<?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-4860783740487443365</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:30:18.721-07:00</updated><category term='Wiggles'/><category term='Santa Pic'/><category term='Santa Paws'/><category term='Christmas Tree'/><category term='Insane week'/><category term='What&apos;s the point in titles anyways??'/><category term='Business is Booming'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of a Mud Monster named Quincy</title><subtitle type='html'>Come read about the adventures of a very gorgeous very mischevious husky named Quincy who resides in PA. Along with my mum, dad and 3 bipeds. 5 ferrets, a cockatiel, a guinea pig, a rabbit, 2 gerbils, a hamster, 5 rats, hermit crabs and a boat load of fish.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8830972224431632543</id><published>2010-08-02T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:23:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradgey</title><content type='html'>Hi all -- Dana here the Zoo Crews mum. I am sorry to say that the blog is probably going to be shut down. My sister recently suddenly passed away at only 23 yrs old. Honestly I just ain't up to it anymore. We will miss you all and will drop in occasionally to read up on how you are all doing. But right now other things in our lives are more important. . . Take care and god bless. .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, Quincy &amp; The Zoo Crew &lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8830972224431632543?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8830972224431632543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8830972224431632543' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8830972224431632543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8830972224431632543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/08/tradgey.html' title='Tradgey'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-117626892461317366</id><published>2010-07-06T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:51:59.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name game closure &amp; Peanut. . .</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while. Things are good we just been busy. Having a problem getting the mum to post for us. We stole her and made her post this little update. Anyways we are all doing well today -- It's SUPER HOT here today. We are sucking up the air as mum says. But its nice. Anywho we wanted to tell you all that mum did pick a name for our newest memeber(s)... Yes memebers. The amputee -- Who the name game was for was named Lily. Because mum liked the idea that lily pads can grow up outta ugly ponds and what not. An how people can still find beauty in them just like she saw in her. So her name is now Lily and shes awesome -- Still a little nervous but shes almost fully recovered as far as her missing tail is concerened. She is no longer on meds for it or the pain. An she no longer is spraying urine on people when u touch her. She is also starting to trust people other than mum. So all is well - pics of her are forth coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note -- We have another introduction -- her name is Peanut - She is a dumbo hairless rat. Mums first hairless -- Mum fell in love with her instantly so she came to live with us. I don't know about cute but she is pretty sweet. . . I will leave the "Am I cute ? to all of you. What do you all think??. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/TDNO7w99HOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GZCWlInr6ro/s1600/peanut+the+rat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/TDNO7w99HOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GZCWlInr6ro/s400/peanut+the+rat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490819159358774498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Bows,&lt;br /&gt;  Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-117626892461317366?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/117626892461317366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=117626892461317366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/117626892461317366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/117626892461317366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/07/name-game-closure-peanut.html' title='Name game closure &amp; Peanut. . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/TDNO7w99HOI/AAAAAAAAAjI/GZCWlInr6ro/s72-c/peanut+the+rat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2104529636161804859</id><published>2010-03-30T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:28:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S7JCo2r8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAig/w2StlRErD6o/s1600/quincy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S7JCo2r8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAig/w2StlRErD6o/s400/quincy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454495368341120834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S7JCopD-0zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/W2ULoXkGJFY/s1600/quincy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S7JCopD-0zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/W2ULoXkGJFY/s400/quincy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454495364683846450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2104529636161804859?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2104529636161804859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2104529636161804859' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2104529636161804859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2104529636161804859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S7JCo2r8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAig/w2StlRErD6o/s72-c/quincy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-335517565789886817</id><published>2010-03-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:37:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name game --- Everyone plz play along!</title><content type='html'>Ready to play along. I will fill you in on the details first. Mum and Dad are adopting a special needs rattie girl. She is an albino (meaning she is white with pink eyes). She was severely injured and has only a smidgen left for a tail. Her tail was very badly injured by a MORON and had to be amputated. So mum and dad were asked to adopt her and happily jumped on the opportunity. Apparently she is "mean" and bites everyone but mum had no problems handling her or giving her meds. So when she gets a clean bill of health from the vet and is off her meds she is to become a fur-ever part of the zoo crew. So we are holding a game to help us name her. So give it your best go leave your suggestions in the comment section and the winner will be announced and will receive a special prize from us the zoo crew. :-) Let the games begin!! . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip is to remember she is a girl and mum likes unique and different names. Don't mean you have to suggest unique names just a thought. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-335517565789886817?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/335517565789886817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=335517565789886817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/335517565789886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/335517565789886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/name-game-everyone-plz-play-along.html' title='Name game --- Everyone plz play along!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4855609943425452844</id><published>2010-03-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:31:50.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak of. .</title><content type='html'>Talk about remembering -- Yeah well this past weekend/week have really been about remembering. Not only did this past week take our beloved Candy Kisses from our mum-mum &amp; pop-pop. But the Zoo Crew suffered two huge blows. Nova (the last remaining outta mum's original 4 ferrets) and Ducky (Cera our rats mum) both crossed over the bridge. :-( Hence why we've been so scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that the humans and bipeds of the family have been sick and puking. YUCK!! So yeah its been a very rough week for all us here at the Zoo Crew. :-( Please just bear with us while we try to get through this virus as mum is calling it. Whatever that is -- An the loss of our beloved friends. . . God Speed Nova &amp; Ducky. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4855609943425452844?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4855609943425452844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4855609943425452844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4855609943425452844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4855609943425452844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/speak-of.html' title='Speak of. .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8794534691341853764</id><published>2010-03-03T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:57:46.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering. . .</title><content type='html'>Hey fellow bloggers. Quincy here head of the "zoo crew". As a few of you have seen we had to say good-bye to a family member yesterday. Mum-Mum &amp; Pop-Pop had to help Candy Kisses cross over the bridge yesterday morning. She has been with our family for a very long time and she fought a very good fight. But unfortunately the medications she was on for her heart unfortunately stopped working. Thus allowing the fluids to fill up in and around her heart and lungs. She was as the doctors explained to my mum and my mum-mum &amp; pop-pop drowning in her own fluids. They said they could have done things to "prolong the inevitable" but it was only doing that and would cause her a great deal of pain. So the decision was made to free her of her pain and help her on her way to the bridge. So our sweet Candy Kisses is no longer hurting and is with all those who went before her. Playing happily and free from her pains and worries once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was befitting to take today to remember some of our family's fur-kids who have crossed over the bridge. So I have composed a few pics -- May they all rest in peace and know how much they were and are loved and cherished and know they are not forgotten. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Mum &amp; Dad's Jack Russell Terrier, Lucky. Whom mum rescued from a man who kept him in a crate that was 2 sizes too small for him. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S452R_gqsNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OxesG7PjGrw/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S452R_gqsNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OxesG7PjGrw/s400/IMG012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444419051015811282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's Chinchilla Tigger. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4506KVO4rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0XMYuDrjUPs/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4506KVO4rI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0XMYuDrjUPs/s400/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444417542092153522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp; Dads first two ferrets Romeo and Juliet. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4505-I4ZoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9IQSEmIwbIU/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4505-I4ZoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9IQSEmIwbIU/s400/IMG019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444417538819122818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least Candy Kisses &amp; Peaches &amp; Creme. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4505tnhvTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9kGFSAEhCK4/s1600-h/IMG004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4505tnhvTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9kGFSAEhCK4/s400/IMG004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444417534384258354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they all dance among the stars and know they are loved and missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will probably be a week for remembering all those who have gone. Please bear with us during these trying times. Thank you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Quincy &amp; Zoo Crew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8794534691341853764?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8794534691341853764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8794534691341853764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8794534691341853764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8794534691341853764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembering.html' title='Remembering. . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S452R_gqsNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OxesG7PjGrw/s72-c/IMG012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6445191053288135112</id><published>2010-03-02T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:45:50.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Speed Candy Kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S40yT0JG-DI/AAAAAAAAAho/6zPneqa1H-Y/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S40yT0JG-DI/AAAAAAAAAho/6zPneqa1H-Y/s400/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444062840556550194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . Go be happy, healthy and young again. Dance among the stars and be with Peaches and Nanook. Until we can be together again my dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6445191053288135112?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6445191053288135112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6445191053288135112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6445191053288135112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6445191053288135112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-speed-candy-kisses.html' title='God Speed Candy Kisses.'