<?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-9033403660027144992</id><updated>2011-09-28T22:59:33.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A puppy raisin' family (ADIT Orianna II)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-3609857110191714924</id><published>2008-04-02T11:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:25:13.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOOOOM!!!! No More Pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hey! It's me, Orianna! It's been a while since Mom has let me on here to type...but little does she know, I hop up and type away while she's not looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So, how am I doing, you want to know? Well, I'm doing GOOD! I'm working really hard, even though sometimes I get a little distracted. Mom says its because I have a whole lot of energy, but I don't know how to not have energy! I just do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm learning roll right now, and I'm doing okay with it. It is really hard for me to stop on my back...I want to keep going! I guess it's all those dogs on TV who "roll over," but I don't get to do the "over" part. Sigh. Those dogs are so lucky. I'm also good at not reacting to loud noises, which mom seems to think it good. I don't see what all the fuss is about, frankly. But do you know what I don't like? Stairs. Certain stairs are okay, like short ones, but longer ones mom sometimes has to offer me some kibble to get me to take them. I just don't like them much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184669236649474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R_OlM4BjOZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LJYIML4U91w/s320/oriannaupsettobewet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The picture is of me taking a bath, and the look on my face is because I was thinking, "Why do they put me in here and take pictures? It's so embarrassing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-3609857110191714924?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3609857110191714924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=3609857110191714924' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3609857110191714924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3609857110191714924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/04/mooooom-no-more-pictures.html' title='MOOOOOM!!!! No More Pictures!!!!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R_OlM4BjOZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LJYIML4U91w/s72-c/oriannaupsettobewet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7178952923598550073</id><published>2008-03-04T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:22:32.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R82TKk8aJkI/AAAAAAAAASg/Fds5WUBdQOg/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173953356843591234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R82TKk8aJkI/AAAAAAAAASg/Fds5WUBdQOg/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, February is over, and Orianna has officially turned 9 months old! I can’t believe it; time seems to have flown since I picked her up last July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s doing a great job so far. Right now, the command we're having issues with is "lap."  Orianna has a little issue where when she sits next to a chair, she likes to scoot away from it as she sits down. I’m working on luring her in- I’ll coax her in close with a treat, but sure enough, as she goes to sit, she scooches right on back. So, we’re working on it, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another we’re working hard on is her excitable greetings. Orianna is a HAPPY little girl, and she loves people. Sometimes a little too much. Let’s just say she loses herself in the moment sometimes. She is funny though, because sometimes she’ll start to jump and then realize what she’s done and slam herself back to the ground when she remembers she isn’t supposed to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orianna is still a tiny gal weighing in at 42 pounds (as of her last weigh three weeks ago). It is funny to compare her with the other CCI pups I’ve raised…Kekah weighed right at the same at Anna’s age, Rogue weighed nearly seventy pounds. I guess I have a knack for petite females. Orianna will be getting weighed again on Friday when we have our vet appointment for her bordatella booster, so we’ll see how much it’s changed in the past couple weeks, although I doubt it’s much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got a ton of pictures to post but haven’t had time to resize them to fit on the blog, but hopefully I’ll get them up soon. In the meantime, I hope everyone is well! Ciao!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-7178952923598550073?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7178952923598550073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7178952923598550073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7178952923598550073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7178952923598550073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R82TKk8aJkI/AAAAAAAAASg/Fds5WUBdQOg/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7820507123704590546</id><published>2008-02-18T00:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:55:14.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass with Flying Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So first my apologies for having been a lazy blogger and lazy for not uploading new pictures off of my camera for a while.  They are there, I promise...I just haven't done it yet!  Coming soon to a blog near you, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight brought an unexpected and quite frightening test: a couple of tornadoes swept through Macon this evening.  Don't worry!  We're all fine.  Just fine.  But, as I'm hearing the weather sirens go off tonight, I'm trying to heard all of my animals to safety.  The contingency plan is this: two cats in the walk-in closet, Kekah and Brian in the bathroom, me and Orianna in the laundry room.  We are lucky in that we have several great rooms with no windows.  So, Orianna and I chilled in the laundry closet for twenty minutes until danger had passed.  And I must say, even though I was quite hysterical, Orianna was JUST fine.  Kekah was freaking out some, panting and such, so we could tell she could sense the weather.  Orianna just hung out, calm as a cucumber.  I was very proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, there's our little update.  I promise I'll come back this week and post a sufficiently long update with pictures.  I have been bad--slaps self on wrist--will do better!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-7820507123704590546?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7820507123704590546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7820507123704590546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7820507123704590546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7820507123704590546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/02/pass-with-flying-colors.html' title='Pass with Flying Colors'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-6985691490185761299</id><published>2008-01-20T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:44:50.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of a Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770179937976626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R5QUptBOQTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BSV7bA-wGXw/s320/kekandoriannaincratetogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I, who is Boo, wonder whatever Orianna will do without me. I teach her all kinds of stuff (Drop, not to chase cats, most effective way to get peanut butter out of kong). True, she sometimes annoys me, but I have to take the newbies under my wing (paw). How else would she learn. But then, I know in several months she'll have to strike out on her own (don't know why I talk about this now...she still has a while!) and I wonder what she will do then. She will not have dog to follow around and annoy. Will be hard. She will have to annoy kennelmate, instead, most likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey, It's Sawyer, and I'm glad I'm not Kekah...Orianna follows her everywhere she goes. So, I sit up here, watching &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R5QU29BOQUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7THU_h6sceE/s1600-h/sawyerfunnyinchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157770407571243330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R5QU29BOQUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7THU_h6sceE/s320/sawyerfunnyinchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;safely and amusing myself at Kekah's plight. Here's the story that goes with the picture at the top: Kekah NEVER goes into a crate anymore, not since she was released from CCI. She's never needed to. Anyway, the other day, Orianna was following her and wouldn't stop trying to play. Kekah was tired, I could tell...I know the look well, since I have it on my own face most of the time. Anyway, she went into Orianna's crate to try to get away from her...I think she was hoping Mom would shut her in there so at least in the crate she'd have some peace. Nope. Orianna went right on in with her!  Well, Roxie would post, but apparently she's busy bathing.  She'll catch it next time.  Goodnight!&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-6985691490185761299?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6985691490185761299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=6985691490185761299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/6985691490185761299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/6985691490185761299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/shadow-of-boo.html' title='Shadow of a Boo'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R5QUptBOQTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BSV7bA-wGXw/s72-c/kekandoriannaincratetogether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-1195330393178489092</id><published>2008-01-06T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:42:19.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Drop in One Easy Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R4EDPdBOQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ctmSBjlUHgI/s1600-h/annabellecmastire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152403012711235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R4EDPdBOQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ctmSBjlUHgI/s320/annabellecmastire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Teaching a dog who is not-so-food motivated can prove to be a challenge at times, but fortunately, I have some convenient help.  And so here is the story of Orianna learning the "Drop" command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'd been working on it several days with no fruit.  If Orianna had a toy, it was far more interesting to her than whatever I was offering, be it another toy or a treat, etc.  I was getting frustrated, so decided to take a little break.  I put Orianna in her crate and gave both she and Kekah (who is not in crate at this point) nylabones.  Kekah, intuitive little sucker that she is, walks toward me with her nylabone in her mouth, looking at me like, "I know Drop!  Say it, say it!"  So, I said it.  And Kekah dropped the bone into my hand.  Keep in mind, we are right in front of Orianna's crate, and Orianna has seemed to be watching Kekah intently, which I am finding fairly amusing at this point, because her admiring gaze reminds me of how I used to look at my big sister when I was younger.  Anyway, Kekah and I do the drop a few more times, and I close Kekah in the bedroom and take Orianna out of the crate to practice some more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, right off the bat, I say drop, and she drops the tire toy she is playing with.  I think, "No way!"  I encourage her to play with another toy, and then I say drop again.  She drops it in record time.  At this point I'm sure this couldn't have worked, but I do it a while longer.  Later in the day, I ask her drop something else, pretty sure she will have forgotten.  Nope!  She dropped it.  And now she is doing the Drop anytime I tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I, who is Kekah, don't know why Mom acts so surprised.  I know what I'm doing.  Hee,hee,hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-1195330393178489092?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1195330393178489092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=1195330393178489092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1195330393178489092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1195330393178489092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-drop-in-one-easy-step.html' title='Learning Drop in One Easy Step'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R4EDPdBOQMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ctmSBjlUHgI/s72-c/annabellecmastire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-645950427024318659</id><published>2008-01-01T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:11:40.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008--Year of the Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay, so maybe I made that whole "Year of the Dog" thing up...I really have no idea. But in our house, it is year of the dog! YAY! It is past midnight and so is 2008, and I, Orianna am excited about ringing in the new year. 2007 was a busy year for me, so let's recap, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150399109819940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nks9BOQFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XZVufPe0Rpk/s200/justbornnursing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;May 28, 2007...I was born! My sisters and brothers and I came into the world where we spent eight weeks with our mom, Senta and our breeder/caretaker Martha before heading out to find our places in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150399388992815202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nk9NBOQGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eN-ZiM0PE1I/s200/ORIANNA-AtMartina%27sHouse110.