iy1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/WetpfwG7ZuQ/s320/playinside+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What did I do you ask?   I was busy playing, me and Bella do this running up to the the gates wo wooing thing.   Well, in the middle of our game, I had to pee, and I kinda peed on my sofa cushion.  Yes I did.   I admit it.  I am guilty, but it was Bella's fault.  She was making me run and bark and I just peed on the run.  You know what I mean???    You gotta understand???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MiG2iy0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ppu1ZOhuvuU/s1600-h/playinside+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160998215572704066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MiG2iy0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ppu1ZOhuvuU/s320/playinside+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, my sofa got taken apart.  The gates and the yellow cabinet got put in front of it, so I could not look out my window all day.  While the cushion got dryed and cleaned.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MZG2iyzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4q7YIzW7U9A/s1600-h/playinside+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160998060953881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MZG2iyzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4q7YIzW7U9A/s320/playinside+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom covers the cusions with fabric she finds on sale, and I'm glad she had covered this one really good.   She must of had too much fabric and had wrapped it around the cushion twice, so the fabric soaked up most of the pee, and my cushion was not ruined.  But it still got washed and sprayed and  had to dry.   Now it smells like oranges.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MTG2iyyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BMQ6AYlOSfQ/s1600-h/playinside+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997957874666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-MTG2iyyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BMQ6AYlOSfQ/s320/playinside+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I asked if she was gonna put it all back togehter for me. So that I could look out the window? Please.  It's all dry and my cushion does not smell.    Please Please. I am asking nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was in prison while the clean up was being done, and mom kept asking me why?  what where you thinking?  and why were you not thinking?    I thought about it and thought about it.   And mostly I thought about how I hope my sofa gets put back together this afternoon, so I can look out the window.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna try to be good this afternnon and I'll let you'all know when I get my sofa back.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2551038850216067081?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2551038850216067081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2551038850216067081&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2551038850216067081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2551038850216067081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-embarrassed-prisoner.html' title='A Very Embarrassed Prisoner'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5-Mlm2iy1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/WetpfwG7ZuQ/s72-c/playinside+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3572634128813210696</id><published>2008-01-25T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:44:57.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Behaving Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!  Hope you'all are keeping warm and dry.  What a wet, cold yucky day.  And we had vet visits too!     Since mom is not very brave, and our vet is not too far away, she takes us one at a time.   I think taking us all at once would be exciting, don't you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I went first and I have to say the new huskymobile is great!  They just love me at the vet's office.  I make these soft woos and I actually jump on mom's lap while we wait.   My vet, I love him.  I gave him lots of kisses, even if he did stick me with that needle and prod me with that little stick (you know where).  I'm a very petite girl, my weight is 38 pds.   He even gave me an A+ on my report.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qZSG2iywI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jZBx2Ldcx1o/s1600-h/playinside+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159604859462404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qZSG2iywI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jZBx2Ldcx1o/s320/playinside+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I needed a nap when I got home, as that really wore me out.  The ride home was very exciting.  The canal where we turn has all these ducks and seagulls and they were flying everywhere.   Mom said good thing I was set belted down.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's Missy helping mom catch Bella for her appointment.   This alone was an event.  When the little white dog gets out, we all have to help to catch her.    Bella weighs 22 pds, and she has to go back for some more of those puppy shots in a couple of weeks.   Ha roo roo roo.  Mom said she was very bad at the vet.  She kept roo rooing  at these three chichachua dogs and she would not stop.  Then she of course had to be her cute self and woo the vet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qY-m2iyvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m23cfQuc9jg/s1600-h/playinside+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159604524454955762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qY-m2iyvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m23cfQuc9jg/s320/playinside+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy went next.   She lost more weight.  She's down to 70 pds and her hips look good and no more Rymadyl (that arthritis medicine) unless she needs it.   The vet was so proud of Missy.  Mom said that she was very uncooperative getting her nails clipped (it took the vet, 2 assistants and mom to hold Missy down).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qY4m2iyuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/dDeL6wB-CiY/s1600-h/playinside+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159604421375740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qY4m2iyuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/dDeL6wB-CiY/s320/playinside+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me and Bella played with rope later.  That lasted for a short while as we started pulling it apart and trying to eat it.  Mom of course took it away.  We got ice cubes instead.  We just love getting ice cubes. Don't you'all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qYzm2iytI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GYZa567K-Rs/s1600-h/playinside+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159604335476394706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qYzm2iytI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GYZa567K-Rs/s320/playinside+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  And it's still raining!   And it's cold and windy.  I know I'm a husky, but  I would not go out in it.  I pottied on  Bella's potty pads.   Mom didn't get mad.  She said at least I knew where to go and it was easy to take care of.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qYkG2iysI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pt8Th3t6HX8/s1600-h/playinside+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159604069188422338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qYkG2iysI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pt8Th3t6HX8/s320/playinside+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope all of you are keeping dry.   Do stop and visit Clive.  Mom was so upset about him today.   He and his mom needs lots of support from all of us.  We're hoping for the best for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, we'll take some more pictures and hopefully a new video.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3572634128813210696?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3572634128813210696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3572634128813210696&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3572634128813210696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3572634128813210696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/us-behaving-today.html' title='Us Behaving Today'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5qZSG2iywI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jZBx2Ldcx1o/s72-c/playinside+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6714855038184282325</id><published>2008-01-20T19:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:03:06.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're posting a video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends! Did all of you that got snow enjoy it? I hope so, all we got was rain and cold. Yesterday we could not go out at all. Today, it was very cold, to us southern huskies, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom made a video of us at "feeding time." We get very noisey and if you notice, we are each in a separate area to eat. We don't fight, we just jump on each other, make lots of loud noise, and are so excited about food. Please excuse mom's voice, she sounds like a chipmunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(you should hear her recording for the phone, ha roo rooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;. It's kinda long, but it's our first video and mom's gotta practice. You get to hear all out lovely doggie voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f83214846a52c56b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df83214846a52c56b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36B671C1852C163F9CD5942EFF5F99402EFE6ABB.3DA4DAED8D87E7068428E7925030EA98D6BB635B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df83214846a52c56b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJxJ9DDz3giIuRnV_kHY0gFP9EIo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df83214846a52c56b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36B671C1852C163F9CD5942EFF5F99402EFE6ABB.3DA4DAED8D87E7068428E7925030EA98D6BB635B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df83214846a52c56b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJxJ9DDz3giIuRnV_kHY0gFP9EIo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dad says the kitchen floor does not have long. Me and Bella are gonna cause him to put ceramic tile where the wood is yet. We are making sure it has that lived in, used look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do any of you'all make this much noise with the food is being served?    And I think I have the prettiest voice.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6714855038184282325?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f83214846a52c56b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6714855038184282325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6714855038184282325&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6714855038184282325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6714855038184282325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-posting-video.html' title='We&apos;re posting a video!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3693576475688430174</id><published>2008-01-17T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:55:59.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Stuffies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!  Hope all of you are keeping warm or staying cool, whichever you prefer.  It's not really cold here in the south. Kinda damp and cool, it was stay inside and play with stuffies weather.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am with my bunny.   So far bunny still squeaks, but is missing a foot and an ear.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5AC_OpEceI/AAAAAAAAAiU/e2GZUbthL-A/s1600-h/playinside+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624858624586210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5AC_OpEceI/AAAAAAAAAiU/e2GZUbthL-A/s320/playinside+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom got us a new squirrel on a rope and that was fun.  Me and Bella had a good time with that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5AC5OpEcdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H0bnbjNU2ow/s1600-h/playinside+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624755545371090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5AC5OpEcdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H0bnbjNU2ow/s320/playinside+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bella played with her squirrell some.  She's working on that foot.  I've been showing her how you have to stick with one part and just keep chewing.  Eventually mom wonders why you are so quite and comes and checks and realizes that the foot is either  missing or almost chewed off.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACzupEccI/AAAAAAAAAiE/L1ZvkWBvfxg/s1600-h/playinside+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624661056090562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACzupEccI/AAAAAAAAAiE/L1ZvkWBvfxg/s320/playinside+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is was fun too!  We got this whale and we have to learn to share it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACrupEcbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LZa6V7Nakao/s1600-h/playinside+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624523617137074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACrupEcbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LZa6V7Nakao/s320/playinside+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We have more fun this way.   So far our whale is still in one piece.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACk-pEcaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rrEK2GT2VuI/s1600-h/playinside+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624407653020066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACk-pEcaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rrEK2GT2VuI/s320/playinside+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is ice cube break.    We stopped for a while and took naps.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACV-pEcZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iAVbHo0AZYk/s1600-h/playinside+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156624149954982290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5ACV-pEcZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iAVbHo0AZYk/s320/playinside+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope all of you are enjoying your day.   Mom is gonna bake us cheesy biscuits tomorrow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3693576475688430174?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3693576475688430174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3693576475688430174&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3693576475688430174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3693576475688430174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-stuffies.html' title='Fun With Stuffies!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R5AC_OpEceI/AAAAAAAAAiU/e2GZUbthL-A/s72-c/playinside+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4069099389403864933</id><published>2008-01-14T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:40:32.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have to Save My Handsome Juneau!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello My Furry Friends. Something happened today and I have to act fast! Bella came running to the gate, aroo rooing and calling me. Your Juneau is in trouble! I had told her about my handsome guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wTX-pEcYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hrcwpS0VAbE/s1600-h/playinside+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155516976105550210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wTX-pEcYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hrcwpS0VAbE/s320/playinside+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was sitting in my window and looked at the computer. Oh my poor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Juneau &lt;a href="http://woosneighs-marlene.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;http://woosneighs-marlene.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; How did this happen? That Sheriff Cosmos must have been talking to Missy. They always seem show up with something they call "evidence." I must save you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wTA-pEcWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kNPljat4V8c/s1600-h/playinside+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155516580968558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wTA-pEcWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/kNPljat4V8c/s320/playinside+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I checked mom's tools and all she has is this drill. This is not gonna work. I think I need to go out to the garage. I know dad will have something in that big red tool box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wS8-pEcVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/dFkyWYBly3U/s1600-h/playinside+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155516512249082194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wS8-pEcVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/dFkyWYBly3U/s320/playinside+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Let's see. This looks like something I coudl use. Hmmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wS5epEcUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YjhyqE6kZSM/s1600-h/playinside+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155516452119540034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wS5epEcUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YjhyqE6kZSM/s320/playinside+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh wait, this is it. I've seen mom cut tree branches and and dad cut fence posts with this one.  