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S40yT0JG-DI/AAAAAAAAAho/6zPneqa1H-Y/s72-c/IMG008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3448034432336408736</id><published>2010-02-24T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:31:23.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu8p2R_TI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zNdMfTqQw-w/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu8p2R_TI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zNdMfTqQw-w/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442018450540199218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu8PXMT5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/x-U07dfa510/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu8PXMT5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/x-U07dfa510/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442018443430481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu70X4rdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XX4FcuoXluQ/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu70X4rdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XX4FcuoXluQ/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442018436185632210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu7fJ-pWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gYefE6AX03A/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu7fJ-pWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gYefE6AX03A/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442018430490158434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3448034432336408736?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3448034432336408736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3448034432336408736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3448034432336408736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3448034432336408736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S4Xu8p2R_TI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zNdMfTqQw-w/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2032196256571489413</id><published>2010-02-15T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:05:54.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Award 101</title><content type='html'>I got an award!! Thanks to my new friend &lt;a href="http://bigbubbaandbabyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02"&gt;Sally Ann&lt;/a&gt;. Thank woo so much Sally Ann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3lYvv0T0jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/UbGfHCKLv8U/s1600-h/Sweet_Friends_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3lYvv0T0jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/UbGfHCKLv8U/s400/Sweet_Friends_Award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438475602339549746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awards Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 - Copy image to your blog - Done!&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2. List 10 things that make you happy and try to do one today.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order of significance. - Will do!!&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3 - Tag 10 bloggers who brighten your day. -- Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having an awesome fur-ever home and being surrounded by people who love me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing in the snow with mums bi-peds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to my Aunt Bev's to play with my brother Tristin and her other fur-babies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Snuggling on the couch with my family.&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing people happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Having the bi-ped "sneak" me goodies. Yum, Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;7. When mum's parents come to visit. Pop-Pop &amp; Mum-Mum always bring me bologna! Mmm. .&lt;br /&gt;8. Water -- I love pools -- Not baths -- just pools.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mud -- Oh boy do I enjoy that. Hence the Mud-man nickname.&lt;br /&gt;10. Rescue groups out there who save animals and help out doggies and pets like me. Who probably wouldn't be alive without them. Rescues and people who rescue ROCK!! Keep up the good work! We all love and appreciate it, even if we can't physically say it to you. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hard part -- Who do I pass this wonderful award on to?... I present this award to the following bloggers. Sorry if you already got it, But I think you all rock and deserve it. Even if it's doubled. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dave, Ammy, Zim, &amp; Stormy of the Army of &lt;a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Four aka Ao4&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;2. Georgie &amp; Pele of &lt;a href="http://ahuskyslifeforus.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Husky's Life For Us&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;3. Guinness &amp; Shiloh from &lt;a href="http://bisbetica-denise.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Stoutino Inn &amp; Foster Kennel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Indy from &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Husky's Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.TheThunderingHerd.com"&gt;The Thundering Herd -- all of you&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;6. All the dogs over at the &lt;a href="http://lifewithdogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life with Dogs&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;7. Phantom &amp; Thunder from over at The &lt;a href="http://thechronicleofwoos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chronicle of Woos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. Holly &amp; Khandy Lynn from over at &lt;a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly's House&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://summitthesuperblogginmal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summit&lt;/a&gt; the Supper "Bloggin" Mal.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but certainly not least -- My bea-woo-ti-ful girlfriend Bama along with the rest of her pack. Osiris, Mikki, Cracker, &amp; Chili over at the &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sibes of Anarchy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phhew* That was a lot harder than I thought. But you are all deserving of this award. So enjoy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2032196256571489413?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2032196256571489413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2032196256571489413' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2032196256571489413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2032196256571489413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-award-101.html' title='Happy Award 101'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3lYvv0T0jI/AAAAAAAAAg4/UbGfHCKLv8U/s72-c/Sweet_Friends_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3008996087263792161</id><published>2010-02-13T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:01:10.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Fort</title><content type='html'>Just like I promised here are a few photos of our snow fort. This thing was so much fum to build. I of course didn't build it. I over saw productions and made sure it was safe and up to standards. But boy did me and the boys have blast play on, in, and with it. Enojoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aF3vT6hXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/bZPFzUfB_-E/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aF3vT6hXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/bZPFzUfB_-E/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437680792735745394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFIYOkBXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xB9menHXaCg/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFIYOkBXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xB9menHXaCg/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679979085432178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFIDDchaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MUfpMZgzlZY/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFIDDchaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MUfpMZgzlZY/s400/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679973401658786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFH4JcKSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GcDZQi4QCl4/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFH4JcKSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GcDZQi4QCl4/s400/IMG_3185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679970474010914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFHWoy-CI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WJ_s3KyOWNs/s1600-h/IMG_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFHWoy-CI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WJ_s3KyOWNs/s400/IMG_3175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679961478723618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFHFI_aqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XsbAa8_K8EY/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aFHFI_aqI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XsbAa8_K8EY/s400/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437679956781918882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo,&lt;br /&gt;  Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3008996087263792161?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3008996087263792161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3008996087263792161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3008996087263792161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3008996087263792161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-fort.html' title='Snow Fort'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S3aF3vT6hXI/AAAAAAAAAgo/bZPFzUfB_-E/s72-c/IMG_3155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4714745663690357098</id><published>2010-02-11T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:18:26.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what we got?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15c05ab3d30aa7e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c05ab3d30aa7e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4127205AE3D8FD3855DDC6804C5F9ACEE3A9DF54.4140742C3958D8FA2EF7D5523FD8333DCC97F10A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c05ab3d30aa7e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0wc7So0VxYyPH6fA6kLFnxYKTDE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c05ab3d30aa7e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4127205AE3D8FD3855DDC6804C5F9ACEE3A9DF54.4140742C3958D8FA2EF7D5523FD8333DCC97F10A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c05ab3d30aa7e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0wc7So0VxYyPH6fA6kLFnxYKTDE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup thats right we got snow and lots of it. We are currently building a snow fort. I of course as you can see from my very short video overseeing productions. More pics and videos are soon to come. As I have finally gotten that lazy mum of mine to master the video app on her new camera!! XoXo Miss you all dearly. Pics of the snow fort to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4714745663690357098?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4714745663690357098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4714745663690357098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4714745663690357098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4714745663690357098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-what-we-got.html' title='Guess what we got?!?!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5814921033016380377</id><published>2010-02-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:57:47.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on da snow</title><content type='html'>Yep that's about all for today just waiting for the snow. Mums off for the weekend, the bipeds are ready to play wiff me in it. An dad should be home soon. So there is nothing to do but wait on the snow -- Where o where can it be???...... I am getting impatient here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5814921033016380377?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5814921033016380377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5814921033016380377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5814921033016380377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5814921033016380377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-on-da-snow.html' title='Waiting on da snow'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1312656011940862734</id><published>2010-01-29T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:03:09.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dibs</title><content type='html'>Bunny hellos to all the bloggers out there. Snowball here and guess what. . I FOUND MY FUR-EVER HOME!!! I am now officially a full fledged member of the "Zoo Crew". Bun-Woos!! Mum and dad made the announcement last night when they went out and spend a bun-load of money on widdle-ole-me. I got a new cage, a hiding/eating house, toys, a new water bottle, a new litter pan. Yes, I am litter trained! I am so bunny-cited and happy. My new cage is HUGE, almost three times the size of what I am accustomed to living in. Its almost as big as Quincy's dog crate. Its higher, bigger and has way more fun stuff in it. I am a very happy bunny. Since I came to stay here with the zoo crew my life has improved three fold. I now know what love and safety and fruits and veggies are!! An let me tell you they are all awesome things. I have also included a bunny load of pics for your enjoyment. Check out the new dibs! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2_PpzupI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kj0nDfTjx6w/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2_PpzupI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kj0nDfTjx6w/s400/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175666956319378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2-ojYD9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/XW9WnqJrwa0/s1600-h/IMG_3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2-ojYD9I/AAAAAAAAAfo/XW9WnqJrwa0/s400/IMG_3123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175656460357586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2-RYWbGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/21NJZN25JUE/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2-RYWbGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/21NJZN25JUE/s400/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175650240097378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2oYsfyoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OT3DVyu_dWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2oYsfyoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OT3DVyu_dWQ/s400/IMG_3117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175274246523522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2n08l36I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HmeIRPAfXUM/s1600-h/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2n08l36I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HmeIRPAfXUM/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175264650354594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2nRPJwkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/k5ma864MH9E/s1600-h/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2nRPJwkI/AAAAAAAAAfI/k5ma864MH9E/s400/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175255064527426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2nMSPLxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/c-JYp4o7wTs/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2nMSPLxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/c-JYp4o7wTs/s400/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175253735288594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2mua87QI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aBpG9xPKvUE/s1600-h/IMG_3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2mua87QI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aBpG9xPKvUE/s400/IMG_3121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175245718777090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1312656011940862734?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1312656011940862734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1312656011940862734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1312656011940862734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1312656011940862734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-dibs.html' title='New Dibs'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2L2_PpzupI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kj0nDfTjx6w/s72-c/IMG_3125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8106204184436339146</id><published>2010-01-28T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:27:07.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me Freckles aka Spaz</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers. I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Freckles but my family calls me Spaz. I am a European Black Bear Hamster. . Roarrr. No, just kidding about the roar part. Sorry hamster humor. Anyways I am the resident hamster in the Savage family zoo crew. I came to live with the crew about 2 months ago. I had a home but my owners decided they couldn't keep me any longer. Some nonsense about me keeping them up all night long, Whatever. So I like to run on my wheel at night and I like to hoard my food on it while I am doing it. Don't let itty bitty me keep you up. I mean geesh those people snored ungodly and they didn't care about keeping me up all day when they wanted to poke and prod at me. I never bit them or threw them outta their home, now did I?! The nerve of some people!! Anyways my former owners brought me into my mums work where she immediately thought I was absolutely adorable but was apprehensive of taking in another member. Because she was nervous around hamsters as everyone shes ever cared for has bitten her. She dove right in like a good mum does and grabbed me. I screamed because I was scared and yelled and hollered but she stood her ground. An since no one else at her work wanted me or wanted to adopt me. Mum called dad and the rest is zoo crew history. I must admit I am pretty glad I got to come live here. I got pretty sweet dibs, I get to sleep all day. I get fresh fruits and veggies daily. Including but not limited to carrots, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, collard greens, grapes, apples, and even an occasional dog cookie. But lets not tell Quincy that one. I don't want him hating me and wanting to eat me. He already has a cow when I get to go in my pretty pink exercise ball. He will try to roll me around with his nose and I go spinning in circles. Really freaks me out, was fun at first but he just don't stop. Luckily mum lets me in my ball when all the bipeds are in bed and so is Quincy and most of the other crew members. She allows me to be a hamster and accommodates my schedule. Which is pretty rocking. ;-) Oh and for those of you who are curious as to how I got the name "Spaz". Its because I like to scream and holler a lot. Mum says I spaz out. LOL. Here are a few pics of me for your enjoyment. Thanks everyone for letting me introduce myself and babble. Hope to get to know all of your personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Freckles aka Spaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYQMGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAew/d_0ltxfNtK4/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYQMGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAew/d_0ltxfNtK4/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431790029480173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPxrRP6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ARo8mr1J6BU/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPxrRP6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ARo8mr1J6BU/s400/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431790022385811362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPZXmTzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KQ86kgdpgdM/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPZXmTzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KQ86kgdpgdM/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431790015860854578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPJ6pa2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZteY8-7xYdk/s1600-h/IMG_3115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYPJ6pa2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ZteY8-7xYdk/s400/IMG_3115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431790011712891746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8106204184436339146?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8106204184436339146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8106204184436339146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8106204184436339146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8106204184436339146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-me-freckles-aka-spaz.html' title='Just me Freckles aka Spaz'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2GYQMGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAew/d_0ltxfNtK4/s72-c/IMG_3111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-617424680806211592</id><published>2010-01-27T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:55:54.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2EKwtVNlLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/c2nbTmP7Vz8/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2EKwtVNlLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/c2nbTmP7Vz8/s400/IMG_2787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431634457504093362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2EKwYGNlJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IXAaxH_syWg/s1600-h/IMG_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2EKwYGNlJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IXAaxH_syWg/s400/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431634451804034194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-617424680806211592?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/617424680806211592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=617424680806211592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/617424680806211592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/617424680806211592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesdays.html' title='Wordless Wednesdays'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S2EKwtVNlLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/c2nbTmP7Vz8/s72-c/IMG_2787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6994318549048022403</id><published>2010-01-26T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:21:51.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Crew Updates</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers. It's me Quincy things here are slowly getting back to normal. Mum has finally come to grips with the fact that crew memebers Eclipse, Laa Laa &amp; Cera are gone. We all actually have finally come to accept it. Yes, it stinks but it is. I really think that the addition of Snowball has helped heal the hurt for everyone. Mum finally told dad that shes staying and dad did his usual pick on the newbie thing. Which in our house means that the bunny is here to stay. So those of you who said she was staying were right. Mum and dad are currently searching out a new home for Snowball. I personally ain't very fond of Ms. Snowball. But she makes mum and the bipeds happy so I deal. I really would like to eat her but I promised mum I wouldn't. Oops did I say that allowed?!?!? Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I haven't posted any new pics recently on account of all the drama and cuz mums computer was on the "ritz" . .  Does that sound right? Anyways I found this one on mums computer and it was from this past snow storm. Right before the AO4 posted about the snow monster stealing all the snow. . . Man I miss this!!. . . Enjoy. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1-Skq8GUmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a15WAQ_vGLc/s1600-h/IMG_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1-Skq8GUmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a15WAQ_vGLc/s400/IMG_2961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431220834331415138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6994318549048022403?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6994318549048022403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6994318549048022403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6994318549048022403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6994318549048022403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoo-crew-updates.html' title='Zoo Crew Updates'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1-Skq8GUmI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a15WAQ_vGLc/s72-c/IMG_2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7780067961363577857</id><published>2010-01-18T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:05:04.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Everyone here is down and depressed about the status of things here with the crew. With the passing of Eclipse and Laa Laa and now Cera noone is really speaking much. Mum is trying to put on her happy vasad but it's obvious to me that she isn't. Her oldest biped is about to turn 5 and shes panning a party for him. It's going to be on this Saturday which is cool because it means I get to spend the weekend at my Aunts with my brother Tristin. So that's a positive I am looking forward to playing with him and the rest of my brothers siblings. My Aunt has 7 dogs -- all Huskys!! Yes that's a total of 8 huskys all under one roof!! Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are scattered and all over the place at best. The whole crew is aloof. Dad came home with a big surprise yesterday. He brought home a bunny rabbit. Yes, A rabbit this is supposed to be a dwarf rabbit. To which mum says she is doubtful it is. Mum wasn't exactly thrilled about the concept of a bunny coming to live with us. But dad said it was a "foster rabbit" that would only stay till mum could find her a suitable home. A friend of our family's was going to dump this bunny off at a shelter who was going to euthanize it. She is currently only 6 months old. (The owner said the didn't if it was a he/she. So mum sexed it and it's a she.) So dad said no we would take it in till mum could find it (her) a home. Hence how Snowball because part of the zoo crew. Or at least for now a part of the zoo crew. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is still swearing shes only a foster. But I know otherwise, I know my mum. Aside from that Snowball looks just like mums childhood rabbit Cuddles. So the lucky bunny hit the jackpot! Mum introduced her to fresh veggies and she loves them. I don't think her previous parents gave her much in the means of the creature comforts like we are accustomed to. But she will learn just as we did. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was NOT happy about the rabbits (now named Snowball) living conditions. Her cage was tiny, dirty and they had kitty litter in her litter pan. They sent her with plenty of hay, a bowl full of food, and moldy chew sticks and treats. I mean come on -- seriously -- Not in this house!! So dad, mum and the bipeds went out last night and spend money on new things for the "foster bunny". The only thing mum didn't pick out was a new cage for her yet. She claimed she "didn't like any the store had" "None were big enough for her.