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;July 25, 2007...next stop, Macon, Georgia! I get my official nickname, "Annabelle" and meet my new friend Kekah. They drank a lot of sweet tea, and it was H-O-T, much more so than where I came from. I don't know about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150399814194577522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nlV9BOQHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JLf0yjrYlsI/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;August 2007...my first puppy classes, where I work on sit, down, and let's go. I have to wear that silly nosinator (or gentle leader, as some call it). Upside: I get a lot of treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150400110547320962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nlnNBOQII/AAAAAAAAAMY/ufIUD58n4b8/s320/oriannababybulldog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;September 2007...I learn that football in the South is like a religion, and everyone here eat, sleeps, and breathes it. My Daddy gives me a toy football, which I still like to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150400355360456850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nl1dBOQJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kPAXLw1gzgY/s320/halloween07kekahoriannasweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;October 2007...I dress up as Thing Two for Halloween and move out of Mom and Dad's bedroom and into my big-girl crate in the living room. I now know several commands and have stopped trying steal things off of the coffee table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150401003900518562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nmbNBOQKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d9-5jcffkv0/s320/oriannainsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;November 2007...I take my first public outings (other than puppy class) and wear my big girl cape, which had to have the strap sewn a little tighter to fit me because I am so small. Yep, I'm a little girl :-) I also had my big girl vaccines!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150401360382804146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nmv9BOQLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pRt6I3x_Hts/s320/cmas07oriannafrog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;December 2007...SANTA CAME!!!!!! And he brought me a FROGGIE for Christmas!!! And yes, Georgia has gotten to me...I can't wait to watch the Dawgs play in the Sugar Bowl tomorrow, and I now say things like, "bless your heart" and "y'all". What can I say? A lot of humans down here wear shirts that say GRITS: Girls Raised in the South. Yep, that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! GOODNIGHT! Love, Orianna and the gang&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-645950427024318659?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/645950427024318659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=645950427024318659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/645950427024318659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/645950427024318659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-year-of-dog.html' title='2008--Year of the Dog!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R3nks9BOQFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XZVufPe0Rpk/s72-c/justbornnursing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4670816925487498156</id><published>2007-12-15T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:21:24.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for My Close Up...Or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2Skz9BOP7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/M5tP6LQ3VK8/s1600-h/oriannacmas07lick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144417886823923634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2Skz9BOP7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/M5tP6LQ3VK8/s320/oriannacmas07lick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Hello, all! Orianna had her photo shoot for her Christmas card this week, and let's just say she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2SlBdBOP9I/AAAAAAAAALA/V52VDwVUFGk/s1600-h/oriannacmas07nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2Sk6dBOP8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/E3DKj48fS3U/s1600-h/oriannacmas07lookclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;did NOT want to take the picture. At all. She is usually very good about staying still, but for some reason, this was just a challenge. I won't post the picture we actually used on our card until Christmas, but here are some pictures to show you vaguely how the photo shoot went, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144420201811296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2Sm6tBOQAI/AAAAAAAAALY/P3SWcJ2Ds0E/s200/oriannacmas07lookclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144420334955282450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2SnCdBOQBI/AAAAAAAAALg/MR6LeXw1ORI/s200/oriannacmas07nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2SlpNBOP-I/AAAAAAAAALI/kvEP8XlHCzw/s1600-h/kekahcmas07smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144418801651957730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2SlpNBOP-I/AAAAAAAAALI/kvEP8XlHCzw/s200/kekahcmas07smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I, who is Boo, KNOW how to take a good Christmas picture. I am a seasoned professional. Orianna has come a long way, but she's still got a lot to learn...especially since these CCI folks are always wanting pictures of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We cats do not hold for photographs, although we are very photogenic. If a human is lucky enough to capture us, why, they are very fortunate indeed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144420880416129058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2SniNBOQCI/AAAAAAAAALo/gsJyl1Kk3NA/s200/LatestPicsFromCamera+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whatever, Roxie...I was just laying under the tree with Roxie, so mom snapped a picture of us, too. Hope you've enjoyed this little glimpse into our photo shoot. Back to my nap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/9033403660027144992-4670816925487498156?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4670816925487498156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4670816925487498156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4670816925487498156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4670816925487498156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-for-my-close-upor-not.html' title='Ready for My Close Up...Or Not!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R2Skz9BOP7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/M5tP6LQ3VK8/s72-c/oriannacmas07lick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-2437247990622411092</id><published>2007-12-06T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:41:26.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ba-a-a-a-a-ck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R1eLRFM_HLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OeZh7P1BMbk/s1600-h/oriannalaysonmanuscript.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140730625237392562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R1eLRFM_HLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OeZh7P1BMbk/s320/oriannalaysonmanuscript.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello! Okay, yes, I realize we seem to have fallen off the face of the earth. But the good news is...we didn't! In my defense, everything happened at once for me: my sister's wedding, a death in the family, I'm doing a community theatre show that is playing right now, and I finished the first draft of my new novel (that's what Orianna is laying on in tha above picture, by the way!) So, here is a big long post to make up for me not posting about Orianna in a looooong time. Oh, wait, I think she wants to tell you herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thanks, Mom. Yes, at six months old, I am a big girl now, weighing in at just under forty pounds (hey! it is big for me!!!) Actually, I'm a little bit of a munchkin, but I make up for it in spirit! So, what have I been up to lately, you're wondering, huh? Well, I went to visit Mom's grandpa at his retirement community. The people there smelled a little funny to me, and mom kept having to remind me not to sniff them. I still say they didn't smell like other people I know. Oh, well, what's a pup to do? They were all nice, though, and I wasa good girl. I got treats for being good and minding my manners. I also went into Barnes and Noble with Mom to buy a book, and the lady at the counter told mom what a good girl I was. Mom didn't need telling...she already knows I am a good girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've been working on Heel lately, and I haven't quite gotten it yet, but I'm learning. I am a very bouncy puppy, so Mom has to try really hard to keep me from bouncing into every command she gives. I can't help it! I am a happy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. Will make sure Mom posts more often! Beauty and the Beast will be over Sunday, so hopefully Mom will be back to regular life soon (she has a triple role as a villager/napkin/wolf in the show, and she looks silly, especially as the napkin!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-2437247990622411092?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2437247990622411092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=2437247990622411092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/2437247990622411092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/2437247990622411092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-ba-a-a-ck.html' title='I&apos;m Ba-a-a-a-a-ck!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/R1eLRFM_HLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OeZh7P1BMbk/s72-c/oriannalaysonmanuscript.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-546773117936459208</id><published>2007-11-21T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:59:48.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi, everyone.  I just wanted to type a little update about Annabelle and I since it has been too long, and I know everyone knows I usually post at least once a week.  I didn't update for a whle leading up to my sister's wedding, and then we had a death in the family here recently, so I just have not been able to keep up.  I promise that as soon as the Thanksgiving holiday winds down, I will do a big long, completely satisfying post about all of Orianna's whimsical adventures.  Until then, please let it suffice to say she is healthy, happy, and learning well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-546773117936459208?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/546773117936459208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=546773117936459208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/546773117936459208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/546773117936459208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-blackout.html' title='A Blog Blackout'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-189134328508831509</id><published>2007-11-08T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:18:03.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RzM2mKkSQUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nb4Q80Lpq5M/s1600-h/oriannainsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130504429804601666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RzM2mKkSQUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nb4Q80Lpq5M/s320/oriannainsun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi, everyone! Sorry we haven't updated in a week...my sister is getting married on Saturday and so all is utter chaos around here! Anyway, just wanted to post a quick "hi" and "all is well" and I'll be back to more regular posting next week. Just didn't want you to think we'd dropped off the face of the earth since we usually post every few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Orianna: Mom is stressed...Aunt Courtney is stressed...weddings apparently take a lot of planning...I wouldn't know...unfortunately, they didn't ask me to be the flower girl :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9033403660027144992-189134328508831509?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/189134328508831509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=189134328508831509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/189134328508831509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/189134328508831509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/flower-dog.html' title='Flower Dog'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RzM2mKkSQUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nb4Q80Lpq5M/s72-c/oriannainsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-6714618126249652593</id><published>2007-10-31T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:56:22.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBQHjRerI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aWIhEKgMqco/s1600-h/halloween07kekahorianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127560658410371762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBQHjRerI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aWIhEKgMqco/s320/halloween07kekahorianna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy Halloween (my first one! YAY!) Love, Orianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127560752899652290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBVnjResI/AAAAAAAAAKI/--6zpwitfkI/s320/halloween07kekahoriannasweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's my favorite day, but probably because my nickname is Boo! Heehee! Have a fun one, love Kekah, aka Thing 1 (please note the one, because I was here first!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127560873158736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBcnjRetI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JgaVtm3z1Xg/s320/halloween07sawyerlion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Heh, heh! I have a MAINE! (Haha, get it...Maine coon...Mane....) Roxie was a little more hesitant to get into her costume than I was, although I thought hers was very appropriate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127560971942984418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBiXjReuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gHr5pN-D8Vg/s320/halloween07roxiewitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How utterly humiliating...&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-6714618126249652593?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6714618126249652593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=6714618126249652593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/6714618126249652593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/6714618126249652593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyjBQHjRerI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aWIhEKgMqco/s72-c/halloween07kekahorianna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8180581019468273461</id><published>2007-10-27T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:14:55.