So I know it will get you out of that jail. Mom, I have to have this one. Now!! Let's go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wSz-pEcTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X216rf-T2c0/s1600-h/playinside+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155516357630259506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wSz-pEcTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X216rf-T2c0/s320/playinside+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm on my way Juneau. I'll show that Sheriff that he can't keep you in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And thanks to my little sister Bella for alerting me to this incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4069099389403864933?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4069099389403864933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4069099389403864933&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4069099389403864933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4069099389403864933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-to-save-my-handsome-juneau.html' title='I Have to Save My Handsome Juneau!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4wTX-pEcYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hrcwpS0VAbE/s72-c/playinside+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1253210373053845598</id><published>2008-01-12T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:01:35.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back, Lots to Catch Up, Fun Photos, Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello to all our furry friends!!!!  We are back! We know it's been a while and we apolozie, but the past three weeks were non fun for our mom and her boss. As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Turbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; would say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"humans can be really stupid and selfish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Us pups have been really good, and we have been a big help to keep mom in good spirits.  Mom and her boss are trying to keep things positive.   Keep your paws crossed.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So now, after getting a lot of demands from us and a really supportative nudge from Cosmos and Juneau's  (my handsom masked one) mom, we got her back at the computer.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;First we want to thank Echo for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Make My Day Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.  That is really so nice.  We try to be positive and have fun stuff.    And we promise to be better!   We would like to pass this on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Indy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.    AND A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU THAT VOTED FOR US.  WE WON THE POST OF THE MONTH!!!!  WHAT AN HONOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kWKepEcSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/g2xAxAjtU3s/s1600-h/makemydayaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154675617782067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kWKepEcSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/g2xAxAjtU3s/s320/makemydayaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, I'm sure you're all wondering about our new family member, Bella.  Well, she is making herself right at home.  Here we are playing with duck.   She's is so fun to play tug with.  I had this idea that I could tug and pull things away from her, well not so.   The fluffy white thing holds her own pretty good.   She's already 20 pounds.   I must be a "petite husky" as I'm only 40 pounds.  What am I gonna do if she weighs more than me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUyOpEcQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cE61OJTGYrM/s1600-h/playinside+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154674101658611970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUyOpEcQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cE61OJTGYrM/s320/playinside+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here we are trying to be good.  Really, Bella was playing it safe because she knows I can't get her when she's under that chair.  Just wait, this chubby husky is gonna fit under there much longer.  She's a real "husky" girl (if you know what I mean.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154674020054233330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUtepEcPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/CqAyvtE-bBQ/s320/playinside+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, if you want to know what Missy is doing while we are playing, just take a look.  She's in the sun room on the couch.  Mom found this pretty fleece fabic at the store and covered Missy's side of the sofa.   I think Missy needs to be disturbed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUoupEcOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Uk8p0nrdnx4/s1600-h/playinside+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154673938449854690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUoupEcOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Uk8p0nrdnx4/s320/playinside+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is a kinda of "action" shot of me and the little beast.   She kept going for my back leg.  I've really got to hop and run, she's very fast and that soft puppy fur is not very easy to hold on to.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUiupEcNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7Ylz4R68QZg/s1600-h/playinside+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154673835370639570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUiupEcNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/7Ylz4R68QZg/s320/playinside+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is our "ice cube break."   These moments do not last very long, but mom managed to catch this one.    And if you give us ice cubes we are very good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUaupEcMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/M7pPvzgMbbY/s1600-h/playinside+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154673697931686082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kUaupEcMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/M7pPvzgMbbY/s320/playinside+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That's it for today, but we have a lot more fun photos to share, especially with our toys.  Oh, and Bella is jumping on my sofa and getting in my window.  I hope all of you are doing well, and we will be catching up on all our friends blogs.   We missed you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all, MayaMarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1253210373053845598?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1253210373053845598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1253210373053845598&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1253210373053845598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1253210373053845598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-back-lots-to-catch-up-fun-photos.html' title='We&apos;re Back, Lots to Catch Up, Fun Photos, Awards'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R4kWKepEcSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/g2xAxAjtU3s/s72-c/makemydayaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-593710474111003202</id><published>2007-12-24T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:38:31.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas All Our Furry Friends and Your Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all our furry friends and to your familes!   Mom's gonna fix us a Christmas turkey loaf today.  And do you know what they are having?  This "turducken" thing.  It smells so yummy in the oven.  It's a turky, stuffed with a duck, suffed with a chicken and it has all sorts of stuffing inside it.  Maybe we can use those husky eyes and get just a taste.  I'll let everyone know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of course mom wanted Christmas pictures, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ere I am by the tree.   Where are the presents I've been hereing about that this Santa Paws brings?  And I have been good, so there's no excuse.  I even left the train on its tracks this time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733743745921202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BskOpEcLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ouYkgzteoo8/s320/playinside+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's Missy, I think she's wondering the same thing.  Of course she's been really good and she's even a good puppy hearder for mom when Bella escapes from he kitchen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsfepEcKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IheP2lPXag0/s1600-h/playinside+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733662141542562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsfepEcKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IheP2lPXag0/s320/playinside+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of course Bella had to look at everything on the tree.  She didn't take anything off, but she sure looked at everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BscepEcJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JLhAyW5xEss/s1600-h/playinside+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733610601934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BscepEcJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JLhAyW5xEss/s320/playinside+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Look at the presents under our tree.  We each got a box filled with fun stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsY-pEcII/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Y2ppxoNjHU/s1600-h/playinside+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733550472392834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsY-pEcII/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Y2ppxoNjHU/s320/playinside+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We played for quite a while. We had the red spotted balls for a while, but now we needs naps.   Bella and I lay be the gate so we can see each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsVupEcHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/T8Wo6QGJFSc/s1600-h/playinside+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147733494637817970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BsVupEcHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/T8Wo6QGJFSc/s320/playinside+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well,  Merry Christmas to all of you.   Give your moms and dads lots of kisses and hugs.  We are all very thankful for such a happy home and all that we have.    We love all our bloggy friends and wish everyone a Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Missy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and Bella.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-593710474111003202?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/593710474111003202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=593710474111003202&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/593710474111003202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/593710474111003202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-all-our-furry-friends.html' title='Merry Christmas All Our Furry Friends and Your Families'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3BskOpEcLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ouYkgzteoo8/s72-c/playinside+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7336609660433963599</id><published>2007-12-24T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:58:12.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends! Here are a few pictures of me and the new pup. We all agreed on Bella Donna for her name, and we'll call her Bella for short. Here's a picture of me and Bella playing under the kitchen chair. She's so soft, I just can't help myself. We play nice for a while and then we both get too ruff. You know, puppies have really sharp teeth and is she fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3Abp-pEb9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zP8hACmJjh4/s1600-h/playinside+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147644782088318930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3Abp-pEb9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zP8hACmJjh4/s320/playinside+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here we are playing with duck. Duck now has one wing and no feet. Mom says he does not have long so we better enjoy him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3AbkepEb8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DyfYNzuf_bs/s1600-h/playinside+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147644687599038402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3AbkepEb8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/DyfYNzuf_bs/s320/playinside+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We've been having fun and I really like my new playmade and buddy. I can't wait till she gets bigger and can run zoomies with me all over. Missy now has the sunroom all to herself. She likes Bella too! She was ruffing at her and wagging her tail. I have to get a picture of Missy the queen so you can see that she is really living it up now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7336609660433963599?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7336609660433963599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7336609660433963599&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7336609660433963599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7336609660433963599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/puppy-udate.html' title='Puppy Update'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R3Abp-pEb9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zP8hACmJjh4/s72-c/playinside+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-8557148394629750448</id><published>2007-12-21T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:58:34.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Big Secret Surprises !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh my furry friends!  You are not gonna believe what our dad has done.  It’s just too much!  The first one was kinda talked about, but mom did not expect it to happen just yet.  And besides, they really had not decided on what to get.     The SECOND BIG SURPRISE – Oh My Dogness – Wait until you see!  Mom was not prepared for or expecting “her.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the first surprise – Dad took mom’s cr-v to work because he told her it needed some things done to it and he wanted to get it cleaned.   Well, look what he brought home for mom.  A new Honda Oddessy Van.  Just right for us pups.   We can jump right in and ride.  Mom did not expect him to do this and he got her the pretty blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7lOpEb7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/6CFSMn_x4Ws/s1600-h/playinside+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146624353693364146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7lOpEb7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/6CFSMn_x4Ws/s320/playinside+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now the moment you’ve been waiting for…… the Second Big Surprise.     What more can I say!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7iepEb6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1DZeBzMCi1g/s1600-h/playinside+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146624306448723874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7iepEb6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1DZeBzMCi1g/s320/playinside+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Look at her.   Mom was so shocked.  Missy was very happy and wagging her tail and me,  I could not stop aroo roooing.   We got a real live stuffie!   And she makes noise and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7eupEb5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/koB8puBJEUw/s1600-h/playinside+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146624242024214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7eupEb5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/koB8puBJEUw/s320/playinside+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's in the kitchen mostly and Missy gets the whole house to herself.  Dad's sofa, the rug, and the big screen tv.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7bOpEb4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/HVhqWaRlUNY/s1600-h/playinside+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146624181894672258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7bOpEb4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/HVhqWaRlUNY/s320/playinside+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was out time out session.  She needed a nap and I needed to "chill.'   I was just overcome with joy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, she needs a name…… mom was so surprised and she will not put her down.   We keep calling her “little pup.”     But what to name her?   Mom got her a collar at the vet today.   She reminds us of a little polar bear.   Mom said maybe “Bella Donna” or “Maggie May.”  But we just don’t know.   She is a pretty girl, and she’s been chasing me and taking my toys.  I now have a playmate.  I can’t wait till she gets bigger.    I guess I’m no longer the “spoiled husky.” I think mom needs to change my blog to The Husky in the Window and her Sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-8557148394629750448?