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has already joking told mum to stop kidding herself that he knows Snowball isn't going anywheres. He said our house is like the catch all for all unwanted/unloved critters. To which mum replies and this is a bad thing how?? Then dad says "I didn't say it was a bad thing darling." So yeah I am putting my money on the fact that Snowball is going to become a perminate member of the zoo crew. But that part I guess it to be continued. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enclosed a few pics of her for all your enjoyment. ;-) Hope you like em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XIAF67SpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-CbfUwanwXE/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464829779888786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XIAF67SpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-CbfUwanwXE/s400/IMG_3072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_93dtLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Q4y-hBJA4ok/s1600-h/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464827617883314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_93dtLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Q4y-hBJA4ok/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_lMWu5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9QMQXCiyQj0/s1600-h/IMG_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464820994620306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_lMWu5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/9QMQXCiyQj0/s400/IMG_3069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_E6aFgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D8Foi9sdNOk/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464812329408002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH_E6aFgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/D8Foi9sdNOk/s400/IMG_3068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH-8sXPsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vH-uD0pVsjk/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464810123017922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XH-8sXPsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vH-uD0pVsjk/s400/IMG_3070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7780067961363577857?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7780067961363577857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7780067961363577857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7780067961363577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7780067961363577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowball.html' title='Snowball'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S1XIAF67SpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-CbfUwanwXE/s72-c/IMG_3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8043523404059290941</id><published>2010-01-12T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:40:25.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us here at the Savage Zoo have decided that were are going to pull the plug on our blog. We don't have enough followers to stress out about posting each day. We wish you all well and hope you all have wonderful lives. So yeah goodbye and good luck everyone. It was fun while it lasted. . . . XoXo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quincy &amp;amp; The Savage Zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8043523404059290941?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8043523404059290941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8043523404059290941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8043523404059290941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8043523404059290941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes. . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1183075961796938023</id><published>2010-01-11T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:02:10.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just good ole me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0tZUy_7jqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DZ40IN1xQwc/s1600-h/New+pics+of+kids+%26+zoo+pics+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528389920067234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0tZUy_7jqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DZ40IN1xQwc/s400/New+pics+of+kids+%26+zoo+pics+416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haaaa--Rooo! I miss you all! XoXo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1183075961796938023?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1183075961796938023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1183075961796938023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1183075961796938023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1183075961796938023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-good-ole-me.html' title='Just good ole me!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0tZUy_7jqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DZ40IN1xQwc/s72-c/New+pics+of+kids+%26+zoo+pics+416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7477907489515074457</id><published>2010-01-08T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:27:06.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me -- Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hello everyone. Pumpkin here, Zoo Crew's resident Guinea Pig. I am 8 months old and am female. I like snuggling in my blankie, being cuddled and doing normal Guinea Pig things. Such as popping, squeaking, and eating. Some of my favorite foods are my hay, baby peeled carrots, lettuce, apples, a grape, apples, oranges broccoli, cauliflower, collard greens. Yeah -- I like pretty much all of it. I am a long haired guinea pig. Mum says shes always seen pics of them but never had one. When she got me she didn't know I was going to be a long haired guinea. You have to brush us a lot or our hair mattes up on us. Quincy tells me I might just be part Siberian as I HATE being brushed. I always try to run away or I scream. Then I will roll over and try to eat the brush. Haha. I will leave you all with a cute picture of me snuggled up in my favorite blankie. Hope you all have a guinea-tasic day. Was a pleasure meeting and introducing myself to you. I look forward to getting to know you all personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424373294232705042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0c-xYPbGBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rEDcN3ptvlA/s400/pumpkin.bmp" /&gt;XoXo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7477907489515074457?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7477907489515074457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7477907489515074457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7477907489515074457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7477907489515074457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-me-pumpkin.html' title='Just me -- Pumpkin'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0c-xYPbGBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/rEDcN3ptvlA/s72-c/pumpkin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3144872252000912637</id><published>2010-01-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:34:59.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Brownie &amp; Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. Brownie and Pepper here. Zoo crews resident female gerbils. We are sisters and came to live with the zoo crew in June 2009. We were born in May 2009. Mum says she never considered having us (gerbils) as pets. But she fell in love with us because we were so sweet hence how we became members of the now famous "Zoo Crew". Brownie (me) is the brown colored one &amp;amp; my sister Pepper is black and white. Our mums middle son named us. He says we are his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gerr&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;billz&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6yiEBW5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/xMC2rGoSL88/s1600-h/IMG2687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424017072281705362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6yiEBW5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/xMC2rGoSL88/s400/IMG2687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pic of me Brownie. Ain't I cute??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6yYyYAfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qajy0B0_3vI/s1600-h/IMG2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424017069791773170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6yYyYAfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qajy0B0_3vI/s400/IMG2693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister Pepper. She's pretty cute too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6x3kFH6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Mo7x37ZFD9U/s1600-h/IMG2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424017060873445282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6x3kFH6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Mo7x37ZFD9U/s400/IMG2686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pepper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6xfsKt0I/AAAAAAAAAco/Qma46DTyZC4/s1600-h/IMG2688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424017054464915266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6xfsKt0I/AAAAAAAAAco/Qma46DTyZC4/s400/IMG2688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me again in an action photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6xDZzguI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5GCiY_aVGYs/s1600-h/IMG2683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424017046871704290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6xDZzguI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5GCiY_aVGYs/s400/IMG2683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of our crib if you may. It's pretty sweet mum spoils us rotten!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Minimum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt; for 2 gerbils is a 10 gallon tank. Plastic is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; for gerbils. For those of you who aren't familiar with our species. We are expert chewers and can chew through blown ceramic! So we chew a lot and destroy plastic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enclosures&lt;/span&gt; pretty quickly. Hence why its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; to keep us in glass aquariums with secure lids. ;-) Anyways back to our home like I was saying its an aquarium. A 29 gallon to be exact and mum does it up nice. Its girlie and she changes it once a week and moves around the decor and adds/removes things each week to keep us stimulated and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about all. We look forward to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; with all of yous. Thanks for listening to me babble about my sister and I. If you have any questions about gerbils or gerbil care or housing. Ask, I'd be happy to fill you in. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed day everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brownie &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3144872252000912637?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3144872252000912637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3144872252000912637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3144872252000912637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3144872252000912637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/introducing-brownie-pepper.html' title='Introducing Brownie &amp; Pepper'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S0X6yiEBW5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/xMC2rGoSL88/s72-c/IMG2687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6316116202906019560</id><published>2010-01-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:06:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us first start off by introducing ourselves. We are the zoo crews ferrets. There are 5 of us, 'Nova or Casanova, Oreo, P.I.P for Pretty in Pink (I am albino), Lil' Foot and Petry. We are the resident ferrets of the zoo crew. Most of us have been adopted by mum. Living here is pretty awesome, we get about 3 hours free roam around the house in the AM. Then at night after the kiddies go to bed we get another 3 so it's pretty sweet. I guess It's safe to say we are living the sweet life.  We have a pretty large cage (word around the zoo is we are getting a bigger one when income comes in), toys, hammocks, sacks, beds, good food and tons of goodies. We like most ferrets we LOVE to sleep and do it ALOT! *Yawns* -- Speaking of sleep I think it's time for us to take a nap. Was nice meeting and introducing ourselves to everyone.  We look forward to blogging with all of yous. We just hope and pray your all as nice as our buddy Quincy!! *Yawns* Have a fun-filled ferret-tastic day all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XoXo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6316116202906019560?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6316116202906019560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6316116202906019560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6316116202906019560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6316116202906019560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-introductions.html' title='First Introductions'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-313917397694007221</id><published>2010-01-05T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:52:10.