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyP-ZXjReoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/erq9sX5HH_E/s1600-h/annabelleandsawyersquareup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126220512649902722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyP-ZXjReoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/erq9sX5HH_E/s320/annabelleandsawyersquareup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello, hello! It's me, Sawyer, the fat lazy cat. Well, I wanted to share some pictures with all of you, because I think they are quite nice. They are of me. Well, and Orianna, also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Orianna has had some trouble in recent weeks with wanting to break a stay when Roxie and I come around, so Mom decided she needed extra practice staying in a down with a cat nearby. Naturally, Roxie finds herself otherwise prioritized (what with ruling the household, rolling &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyP-iXjRepI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mSsSWOhl_6g/s1600-h/annabelleandsawyer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126220667268725394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyP-iXjRepI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mSsSWOhl_6g/s320/annabelleandsawyer3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heads and all...), So I got to be the lucky volunteer. I'm well versed in Dog, as I was adopted after staying in a foster home full to the brim with cats and dogs alike, so I'm pretty easy going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, Mom slipped Orianna into her cape (because she can always use practice with that, too), and we started doing downs. All I had to do was lie down nearby, which, if you know me it all, is what I do best. Orianna did great...she just needed a reminder or two to stay put, but a few treats later, I was walking around and swishing my tail in her face and she wasn't budging. Bravo!&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-8180581019468273461?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8180581019468273461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8180581019468273461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8180581019468273461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8180581019468273461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/cats-meow.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RyP-ZXjReoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/erq9sX5HH_E/s72-c/annabelleandsawyersquareup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-3840389815414992385</id><published>2007-10-21T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:21:11.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Annabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwVvsJ6UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SUMNiwchhYo/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123994385091547842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwVvsJ6UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SUMNiwchhYo/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! Oh, yeah, forgot where I was for a minute. Hey, it's me, Orianna! I wanted to say hello and tell everyone how things are for me around my neck of the woods. First of all, I want to say, the nosinator ("gentle leader" to you people, but you dogs know what "nosinator" means...) isn't as bad as I had originally thought, and I don't mind it anymore. I actually can do teh "Dress" command, too, which seems to make mom pretty happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwW2cJ6UuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QhFOlMbxIn0/s1600-h/annaincrateearflip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123995600567292642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwW2cJ6UuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QhFOlMbxIn0/s200/annaincrateearflip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, when I'm not training and getting to run (BORN FREE!!!!!) I'm a wild woman! (Cue "Wild Thang" theme music, please). Mom says that it's inevitable that out of all the toys available to me, I will inevitably grab the ONE thing I'm not supposed to have, although after several corrections I am getting better about it. I like to take all of my toys into the kitchen so I can lay on the cool floor and revel in my riches, heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be good when I want to be good...the trouble is, sometimes I just want to play (JUMP! JUMP!) Sometimes I just have so much energy, I have to get it all out....excuse me for now, I need to go sprint around the room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwWlsJ6UtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rgemRWk6URA/s1600-h/annaandmebigsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123995312804483794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwWlsJ6UtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rgemRWk6URA/s320/annaandmebigsmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's true, Orianna's is FULL of energy, but she focuses when we're working, so I'm not concerned that it's "excessive" at this point (LOL- I had Rogue, so I KNOW the meaning of "excessive energy"!) Anyway, she's doing really well and basically having fun being "just a dog" when she's out playing in the apartment, learning not to pick up things from the coffee table (this is something that has just recently become an issue) and other manners as such. She's so sweet, though, and doing well! Hope everyone else is great too! We will be getting out last round 'o shots in a week and then we'll be ready to take a few outings. We'll start slow at first, probably up to Barnes and Noble during the afternoon on weekday when it's quiet, something like that. Will let you all know how it goes :)&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/9033403660027144992-3840389815414992385?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3840389815414992385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=3840389815414992385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3840389815414992385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3840389815414992385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/hurricane-annabelle.html' title='Hurricane Annabelle'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxwVvsJ6UsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SUMNiwchhYo/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4791101481950691673</id><published>2007-10-13T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:48:29.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Our Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxGQAcJ6UpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wC2Er3Xb3XI/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121032588529128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxGQAcJ6UpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wC2Er3Xb3XI/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi everyone! Orianna is doing great, as always! The more I am around her (which is all the time, lol) the more I am in awe of what a joyful little puppy she is! It never ceases to amaze me how different all three of my CCI puppies have been. If I had to sum them up in a brief statement, Rogue is the lovable goofball, Kekah is the co-dependent cuddlebug, and Orianna, well, she is the little sunshine. I don't know if I had mentioned this, but I did find out that her name actually means "dawn", which I think fits her so perfectly because her personality is just like little rays of light. I would say she is just a mix of Rogue and Kekah: she has Kekah's trainabilty and Rogue's little independent streak. She is a headstrong little puppy, but she is also very motivated by praise and eager to please, which is a good combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Right now, we are working on Kennel very hard. She does NOT want to kennel when told, but &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxGRVcJ6UrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/syRV0sql6Dw/s1600-h/oriannayellowcrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121034048818008754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxGRVcJ6UrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/syRV0sql6Dw/s320/oriannayellowcrate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then again, when she is out in the house playing and the kennel door left open, she will just wander in there on her own and settle in if she's tired. So, it's not that she doesn't like her kennel, it's just that she doesn't like going in if she is not ready to, which is also known as "Orianna Rebel Syndrome". There's that independent streak I was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But, that independent streak can go two ways, I suppose, assuming we hone it in some. Kekah was not independent enough and therefore had a lot of separation anxiety when she went to AT, so if we can master Orianna's little stubborness, I think it will be a benefit in the long run.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, that's all we've got for tonight! Hope you all are having a pleasant weekend!&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-4791101481950691673?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4791101481950691673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4791101481950691673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4791101481950691673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4791101481950691673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-is-our-sunshine.html' title='She is Our Sunshine!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RxGQAcJ6UpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wC2Er3Xb3XI/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-1475690722240192730</id><published>2007-10-09T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:12:57.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not-So-G-Rated Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwxDK8J6UoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cJqc-Zn2ogw/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119540731638862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwxDK8J6UoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cJqc-Zn2ogw/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am Kekah, who is the Boo of this home, and to be honest, we have had a problem recently. No, I have a problem. That's the first step, admitting you have a problem. But the truth is, I don't know any better...it's just in my nature. And even though she shows no interest, I do like to "try" to make sweet, sweet love to Orianna. I am ashamed to admit it. Not only is she my cousin, but she's also 3 years my junior, which in dog years makes her 21 years younger than me. But I am a dog, and this is what I do. Mom stops me anytime she sees me, but I simply cannot help myself. It causes utter and total chaos in our house, so I am trying to quit, but it's a hard habit to break. Sigh...I know, bad, Kekah...bad. But I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-1475690722240192730?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1475690722240192730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=1475690722240192730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1475690722240192730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1475690722240192730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-so-g-rated-post.html' title='A Not-So-G-Rated Post'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwxDK8J6UoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cJqc-Zn2ogw/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-9131517164392188678</id><published>2007-10-07T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:13:31.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwhrT8J6UnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RLtG7OCAN1U/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118458966815953522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwhrT8J6UnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RLtG7OCAN1U/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Puppy's Sold by: Colby Atkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To be sung to the country song "Sold (The Grundy County Auction Incident)", and with my apologies to John Michael Montgomery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well I went down to the Atlanta airport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to pick up something I just couldn’t pass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mind told me I should proceed with caution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but my heart said,."Go on and love that pup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I said 'hey, pretty puppy, I hope you don’t whine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause for a little while you’re gonna be mine, all mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do your feeding and be at your beck and call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Yeah I've never seen puppy have a coat with that much shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;man, I’m excited to have her, she's a one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm goin' once, goin' twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sold! to the puppy in the traveling crate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she's snuggly, she’s cuddly, she’s not irate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's got a fast wagging tail, black hair, brown eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I’m about to kiss my heart goodbye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, I swore I wouldn’t fall for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I know I’ve gotta give her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But when I started singing it proved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that when I thought I couldn’t get attached I didn’t know jack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I said 'hey, pretty puppy, I’m the raiser you’re assigned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And at least for now, you’re mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll do your bathing and teach to sit and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Yeah I've never seen any pup lookin’ so cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She’s playful, she’s loving, and smart to boot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm goin' once, goin' twice.I'm sold! to the puppy soon to wear a yellow vest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well she won my heart, it was no contest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with her fast wagging tail, black hair, brown eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I better kiss my heart goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, we found friendship at the airport that day and I hauled her to my home and away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And even when she turns in I’ll look back and laugh about how we met that day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I said 'hey, pretty puppy, now I’m glad I didn’t decline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the PPM said for a while you could be mine all mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm teaching you manners and making sure you pee outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Yeah that day I’d never seen a puppy who was such a mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Little did I know how much of my life she’d bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm goin' once, goin' twice.I'm sold! to the puppy now in my living room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her young little life is now in full bloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's got a fast wagging tail, black hair, brown eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I've done kissed my heart goodbye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-9131517164392188678?