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8557148394629750448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=8557148394629750448&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8557148394629750448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8557148394629750448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/dads-big-secret-surprises.html' title='Dad&apos;s Big Secret Surprises !!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2x7lOpEb7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/6CFSMn_x4Ws/s72-c/playinside+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1986773205660224272</id><published>2007-12-15T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:44:17.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominated Post and Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends! The handsome Amici nominated my post of Dec.2 for Post of the Month. You can find it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/missys-report-someones-in-trouble.html"&gt;http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/missys-report-someones-in-trouble.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(note: it should be this post, the post about the outakes was put, and it was a joint mistake by all and Opy's mom made the change on the Bone Zone too.  But, mom does not worry about mistakes, so Amici's mom, do not worry, as there are no mistakes, only happy changes. You see, mom's favorite tv show is the happy painter guy, Bob Ross, The Joy of Painting on PBS, so it's okay, it was all fun stuff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am so honored to be nominated (thank you and kisses to Amici). I’m asking my friends to vote for me. Go to the Bone Zone and cast your vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some pictures of our DWB Christmas cards. Mom started off with a bulletin board and now she’s kinda pinning them to each other and it’s getting bigger and bigger and we got more in today. So she’ll be adding them too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2R8V-pEb3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ADlIlsjxGy8/s1600-h/playinside+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144373391398301554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2R8V-pEb3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ADlIlsjxGy8/s320/playinside+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to include this. Do you see these tracks around the tree. She moved some of the stuffies and put this train thing. It goes around the tree and makes noise. I got to chase it, and she did get it on video, now she just has to figure out how to put it on our page for you'all to see. That's her assignment and so far she's wasting time. She's one of these people that actually has to have the book out and the cd. You would think she was in school. Just do it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2R8PupEb2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5gcEVfTmi8s/s1600-h/playinside+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144373284024119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2R8PupEb2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5gcEVfTmi8s/s320/playinside+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And my sweet Juneau, don’t be jealous. You’re still my boyfriend, but I’ve had this secret crush on Amici ever since I was a little pup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hope everyone is keeping warm. We're actually getting some cold weather tonight, I can't wait to go out tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All.......MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1986773205660224272?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1986773205660224272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1986773205660224272&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1986773205660224272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1986773205660224272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/nominated-post-and-christmas-cards.html' title='Nominated Post and Christmas Cards'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R2R8V-pEb3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ADlIlsjxGy8/s72-c/playinside+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4322912336415896936</id><published>2007-12-11T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:22:42.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi my furry friends!  Hope all of you are doing okay with the weather.  We are still having spring and I am so glad mom has the husky air on.  We think winter missed us completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This morning mom baked us peanut butter oat cookies.   I got to clean the jar. It was so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vNdozLbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QqqNiRu7VhM/s1600-h/playinside+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810839076777394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vNdozLbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QqqNiRu7VhM/s320/playinside+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then we went outside for a while.   Mom and Dad put all these bricks down on the weekend. There's less dirt and it wears down our nails.  So that's okay with us.   Of course, I had to aggravate Missy. Somebody has too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vKdozLaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GCoMSCfE_Xc/s1600-h/playinside+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810787537169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vKdozLaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GCoMSCfE_Xc/s320/playinside+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what I got for helping with the DWB Christmas cards.  I kept bringing mom the ball because we needed a break from all that card making.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vGNozLZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-Q_nmgZNbsA/s1600-h/playinside+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810714522725778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vGNozLZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-Q_nmgZNbsA/s320/playinside+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we are helping mom make more biscuits.  Some of her friends want some for presents for their pups.  We are the quality control team, and we have to taste each batch and we get the ones that get a little too brown on the edges.   It's such a tough job.  I think the last batch needed more cheese.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have been getting so many cards.  They are so pretty and fun.   We will get her to take a picture of the bulletin board after she puts the ones we got today on it.    We will try to visit each of sender's blog, but it will take a while, so be patient.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4322912336415896936?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4322912336415896936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4322912336415896936&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4322912336415896936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4322912336415896936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping Busy'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R17vNdozLbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/QqqNiRu7VhM/s72-c/playinside+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-1273072456731300035</id><published>2007-12-07T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:22:26.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Out Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi Furry Friends!   Not much happening here.  Spring is back, so the husky air is on.  What happened to winter?  It's not here in the south.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is our favorite out take.   It speaks for itself.  Personally, I think it would have made a great Christmas card.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1mp7tozLYI/AAAAAAAAAco/DMODUmMyCgs/s1600-h/playinside+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141327292948229506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1mp7tozLYI/AAAAAAAAAco/DMODUmMyCgs/s320/playinside+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom's been working on the DWB Christmas cards and they should all be out by Monday, we have been getting in quite a few.   She's gonna fix them on a bulletin board and take a picture for us.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1mphdozLWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nb_rxUhc-Ms/s1600-h/playinside+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141326841976663394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1mphdozLWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nb_rxUhc-Ms/s320/playinside+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a picture that mom calls "A rare moment."   Me and Missy sleeping together.  I so want to sleep by her, but she's not very cuddley with me.   How this happened I do not know, but I really enjoyed being next to her.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, all of you be good and stay cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-1273072456731300035?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1273072456731300035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=1273072456731300035&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1273072456731300035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/1273072456731300035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorite-out-take.html' title='Favorite Out Take'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1mp7tozLYI/AAAAAAAAAco/DMODUmMyCgs/s72-c/playinside+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-8228442247442934151</id><published>2007-12-02T18:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:10:59.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-Take, 8 Things, and our Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi Our Furry Friends! We thought it would be fun to share some of our photos that did make it as our Christmas card. We'll share some with each post. They did not like this one because I had duck with me, and then I got in front of Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQe9ozLVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hb3FeEox6Wo/s1600-R/playinside+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139540092631854418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQe9ozLVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fUFs0dwu9Ro/s320/playinside+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our buddy Indy tagged us about 8 things we love about oursevles. I'll do four and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt; will do four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1) I love to give kisses; 2) I love to be nosy and get involved with anything mom is doing, whether it's laundry, cooking, or cleaning out cabinets; 4) I love that I came here at Christmas, it's a wonderful time; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's our secret for picture taking. The little cheesy dog biscuts mom makes. Someone did not move her hands fast enough or someone was not taking the picture correct. That certainally can not be on a Christmas card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's Missy's: 1) I love to have peace and quite when MayaMarie takes a nap; 2) I love it when mom bakes fresh doggie biscuits; 3) I love people, any people; 4) I love that I can stare at dad and make him give me cherrios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQZ9ozLUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9C-sBSDSXbU/s1600-R/playinside+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139540006732508482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQZ9ozLUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hESTypZqYU4/s320/playinside+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And here's a picture of our tree. Notice that mom has put stuffies all around it that I CAN NOT have. I watched her from behind the gate in the kitchen. Why does she torture me so? I hope she realizes that if I get one of these it's not my fault. And since my friends have advised me of this "special husky list" that Santa has, I know I will still get presents. Missy said that presents will be under the tree Christmas morning. Well, I think that all those stuffies are wonderful presents, don't you'all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQSNozLTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q5dHfLmQokA/s1600-R/playinside+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139539873588522290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQSNozLTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/whs7yEc_uqo/s320/playinside+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We tag Tasha &amp;amp; Eva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cosmos &amp;amp; Juneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Comet &amp;amp; Blue; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and our new friend Togo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope that eveyone had a happy weekend and got to decorate. And if you got snow and played in it, we want to see pictures. All we can do is dream about it. It was so warm here mom had to put the husky air on.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Husky Hugs to All. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie and Missy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-8228442247442934151?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8228442247442934151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=8228442247442934151&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8228442247442934151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8228442247442934151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-take-8-things-and-our-tree.html' title='Out-Take, 8 Things, and our Tree'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R1NQe9ozLVI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fUFs0dwu9Ro/s72-c/playinside+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-733561124698789631</id><published>2007-11-28T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:43:52.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy's Report: Someone's In Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arooo our furry friends! This is Missy and I'm reporting in. What is Santa gonna think? I keep telling MayaMarie to be nice. Does she listen? Noooooo. Her stocking is gonna be empty if she keeps this up. And I got it all right here. I had my trusty camera with me. Mom needs to know what goes on when she leaves the room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04Uto2CPmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ki0zdpa1hA4/s1600-h/playinside+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066999167041122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04Uto2CPmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ki0zdpa1hA4/s320/playinside+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First of all, Dad was supposed to be "watching the dogs". Mom tells him, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Please keep watch on MayaMarie while I go upstairs to take a shower."&lt;/span&gt; How hard is that I ask you? Well, just see for yourself. Does this look like he's watching the dog verision of &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Dennis the Menace?&lt;/span&gt; Noooooo. He tells me to keep an eye on MayaMarie. Like she's gonna listen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04Um42CPlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SRmT4eSAS3M/s1600-h/playinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066883202924114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04Um42CPlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SRmT4eSAS3M/s320/playinside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, here she is, trying to act like she's just looking at the lights on the tree. Yeah, right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04UCo2CPkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fP_Dy0H-sig/s1600-h/playinside+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066260432666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04UCo2CPkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fP_Dy0H-sig/s320/playinside+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then she got up real close to it. I told her not to get that close. It's just for looking. Be a good girl and just walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04T8Y2CPjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jPRInYmy3r0/s1600-h/playinside+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066153058483762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04T8Y2CPjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jPRInYmy3r0/s320/playinside+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And what does she do next you ask? She puts one of the little while polar bears in her mouth. I said "ruff ruff ruff." But did she listen? No. I had to get really loud when she took it off the tree to get Dad's attention. He came in the room to see what was going on and started telling me to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;be quite, don't let your mamma hear, or we'll all be in trouble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Well, da-ruff...... Or coruse, he had to chase her twice around the house with this little white polar bear because MayaMarie thinks chasing her while she does zoomies with a prize is great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04T2o2CPiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tASXvCG8x34/s1600-h/playinside+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066054274235938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04T2o2CPiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tASXvCG8x34/s320/playinside+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And this is where she ended up. Dad told me I did good job and that we have to keep her out of trouble. She pouted like this until Mom came downstairs. When she asked why was MayaMarie in her crate? I of couse started ruff ruffing. Dad told her that it was okay and nothing much happened, but to check her camera, because Missy seemed to be very busy by the tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04TxY2CPhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zm3d4idp-fs/s1600-h/playinside+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138065964079922706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04TxY2CPhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zm3d4idp-fs/s320/playinside+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh my furry friends, I was set up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is so not fair. Dad was supposed to be watching me. How is this my fault? That little white polar bear is so cute and he fit just right in my mouth. I gotta get that camera away from Missy. Hmmmmm.   