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, Dana here -- Quincy &amp;amp; The zoo crews mum. As some of you may have read the crew and I suffered a major loss this past weekend. Both our beloved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;conures&lt;/span&gt; Eclipse and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; passed away. Then yesterday one of our beloved rats &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cera&lt;/span&gt; is very ill and appears to be dying. Things are rough right now for us all. We are having a very hard time dealing with all the loss. The kids (whom the birds belonged to) are taking it hardest of all. Told me I was a liar because I told them they could keep their birds forever. :-( That really tore me up inside. How do you explain to a 4 and 3 year old that god wanted them so he took them. That now they are happy and flying free watching over us?!?! Losing loved ones is never easy this I believe goes without saying. But the whole house is off. Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cockatiel&lt;/span&gt; is confused she isn't singing like she usually does and she is just -- depressed. The house is for a lack of better words -- Quiet. Ironic usually I wouldn't say this is a bad thing. But in this case I have to make an exception. I miss their screams. I miss hearing Eclipse scream at me for his "goodies" and then saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whatcha&lt;/span&gt; doing?" "I will be a good boy, I promise". Then his sinister laughter. I miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; screaming "Whats good" "Pretty birdie". It's too quiet around here!!. . . .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids want to get "new birds". But I am not ready to go down that road just yet. There are no replacements for them. They were one of kind kinda birds. Does that make sense?? I tried to explain to them that we needed to heal. Michael tried to tell them we were just going to spend time with the zoo crew and make them all happy. They seemed OK with that. My mother is bitching at me saying I have to get the kids replacement birds. Am I wrong or selfish for not wanting to get "replacement" birds?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just don't know. I am not handling this at all. I don't want to and I can't, not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-313917397694007221?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/313917397694007221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=313917397694007221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/313917397694007221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/313917397694007221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1651857099164273518</id><published>2010-01-04T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:44:46.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrific Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning everyone. I believe the title says it all. I know we were supposed to start off the new years by introducing the rest of the zoo crew. We'll sadly we are starting off the new years with a tremendous loss. The zoo crew is now down by 2 members. Sadly Eclipse and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; Birdie have both crossed the birdie bridge and are no longer with us. I would just like to take this time to remember them as the wonderful fun birds they were. God speed Eclipse and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laa&lt;/span&gt; Birdie. Although you are gone you are not forgotten and will be with us all always. We will forever miss you both dearly. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1651857099164273518?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1651857099164273518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1651857099164273518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1651857099164273518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1651857099164273518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2010/01/horrific-tragedy.html' title='Horrific Tragedy'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-9216904827662716176</id><published>2009-12-30T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:19:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Updates soon to come. . .</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone out there. This is Dana, Quincy's mum. I had a nice long talk with Quincy and we have decided to allow the rest of the "Zoo crew" to post on here too. So the blog is going to be going some major changes. We are all going to do our best to at least have one post a day/night. Quincy and I both feel as tho its going to be easier for everyone to take turns on posting. Rather than just leaving everything up to him. He is happy about it and the other critters are excited to get to know everyone and introduce themselves. Introductions are soon to come. . . For now we all want to wish you a very Merry Christmas (hope it was wonderful) and a very Happy New Years!! XoXo to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, Quincy &amp;amp; The Zoo Crew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-9216904827662716176?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/9216904827662716176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=9216904827662716176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/9216904827662716176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/9216904827662716176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-updates-soon-to-come.html' title='New Updates soon to come. . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5939532155295229350</id><published>2009-11-26T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:56:11.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turkey day everyone. Hope you all have a very blessed happy Thanksgiving day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Sw5sdwV9gbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/q84AqU5SqRQ/s1600/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408379460967563698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Sw5sdwV9gbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/q84AqU5SqRQ/s400/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5939532155295229350?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5939532155295229350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5939532155295229350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5939532155295229350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5939532155295229350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy. . . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Sw5sdwV9gbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/q84AqU5SqRQ/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-310522411336429910</id><published>2009-11-06T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:18:21.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught red handed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUefRD6MJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WcV0DwwEUU/s1600-h/IMG2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401256850605355154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUefRD6MJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WcV0DwwEUU/s400/IMG2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He promised I was the only one. . . Then I found this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUefOrTiqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/smEzhDi3wMk/s1600-h/IMG2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401256849965288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUefOrTiqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/smEzhDi3wMk/s400/IMG2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this!!! An even worse yet. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUeet8X57I/AAAAAAAAAcA/-Ar4HI4Xow8/s1600-h/IMG2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401256841178507186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUeet8X57I/AAAAAAAAAcA/-Ar4HI4Xow8/s400/IMG2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am just speechless. I can't believe he'd do this to me. The Lil cheater!! I thought I was his only!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-310522411336429910?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/310522411336429910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=310522411336429910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/310522411336429910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/310522411336429910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheater.html' title='Cheater!!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SvUefRD6MJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WcV0DwwEUU/s72-c/IMG2702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6214442157571247083</id><published>2009-10-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:24:45.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while. . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Yeah so it's been a while since I posted anything. Things been chaotic around here to say the least. Mom is back at work and has been for almost 8 months. We have a bunch of additions to our zoo-crew. Which includes 5 female rats, 2 female gerbils, a female guinea pig, a boat load of hermit crabs, and various aquatic life. I'm OK with everyone living here 'cept those darned rats. When I lay near their cage they pull my hair or tail into their cage and either pull my hair out or try to bite me. They are just -- and daddy agrees with me on this one -- YUCKY!!! I wanna eat them so bad but momma won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if I told you's or not but we have another biped too. His name is Christopher William and hes going to be 11 months old soon. He's my lil pal!! I've included a pic of him. How stinking cute is he????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/St9CC5pihgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_oGbychNsqM/s1600-h/IMG2464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395103496215365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/St9CC5pihgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_oGbychNsqM/s400/IMG2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note Momma had my pictures taken at her work by a "professional photographer". Whatever that is?!?! Momma was happy with them -- I didn't cooperate at all, but mom loves them. But I was told she can't put them up anywhere because they are "special". So that kinda stinks but they do look good or so I am told. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my bloggin friends and my Bama. But I promise to try to update more often. Miss you all!! XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6214442157571247083?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6214442157571247083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6214442157571247083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6214442157571247083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6214442157571247083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-while.html' title='Been a while. . . . . .'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/St9CC5pihgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_oGbychNsqM/s72-c/IMG2464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7774874271211500397</id><published>2009-02-12T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:59:44.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vet Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you already know I had my yearly vet visit and check-up this past week. It went pretty well if I do say so myself. I now weight in at 60.5 lbs -- Which my vet said is GREAT!! He complemented my mom on how well behaved I was. He told her that my teeth are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt;. I had my shots, a heart worm test, and a fecal test done. All which was negative -- I assume that is good. Because after mom got the call that the tests were negative I got to have my yummy pill. I did in true Siberian Husky standards give the doctor a hard time when he wanted to drawl my blood. I immediately hit the deck and rolled over. He actually had to drawl my blood while I was upside down. HA HA serves him right -- I can't believe he actually thought I was going to make it easy for him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt; -- I am a husky! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best part about the whole ordeal was afterwards my mom took me to the store and I got to get a few "goodies" as she likes to call them. I picked out a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ham bone&lt;/span&gt; -- YUM YUM!! A new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; toy and a chew-lot-a-bone -- even tho they don't last me very long, I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE them!! Oh and I got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; bed too. Yeah I am all for this shot business if I get the star treatment like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; after!! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; between all us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DWB's&lt;/span&gt;. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New pics are forth coming. I gotta find out how to get them out of moms new camera thingy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7774874271211500397?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7774874271211500397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7774874271211500397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7774874271211500397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7774874271211500397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-vet-visit.html' title='My Vet Visit'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1537068470682929665</id><published>2009-02-09T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:59:10.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the year again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh -- It's happened, it's that time of the year again -- Yearly check up. Which means I get shots and tests and all that other good stuff that goes along with it. BOO!!! The only good thing about it is I get to go with just my mommy and afterwards I always get to go to the store to get a new toy and a bone. Yeah that's right I am spoiled and a brat -- Be jealous!! I go tomorrow and will blog and let everyone know how things went afterwards! Paws crossed for me! Mom thinks I got too fat -- How rude!