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9131517164392188678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=9131517164392188678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/9131517164392188678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/9131517164392188678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/sold.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwhrT8J6UnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RLtG7OCAN1U/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-5709774836733974584</id><published>2007-10-03T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:24:59.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fearless One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117316239227245122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcAcJ6UkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h2BKPnWxj0M/s200/annanadcolbyoct2long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi everyone, and welcome back to Orianna's family's blog! A few little updates on Annabelle: she's doing great, except GROAN, she has stopped eating the kibble dry, so we're back to mixing it with vita-gravy again. But, she'll get there ("I think she can! I think she can!) I am so proud of her, because she is now holding a sit for me to walk around the room/out of the room, etc. and not moving. The same goes for if Brian is in the room and starts clapping or talking to her, etc. She is still focusing in on me, which is awesome. Another thing that I was proud of her for was there has been a lot of rain today, and when I take her outside I pop open that umbrella...but no startle at all! I was happy, because Kekah did have a startle in the past to that same thing when she was Orianna's age. Orianna wants to chat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcGsJ6UlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YnRRVLix0Ek/s1600-h/annaovertheshoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117316346601427538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="233" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcGsJ6UlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YnRRVLix0Ek/s320/annaovertheshoulder.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, friends! My mom is so proud of me because I don't run when she opens an umbrella...they get so excited, moms, over the dumbest things, huh? As for the kibble, I'm picky. There, I said it. I just want it to be yummy! During the day I am so good for mom and work hard, but in the evening I'm a wild-woman! So, it's off to run a muck around the office while mom types.  By the way- get excited, because Kekah and I are going to be wearing AWESOME costumes for Halloween...but I'm not telling what yet!  It's a surprise! See ya! (Oh, that white cat wants to say something, so I better let her...she scares me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcfMJ6UmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-9pbfby2ZBY/s1600-h/roxiebphonebetweenfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117316767508222562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcfMJ6UmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-9pbfby2ZBY/s200/roxiebphonebetweenfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, it's me, Roxie. I just wanted to point out to all of you that today marks the 1 1/2 year anniversary of my captivity. My assassination attempts on the humans have been futile. So now I'm being affectionate in order to lure them into a false sense of security before I sneak in and make my escape...shh...don't tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-5709774836733974584?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5709774836733974584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=5709774836733974584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5709774836733974584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5709774836733974584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/fearless-one.html' title='The Fearless One'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RwRcAcJ6UkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h2BKPnWxj0M/s72-c/annanadcolbyoct2long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4241306960331545574</id><published>2007-09-28T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:23:10.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating: All the Cool Kids are Doing it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rv227cJ6UjI/AAAAAAAAAII/aTffRIWc690/s1600-h/annagrowingupinchairsept24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115445884049052210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rv227cJ6UjI/AAAAAAAAAII/aTffRIWc690/s320/annagrowingupinchairsept24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I have some great news: Orianna ate dry kibble today with no sauce, gravy, or whatnot mixed in with it! I know that seems like it wouldn't be a huge deal, but trust me, it's a major breakthrough! She is eating about 2 1/2 cups a day, which still isn't a whole lot, but is getting better considering that's definitely up from 1! She hasn't been a big eater since she got here, but it does seem like over time her appetite is slowly picking up. We had our next vet visit today and Orianna weighed in at 21.9 pounds, which the vet said is not AS much weight as she should be gaining, but she is in good body condition and there is no problem, so she's doing well for now so we're going to keep doing what we're doing. If all goes well, hopefully her appetite will continue to pick up and she'll get up to a full 3 cups soon. Well, I think that's all we've got for now!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-4241306960331545574?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4241306960331545574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4241306960331545574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4241306960331545574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4241306960331545574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/eating-all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='Eating: All the Cool Kids are Doing it!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rv227cJ6UjI/AAAAAAAAAII/aTffRIWc690/s72-c/annagrowingupinchairsept24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7957022495742105052</id><published>2007-09-25T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:22:40.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy Circling the Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey Gang, it's Sawyer- mom will be here in a minute, but I want to warn you, this post is not &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviaVMJ6UhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJMYbyKOsi0/s1600-h/annababytoothinbaggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114007065709924882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviaVMJ6UhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJMYbyKOsi0/s200/annababytoothinbaggie.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the squeamish! Only the lion-hearted like me! But breaking news: Orianna has lost a front tooth, and we actually FOUND it! (Cheers from all as Mom plastic baggies it for her scrapbook...picture at right, although you can barely see the darned tooth. Back to my nap, this is less exciting than I thought it would be...look at the size of that thing--eeny meeny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I see NOTHING to cheer about...that is absolutely repulsive! UGH! Blood, teeth, little bits of skin...makes me want to vomit!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114006696342737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviZ_sJ6UgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1_LQCxyRdII/s200/oriannalostatooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh. go cough up a hairball Roxie! I, who is Boo, am excited that she's losing her baby teeth because it means she's growing up! Whoa, wait...that may not be a good thing...she might get BIGGER than me and then I won't be able to boss her around...YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quiet Down guys! It's me, Brian, and the picture to the side is Orianna being excited when &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviZxMJ6UfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yNRW09wMSU4/s1600-h/annasaysyaygawon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114006447234634226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviZxMJ6UfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yNRW09wMSU4/s200/annasaysyaygawon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Georgia won the football game in overtime on Saurday! Whoohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, apparently my impatient household has already told you the news, that we found a baby tooth. We were so excited just because we knew she was losing teeth, but we hadn't found one yet and I've always tried to find and save one of each of my pup's baby teeth for their scrapbook. Corny, maybe, but I love 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviatMJ6UiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MV1OcDN7rjU/s1600-h/oriannaupincamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114007478026785314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviatMJ6UiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MV1OcDN7rjU/s200/oriannaupincamera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Orianna is having a good week so far, although I think that she may have been Tigger in another life..."their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs! She bouncy, flouncy, pouncy, trouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" She likes to HOP...hope when I say "here", Hop OVER the baby gate, hop when she's playing...my oh my! We're working on it is all I can say!&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/9033403660027144992-7957022495742105052?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7957022495742105052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7957022495742105052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7957022495742105052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7957022495742105052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/tooth-fairy-circling-neighborhood.html' title='Tooth Fairy Circling the Neighborhood'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RviaVMJ6UhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GJMYbyKOsi0/s72-c/annababytoothinbaggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4205203556048917752</id><published>2007-09-21T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:39:59.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bird, It's a Plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RvNLDsJ6UbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7OzrjElfsi0/s1600-h/colbykissannahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112512528760066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RvNLDsJ6UbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7OzrjElfsi0/s320/colbykissannahead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's Super Anna! Yeah, I know, I am NOT supposed to jump over the baby gate/knock down the baby gate (Orianna, DON'T!!!!). But it's just, well, I see it standing there, and I think, hey, maybe I could make it over. And mom is turned around...so, I go for it! Whoops, I didn't clear it, but the force of me hitting it knocks it over. Yes! I've escaped. I'm running like the wind through the apartment, running to where Kekah's bowl is, because maybe there is leftover water (I can't have water after 7:00 pm because I still can't hold it all night if I do...) I hear mom on my heels...MUST....RUN...FASTER! I feel hands scoop under me! She's caught me! Oh well, I'm so glad I'm getting picked up that I forgot what I was doing in the first palce. I give Mom a big,w et kiss on the lips (I'm not supposed to do that either, but I can always tell it's harder for Mom to correct me for this...she does, but I know she still secretly wants my kisses anyway!) Mom puts me back into the baby gate, and I do a sit and a down for her, showing her I really CAN be a good girl...if I want to be, heehee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-4205203556048917752?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4205203556048917752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4205203556048917752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4205203556048917752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4205203556048917752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-bird-its-plane.html' title='It&apos;s a Bird, It&apos;s a Plane...'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RvNLDsJ6UbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7OzrjElfsi0/s72-c/colbykissannahead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8739029057475000229</id><published>2007-09-15T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:20:33.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E.T. Phone Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Orianna's blog! Orianna is doing super this week. We're &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyunCvZMEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2059PI21Xcs/s1600-h/annacolbycompchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110651662932455490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyunCvZMEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2059PI21Xcs/s200/annacolbycompchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;working on Let's Go, which she is doing well with but has only been working on it a short time. We're alos working on here, which she does well with except for the fact that she HOPS to you like a cricket instead of walks to you, so we're working on, um, not being QUITE so enthusiastic on our Here! Well, some of the other family members have, well, demanded that they be allowed to post tonight (and also that pictures of them be included beside their posts), so without further ado, I'll let Sawyer go first since he's oldest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks, Mom! Well, as you all know, as resident Garfield of the house, I don't really get off my bum a whole terrible lot, but occassionally I do sneak a peek at what Orianna is doing, you know, during that time when I'm rolling over and peer out to make sure the world is still turning between my naps. Thing is, she actually wakes me up from my naps sometimes with her crazy GRUNTS! We have all talked about how she grunts louder than Kekah, but we've finally come to a consensus on what she sounds like: E.T.!!! Turning it on over to Kekah, now, who I sometimes sit outside the babygate with (see pic below) to watch Orianna's training sessions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110650958557818898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Ruyt-CvZMBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oQ1khWRJrOg/s400/kekahandsawyerbabygate.