Where is my masked hero? I need to be rescued.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, I hope this incident was caught in time and that Santa will understand that MayaMarie was stopped before something bad happened. I have to get her back on the nice list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, Missy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and MayaMarie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-733561124698789631?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/733561124698789631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=733561124698789631&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/733561124698789631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/733561124698789631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/missys-report-someones-in-trouble.html' title='Missy&apos;s Report: Someone&apos;s In Trouble!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R04Uto2CPmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ki0zdpa1hA4/s72-c/playinside+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2555014720042488203</id><published>2007-11-26T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:45:14.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These look fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends! Hope all had a good weekend. We did. No more medical incidents and mom thanks all of you for the well wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, we got out the tree and the decorations and was this fun. Look at all these cute little things I can pick up and run with. And let me tell you, I am really fast when I take one of these and run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0rn_I2CPgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VeL3eOjkS8A/s1600-h/playinside+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173396861369858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0rn_I2CPgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VeL3eOjkS8A/s320/playinside+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The tree is jsut about done, so we'll have her put a picture for all to see. The big project was getting me and Missy to sit still by the tree for a picture for our Christmas Cards. Hawoo woo. That was work. We got lots of biscuits and we told to sit and stay and of course we don't sit and stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0rn6I2CPfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aX2xBctOdoY/s1600-h/playinside+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173310962023922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0rn6I2CPfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aX2xBctOdoY/s320/playinside+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It this not the best place to sit? Mom's rocker had to be moved for the Christmas tree. It's in our room. This is nice. Can it stay here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We're gonna help finish decorating and she needs to make more biscuits and now she has to print the pictures and get the cards out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2555014720042488203?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2555014720042488203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2555014720042488203&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2555014720042488203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2555014720042488203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-look-fun.html' title='These look fun!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0rn_I2CPgI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VeL3eOjkS8A/s72-c/playinside+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3241257355395262754</id><published>2007-11-23T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:05:34.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksGiving &amp; Special Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all our Furry Friends! We all have a lot to be thankful for, and are so glad to have all our blogger friends to share the holidays. We apologize for not blogging all week and leaving comments (we did check on everyone though). It seems this was the week for medical incidients and we were not left out either. It was not me this time. Seems mom had some kind of reaction to the pills the dr gave her for her men-a-paws issue. She got this rapid heart beat thing, very scary and lots of tests for her heart. But it was just her horror-mones causing the trouble with the pills. So no pills for a few days, then he changed her per-cripthing and it should be better now. I"m glad I will not go thru this men-a-paws thing, I like my paws just like they are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We want to wish Zim good husky vibes and feel goods kisses. And Sitka's gramdma needs lots of husky hugs too. We hope all are doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had a turkey yesterday. My first ThanksGiving. Missy kept telling me that they cook this very large bird in the cookie baking place and the smell thrugh the house was amazing. We did not leave the kitchen. Look at this bird. Oh Ymmm. And she made it pup friendly so we got some too. And she made us pup friend stuffing too with veggies. It was a good day and then we took naps. The weather was even cool and we played outside and had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0blg42CPeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oHkx7pkUsVI/s1600-h/playinside+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136044778240228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0blg42CPeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oHkx7pkUsVI/s320/playinside+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now we have to sooooo thank Sitka for this award. It's call the Be the Blog award. She says that "it is presented to a successful blogger, one who can be the blog, make it our own, stay with it, interact with our readers and just plain have fun." Wow !!!! This is such an honor. We do try hard to be good bloggers and we love being a member of this blogging family. Thank you Sitka and Tia. You'all are very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We want to share this award with or buddies &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Star and Jack at Cyber-Sibes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Amici&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Indy,&lt;/span&gt; and with my sweet cutie (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wink wink) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Juneau and big brother Cosmos&lt;/span&gt;. All of you'all deserve it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0blOI2CPbI/AAAAAAAAAag/jB0DEy5X1pY/s1600-h/BTB%2BAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136044456117681586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0blOI2CPbI/AAAAAAAAAag/jB0DEy5X1pY/s320/BTB%2BAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, we hope all of you'all had a Happy ThanksGiving, are all getting well and staying well. We're gonna help mom get out the Christmas decorations today. Something about a picture needed for the cards? And she wants to go to some store to get supplies since she's now a week behind after that men-a-paws thing. Oh well, I know we'll get a treat becasue Office Depot is next to PetSmart. Hawoooooo. Healthy Edibles sound good.... I can have those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Husky Hugs and Kisses to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie and Missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3241257355395262754?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3241257355395262754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3241257355395262754&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3241257355395262754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3241257355395262754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-special-award.html' title='ThanksGiving &amp; Special Award'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/R0blg42CPeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oHkx7pkUsVI/s72-c/playinside+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-3991735777193215114</id><published>2007-11-13T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:22:03.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Hero, I'm Blushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, my furry friends. I just have to share. Juneau asked me to be his girlfriend. Me! Oh my dogness, I am soooo woooooing. He is so "athletic and debonair" and just like Zorro. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(That's like my mom's favorite movie hero since she was a little girl, many, many, many years ago. And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; think it's hysterical that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Juneau's mom and my mom have this much in common. What's going on with these two?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzpYWlqNLgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wQdHOguc3B4/s1600-h/playinside+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132511870431604226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzpYWlqNLgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wQdHOguc3B4/s320/playinside+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; This is my "yes, I'll be your girlfriend picture. I'm making pretty eyes and sending you sweet aroo rooos. I'll be dreaming of my cute masked bandit tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-3991735777193215114?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3991735777193215114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=3991735777193215114&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3991735777193215114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/3991735777193215114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-hero-im-blushing.html' title='Oh My Hero, I&apos;m Blushing'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzpYWlqNLgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wQdHOguc3B4/s72-c/playinside+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7607040987356885449</id><published>2007-11-10T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:57:57.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!   Not much excitement here.  The weather got warm again, and we had to have the air conditioner on.   Is fall ever gonna get here?    While outstide this morning, look what I found.   Mr. Pool Cleaner came to the edge and I was checking him out.  Do you see that little guy sitting on the end of his basket?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQ21qNLfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/em_3U0itIu8/s1600-h/playinside+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131377728482520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQ21qNLfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/em_3U0itIu8/s320/playinside+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a close up.  It was a little baby frog.  He was riding around on the basket while Mr. Pool Cleaner was eating up the leaves.   But When Mr. Pool Cleaner went under, poor little frog got all scared and clung to the edge of the pool.   Mom got the net and scooped him out and set him free behind the garage.  The people back there have some kind of pond and he must have got lost.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQw1qNLeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YEoesO7QVRs/s1600-h/playinside+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131377625403305442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQw1qNLeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YEoesO7QVRs/s320/playinside+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After that, we came back in.   I had to check out the front window.  Not much happening here.  Not even grass cutting.  Where is everybody?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQrFqNLdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EjUPsi3bBnA/s1600-h/playinside+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131377526619057618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQrFqNLdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EjUPsi3bBnA/s320/playinside+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom went to move the garbage cans and saw me, and of course she had to take a picture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQn1qNLcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RtDFk58bbUA/s1600-h/playinside+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131377470784482754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQn1qNLcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RtDFk58bbUA/s320/playinside+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, since there's nothing going on out there, I played with my goose.  I had fun running and tossing him.   I think his squeaky is broken.  Oh well.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQeVqNLbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/S2v8JxUeviE/s1600-h/playinside+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131377307575725490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQeVqNLbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/S2v8JxUeviE/s320/playinside+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was tired after all that and decided to nap on ducky.  See I had all my toys around me.  That's my Husky toybox.  Mom has quite a few of those for her crafts and gave me one for my toys.   It's fun to dig in there and get toys out.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you had a happy day.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.   MayaMarie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7607040987356885449?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7607040987356885449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7607040987356885449&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7607040987356885449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7607040987356885449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting Day'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzZQ21qNLfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/em_3U0itIu8/s72-c/playinside+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-8425509252920010672</id><published>2007-11-06T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:48:52.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing a Special Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends. We wanted to share a special day with you'all. Today is Cubby's birthday. Even though he crossed the rainbow bridge, his birthday is still on the calendar and mom says he still with us in spirit. Here's a puppy picture. He sure was a cute little white pup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJwV_Qr1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8lYhuPwGAPc/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129751439204200274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJwV_Qr1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8lYhuPwGAPc/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now look at him many years later. Wow. He had those shepherd ears and those big malamaute paws. And look at the toys he had. Mom said he never destroyed his toys. Mom liked to lean against him while sitting on the floor and reading a book. She said he was the sweetest.   He never barked, just woo wooed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJpl_Qr0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/NBWeRNwY0D4/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129751323240083266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJpl_Qr0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/NBWeRNwY0D4/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom calls this our group picture.    I have to say he does watch over me. When I'm outside alone, my tie out gets hooked to his statute so that I can't get into any trouble.  Missy says he was a big sweet guy, who was not concerned with barking or trouble and had a lovely wooing voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJi1_QrzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WoZ3amgwh0M/s1600-h/Mayapics%26RV+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129751207275966258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJi1_QrzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WoZ3amgwh0M/s320/Mayapics%26RV+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We hope you enjoyed these pictures we shared. I neve met him, but I'll take Missy's word for it that he was a special dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope everyone has a happy day and gets lots of hugs and love in honor of Cubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-8425509252920010672?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8425509252920010672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=8425509252920010672&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8425509252920010672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/8425509252920010672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/sharing-special-birthday.html' title='Sharing a Special Birthday'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RzCJwV_Qr1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8lYhuPwGAPc/s72-c/IMG_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5025180383101551680</id><published>2007-11-03T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:06:09.