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1537068470682929665?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1537068470682929665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1537068470682929665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1537068470682929665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1537068470682929665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of the year again'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3320095007115974799</id><published>2009-02-05T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:23:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Jerker -- Beware!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a re-post. I did NOT write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it is fictional, it sends a strong message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spay and Neuter your pets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pass it on...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I found this on a website called www.helpsaveone.org. It's a wonderful website and it helps animals about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please read it you want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school. There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am. I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do. First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man. The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning. Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food. So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages. I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs. They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their belly's. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy. I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name. They will not die without a name. I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch. I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber. Some tilt their heads to try to understand. I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me. I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven. After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security. As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room. We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box. The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs. As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die. We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back. Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us. My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals. We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time. They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad. I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town. It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends. I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play. I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out. I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did. In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I over stuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags. They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP! So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop. As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate. This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3320095007115974799?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3320095007115974799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3320095007115974799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3320095007115974799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3320095007115974799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tear-jerker-beware.html' title='Tear Jerker -- Beware!!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4863753894984919308</id><published>2009-01-07T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:30:45.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 way there!!</title><content type='html'>OK so we are 1/2 way there with the OK for fostering. Mom &amp;amp; dad are on board. Where's the other half come into play you ask? -- Well see mom &amp;amp; dad don't own our house. We rent and our landlord is an awesome guy and loves dogs. Espically huskys but we aren't sure how hes going to feel about us fostering. Dad is supposed to talk to him about it this weekend and hopefully get the other half needed for us to go ahead with it. I am hoping and keeping my paws crossed that he gives us the go ahead. I am really looking forward to having pups to help out. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Oh yeah and those good old sibe vibes we all know work so well!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-&gt; Bama I haven't heard from you in a LONGGG time. Do woo think of me?? Because I still think of you -- ALOT!! XXOOXXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4863753894984919308?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4863753894984919308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4863753894984919308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4863753894984919308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4863753894984919308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-way-there.html' title='1/2 way there!!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1884873215519374547</id><published>2009-01-06T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:35:10.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fostering</title><content type='html'>I am kind of excited -- Why you ask -- Well mom &amp;amp; dad are talking about fostering huskys. They have been considering it for a long time. An already are deeply involved in husky rescues. But there are a few dogs that are in desperate need of help right now and no one is able to take them. So mom &amp;amp; dad are taking about helping out by fostering at least one of them. Paws crossed that they do -- I want some new playmates and I can't wait to help other huskys in need learn what its like to have a warm bed to sleep in and a full bowl every morning and evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1884873215519374547?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1884873215519374547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1884873215519374547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1884873215519374547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1884873215519374547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/01/fostering.html' title='Fostering'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1215113142716648434</id><published>2009-01-05T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:18:43.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SWJq6j4KhaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NW-5kMRW55k/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287906466782152098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SWJq6j4KhaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NW-5kMRW55k/s400/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SWJq6Cx1EAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l55JCmbXnH0/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287906457897209858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SWJq6Cx1EAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l55JCmbXnH0/s400/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everypup. I know it's been a LONG time since I blogged. I have been quite busy and actually was on vacation with my DWB brother. But I am home now and things are getting back to normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to keep this post short and sweet. I just basically wanted to introduce my new biped brother. His name is Christopher William and he was born on December 5th, 2008. He was 3 weeks early and was a whopping 10lbs 4ozs and 22 inches long.  Isn't he the cutest thing ever?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1215113142716648434?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1215113142716648434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1215113142716648434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1215113142716648434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1215113142716648434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-brother.html' title='My new brother'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SWJq6j4KhaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NW-5kMRW55k/s72-c/IMG_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1664324045960913524</id><published>2008-10-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:56:09.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rescuer's Answering Maching Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/doglegislation/message/13558;_ylc=" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/doglegislation/message/13558;_ylc=X3oDMTJzdmkzajgxBF9TAzk3MzU5NzE1BGdycElkAzEyOTg2MzE4BGdycHNwSWQDMTcwNTA0MjQ3OQRtc2dJZAMxMzU1OARzZWMDZG1zZwRzbGsDdm1zZwRzdGltZQMxMjI0MDg3OTY1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" name="3"&gt;A Rescuer's Answering Machine Message &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://profiles.yahoo.com/chdropdeadfred" href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/chdropdeadfred" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rescuer's Answering Machine Message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Hello, You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue. Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 1 if you think we are veterinarians and want free medical advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 2 if you know we are a rescue organization but want to save money and have us give you free, untrained medical advice anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 3 if you make $200,000 a year but still want us to pay to spay the "stray" in your yard (house).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 4 if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 5 if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of your dogs because you are the only person in the world to have a baby and dogs at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 6 if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money for your vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 7 if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 8 if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and cute and you want to trade it in for a new model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 9 if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is active and is going to outlive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 10 if your relative has died and you don't want to care for their elderly dog because it doesn't fit your lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 11 if you are moving today and need to immediately place your 150 pound, 8-year-old, unneutered, aggressive dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 12 if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home today and pick up the dog you no longer want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 13 if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the last three years, are moving and suddenly determine it's not your dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 14 if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 15 to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 16 if you are going to get angry because we are not going to take your dog that you have had for fifteen years, because it is not our responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 17 if you are going to threaten to take your ten year old dog to be euthanized because we can't get to your house in the next hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 18 if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 19 if you want one of our perfectly trained, housebroken, kid and cat friendly purebred tiny dogs that we have an abundance of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 20 if you want us to take your dog that has a slight aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your neighbor's cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 21 if you have already called once and been told we don't take personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this time with a different answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 22 if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 23 if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to deliver an eight week old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before your kids wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 24 if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 25 if you want us to take your female dog who has already had ten litters, but we can't spay her because she is pregnant again and it is against your religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 26 if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel bad and take your personal pet off your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 27 if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because it is declawed, but are not willing to accept the responsibility that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 28 if your two year old male dog is marking all over your house but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 29 if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling because she is suddenly pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 30 if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 31 if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are also working and you are angry because no one called you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 32 if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because today is your daughter's birthday and you forgot when she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 33 if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you need a different color or breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Press 34 if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next month anyway) instead of the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, Press 35 if you went through all these 'presses' and didn't hear enough. This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from the grief of missing his family.