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I, who am Kekah-Boo, am a little upset about the fact that I didn't get to go first...I know I'm not the oldest, but I was here first, and as the only former CCI pup in this house (the only other PUP in this house besides Anna, period!) I think I know more about dog things. She's doing really well. She's getting better about not chewing things she not supposed to, so all those Don'ts are finally sinking in. She had a little bit of a tummy issue earlier in this week (diarrhea, ugh), but that seems cleared up now. Roxie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, let me say that I resent that I am going last, but you know what they say about saving the &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyuLSvZMCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cojvZw7rWmc/s1600-h/roxievileye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110651186191085602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyuLSvZMCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cojvZw7rWmc/s320/roxievileye.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEST...Anyhow, a BIT of a tummy issue? That MONGREL was using the bathroom on the FLOOR! Doesn't she at least know to make it to the box if you have to go? I, of course, know that her giving up chewing on furniture is a sign of weakness, a sign that she has resigned herself to life as a subordinate. Oh, well, there was never much hope for her anyway- she's not a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyuXSvZMDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5uSaqwoXI60/s1600-h/colbyannaear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110651392349515826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyuXSvZMDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5uSaqwoXI60/s320/colbyannaear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um, thanks Roxie. Well, that's about it from our end. We've had a nice Saturday and it's past Anna's bedtime! Nighty night!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/9033403660027144992-8739029057475000229?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8739029057475000229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8739029057475000229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8739029057475000229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8739029057475000229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/et-phone-home.html' title='E.T. Phone Home'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuyunCvZMEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2059PI21Xcs/s72-c/annacolbycompchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-1490251021742127185</id><published>2007-09-11T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:00:00.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She was a Splishin' and a Splashin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuYgMDMkGdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JMox6Neo0Jg/s1600-h/annadrownedratintub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108806218686929362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuYgMDMkGdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JMox6Neo0Jg/s320/annadrownedratintub.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey Everybody, it's Brian. I thought I'd get on and write a little bit about our morning since &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuYgiDMkGeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/14FNNsGKLmQ/s1600-h/bigbrianlittleannatub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108806596644051426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuYgiDMkGeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/14FNNsGKLmQ/s400/bigbrianlittleannatub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colby's too tired to right now, and I don't blame her! Orianna was up this morning around 5 having bouts of diarrhea, so Colb got up and cleaned her crate and we gave her a bath. Colb had the vet look at her and the vet put her on antibiotics for a bacterial infection, so hopefully that'll knock it out. If not, we'll get a poop sample next week to send off to the lab to test for someother things, Colby says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, it's been a long day. We closed Orianna in our bathroom why we had to be away today instead of the crate, just because her tummy had been upset and that way if she did have an accident she could get out of it and not get disgusting. We had been sure we hadn't left anything that she could get to in that bathroom...we overlooked something. Well, Colby came home from practice (she's helping the high school' drama production) and Orianna had gloriously strewn toilet paper around the room. Oh, well, at least she didn't have any more diarrhea!&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-1490251021742127185?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1490251021742127185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=1490251021742127185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1490251021742127185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1490251021742127185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-was-splishin-and-splashin.html' title='She was a Splishin&apos; and a Splashin&apos;'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuYgMDMkGdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JMox6Neo0Jg/s72-c/annadrownedratintub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7563683448434266409</id><published>2007-09-08T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:55:52.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finer Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuSq8_WKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JkQBoYHtK_E/s1600-h/annakongstraighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108047669415073954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuSq8_WKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JkQBoYHtK_E/s200/annakongstraighton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One thing I, Orianna, LOVE is peanut butter. I don't get to have some very often, but BOY when I do, that's some good stuff. The hard part, though, is they tuck it down in this red rubber tunnel and hide it in there so you have to dig it out. Why not just put it in the bowl like the other food? It'd make it a lot easier, for c&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuoq8_WMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xTclfO820RU/s1600-h/oriannapeanutbutterlickinface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108048047372196034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuoq8_WMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xTclfO820RU/s200/oriannapeanutbutterlickinface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rying out loud!! (And yes, I know I have peanut butter on my nose in one or two of the pictures..so what?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My mom has started walking me on nothing but my nosinator (she calls is gentle leader, but I prefer to think of it as the Nosinator). I am not pleased with this development, although I tolerate it because if I'm good while it's on I can usually get a treat out of it. I am really good at walk on a loosh leash, and am starting to be expected to be by mom's left knee...I think if I have to get any closer to that knee she might start tying us together...I don't know what she means&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuZq8_WLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_Hi8--zAdhc/s1600-h/annapeanutbutternose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108047789674158258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuZq8_WLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_Hi8--zAdhc/s200/annapeanutbutternose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by it...but the words "Let's Go" get said a lot, so maybe I'll figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've heard my brothers and sisters have been having tummy aches, so my heart goes out to you. I hope you feel better! Thankfully, my tummy has been okay for the most part. Mom is finally serving up a yummier dish, which is still that boring old kibble, but now it's covered with some kind of sauce that makes it at least decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, I better go...it's my bedtime (past it, now that I think about it!) Love, Orianna AKA Annabelle~&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-7563683448434266409?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7563683448434266409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7563683448434266409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7563683448434266409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7563683448434266409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/finer-things-in-life.html' title='The Finer Things in Life'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RuNuSq8_WKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JkQBoYHtK_E/s72-c/annakongstraighton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8348682985348029629</id><published>2007-09-03T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:43:03.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gravy Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi, everyone! Welcome back to Orianna's blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtwrO68_WHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OEdPNU-aRZs/s1600-h/annainchairagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106003612874528882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtwrO68_WHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OEdPNU-aRZs/s200/annainchairagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is doing really great--her command work is going well. She now knows SIT, doing the implied stay until release, which is HUGE!!! She is now doing DOWN without help, but still needs luring, and right now she won't do the down if I'm standing up above her, so that's something we'll be working on, one step at a time. She's working on wait, still with a hand cue at the moment. The newest thing we've added to our arsenal this week is SHAKE...I was so proud of her because I started her on it one day and she had it down pat in the same day, and now she will do a shake when asked without even having a treat. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She had stopped eating again, which is tough because we've been checked out by the vet and &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rtwq4K8_WFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aQ4J-QL86PY/s1600-h/mehoildannastraightlegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106003222032504914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rtwq4K8_WFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aQ4J-QL86PY/s200/mehoildannastraightlegs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's no tummy problem or teeth problem: the problem simply seems to be that she gets sick of the food. How I figured this is out it because she'll eat a new food for a few days like she loves it, and then BAM! She'll start only picking at it. So, rather than change foods constantly, we've taken to using Vita-gravy, this really nasty sauce-like stuff you can buy that gives the food different flavors so I can change it up for her...in the morning we'll have beef sauce, in the evening we'll have bacon or chicken. Anyway, this is something we'll wean her off of gradually, but for now, the main concern is for her to eat and to eat "dry" kibble, even if we do have to entice her a little bit. If she doesn't eat she won't be doing anyone any good, including herself! So for now, Vita-gravy it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtwrC68_WGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ukPAh_sN8uk/s1600-h/annanewcow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106003406716098658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtwrC68_WGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ukPAh_sN8uk/s200/annanewcow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She got a new stuffed cow toy the other day (Kekah got a moose of the same variety) and now she tends to carry it everywhere she goes. Her legs are shooting up a little more and I can tell she's getting taller even though she's still a tiny little thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, that's it for now--hope everyone has a lovely Labor Day!&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/9033403660027144992-8348682985348029629?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8348682985348029629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8348682985348029629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8348682985348029629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8348682985348029629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/gravy-train.html' title='The Gravy Train'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtwrO68_WHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OEdPNU-aRZs/s72-c/annainchairagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7506356928148971749</id><published>2007-08-31T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:09:16.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkyard Dawg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rtg89K8_WBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5ArnBaRh4As/s1600-h/oriannababybulldog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104897199234308114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rtg89K8_WBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5ArnBaRh4As/s200/oriannababybulldog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey guys-it's Brian. Well, if you know anything about me, you know I love sports, and more than that I love Georgia football. So, we had to get Orianna started off right. The first game of the season is tomorrow, so we taught her how to call the dawgs and she's ready for tomorrow's game! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOO DAWGS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SIC 'EM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WOOF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-7506356928148971749?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7506356928148971749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7506356928148971749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7506356928148971749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7506356928148971749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-dawgs.html' title='Junkyard Dawg'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rtg89K8_WBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5ArnBaRh4As/s72-c/oriannababybulldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-9177412430780387857</id><published>2007-08-28T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:51:14.