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Bandages &amp; Squirrel Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aroooo roooo my furry friends! The bandages, they are off! Mom cut them off this morning. Oh it felt so good! Here's me on this sofa just now playing with duck. I was not very picture cooperative today. I was too busy being happy about having my paws free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0W1l_QryI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yB9eX7nZ9Jg/s1600-h/playinside+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128780660631187234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0W1l_QryI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yB9eX7nZ9Jg/s320/playinside+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, she made us cookies today. Squirrel cookies! They are our cheesy biscuits, but she got some new cookie cutters. Pans of squirrels. Since I can't seem to catch one, and they are out front when I look out my window just running around digging holes in the front lawn,  I'll have to settle on eating squirrel cookies.   Just wait till I get out front.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0Wxl_QrxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HpEqXswqER0/s1600-h/playinside+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128780591911710482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0Wxl_QrxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/HpEqXswqER0/s320/playinside+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is our favorite place. Mom can't figure out why we both have fit our big selves in a corner under the hutch behind a chair. We just like it there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0WsV_QrwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xZ6BL5-HJSI/s1600-h/playinside+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128780501717397250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0WsV_QrwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xZ6BL5-HJSI/s320/playinside+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope everyone had a fun Saturday. What about this time change thing? Do you understand this setting your clocks to fall back? Dad is all excited because he gets an extra hour to sleep in. I don't know about you'all, but when me and Missy want to get up, we are kinda noisy. I guess mom will have come in our room in the morning to quiet us down. We like when she comes in our room and lays on the sofa with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0WaF_QrvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G4pI6IJJmZc/s1600-h/playinside+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5025180383101551680?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5025180383101551680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5025180383101551680&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5025180383101551680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5025180383101551680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-bandages-squirrel-cookies.html' title='No More Bandages &amp; Squirrel Cookies'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Ry0W1l_QryI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yB9eX7nZ9Jg/s72-c/playinside+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6615959184578466707</id><published>2007-11-02T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:30:11.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiches, Window and Sofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends.   Look at this.  I got my sofa back.  Aroo roo roooooo.   The vet took my stiches out of my tummy.  He did such a good job, now about these bandages on my paws.  He took the stiches out, but to make sure I don't bite and lick them I have to wear these till Saturday.   Mom said she will take them off tomrrow morning.   Oh Saturday can't come fast enough.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxr1_QruI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EKKzQ5sJ8wU/s1600-h/playinside+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128247229987991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxr1_QruI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EKKzQ5sJ8wU/s320/playinside+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It is so good to be able to get back on my sofa and to look out my window.   I am sure there are things I have missed.  Somebody across the street put in new plants, I see someone else cut the grass and I missed this.   And the squirrels are everywhere.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxn1_QrtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/faR4rUiJrmU/s1600-h/playinside+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128247161268514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxn1_QrtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/faR4rUiJrmU/s320/playinside+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is our nap photo.   Missy took the round bed, so I decided to make the nap interesting by sleeping under the chair.   Getting up is quite eventful and it really annoys Missy.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxj1_QrsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_KrwVB_OmbI/s1600-h/playinside+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128247092549037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxj1_QrsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_KrwVB_OmbI/s320/playinside+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I get to run errands with mom this morning.  I can't be left in my crate, because I try to eat my bandages, so I get to ride in the huskymobile and go through the bank drive thru.    We're going out in the back yard later.  I need to check on things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have A Happy Day.   Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RysxJl_QrrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/wk81l6LFcak/s1600-h/playinside+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6615959184578466707?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6615959184578466707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6615959184578466707&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6615959184578466707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6615959184578466707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/11/stiches-window-and-sofa.html' title='Stiches, Window and Sofa'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rysxr1_QruI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EKKzQ5sJ8wU/s72-c/playinside+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7318043939736371943</id><published>2007-10-28T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:35:21.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Some Fun Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi My Furry Friends!    Hope everyone enjoyed the weekend.    I'm doing a lot better.  I don't have to wear that lampshade much (only when mom is not in the room, so I don't eat my bandages.)   I go to my vet on Wednesday to get my stiches out.  I can't wait.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today mom cleaned out some cabinets and put some stuff away for storage.  She actually believes that she is gonna pack stuff away that we don't need and make the house look less cluttered.   We wish her luck.  We have been spreading fluff all over and it looks quite nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYZF_QrqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_0SK_92Dh3k/s1600-h/playinside+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530570214485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYZF_QrqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_0SK_92Dh3k/s320/playinside+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here's a picture of me looking up out the kitchen widnow.   There were some crows out there making all sorts of noise.   I still can't go out and run around.   Mom felt sorry for me.  And she went upstairs and brought down this very big yellow and orange duck.    It belonged to her beloved Cubby.   Here's a picture of him with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYTl_QrpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/mcPdjBmDGGA/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530475725205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYTl_QrpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/mcPdjBmDGGA/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seems that he never ripped or destuffed any of his toys.   She said that she knows he would not mind if I played with it now.   That's his bed that our Grandma D in Wisconsin gave him.  Even though he got too big for it, he still liked to lay on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYQV_QroI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3L3nBRgS1DU/s1600-h/playinside+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530419890630274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYQV_QroI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3L3nBRgS1DU/s320/playinside+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now I get to have fun with this duck.  It's so big and it squeaks.   I promised that I would not destuff it or get the squeaky out.   This is some toy.  It's over 5 years old and look at it.   Mom said Cubby took real good care of his toys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, Missy got to go outside.  I could not, because I'm not supposed to get my bandages ditry on my paws, but I watched her from the back door.   She went and layed in the grass and barked at me.   Just wait till I can get out there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYJl_QrnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0rK5F1fY46E/s1600-h/playinside+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530303926513266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYJl_QrnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0rK5F1fY46E/s320/playinside+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope you'all like these pictures.   Now that mom figured out how to scan a picture in, me and Missy want her to post a picture of Cubby when he was a pup for his birthday.  We'll have her work on that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks to all my friends for such good thoughts.   I'm better and mom loves me just like I am. I'm glad all of you agree too!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs and Love to all.    MayaMarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7318043939736371943?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7318043939736371943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7318043939736371943&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7318043939736371943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7318043939736371943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/sharing-some-fun-photos.html' title='Sharing Some Fun Photos'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RyUYZF_QrqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_0SK_92Dh3k/s72-c/playinside+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7405755879130365748</id><published>2007-10-24T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:09:19.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends. I'm feeling better. Thanks for all the good vibes you'all must be sending. I can't play with my stuffies, they are either to big for this lampshade thing, or I want to run with them and mom has a fit and yells "no" and "stop." I just wanna play. She felt sorry for me, and saved me the stuffing box from dinner. Well it was kinda fun, just the goofy lampshade gets in the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rx-dBp_BnKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwzAoboYlzs/s1600-h/playinside+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124987552746544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rx-dBp_BnKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwzAoboYlzs/s320/playinside+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes, my paws are still wrapped. Since a few of you have been asking, my dew claws had some issues. When mom got me as a little pup (8 weeks old) the breeder told mom that her policy was to have her vet remove them (or that's what they thought they were doing). Mom did not know anything about dew claw removal and she feels bad enough about me having to go thru this. (And please don't be upset at mom. She knows she took a chance when she got me from a breeder in another state, and she does not regret her decision to get me and she would never send me back becasue of this. (Some really mean people actually told her to return me because I was defective.  How can people say somethine like that and make her cry. Mom fell in love with me the moment she saw me.) Like the vet said, it's a chance you take, and no matter what, he called me "A definite keeper." Mom did inform the breeder for this for future pups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My vet said the dew claw removal, or attempt to, was a very poor job. My right paw had no claw, but there was this nub on my paw and you could feel some kind of bump under it. My left paw still had the claw, and it grew curled into my skin and would get infected. My vet felt it was best for me to have them both removed while he was "fixing" me. The bandages have to stay on until I go for my checkup to get my stichnes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I do want to go on record as saying "I was not broken." And this fixing involved stiches in my tummy and I can't jump on my sofa or look out my window or bother Missy. No fair. Missy gets to lounge in the sun room and go outside. But I'm treated like a princess. So aroo roo roo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rx-c8p_BnJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5syByQqqxnw/s1600-h/playinside+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124987466847198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rx-c8p_BnJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5syByQqqxnw/s320/playinside+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, I did make mom feel sorry for me. I have so wanted to sleep curled in my doughnut. Oh how I missed that. I've been trying, but my tail just could not get to my nose. So she took that goofy lampshade off. She said just for a while, while she can keep an eye on me so I don't lick or bite something I'm not supposed to. And it goes back on later, but I can live with that. Oh, this is gonna be a great husky nap. I'm making the most of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks again for your well wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all, Mayamarie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7405755879130365748?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7405755879130365748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7405755879130365748&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7405755879130365748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7405755879130365748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-update.html' title='Me Update'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rx-dBp_BnKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uwzAoboYlzs/s72-c/playinside+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7601331202146703148</id><published>2007-10-21T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:31:26.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Glad To Be Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh my furry friends. I'm so glad to be home!  The people at the vet were all very nice and took good care of me, but I so  missed home.  When I saw mom and dad, I just could not stop aroo rooing.   I got to ride on mom's lap in the back of the huskymobile (we were both seat belted) and she carried me in, just like the actress dog that played Maya in Eight Below was carried.  I'm so spolied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxvei5_BnII/AAAAAAAAAXg/phPFoueXC8k/s1600-h/playinside+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123933692326157442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxvei5_BnII/AAAAAAAAAXg/phPFoueXC8k/s320/playinside+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But, I msut say, this plastic thing around my neck has got to go.   Of course it required many vet techs to put this on, and then they put duck tape to keep it on me.  (I'm gonna find the duck that makes this tape and he's gonna get it)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can't even drink water without mom's help.  Do you see this stuff around my front feet.  They removed my dew claws and I have to wear these doggie proof bandages now.  My "boo boo" you know where, looks good. Mom checks it like the vet said to make sure the stiches are okay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now,  I can't get on the sofa, or jump or run, or get in my window, or sleep in my doughnut.   But mom did give me my soft bed.  Oh it felt so good!   But, don't you see something wrong with this picutre.  This is where we found Missy when we got home.  On the good sofa in the sun room.  Just as queenly as you please.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxved5_BnHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yjgBqnDqQKs/s1600-h/playinside+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123933606426811506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxved5_BnHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yjgBqnDqQKs/s320/playinside+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you all for your well wishes and good thoughts.    I'm not doing too much walking, I'm just kinda lazy right now, and I don't want mom out of my sight.  She has to give me lots of hugs and pets and I've been giving her lots of kisses.    I'll talk again later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7601331202146703148?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7601331202146703148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7601331202146703148&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7601331202146703148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7601331202146703148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-glad-to-be-home.