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1664324045960913524?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1664324045960913524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1664324045960913524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1664324045960913524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1664324045960913524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/rescuers-answering-maching-message.html' title='A Rescuer&apos;s Answering Maching Message'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1670076343053330645</id><published>2008-10-08T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:19:30.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Dog-pressed</title><content type='html'>Hi all its me Quincy. I took my blog back over. There is still a somber mood here in the muddy world of the mud man. Mom is still very upset over Peaches. Dad says its because she is pregnant and her emotions are "wild". That and Peaches was with mom since she was 7 yrs old and mom had a special bond with her. *Sighs* I sure hope I can live at least that long. So I can be with my mommy that long too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom-mom is doing better than we all thought she would. But Candy and Peanut her other two Pomeranians -- not so much. They both keep searching for her. They still wont go sleep up in bed with mom-mom and pop-pop like they usually do. They have been sleeping down stairs where Peaches spent her time.  Mom assured mom-mom that they will eventually stop doing that when they realize that she isn't coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Peaches too -- She was a lively old girl. She was always full of sass. She gave me such a hard time each and every time I went over for a visit. She demanded respect and she got it. Mom tells me she lived with their two huskys Sir Jay and Misty Blue (They crossed the bridge long before I was even born so I never knew them). I have heard stories about them and how I resemble Sir Jay which is part of the reason mom fell in love with me. Peaches also got to live with my big sister Nanook. An of course with me and Tristin too. She was a sassy old girl and a very strong girl to have trained so many sibes and poms. God speed Peaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1670076343053330645?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1670076343053330645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1670076343053330645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1670076343053330645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1670076343053330645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-dog-pressed.html' title='Still Dog-pressed'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4041450820314739751</id><published>2008-10-07T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:09:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Take-Over</title><content type='html'>Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;     Dana here Quincy's mom. I am taking over his blog for the day. As some of you may know I had to help my families Pomeranian cross over the bridge yesterday. As is to be expected today has been pretty hard for me. I went with my dad yesterday to take Peaches, our families 19 yr old Pomeranian to cross over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bridge&lt;/span&gt;. She was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fraile&lt;/span&gt; old girl she was blind, death, could no longer hold her bowls, and spent the entire night before whimpering in pain just to name a few things.  So we all knew it was well past time to help her on her way, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; something that any pet owner likes to do or looks forward to. Yet I knew it my heart it had to be done. It came to a point where I had to tell my mom (Peaches was "her" dog) that she was doing Peaches a huge injustice by making her go on. It didn't take long for her to agree and understand what I meant. It has only less than two years that me myself got the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt; about my first Husky Nanook. Like I was told in some strange way there is some comfort in knowing that your beloved pet if free from their pain and suffering. Which as hard as it is to swallow and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; is true.  I like I said went with my dad and I was with her till the very end, I held her close as the doctor helped her on her way. I kissed her and told her to sleep that all her pain and suffering would be over soon. She went very peacefully and actually looked at me as if she was happy. Happy that she could once again be young and pain free and that she could play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and roll those big yard balls around on her nose. Man did she love doing both of those things. I miss her so much and even those she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; actually "my dog" I feel as tho I have lost one of my own. She has been around and a huge part of my life since I was 7 years old. I am going to be 26 so she had a great life but it never seems long enough. I know it had to be done and she is now happy and is watching over us. Playing with all the fur babies that went before her... Yet my heart still feels a miss and I am sad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Extremely&lt;/span&gt; sad that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; here anymore. Am I selfish for wishing she could be here with us still?. . Maybe but I did what I knew had to be done to help her and free her pain. May she watch over my family and know we all miss her so much and she will forever live in our hearts. God speed my dear sweet Peaches . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4041450820314739751?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4041450820314739751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4041450820314739751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4041450820314739751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4041450820314739751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-take-over.html' title='Blog Take-Over'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5863459823769559798</id><published>2008-10-06T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:30:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SOogujTxI8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/uo-e8nF03cM/s1600-h/Picture+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254047899405329346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SOogujTxI8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/uo-e8nF03cM/s400/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If It Sho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uld Be"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it be I grow frail and weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pain should wake me from my sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you must do what must be done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this last battle can’t be won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be sad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t let your grief then stay your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this day more than all the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love and friendship stand the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve had so many happy years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is to come will hold no fears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll not want me to suffer, so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the time comes, please let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you too will see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a kindness you do me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although my tail its last has waved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From pain and suffering, I’ve been saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not grieve that it should be you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who has to decide this thing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ve been so close, we two, these years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t let your heart hold any tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5863459823769559798?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5863459823769559798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5863459823769559798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5863459823769559798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5863459823769559798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bye-peaches.html' title='Good-Bye Peaches'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SOogujTxI8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/uo-e8nF03cM/s72-c/Picture+322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5848693373316267759</id><published>2008-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:27:16.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world David</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new baby cousin David was born last night. 8lbs 12 ozs, 21 inches long at 6:03 pm. Welcome to the world baby David!! I can't wait to meet you and give you kisses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flagplace.com/images/DECORATIVE/WELCOME_BABY_-_STORK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.flagplace.com/images/DECORATIVE/WELCOME_BABY_-_STORK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5848693373316267759?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5848693373316267759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5848693373316267759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5848693373316267759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5848693373316267759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-world-david.html' title='Welcome to the world David'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6619749957415225746</id><published>2008-09-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:38:48.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new bed</title><content type='html'>My momma bought me a new bed.. actually two of them. One for my crate and one for the floor in our living room. They are so nice and comfy and get this -- I get new ones again after          um-com-time whatever that is. Mom said she is gonna order me this thingy for my crate called a &lt;a href="http://primopads.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Primo&lt;/span&gt;-Pad&lt;/a&gt;.  She said shes been reading about them and that they are supposed to be wonderful and cool even in the hot summer. Anyone of you have them or know about them? Are they wonderful like mom says?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to getting one. Any suggestions on colors? They come in seven colors. Purple, Teal, Navy, Red, Black,Tan, Grey. I can't decide what color to get. HELP!!!  Mom's favorite thing about them is the lifetime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;. Supposedly they claim if I ever tear it up in anyway they will replace it for free. I am gonna have fun testing this theory out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this "um-com-time" thingy is but I can't wait for it. All sorts of new things are coming my way then. I get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;primo&lt;/span&gt;-pad, a new crate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; moms biped bent the door on my old one. :-( Toys and all kinds of other things. Not to mention all the other new toys and things I hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pawrents&lt;/span&gt; talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6619749957415225746?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6619749957415225746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6619749957415225746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6619749957415225746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6619749957415225746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-bed.html' title='My new bed'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3036603525871943240</id><published>2008-09-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:20:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huzzie Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have taken notice that everyone has been recently posting their "hussie poses". Well I am not a big fan of this pose unless my tummie is being rubbed. But I have a few family members who are professionals at it. So I am going to take the liberty of posting their pics. Here they are in all their glory -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pip and Oreo two of fuzzie siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOW5QcAOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Tb-DZiCZxto/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243050177679065314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOW5QcAOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Tb-DZiCZxto/s400/IMG_1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is 'Nova, Oreo, and Pip. All 3 of my fuzzie siblings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOXLkhpXI/AAAAAAAAATA/akg1IVwLNsk/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243050182595159410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOXLkhpXI/AAAAAAAAATA/akg1IVwLNsk/s400/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Pip in her hammock and Oreo below her. Trying to look cute and innocent. But trust me their (all three of them) are master hussies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOXWI01pI/AAAAAAAAATI/R0WaS27SA1E/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243050185431766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOXWI01pI/AAAAAAAAATI/R0WaS27SA1E/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Play bows,  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3036603525871943240?