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call her Chew-bacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtREZK8_WAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zIYzWRGigpk/s1600-h/oriannahotfromoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779476945197058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtREZK8_WAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zIYzWRGigpk/s320/oriannahotfromoutside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look out world, here comes Orianna, and she's hungry for life! Ok, well, maybe not hungry, but definitely in the mood to chew...everything! You have to watch this one every minute...she like to chew anything she can get her mouth on, including flip-flops (people who come over to swim that don't know to pick them up have a surprise!) or the sides of chairs. And she's sneaky about it...she will look all sweet and innocent until you turn your head, and that's when she'll grab the chair leg. But she does know don't and will stop when corrected, it's just that she tends to go back for more if she thinks she'll get away with it...which she's not going to...sorry, Annabelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Annabelle has also decided that she will take up "lonely barking" as a hobby in her crate. Now, this is tough one because she never does it, even if I'm not in the room with her, if she knows I'm still CLOSE. It's when she hears me leave the next room that the "fun" starts. So, I have had to get sneaky...I PRETEND to leave the next room and then hide just beyond the doorway where she can't see or hear me, so she thinks I've gone...then, when she barks, I leap into action from behind the door with my bitter apple spray (we don't use vinegar/water because she actually seems to like the vinegar...). Point one goes to the puppy raiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's doing good with command work. She is learning "Wait" and is doing very well with it. She will do a "Wait" while I place her bowl down with her food until I release her, which is great because usually this is one of the times when the pup's are LESS keen to Wait, when food is involved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, that's it for now. We'll do some more updates later this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-9177412430780387857?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9177412430780387857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=9177412430780387857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/9177412430780387857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/9177412430780387857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-call-her-chew-bacca.html' title='Just Call her Chew-bacca'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RtREZK8_WAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zIYzWRGigpk/s72-c/oriannahotfromoutside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8052444242098127265</id><published>2007-08-22T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:04:04.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nylabones are for Amateurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rszq_68_V_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/k4-nQSIHw2U/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101710861781653490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rszq_68_V_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/k4-nQSIHw2U/s320/LatestPicsFromCamera+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Don't let that angelic face fool you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hey, so I know that CCI puppies are supposed to be the picture of obedience, the perfect listeners. And I can play that role...but deep down inside, I am a REBEL! I love to run, the wind blowing in my face, ears flying behind me! I love to chew everything...the chair, the rug, you name it. I get corrected, but I laugh in the face of correction. HAHA! I laugh! I spit in its face! HA! When I run, I am demon-like! Posessed! HAHAHAHA (evil laugh)! I throw off my gentle leader and stomp on it in protest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, okay, okay, so maybe SOME of that was a little exaggerated, but I really do like to run and chew. But &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; I exaggerated a little about not caring about corrections...I really don't like to have my cruff shaked or chin bopped...and I didn't ever really spit. Spitting is gross. And so maybe Mom won't let me take off my gentle leader...and maybe I don't act like a demon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;LOL- you guys bought it, didn't you! With a mom that's an author, I'm learning more than sit around here, huh? Haha. Love you all! Orianna~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-8052444242098127265?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8052444242098127265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8052444242098127265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8052444242098127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8052444242098127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/nylabones-are-for-amateurs.html' title='Nylabones are for Amateurs'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rszq_68_V_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/k4-nQSIHw2U/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-1141763757936266788</id><published>2007-08-20T15:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:45:04.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rsnu9a8_V-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/j4CPZSaym0g/s1600-h/oriannadownbabycape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100870791948359650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rsnu9a8_V-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/j4CPZSaym0g/s200/oriannadownbabycape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, this just in: Colby Atkins can now exclusively report that Orianna has done her very first "down" without help! We go to our field correspondent, Sawyer for details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, Mom, I was standing by in outside the baby gate when this incredible story took place. I had gotten out of the recliner when I smelled the hotdog, because I the smell of food could bring me from the ends of the earth. But I digress. Anyway, I saw the little black one just as she slid into the sphinx position, and it was truly marvelous. I'll send it over to Roxie now, who is standing by in the newsroom...back to my nap. Roxie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, yes, I am just &lt;em&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/em&gt; with emotion. The mongrel layed down. Whoopie. I do it all day. What's the big deal? Talk to someone who cares...Boo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I, who am Boo, of course, realize what an accomplishment this is! Her first down! I am so proud, Mini-me! So proud! I only wish that Daddy was here to see...he's out of town for business, unfortunately, but we will surely let him know! We shall overcome! Good work, Mini-me! I know some commands are tough, but I knew you'd get it eventually...back to Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As you can see, the whole family is thrilled (with the exception of Roxie) at this thrilling turn of events. More on this incredible story of triumph at 5, 6, and 11...until then, bye bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-1141763757936266788?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1141763757936266788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=1141763757936266788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1141763757936266788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1141763757936266788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rsnu9a8_V-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/j4CPZSaym0g/s72-c/oriannadownbabycape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4975162739549967500</id><published>2007-08-16T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:02:01.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Grunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTW9q8_V8I/AAAAAAAAADk/DJ_-JOLgvAg/s1600-h/oriannagetsdragged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099437033080707010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTW9q8_V8I/AAAAAAAAADk/DJ_-JOLgvAg/s320/oriannagetsdragged.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey everyone! Boo here. Thought I'd give all a little update on little Mini-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She's doing good. She's a fun little toy to have around, ya know? I like to play with her even though sometimes they put a baby gate between her and me if mom's not in the mood to referee :-) I play with her a lot, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They used to call me Granny Grunt before she got here, but they call her that now, because BOY does she grunt. It's so funny! She sounds funny...I laugh at her!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTVU68_V6I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ebdr9DeXvBI/s1600-h/oriannaandkekahsmiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099435233489409954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTVU68_V6I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ebdr9DeXvBI/s200/oriannaandkekahsmiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I get jealous when Mom trains with her sometimes because she gets to have little pieces of hotdog when she is practicing down. Mom says she has to use the hotdog because Mini-me isn't interested enough in food for it to lure her to do any commands, but that hotdog does the trick! I think Mini-me would start walking on her two hind legs like those weird PEOPLE if they gave her a piece of hotdog for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTXM68_V9I/AAAAAAAAADs/x6ufTWGbVAI/s1600-h/kekahreads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099437295073712082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTXM68_V9I/AAAAAAAAADs/x6ufTWGbVAI/s320/kekahreads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, gotta run. Mom's coming and can't let her catch me on the 'puter or it'd give away my secret...that I can read! If she ever found out, she'd probably start making me edit her book for her...&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/9033403660027144992-4975162739549967500?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4975162739549967500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4975162739549967500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4975162739549967500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4975162739549967500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/granny-grunt.html' title='Granny Grunt'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RsTW9q8_V8I/AAAAAAAAADk/DJ_-JOLgvAg/s72-c/oriannagetsdragged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-4276999800619213641</id><published>2007-08-12T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:30:21.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casual Diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rr9RrRb3RuI/AAAAAAAAADE/837IBkWGSMI/s1600-h/LatestPicsFromCamera+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097883107063187170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rr9RrRb3RuI/AAAAAAAAADE/837IBkWGSMI/s200/LatestPicsFromCamera+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello, hello! Orianna is doing great, and this week we've made some progress. She is finally not pawing at her gentle leader so badly, although I can tell she still loathes it deeply (which I think you can tell by the picture). We've made a lot of progress on wait, and she will do a "wait" when I put down her food bowl before I say "release" when she goes to eat. She is still a casual diner, and is eating only about two cups a day, but this is better than when she first arrived, when she was only eating about a handful of food a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The fact that she's not so interested in food is a bit challenging, because it's hard to lure a pup to do a command if she's not interested in the lure! So, I've been experimenting with treats to find something she'll really be interested in and "follow" the down. She is good at sit, but when I try to get her to follow a treat to do a down, once the treat goes down, she just stops worrying about it. So, I've tried several brands of treats, but I think I may have to bring out the big guns: the hot dogs. I had some success with this with Rogue by putting some kibble in a baggie with a few hotdog pieces just enough to give the kibble an extra yummy flavor. So, I think that may be where I'm headed with Annabelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I'm off for now...see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-4276999800619213641?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4276999800619213641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=4276999800619213641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4276999800619213641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/4276999800619213641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/casual-diner.html' title='The Casual Diner'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rr9RrRb3RuI/AAAAAAAAADE/837IBkWGSMI/s72-c/LatestPicsFromCamera+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-5253761481631807783</id><published>2007-08-08T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:41:16.