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad To Be Home!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxvei5_BnII/AAAAAAAAAXg/phPFoueXC8k/s72-c/playinside+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-71209725412028723</id><published>2007-10-19T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:40:17.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello to all our fury friends. It's me, Missy. I'm reporting today because Maya's at the vet. They brought her last night. I jumped in her window as was very upset that they left without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-l5_BnGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bzZhDrNuoaU/s1600-h/msywin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123054134563544162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-l5_BnGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bzZhDrNuoaU/s320/msywin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom cooked her food, with special instructions, made her cookies and had it all ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-ep_BnFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nGG6T1KQdBA/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123054010009492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-ep_BnFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nGG6T1KQdBA/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was time for her surgery to have her "fixed." She has no clue what that means. I tried explaining it, but she just looked at me like I was talking another language. Mom and Dad brought her last night, and her surgery is scheduled for today to be spayed and to have a dew claw removed. They are supposed to go get her Sunday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-bJ_BnEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gXEtbpB0shQ/s1600-h/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123053949879950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-bJ_BnEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gXEtbpB0shQ/s320/wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Me and mom are cleaning house today. Vacuuming, mopping, and washing all the doggie linnens so that when she comes home our area is nice and clean. I must say, the house is way to quite and Mom seems so lost without her little shadow following her everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The vet is supposed to call this afternoon with an update. I wonder how Mom is gonna keep her from jumping and running when she gets back? Should be very interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Update from Mom: MayaMarie's (really wonderful) vet called.  She was resting and her surgery went well.  Her dew claws needed to be removed as they were going to cause problems as she got older, so he took care of both of them.   I'll keep all advised.  The house is way to quite without her. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-71209725412028723?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/71209725412028723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=71209725412028723&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/71209725412028723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/71209725412028723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayas-surgery.html' title='Maya&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rxi-l5_BnGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bzZhDrNuoaU/s72-c/msywin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7888279194034737294</id><published>2007-10-14T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:05:17.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Help and a Chicken was Cooked Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  Holly said we could post how we help in our family.  Well, we have some very important jobs in our house.    As you can see, I am in charge of boxes.  I get to tear them up and I can't get in trouble.  This one was good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKr2rUQOtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tzsgfB8arUI/s1600-h/cherrios+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344682102635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKr2rUQOtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tzsgfB8arUI/s320/cherrios+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I also help with the laundry.  I get the towels out and make sure they are dry. I help fold too! I also help with keeping the floor clean.   I splash my water out the bowl and make sure it's all over the floor.  That keeps it clean and cool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrxLUQOsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7FJHbsOXXSI/s1600-h/playinside+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344587613354690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrxLUQOsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7FJHbsOXXSI/s320/playinside+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hi to all.  It's Missy.  I help too, with the cooking.   I had to make sure this chicken was done. I told Dad it looked just right.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrs7UQOrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JdcfjfU1ZyM/s1600-h/playinside+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344514598910642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrs7UQOrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JdcfjfU1ZyM/s320/playinside+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then I had to guard it while Dad turned the grill off.  Maya was busy running around and playing with her ball, so she was no help at all outside.   She does not appreciate a rottissire chicken like I do.     It smelled soooo yummy. I can't wait for my piece.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrpLUQOqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yJFjeDWQtS8/s1600-h/playinside+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121344450174401186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKrpLUQOqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yJFjeDWQtS8/s320/playinside+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I also get to help with the water.  I let mom know when the bowl is empty and some puppy has splashed it all over the floor.   Why would you do that?   Then there's no water to drink.  Oh these young pups.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That's okay Missy.  I'm working on the next post about your "stuffie tail."  Just wait.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.  MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7888279194034737294?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7888279194034737294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7888279194034737294&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7888279194034737294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7888279194034737294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-we-help-and-chicken-was-cooked.html' title='How We Help and a Chicken was Cooked Outside'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RxKr2rUQOtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tzsgfB8arUI/s72-c/cherrios+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5406458219446020394</id><published>2007-10-11T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:57:11.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewed by Sitka and My Harness Has a Boo Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hey my furry friends. I got to be interviewed by Sitka, Tia added a question for Missy. This is fun! I will put Sitka and Tia's questions in red and our answers in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We all know you like to look out the window. How long did it take you to discover it when your mom brought you home?&lt;/span&gt; Oh, I guess I was about 4 months old when I discovered the window. Here’s one of my first window pictures. I learned how to get on the “doggy” sofa and climbed in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rw58aLUQOnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WY_d3tJ-Zwc/s1600-h/christmas06+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166615523015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rw58aLUQOnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WY_d3tJ-Zwc/s320/christmas06+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Your pool looks awesome. I am so jealous of it. Does your mom let you and Missy swim in the pool with adult supervision?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh yes. Only with adult supervision. We both have life jackets and mom puts them on us. Missy will only go in with her lift jacket and I’m really not sure about going in. The incident the other morning just kinda happened. I go up to the edge of the pool, but I won't get in by myself. Usually, they put me in and I swim around real quick and then want out. I like my blue kiddie pool and the sprinkler better. And thank you for the compliement of the pool. It’s not very big or deep (maybe 6 feet deep) and we have all those tropical trees around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know when you were just a pup you liked to play with Missy's tail. Have you grown out of that habbit since turning one years old?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have to admit, No. I just can’t help myself when she’s lying on the floor and she wags it. It’s just like a stuffie. That’s the reason I keep being told that my puppy license has expired. I think I'm cute enough that it should be extended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You have said that your mom bakes for you a lot. What is your favorite treat that she has baked for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have to say the banana, apple oat muffins. Hint Hint the container is empty. We need more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To Missy (From Tia) - How did you come to live with your mom and dad? Also, what did you think when your parents brought a pup into your house?&lt;/span&gt;Mom and Dad got me about 8 years ago. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Cubby (the big guy) was on this side of the rainbow, they were concerned that he needed a companion. They found an add in the paper for husky/german shepherd pup, and came and got me from this really nice family. Dad picked me out. He said there was something special about me. Me and Cubby had some good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and Tia, I am so glad you asked what I thought about this pup being brought into the house. You understand what I am going thru. It can be so trying. They have no manners. My first thoughts were “what were they thinking?” and “why do we need this?” And she still thinks my tail is a stuffie.  Even when I "ruff "  at her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay Missy, that's enough. Sitka tell your mom the drink sounds really interesting. Mom will have to add those items to Friday's grocery list. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now, if any of you did not get interviewed, I’ll give it a try. I'm there are a few good questions I could ask. Here are the rules if you want me to interview you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If you are interested in being interviewed, leave me a comment saying, 'interview me.'&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by posting five questions for you. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rw58WrUQOmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3Nt2c5t_4UE/s1600-h/playinside+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166555393473122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rw58WrUQOmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3Nt2c5t_4UE/s320/playinside+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, and here’s what happens when you leave a husky in her crate with her harness on for a 20 minute errand to get her ear wash. I didn’t want the ear wash, you could have taken me with you for the ride, and now you have to go and get another harness. Aroo roo roo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5406458219446020394?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5406458219446020394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5406458219446020394&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5406458219446020394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5406458219446020394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/interviewed-by-sitka-and-my-harness-has.html' title='Interviewed by Sitka and My Harness Has a Boo Boo'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rw58aLUQOnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WY_d3tJ-Zwc/s72-c/christmas06+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-5312299724150869060</id><published>2007-10-08T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:19:00.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwrhLLUQOiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mSDHqyCv8Lo/s1600-h/hapbirth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119151508592540194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwrhLLUQOiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mSDHqyCv8Lo/s320/hapbirth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today’s my birthday!  Missy says that since I made it to one, the puppy license has officially expired (whatever that means).   We had treats, and there was singing "Happy Birthday to Woo".  It was fun.   I am so spoiled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwrhEbUQOhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ju2jVmaNyL4/s1600-h/crisp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119151392628423186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwrhEbUQOhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ju2jVmaNyL4/s320/crisp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All I know is that I got two new stuffies,  and mom made these rice crisps with peanut butter things, and boy are they yummy.  Missy and I were allowed to get them out of the tin.    We both agreed that she can make these again for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwrg67UQOgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7TimivTmZBo/s1600-h/bdgoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119151229419665922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwrg67UQOgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7TimivTmZBo/s320/bdgoose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; This is my new goose stuffie.  Missy says it's a water fowl (she has to read the tag of course), but to me it's a big fat goose that squeaks.   I can toss it in the air and be rough with it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwrgq7UQOeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k_yaNkObJoo/s1600-h/bdmose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119150954541758946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwrgq7UQOeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k_yaNkObJoo/s320/bdmose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is my grey moose stuffie.  (I saw that Holly got a moose stuffie too!  We will have to get togheter with our moose stuffies.) It squeaks and is really soft.    Mom fixed us chicken stir fry for pups and that was a yummy dinner.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I'm really tired now.  I had a fun day and got new stuffies.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-5312299724150869060?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5312299724150869060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=5312299724150869060&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5312299724150869060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/5312299724150869060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me !!!!!'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwrhLLUQOiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mSDHqyCv8Lo/s72-c/hapbirth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-402627085038374806</id><published>2007-10-05T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:19:32.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song and the Swimming Pool Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  We were tagged by Tasha &amp;amp; Eva about our song.  Well Mom’s favorite singer is this guy Michael Buble, and when the song Everything comes in the radio, she changes the words as she sings along.  It’s really funny, cause she makes it about us pups.   Especially the chorus.  I got her to type that up, so you could laugh along with us.   She says the song is so true about us, because we make her life very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s our version of the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;“And in this crazy house, with all the crazy things you do,&lt;br /&gt;It’s woo, it’s woo, you’all make me sing,&lt;br /&gt;You’all make me laugh, you’all are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo woo woo woo woo woo wooooo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, you’re not gonna believe what happened.  It happened so fast, there was no time for a camera.  But I ended up in the pool.    Boy was that a surprise.  Missy and I were chasing a squirrel that was running on the back fence.  Well for some reason Missy decided to stop, and I was going way too fast to stop, so I jumped over Missy and landed in the pool.  There was this “splash” and boy was I surprised.   Mom hollered “come,” and I swam right to the steps.   I didn’t panic or get scared.  She was waiting for me, and she had to help me out, because I was not sure about the steps.   Here’s  a picture of the scene where it happened.  I was looking for that squirrel, but he was long gone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwaagLUQOdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/d0-qegmIMzo/s1600-h/playinside+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117947904137378258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwaagLUQOdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/d0-qegmIMzo/s320/playinside+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom was laughing and I was doing the husky smile and ra rooing and Missy was barking.   