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded "Down"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrnVpRb3RsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FAjgAAI3ryM/s1600-h/oriannacowstatue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339358378051266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrnVpRb3RsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FAjgAAI3ryM/s200/oriannacowstatue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hey! It's me, Orianna! I have just finished breakfast about a half an hour ago and I got on to let y'all (yes, "y'all"...I live in Georgia now!) what I've been up to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am starting to think these people I live with are a little bit crazy. They try to get me to DO things when they say certain words (yeah, I know it's weird...). But they just seem so happy when I actually do it, so sometimes I humor them. I mean, it takes so little to make them thrilled, who am I to deny them the pleasure of watching me put my tush on the ground? And who would have thought that people would CHEER when I PEE???? It is so weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But there is this one thing they keep doing that doesn't make sense to me: they will take a piece of food and put it at my nose and then between my paws like they want me to follow it. Well, obviously if it is between my paws, I can't get it, so I just ignore them. But the fact that I don't follow it just doesn't seem to make them happy the way it does when I put my tush on the floor...so I am still trying to figure out exactly what they are wanting me to do. I'll let you know how it goes...I mean, if any of YOU know what the heck is going on, please let me know because I am clueless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And another weird thing they do is put this blue thing on my nose sometimes (I like to think of it&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrnVxBb3RtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yhM4ARwRiDQ/s1600-h/oriannaheadonchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339491522037458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrnVxBb3RtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yhM4ARwRiDQ/s200/oriannaheadonchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as the Nosinator, because like the Terminator, I am at its mercy)...well, frankly, it's quite itchy and uncomfortable, but they correct me if I try to scratch it and tell me how good I am when I don't, so I have to leave the Nosinator on until one of the people decides they've seen me wear it long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, I better go. Time to play with Sonic, my squeaky hedgehog!&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-5253761481631807783?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5253761481631807783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=5253761481631807783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5253761481631807783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5253761481631807783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreaded-down.html' title='The Dreaded &quot;Down&quot;'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrnVpRb3RsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FAjgAAI3ryM/s72-c/oriannacowstatue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-1708176169709080017</id><published>2007-08-06T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:35:04.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrcxORb3RqI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXXjXlwe3UI/s1600-h/oriannabriantvchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595624661206690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrcxORb3RqI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXXjXlwe3UI/s200/oriannabriantvchair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Hey Guys, it's Brian. So, I'm finally getting on here to post about Orianna (yeah, I know, it's about time!). I have to say she's a cutie. It's so much fun having a puppy in the apartment again. Most people know this, but in case you don't, Boo is a Daddy's girl. Well, Annabelle is, too (Colby would probably argue with this, but I'm right, trust me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Annabelle reminds me a lot of Boo when she was a puppy. She acts a lot like her. The thing that &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrcxXxb3RrI/AAAAAAAAACs/4MFUonsiQwA/s1600-h/oriannaonbriansstomach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595787869963954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrcxXxb3RrI/AAAAAAAAACs/4MFUonsiQwA/s200/oriannaonbriansstomach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reminds me most of Boo that she does though is how she grunts when she sleeps! It cracks me up! Boo has always done that, and me and Colby have always joked and laughed about it, and when Anna started doing it, it was just hilarious. She really is a mini-me for Kekah! Well, that's about all I've got. I don't write as much as Colb, sorry! &lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-1708176169709080017?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1708176169709080017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=1708176169709080017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1708176169709080017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/1708176169709080017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrcxORb3RqI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXXjXlwe3UI/s72-c/oriannabriantvchair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-3729685321468909564</id><published>2007-08-04T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:42:50.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sits and Hurries and Downs, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, little Annabelle has had a good week! Command wise, she has hurry, sit, and kennel down &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrUapBb3RpI/AAAAAAAAACc/CVZdirkl-hE/s1600-h/oriannacolbyblueskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095007845501847186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrUapBb3RpI/AAAAAAAAACc/CVZdirkl-hE/s200/oriannacolbyblueskirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty well. She does hurry for pee extremely well, the second she is told the word...the poop hurry takes a bit longer, but I can tell she understands it because if I tell her hurry she does immediately start SNIFFING to find a spot, so that's something anyway. We are working on down now, which is proving to be not as simple as sit was, but it's still very early :-) She is still so young, so her attention span isn't that long, so obviously we keep the training sessions short, usually ten minutes or so at a time. I'm doing mealtimes mostly since she eats best by hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She got to meet my freelance editor's kids today (2 girls), and she did very well with them. She kept all four feet on the ground while greeting them, so I was quite proud. She even performed a sit for one of the girls, which was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is still as precious as ever...she gets the hiccups a lot, and I tell her that if its true that the hiccups means you are growing that she is going to be the size of an elephant! But so far she's not a very large elephant... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-3729685321468909564?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3729685321468909564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=3729685321468909564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3729685321468909564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/3729685321468909564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-all-well-little-annabelle-has-had.html' title='Sits and Hurries and Downs, Oh My!'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RrUapBb3RpI/AAAAAAAAACc/CVZdirkl-hE/s72-c/oriannacolbyblueskirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-2829436031835898376</id><published>2007-07-31T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:30:31.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-me, you complete me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq9jjRb3RoI/AAAAAAAAACU/7GqEpt4xnIU/s1600-h/kekahoriannaminime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399161206163074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq9jjRb3RoI/AAAAAAAAACU/7GqEpt4xnIU/s200/kekahoriannaminime.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi there, Boo here, and I'm writing an update on Orianna for mom since Mom is busy at the moment. All I can say is, I love this little thing--Sawyer tells me that she is my CLONE! So, you know what that means, if you've ever seen Austin Powers...I have a Mini-me! Her name is Orianna, but mom and dad sometimes call her Annabelle (Ahh-nah-belle). She is working on her sit, and I have to say she is getting pretty good at it. I kind of laugh at her sometimes because she has to do all the stuff they used to make me so, haha! But, I cheer her on. She likes to play with Ducky, and let me tell you, if it was anyone but Mini-Me, I would NOT allow that kind of thing. She hops on all four legs when she plays sometimes, which is pretty funny. So cute--how could she not be...she's my clone, haha! As if anyone would not think she was cute? Anyway, I'm off now to go play (Mini-Me is in her crate right now napping--which I do chuckle at a little since I never get crated anymore). Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-2829436031835898376?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2829436031835898376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=2829436031835898376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/2829436031835898376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/2829436031835898376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/07/mini-me-you-complete-me.html' title='Mini-me, you complete me...'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq9jjRb3RoI/AAAAAAAAACU/7GqEpt4xnIU/s72-c/kekahoriannaminime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8231218664100419754</id><published>2007-07-29T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:58:33.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Puppy Raiser's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq1TyBb3RnI/AAAAAAAAACM/boGB_TgN2yU/s1600-h/oriannababycape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092818872469767794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq1TyBb3RnI/AAAAAAAAACM/boGB_TgN2yU/s200/oriannababycape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A Puppy Raiser’s Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;by Colby Atkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, thank you for this little angel&lt;br /&gt;you have put into my care&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will bless us individually&lt;br /&gt;and our training as a pair&lt;br /&gt;Help my puppy to learn and grow&lt;br /&gt;To be healthy, swift, and bright&lt;br /&gt;Fill her little brain with knowledge&lt;br /&gt;help her discern wrong from right.&lt;br /&gt;Watch over me as I raise her&lt;br /&gt;help me to know just what she needs&lt;br /&gt;Give me the balance of patience, firmness, tenderness and humor&lt;br /&gt;That I need to teach her and to lead.&lt;br /&gt;For I know that with your grace and peace&lt;br /&gt;our success will ensue&lt;br /&gt;Because I trust that you not only have plans for me&lt;br /&gt;But plans for her, too&lt;br /&gt;For whether graduate, breeder, or release&lt;br /&gt;Is destined to be our pinnacle&lt;br /&gt;I pray you’ll guide the hand that guides the paws&lt;br /&gt;that will one day be someone’s miracle.&lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-8231218664100419754?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8231218664100419754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8231218664100419754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8231218664100419754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8231218664100419754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/07/puppy-raisers-prayer.html' title='A Puppy Raiser&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rq1TyBb3RnI/AAAAAAAAACM/boGB_TgN2yU/s72-c/oriannababycape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-8855872139619645341</id><published>2007-07-28T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:11:07.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom: No More Dogs...Love, the Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqtp-Bb3RkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vUNp8YYfjww/s1600-h/oriannabathsawyerlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092280317930587714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqtp-Bb3RkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vUNp8YYfjww/s200/oriannabathsawyerlook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, a couple of mornings ago, I was just lying on the couch, minding my own business when suddenly, I heard the bathtub water running! Well, if there's one thing I will get off my butt for, it's to go splash around and play in the tub (hey, contrary to popular belief, not ALL cats hate water! Roxie does, but that's only because she floated down the avenue that one time...) Anyway, so I proceeded to the running water, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but ANOTHER black D-O-G! Yep, they'd brought another one. Oh well, back to the couch, I suppose...here's Roxie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well I, unlike Sawyer, knew that there was something more sinister at work the second I saw this new black creature (girls are smarter than boys, after all). I knew the moment I saw her that it was official--the Mom person (or Warden, as I like to call her) liked Kekah so much that it had finally happened: she had cloned her. She is so crazy about that big, black buffoon that she ACTUALLY had her cloned. Ridiculous. I mean, I was personally offended. If anything was beautiful enough to be cloned, surely it was me. But no, instead she clones the dog, and now we have two. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-8855872139619645341?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8855872139619645341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=8855872139619645341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8855872139619645341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/8855872139619645341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-mom-no-more-dogslove-cats.html' title='Dear Mom: No More Dogs...Love, the Cats'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqtp-Bb3RkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vUNp8YYfjww/s72-c/oriannabathsawyerlook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-5395176596846752276</id><published>2007-07-26T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:05:13.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Only Just Begun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hello, hello! Well, I was SO tired yesterday that getting Orianna's post done was an &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhwBb3RjI/AAAAAAAAABs/S-c_6rGKkJ0/s1600-h/oriannainkitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091567593877620274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhwBb3RjI/AAAAAAAAABs/S-c_6rGKkJ0/s200/oriannainkitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;accomplishment in itself! So, now that I'm well rested, here' s a little about our first day together!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&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;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I got up at ugh, four, to go to the airport to pick up baby Orianna. Her flight wasn't scheduled to&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqjhahb3RiI/AAAAAAAAABk/ubbVmkE4jcY/s1600-h/oriannabathintowel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091567224510432802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqjhahb3RiI/AAAAAAAAABk/ubbVmkE4jcY/s200/oriannabathintowel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be in until 7:21, but alas, Kekah's was early getting in, so I figured I'd better be there. Well, Orianna's flight was actually late getting in, and they didn't actually get her off of the plane until about 8:30!!! Poor thing, she was a mess and half, so we trotted back to the "animal room" at air cargo for a quick bath with the hose, which unfortunately was cold water and so I had to make the bath just enough to get the-um-"undesirable material" off! Then we headed back to Macon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Once we got home, the day was pretty good...my first impressions of Orianna are that she is a very confident puppy--more confident than either Rogue or Kekah were at her age. She is independent, but not assertive (I know assertive, I did raise Rogue after all!). I have only had her a day and half so far, but I already can tell she responds to correction really well- I can give her one correction and she's done with whatever she was doing, which usually involves something she has decided to chew on! (Rogue, for example, kept coming back for more until about the 20th correction, when maybe he'd get it, lol!) She is quiet in crate for the most part...she has whined a bit, but not a lot. Kathy K, SER's old puppy program manager had taught me the trick of tying a string around the crate door and when puppy barks to rattle the crate just a tad, and this seemed to do the trick for Orianna. Like I said, one correction and she seems to get it...what a great little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kekah and she also seem to get along very well and play nicely together. I was a bit concerned&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqjg3Bb3RfI/AAAAAAAAABM/f9NOWcWD9JY/s1600-h/oriannaandkekahbones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091566614625076722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/Rqjg3Bb3RfI/AAAAAAAAABM/f9NOWcWD9JY/s200/oriannaandkekahbones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; until I saw them together since Kekah, having been a runt, has in the past had a bit of trouble playing nicely with some dogs (others she does fine with), but she is great with Orianna when we let them play together. I have also put a baby gate between them some to let Orianna also play by herself with us, also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As for eating, I was a little worried since Orianna had only eaten a handful of food altogether&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhDxb3RgI/AAAAAAAAABU/cUGZieNESps/s1600-h/oriannaeat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091566833668408834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhDxb3RgI/AAAAAAAAABU/cUGZieNESps/s200/oriannaeat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday...not even a whole cup! My other pups have been voracious eaters, so this was different. However, this morning I mixed the Eukanuba with some Iams (the PPM and I decided to switch her food since she hasn't seemed to eat the Eukanuba well even with her BC) and she ate it right up, almost the whole cup, so I was pleased with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can tell her BC has worked some with her on sit (thanks, Martha!) because she will always sit &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhPBb3RhI/AAAAAAAAABc/qChcQA54AOs/s1600-h/oriannacrosspaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091567026941937170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhPBb3RhI/AAAAAAAAABc/qChcQA54AOs/s200/oriannacrosspaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and look up at me if she wants to be picked up, like she doesn't expect to be picked up if she hasn't been sitting, which is great. She has only had one accident in house which was last night, but her tummy was upset so I think it was nerves from a rough day yesterday! She also seems to walk on the leash well, which is nice since I've seen other raisers have pups that did the "dead dog" on the leash, lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All in all, she seems happy, playful, and bright. I am really enjoying her so far. I am planning to work some on her name today...we did it a bit last night with her dinner, so this will be our second little training session as I'm trying to let her ease into her new home a bit. I'm hoping to get a picture in her baby cape today, so hopefully I'll get that up pretty soon! What a great little dog :-) &lt;/span&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/9033403660027144992-5395176596846752276?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5395176596846752276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=5395176596846752276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5395176596846752276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/5395176596846752276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-hello-well-i-was-so-tired.html' title='We&apos;ve Only Just Begun...'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqjhwBb3RjI/AAAAAAAAABs/S-c_6rGKkJ0/s72-c/oriannainkitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-7732837689923194170</id><published>2007-07-25T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:27:59.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A long day already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqePhxb3RdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Apnoj2JmwFo/s1600-h/oriannabathdryoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091195714134296018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqePhxb3RdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Apnoj2JmwFo/s200/oriannabathdryoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh, you guys are never going to believe the day I've had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;First, for the first time, I was taken away from my brothers and sisters and placed in some sort of small, plastic prison cell. Then (and you're not going to believe this) I was rolled onto some sort of metal contraption that actually started to FLY!!!! Well, when I was taken off of the metal ship, the air was super hot and stuffy, humid. Well, a person met me there who calls herself "Mom". She declared that I was "a mess" (hey, I was in that plastic box for hours...what's a girl to do?) and we went into a small room with a HOSE! She proceeded to pull out paper towels, doggie shampoo, garbage bags, and towels. Once I was cleaned up, we climbed into yet another metal contraption...this one did not fly, it was of the sort that stays on the ground and moves. We rode for a while, and then went into a new home I hadn't been into before! I had to take another bath, since my airport bath was only "just enough to get home". Then I got some breakfast, although I was more interested in exploring than eating! And then the craziest thing of all happened: I met someone who looked like a giant me! I am told this one's name is Kekah, and we laid on the floor together and chewed nylabones, which was a pretty fun, I have to admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;By the way, my name is Orianna II, and I'm from the CCI "O" litter of Senta and Beckett, mom and dad respectively. We were born on May 28, 2007, Memorial Day. I was puppy number six out of eleven...in our litter were four boys and seven girls. The boys names are Otis III, Oregon III, Oswego II, and Oskar. The other girls besides me are Okelani, Ocala, Opal VI, Olga III, Onalee, and Olive III. Our litter was my mom's 5th and last litter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, I'm beat and I need a nap. The mom person tells me she'll write a little from her later and post some pictures from today, but for now, I'm off. Too-da-loo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9033403660027144992-7732837689923194170?l=oriannaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7732837689923194170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9033403660027144992&amp;postID=7732837689923194170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7732837689923194170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9033403660027144992/posts/default/7732837689923194170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oriannaii.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-you-guys-are-never-going-to-believe.html' title='A long day already'/><author><name>colbymarshall</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/TOS_WcCOqJI/AAAAAAAABQc/hH7ZdcvtiUI/S220/albusmeeaster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqePhxb3RdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Apnoj2JmwFo/s72-c/oriannabathdryoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9033403660027144992.post-9029636214009070215</id><published>2007-07-24T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:10:00.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the family!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone and welcome to the blog. This blog is all about CCI puppy Orianna II and our journey to raise her for Canine Companions for Independence. First, a little info about CCI if you aren't famliar: CCI is a non-profit organization that raises highly trained assistance dogs for people with disablities. What do we have to do with that? Well, I'm a puppy raiser for CCI, which means I am responsible for raising the puppy from age 8 wks. until about 15-18 months. While the pup is with me, I'll teach her about 20 commands, manners, and socialize her in public as well as getting to do all the fun puppy things like walks, playtime, bathtime, feeding, grooming, etc. When she's old enough, she'll turn back into CCI for advanced training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who will be along for this journey? My whole family (including the furry famiuly members!) So, here's a little introduction to us all (I'll have the full intro of Orianna herself up tomorrow!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Colby -- puppy raiser in chief-- I'm 22 years old and I started raising puppies for &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYkiBb3RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPHulSFnde8/s1600-h/pc07angelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090796595708380530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYkiBb3RXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BPHulSFnde8/s320/pc07angelos.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CCI when I was, hmm...eighteen! I've raised two pups for CCI, Rogue, who was released for alert barking and now lives with my mom, and Kekah, who was released for prey drive and separation anxiety and now lives back at home with me, but more on her later! When I'm not working with puppies, I'm a full-time author. I write adult fiction, and I don't think I'll ever stop! I love to scrapbook in my spare time and read other author's material, particularly mysteries and fantasy since it is a vacation from the type of material I myself write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brian-- unofficial puppy raiser-- Brian is 23 and we've been married for one year&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYlBxb3RYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DkgXvbCl178/s1600-h/resizehmoonbdolkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090797141169227138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYlBxb3RYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DkgXvbCl178/s320/resizehmoonbdolkiss.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Brian was my high school sweetheart :-) He graduated from UGA with a degree in Finance and Sport Studies and is currently on the lookout for the right job for him. In his spare time you can usually find him watching anything (or everything) on ESPN or playing golf! He may not be an official PR, but he's certainly in the know about all things CCI and the techniques of puppy raising, and he is so wonderfully helpful with the CCI pups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kekah-- the Boo dog-- Hi I'm Kekah, AKA Boo, and I'm three years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;old. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYloRb3RaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eD2aTZ-H5c8/s1600-h/reskekahearbows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090797802594190754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="41" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYloRb3RaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eD2aTZ-H5c8/s320/reskekahearbows.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was born in April '04 to Neelia and Quester II. I was the runt of a litter of 7, and I topped out at 45 lbs. People sometimes call me a miniature lab. I love my stuffed Ducky and peanut butter. I love car rides and to ham it up for the camera, which my mom pulls out a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Roxie--the diva cat-- I'm Roxie, and I'm the boss around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;here. I'm a 5 lb., 2 year old himalayan mix, but don't let my size fool you...I'm a &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYmixb3RbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S9ywCPzmOAw/s1600-h/resizeroxieboa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090798807616538034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYmixb3RbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/S9ywCPzmOAw/s320/resizeroxieboa2.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pistol! I survived Hurricane Katrina as a kitten when someone pulled me out of a sewer, so I hate the rain. But what I do like is to try to climb the curtains and knock things over, because hey, I'm punishing those humans...that hurricane was their doing, I am sure of it! A clever ruse under which to capture me and force me into captivity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sawyer-- the lion cat-- My name is Garfield, erm, I mean Sawyer and I'm 4 years &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYmvhb3RcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h5Z7KrjihYg/s1600-h/resawyerplaydead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090799026659870146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f09w4n_rF2I/RqYmvhb3RcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h5Z7KrjihYg/s320/resawyerplaydead.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;old, 13 pounds. Yeah, yeah, I know...I look like a lion. I've heard. I spend my days sleeping on the chair, but sometimes I'll move over to the couch. If I feel like it. And if I was a football player (which I wouldn't be, because who wants to use up that much of your nap time doing something athletic?) I'd be a lineman. Haha, get it...Lion-man?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, that's the family! We're all excited about Orianna II arriving tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes! Another dog in the house, finally I'm not outnumbered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ugh, another one??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, so some more excited than others...Anyhow, I'll be going to pick up Orianna tomorrow at the Atlanta airport at o'dark thirty. Hopefully tomorrow night we'll get some pictures up and post again! 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