I shook myself off and went back looking for that squirrel, but he got away.  Mom toweled me off, but I was still wet and it looked like rain, so I could not stay outside.  So I got to stretch out in the kitchen and dry off.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwaac7UQOcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n7WHpQYm4-E/s1600-h/playinside+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117947848302803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rwaac7UQOcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n7WHpQYm4-E/s320/playinside+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I’m still kinda wet.   But I need a nap now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky Hugs to all.  &lt;br /&gt;MayaMarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-402627085038374806?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/402627085038374806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=402627085038374806&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/402627085038374806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/402627085038374806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-song-and-swimming-pool-incident.html' title='Our Song and the Swimming Pool Incident'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwaagLUQOdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/d0-qegmIMzo/s72-c/playinside+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-7272627236485682471</id><published>2007-09-30T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:57:45.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car with the Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends. Check out what me and Missy discovered. Dad was working on his little red sports car and we decided to check out the inside. Missy of course wants to drive. I guess since she's older, it's for the best. But she found a phone in it. We've been wanting to get a hold of a phone for awhile. There's an order we want to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA5HrUQObI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h__mL2J2kS4/s1600-h/playinside+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151980742425010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA5HrUQObI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h__mL2J2kS4/s320/playinside+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I ran inside and got the page from the Five Happy Hounds store. There's these dog beds that me and Missy want. And Mom keeps waiting to order them. Our old beds need new stuffing and the covers are getting old.   Look, I found the credit card. But do you see this phone. It looks kinda old. Oh well, the car is old and it works, so the phone has to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA4_rUQOaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EnHsMKAi5g4/s1600-h/playinside+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151843303471522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA4_rUQOaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EnHsMKAi5g4/s320/playinside+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, there must be a button you press for it to work. Aroo arooo? Is anyone there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA48LUQOZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dRxARGippVo/s1600-h/playinside+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151783173929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA48LUQOZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dRxARGippVo/s320/playinside+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Raroo rooo rooo. Dot? Sam? Thrawn? Tucker? Bear? Hurry up and answer before she sees what I'm doing. We want two of these round pillow beds and she keeps telling us we have to wait. What is she waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA43rUQOYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k1VLGkWHAwo/s1600-h/playinside+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151705864518018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA43rUQOYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/k1VLGkWHAwo/s320/playinside+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm ready to make the order. Rarooo roo? Are you'all answering? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, and I'm gonna keep trying until some puppy answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-7272627236485682471?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7272627236485682471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=7272627236485682471&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7272627236485682471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/7272627236485682471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/car-with-phone.html' title='The Car with the Phone'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RwA5HrUQObI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h__mL2J2kS4/s72-c/playinside+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6602517258062916273</id><published>2007-09-27T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:04:22.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Missy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends. Today is Missy's Birthday. She's 8!!!! This is her birthday banner and look what mom made. Birthday muffins. They are the Apple Doggie Pupcakes in the Harrnessed to Hope, Northern Breed Rescue recipie book. And look what she got, a new hot pink collar with paw prints. Mom has to take her tags off her old collar and put them on this one. (Mom asks to please disregard her cluttered counter. That's the colorful doggy water glass and the doggy peanut butter. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvxNbLUQOXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pMJfDryb8tQ/s1600-h/playinside+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115048406075586930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvxNbLUQOXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pMJfDryb8tQ/s320/playinside+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello, it's Missy. My birthday pupcakes were delicious. Look who had to grab one off the tray and run. If the spoiled puppy will allow it, I'll get mom to take a picture of me with my new collar. I had a good birthday, mom baked Cheesey Dog Biscuits, and my favorite turkey loaf, and I got lots of extra hugs and kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvxNXbUQOWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/C3ZWWdJzNa8/s1600-h/playinside+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115048341651077474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvxNXbUQOWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/C3ZWWdJzNa8/s320/playinside+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Doesn't this look yummy. I got my muffin and ran. It was soooo good. Mom got the paper away from me before I ate that too! We even aroo rooed happy birthday to Misssy. We want mom to try a new recipie every week. You'all have to get your moms to get this recipie book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So Missy, let's go see if the muffins are still on the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and Missy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6602517258062916273?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6602517258062916273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6602517258062916273&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6602517258062916273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6602517258062916273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-missy.html' title='Happy Birthday to Missy'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvxNbLUQOXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pMJfDryb8tQ/s72-c/playinside+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-2293149220079055470</id><published>2007-09-25T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:47:14.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames, Nap and Sitting in My Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends. Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I've been napping and trying to keep out of trouble. I didn't do so good on Saturday. While mom went upstairs to get laundry, I managed to remove the cushions off my sofa and pull the hariy stuffing out the sofa. Yes, you guessed, it! I spent Saturday at the vet and mom had to spend her hair cut and color money on this incident. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's hard to explain why I did it, but I blame the dog across the street. His people were letting him run on the front lawn, with no leash, and he was running around and they were pointing at me and I was just jumping and running and the cushion must have came off and I just could not help myself. &lt;/span&gt;The nice people at the vet gave me this medicine in my eye and made me throw up, yuck, and then I had to stay there all day because they were worried it was all in my stomach so they gave me more medicine so I would "squirt" it out the other end. Boy was I miserable. They called mom really late in the afternoon when they were sure I was okay that she could come and get me. I don't know who cried more, me or mom. I didn't want her to leave me there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am napping on Sunday evening. I was very tired. Mom and I had a talk and I told her I was possessed and was sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Note from mom: I knew she was watching the neighbors and their dog, but I had no ideal she would do this while I went upstairs to get laundry. I could not have been gone 5 min. All I know, is I got her to the vet as fast as I could, and she passed all stuff she ate. My hair can wait till next month, as long as she's okay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rvld_LUQOVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/23Uwm5pmmoI/s1600-h/slepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114222191806789970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rvld_LUQOVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/23Uwm5pmmoI/s320/slepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My friend Bama in Florida tagged me in the nickname game. Well here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie: Cupcake, Tibit, Sweetie, and Dad calls me Hoppitie (because I jump up for him to pick me up). And my most embarrassing, because of a few minor mistakes as a very small pup, oh, well, here it is...... PeePee. Oh woo woo is me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missy: Missy Moo, Miss Muff, and I have to tell this one .... Pumpkin. Haroo roo ro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rvld5rUQOUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3gXcVu5E6L8/s1600-h/laywin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114222097317509442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rvld5rUQOUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3gXcVu5E6L8/s320/laywin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here I am today. I was looking out the front window, but heard mom come up behind me. She really did clean the window, but I smudged it again. Hope all you pups are keeping cool. It's so hot here and today it's been raining all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Since we are not sure who has not been tagged, I say anyone that has not, you are not tagged to tell us your nicknames.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, have you'all checked out Opy's announcment about the Christmas cards? Sounds fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-2293149220079055470?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2293149220079055470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=2293149220079055470&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2293149220079055470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/2293149220079055470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/nicknames-nap-and-sitting-in-my-window.html' title='Nicknames, Nap and Sitting in My Window'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rvld_LUQOVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/23Uwm5pmmoI/s72-c/slepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4833501236949487022</id><published>2007-09-18T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:59:41.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicle Tag Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  I was tagged by Guinness &amp;amp; Shiloh in this new fun vehicle game.  You are supposed to pick a vehicle that best resembles your personality.   Well, since mom does not know that much about vehciles (just how to drive it, put gas in it and tell dad the check engine light is on), I got dad to play.  (mom had to find the pictures and post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxXG3XwSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E4MpGhMLJ1s/s1600-h/carshot_rdx_2008_alabastersilvermetallic_NH-700M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111710218859299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxXG3XwSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E4MpGhMLJ1s/s320/carshot_rdx_2008_alabastersilvermetallic_NH-700M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I would be an Acura RDX with the turbo charged engine because I have great maneuverability and can stop on a dime.  And I do have that turbo ability.  I would be this silver and gray one, Very sleek and fast.   Awooooooo.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxT23XwRI/AAAAAAAAATs/wglS1jQvzl8/s1600-h/89006-4_1972_Oldsmobile_Cutlass_Vista_Cruiser_4-Door_Station_Wagon_8_Pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111710163024724242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxT23XwRI/AAAAAAAAATs/wglS1jQvzl8/s320/89006-4_1972_Oldsmobile_Cutlass_Vista_Cruiser_4-Door_Station_Wagon_8_Pass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wanted Missy to play too!  Dad said she  would be a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass station wagon with a rocket 350 engine with the four barrell carbureator (it's a classic, like Missy), because when she wants to go, she has that extra burst of speed.   I say it's because they are both "big girls."    Ha roo roo rooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxQ23XwQI/AAAAAAAAATk/Afpwvzc0S6w/s1600-h/40_8624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111710111485116674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxQ23XwQI/AAAAAAAAATk/Afpwvzc0S6w/s320/40_8624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course mom had to include her Cubby (he's still with her in spirit). Dad said Cubby would be a GMC Yukon Denali, the XL white one, with the big 44 mud/snow tires. He was a big white dog with really big paws.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, this was fun!   And it got dad to participate too!   Thanks for tagging us.   I'm gonna tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lorenza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Star and Jack, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Indy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and Steve, Kat and Wilbur.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxJm3XwPI/AAAAAAAAATc/J1tmH7FX1OU/s1600-h/lokoutwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111709986931065074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxJm3XwPI/AAAAAAAAATc/J1tmH7FX1OU/s320/lokoutwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I didn't go out much today.  It was too hot again.  So I looked out the window.   Some one needs to clean it, it's getting smuges on it.    Have a good night my furry friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4833501236949487022?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4833501236949487022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4833501236949487022&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4833501236949487022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4833501236949487022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/vehicle-tag-game.html' title='Vehicle Tag Game'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RvBxXG3XwSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E4MpGhMLJ1s/s72-c/carshot_rdx_2008_alabastersilvermetallic_NH-700M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-262501205723877769</id><published>2007-09-14T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:28:49.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Creatue on the Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  Mom heard me in the kitchen.  I was ra woo wooing and she came in the kitchen to see what was going on.  I was jumping up and trying to show her there was something outside the window.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQzZDTCCI/AAAAAAAAATU/r_6zyPnjwRE/s1600-h/lok1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110126308521871394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQzZDTCCI/AAAAAAAAATU/r_6zyPnjwRE/s320/lok1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQFZDTCBI/AAAAAAAAATM/GNb5AM6zMIk/s1600-h/liz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110125518247888914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQFZDTCBI/AAAAAAAAATM/GNb5AM6zMIk/s320/liz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Look at it.  It's some sort of creature.  Where did it come from?  What was it doing on the window screen.   I could not get to it, but I sure could see it.  Mom said it was just a lizard trying to catch the bugs, and it was not going to hurt anything.  But she was very surprised that I noticed this on the window, above the sink from my spot down on the floor.   I got told I was very observant.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQA5DTCAI/AAAAAAAAATE/jOwSZmHYCIk/s1600-h/lok3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110125440938477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQA5DTCAI/AAAAAAAAATE/jOwSZmHYCIk/s320/lok3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I kept an eye on this lizard to see if he was trying to come in.    I bet I could catch him too!    I stayed there watching until he left.     I'm gonna go check the other windows and see what's out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have A Happy Friday. MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-262501205723877769?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/262501205723877769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=262501205723877769&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/262501205723877769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/262501205723877769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/creatue-on-window.html' title='A Creatue on the Window'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RurQzZDTCCI/AAAAAAAAATU/r_6zyPnjwRE/s72-c/lok1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6792505480701085602</id><published>2007-09-13T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:10:58.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with the Purple Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.  Not much to do because it's been so hot outside.  And today, all this rain, I didn't know what to do with myself.   Mom got her makup package in the mail and it came in this pretty purple box.   Well, thanks to Sitka's mom idea (she got to play with a cardboard carry out), my mom figured I could not get into too much trouble with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RumzEZDTB_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWwzG-vDYJs/s1600-h/box3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109812140254103538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RumzEZDTB_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWwzG-vDYJs/s320/box3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See, I got to bite it and tear it and it lasted me a good part of the day.  Then I really started ripping it up and running around with it.   Missy was not interested in playing with me and my purple box, she just watched.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rumy_ZDTB-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g_m4NoA1PPA/s1600-h/box2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109812054354757602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rumy_ZDTB-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/g_m4NoA1PPA/s320/box2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was great fun, since I didn't tear it up too bad, I have the rest of it for another day. Thanks Sitka's mom for the great idea.  It kept me out of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hope all of you'all are keeping dry.  Potty run is gonna be interesting, the yard is really wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Our vacation is coming up soon. I can't wait for October to get here.  I've been really good this week.    I'll have to let you know about mom and the packing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs to all.  MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6792505480701085602?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6792505480701085602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6792505480701085602&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6792505480701085602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6792505480701085602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/playing-with-purple-box.html' title='Playing with the Purple Box'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RumzEZDTB_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/yWwzG-vDYJs/s72-c/box3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-4616311757821693366</id><published>2007-09-05T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:20:40.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Trouble Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi my furry friends.   I'm in troube again.  Mom had to run a few errands and when she came home, the tray to my crate was half pushed out and I knew I was in trouble.  Don't I look sorry?   I tried my best sorry look.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rt9QHut_EUI/AAAAAAAAASs/BzjWhOC0nZU/s1600-h/sofawindow+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106888596191646018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rt9QHut_EUI/AAAAAAAAASs/BzjWhOC0nZU/s320/sofawindow+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See what I did it?  I ate a hole in it.  I tried telling her it was not so bad, but she was not happy, especially since this is the second tray.  The first tray, I actually ripped and broke it in half, right down the middle and it could not be fixed, so Mom had to call the company that makes them and get this second one.   Well, I have to go bother Missy now, she's sleeping under the table and looks way to peacful.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She's kinda concerned about our vacation in October if I want to travel with them.  I told her I don't want to stay at the vet's, I want to be with them.    Mom asks if any of you have any suggestions on "good crate behavior" to ler her know.   She can't give me "busy items" like other dogs.    I can't have nylabones or those hard plastic bones, I eat them.  And those healthy edibles, I break them and make sharp edges.   I got my bottom jaw caught in my red kong and the rawhide chewy caught in my throat.    Good thing I have a Mom that saves me from the assorted incidents I get myself into.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have a Good Night.  MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;From Mom:  She is not bad,  but this one, you have to keep an eye on.  You can't leave her unattended with a toy or something that another dog can be trusted with.  You can leave Missy in a room with food and glassware and come back and not a thing is out of place, but this one is so different.    I really try to keep her so safe that I worry I'm not letting her be a dog, but she manages to do things that can really get her sick and then we have to rush to the vet.   Her crate was her safe place and the new tray lasted about a month.   She seemed fine without the tray, so we'll try that for a while.  (MayaMarie's mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-4616311757821693366?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4616311757821693366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=4616311757821693366&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4616311757821693366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/4616311757821693366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-in-trouble-again.html' title='I&apos;m In Trouble Again'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rt9QHut_EUI/AAAAAAAAASs/BzjWhOC0nZU/s72-c/sofawindow+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-617678006491423172</id><published>2007-09-02T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:17:48.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi to my furry friends.   Mom got some good action shots of me catching my squeaky ball thing.  Here I am getting ready.  It's in the air.  This is my get ready look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgL-t_ETI/AAAAAAAAASk/etrKAaP8lh4/s1600-h/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105639623996936498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgL-t_ETI/AAAAAAAAASk/etrKAaP8lh4/s320/ready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I jumped up to catch it!  Missy was not interested.   Look at those teeth.  Great for catching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgHOt_ESI/AAAAAAAAASc/N6x5W59cCog/s1600-h/gotit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105639542392557858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgHOt_ESI/AAAAAAAAASc/N6x5W59cCog/s320/gotit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And I caught it.  Missy was squeaking a red ball, trying to distrach me.  But I caught my squeaky thing anyway.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgB-t_ERI/AAAAAAAAASU/cH4t5DvJQgw/s1600-h/catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105639452198244626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgB-t_ERI/AAAAAAAAASU/cH4t5DvJQgw/s320/catch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We know they are kinda blurry, but they are action shots and Mom actually managed to catch them at just the right time.  Mom made ground buffalo meatballs for dinner last night (very light and tasty), so we're having pizza with the leftovers.    We can't wait.   She make them dog friendly so we could have some too (with mozrella cheese).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Keep cool and have a safe holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-617678006491423172?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/617678006491423172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=617678006491423172&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/617678006491423172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/617678006491423172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/09/action-photos.html' title='Action Photos'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtrgL-t_ETI/AAAAAAAAASk/etrKAaP8lh4/s72-c/ready.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6800759060416929232</id><published>2007-08-30T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:20:40.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Give Mom High Blood Presure</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I managed to get in trouble again.  Mom says I am gonna give her high blood presure and I am definitly helping her keep the Pepsid people in business.    You see, Dad let me and Missy out in the morning (unsupervised).  Mom usually takes us out, and I am on a leash.  But......... Dad didn't follow the rules this time and let me out loose.   Mom just wanted to wash her face and wake up.    Well, when she came in the kitchen and asked where we were and Dad told her, she came out looking for us.     Of course,  Missy was at the back door waiting.  Me, I was coming along, slowly and then went to grab a few bites of grass.   Mom knew something was up.     She got me in and of course asked "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what did you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  Like I'm gonna answer.     She fixed our breakfast, which is our usual serving of cherrios and sliced bannana.   I didn't want any.  She knew that was not right because I always want my cherrios and bannana.   I didn't even want a biscut.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzMut_EQI/AAAAAAAAASM/whxJdPMSCYQ/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675365184278786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzMut_EQI/AAAAAAAAASM/whxJdPMSCYQ/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, she went outside to see if there was something I could have gotten into.  And look what she found.   I think she was gonna have a heart attack.  First she told Dad he is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;never, never, never let me outside unsupervised and not on my leash ... ever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; She said some other stuff, but I'm not gonna repeat that.   Boy was she mad.   First she looked on the internet and of couse she could not find anything on these particular yellow mushrooms.   Then she got on the phone and call my favorite place to go.   The vet.     She explained that there were these two yellow mushrooms in the back yard, and described them (you should have heard that explanation) and one had a bite missing.   The vet told her that those were not bad ones, but that I still should not eat them and that I would probably have an upset tummy and that she could bring me in if she wanted, but was sure it was okay.  And I could have half a Pepsid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzIOt_EPI/AAAAAAAAASE/KlsENu5SAps/s1600-h/yellowmush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675287874867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzIOt_EPI/AAAAAAAAASE/KlsENu5SAps/s320/yellowmush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I was checked out anyway and I'm okay.   My vet's office manager said that I am now the official&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"dennis the menace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" of their office because of all the things I get into.&lt;/span&gt;    With all the rain we have been having the front yard is full of some really strange looking mushrooms and one side of the yard had those two yellow mushrooms.    The vet told her that I was okay and not to let me eat any more mushrooms.   I really didn't mean to do anything bad.  I'm just busy when I'm outside checking things out.   And for some reason, I have to taste it.    So now &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE RULE IS &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mom goes with me outside and I'm on a nice 7 foot leash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she makes sure I don't get into anything.    She goes outside before me and Missy and checks the yard for anything and everything.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzCOt_EOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NL3ro8HkzxE/s1600-h/m%26mfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104675184795652322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzCOt_EOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NL3ro8HkzxE/s320/m%26mfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I came home, I rested by Missy with fox and was good all day.   I promised Mom I would not eat something like that again.     I wonder if she thinks the catching of the bumble bee (I spit it out) and and jumping up and catching the bird incidents were not so bad.  Yes I did.  I jumped up and caught a bird in flight in the yard.  I didn't know Mom could run that fast and holler at the same time.  She tackled me, made me drop the bird and had to take that to the animal shelter.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So you pups be careful with all the rain if your have mushrooms growing in your yard.  Don't eat them.  You could get very sick.   Mom read that some of them are poison.  So be extra careful!  Please.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Husky Hugs, MayaMarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662310909830479264-6800759060416929232?l=mayamariewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6800759060416929232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662310909830479264&amp;postID=6800759060416929232&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6800759060416929232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662310909830479264/posts/default/6800759060416929232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayamariewindow.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-give-mom-high-blood-presure.html' title='How to Give Mom High Blood Presure'/><author><name>The Husky in the Window</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349586466158263602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/Rnh9YsoghzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zr_NFLL2b9w/s320/mayawindow+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtdzMut_EQI/AAAAAAAAASM/whxJdPMSCYQ/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662310909830479264.post-6900843498690977471</id><published>2007-08-28T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:37:12.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Silly in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi to all! It is hot and now raining, and the yard is so wet. What are we to do inside. Mom was in the kitchen putting away dishes and Dad said we looked bored. So he wanted to see what we would do if he raised the gate in the kitchen. Look at this. He put his feet under it. What does he expect us to do? The limbo? I tried telling him rarooo rooo roo (put it back down), but he would not listen. Missy even barked at him. Then look at what he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJkOt_ENI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bPPD89Nh1i4/s1600-h/gatefeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103925901981061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJkOt_ENI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bPPD89Nh1i4/s320/gatefeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He showed Missy biscuits. And she went under the gate to get them!! Look at her. Who knew she could do this? I was not getting under that gate. I know the noise it makes when it falls. I bark at it and run to Mom and tell her it was not me. No way was I doing that. Missy can have those biscuits.  (No dog was hurt during this play time. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJfet_EMI/AAAAAAAAARs/mj-ngQ5EsEU/s1600-h/M%26Mgate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103925820376682690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJfet_EMI/AAAAAAAAARs/mj-ngQ5EsEU/s320/M%26Mgate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After that, Mom opened the gate and we got to run thru the house. Of course  she missed the one of me jumping on the bed.  We ran in the sun room (no sun  but she could turn on the light) and I made a jump at Missy. Mom can't believe she got this shot. Missy and I play tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJYet_ELI/AAAAAAAAARk/NB3M0XGRcIM/s1600-h/standin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103925700117598386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJYet_ELI/AAAAAAAAARk/NB3M0XGRcIM/s320/standin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then she decided the light needed to be on (duhhhh) and she caught us on the sofa. She says we're too fast for the action shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJS-t_EKI/AAAAAAAAARc/OHfD3obpAMA/s1600-h/playsunsof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103925605628317858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U208i1CiTFA/RtTJS-t_EKI/AAAAAAAAARc/OHfD3obpAMA/s320/playsunsof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="colo