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3036603525871943240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3036603525871943240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3036603525871943240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3036603525871943240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/09/huzzie-pose.html' title='Huzzie Pose'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SMMOW5QcAOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Tb-DZiCZxto/s72-c/IMG_1421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7598396896666342432</id><published>2008-08-30T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:22:31.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzH6IpE-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/4ZWX91ZcUNM/s1600-h/100_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346221124064226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzH6IpE-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/4ZWX91ZcUNM/s400/100_1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me the day mom and dad adopted me. The best day of my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzIazZHJI/AAAAAAAAASY/0ukCqkwJZTI/s1600-h/Picture+442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346229893307538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzIazZHJI/AAAAAAAAASY/0ukCqkwJZTI/s400/Picture+442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love me a snuggly, soft blankie to curl up on. Ain't I cute??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzIhR0JZI/AAAAAAAAASg/qiwnPufiLFc/s1600-h/Picture+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346231631521170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzIhR0JZI/AAAAAAAAASg/qiwnPufiLFc/s400/Picture+456.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I told you that I also enjoy a nice fluffy pillow??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzI2kXCeI/AAAAAAAAASo/9jjCXLSwpiY/s1600-h/New+pics+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346237346449890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzI2kXCeI/AAAAAAAAASo/9jjCXLSwpiY/s400/New+pics+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An lastly me at my mom-mom and pop-pop's in my pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been awhile since I have posted any new pics of myself. An I cant seem to find mum's camera thingy anywheres. But I found some older pics of myself I am kinda fond of. So I will post them I know you all don't mind. Enjoy. Once I find her camera I will post some new ones. Promise! Pups honor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7598396896666342432?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7598396896666342432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7598396896666342432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7598396896666342432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7598396896666342432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies but Goodies'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SLlzH6IpE-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/4ZWX91ZcUNM/s72-c/100_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4698776495684111158</id><published>2008-08-28T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:49:38.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dayz of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was bored out of my mind today being a lazy day and all. When I came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acrost&lt;/span&gt; the image below and thought it was just AWESOME!!! It's exactly how I feel today.. LAZY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt; its like this pretty cool dog friendly inn that the &lt;a href="http://www.sunshinegoldenrescue.com/index.html"&gt;Sunshine Golden Retriever Rescue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uses for their dogs and pups when they are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chocorua&lt;/span&gt; ,New Hampshire. Pretty cool looking place. I have included the link the the Lazy Dog Inn, &lt;a href="http://www.lazydoginn.com/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't forget to check out the Sunshine Golden Retriever Rescue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LLC&lt;/span&gt; link above as well. Pretty cool place in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;!! But than again any group or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; who rescues and helps out doggies in need is A OK in my book!!! My daddy really likes this place. Don't tell but he has a soft spot for Retrievers. Of course I AM his FAVORITE so I guess I will allow it. &lt;a href="http://www.sunshinegoldenrescue.com/sitebuilder/images/lazy_dog_inn_logo-128x107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sunshinegoldenrescue.com/sitebuilder/images/lazy_dog_inn_logo-128x107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope your all enjoying your lazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dayz&lt;/span&gt; of summer. Not too many of them left!!! Hope its not too hot where you all are. I miss you all and promise to catch up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; blogs. I know I am behind!!! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play Bows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quincy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An special puppy kisses and snuggles for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4698776495684111158?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4698776495684111158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4698776495684111158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4698776495684111158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4698776495684111158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-dayz-of-summer.html' title='Lazy Dayz of Summer'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8808626644613001222</id><published>2008-08-19T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:00:20.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I've been up to?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr77TfVV7I/AAAAAAAAARc/X6GJAD0kp3c/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236274513034172338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr77TfVV7I/AAAAAAAAARc/X6GJAD0kp3c/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr77zv34UI/AAAAAAAAARk/FeXXvzoM6GU/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236274521693479234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr77zv34UI/AAAAAAAAARk/FeXXvzoM6GU/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr78se3iBI/AAAAAAAAARs/j-lVjQDa_TU/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236274536922974226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr78se3iBI/AAAAAAAAARs/j-lVjQDa_TU/s400/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr78yQTJyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HD-AC1-vDQw/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236274538472482594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr78yQTJyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HD-AC1-vDQw/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right.. I've been playing with my brother Tristin!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8808626644613001222?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8808626644613001222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8808626644613001222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8808626644613001222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8808626644613001222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='Guess what I&apos;ve been up to?!?!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SKr77TfVV7I/AAAAAAAAARc/X6GJAD0kp3c/s72-c/IMG_1384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2537626415754411763</id><published>2008-07-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank-Woos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SIipD75nInI/AAAAAAAAARU/0T_VKewfiPM/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226613252647494258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SIipD75nInI/AAAAAAAAARU/0T_VKewfiPM/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I just wanted to thank all my DWB pals and their hupawrents for all their well wishies. They certainly helped my mommy and they made her smile. I also wanted to thank all my Sibermal pals! You are all wonderful pups and people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has happened boredom has finally set it. Things have still been slow going around here. While mom is feeling a little better she still isn't herself. On a more positive note her doctors seem to think they "might know" what is going on with her and why she is loosing weight. I over heard mom saying something about possibly having a "gal blabber" infection. Not sure what that is but I do know if it is what is making my mommy sick I don't like it. Not one bit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just curious to see how the weather is where everyone is?? It has been miserably hot here. But thankfully mom has kept our cool box running. So it has been bearable. :-) Not to mention that she's kept the bipeds pool filled with nice cool water which shes allowing me to swim in. We usually going that after daddy comes home from work and its a Lil cooler. Oh and have I mentioned how she is now filling my water bowl with ice cubes and water... Yum Yum Yum!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finally finished -- My special pressie is being sent to my special lady this weekend. I am super excited about it. I worked extra special hard on it I hope she likes it! I can't post pics of it though because its a surprise and I don't want her to see it. Shhhh. . . I know you all understand. Besides I am sure she will make her biped post pics of it when she gets it if she likes it. An that is how I am going to end this post. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2537626415754411763?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2537626415754411763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2537626415754411763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2537626415754411763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2537626415754411763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-woos.html' title='Thank-Woos'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SIipD75nInI/AAAAAAAAARU/0T_VKewfiPM/s72-c/IMG_1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6723668756439306086</id><published>2008-07-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:15:40.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating</title><content type='html'>Yeah that basically sums up how I am feeling-- Frustrated!! I need prayers for my mommy and our new biped. Mommy had a doctors appointment yesterday and things didn't go to well. Apparently mom keeps loosing weight which I guess isn't a good thing?!? I over heard mom telling daddy that the doctors said they weren't sure the baby was going to make it or not. So mommy is in a horrible slump. She don't wanna do anything shes so depressed it just stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do I have tried everything. All my usual tricks to make her laugh. I have given the "love me" and the "I'm sorry" looks but NOTHING is working. She has even put her business on hold for a while. When I say she is doing NOTHING I seriously mean not a darned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have a play date with my brother Tristin and one of Mapaws foster pups today. But now mom isn't sure if we are going to go or not. She understandably isn't sure if shes up for it. That and a friend of Tristins moms had her baby yesterday. He wasn't due until September. They think he will be alright but he is in the nicu and hes getting the lowest available level of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* -- I really don't feel much like blogging anymore. Please just send your sibe vibes and well wishes to my mommy and her biped and also to the new biped born yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very frustrated, depressed pup,&lt;br /&gt;                     Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6723668756439306086?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6723668756439306086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6723668756439306086' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6723668756439306086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6723668756439306086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/frustrating.html' title='Frustrating'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8074550838262677363</id><published>2008-07-09T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:13:18.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag &amp; Clock</title><content type='html'>It has been decided. I am sending my love a clock. I just have to wait till mom gets around to finishing it. So I can send it to her, I am also sending her a special gift. But shh that part is a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting mom a bag made by my pal Dave of the AO4. I just have to save up the last bit of money. Thankfully daddy &amp;amp; my grandpawrents are helping me with the funding. But its only gonna be from little old me!!  I know Dave is gonna do a wonderful job of making it. There is also no doubt in my mind that my mom will LOVE LOVE LOVE it!! I can't wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8074550838262677363?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8074550838262677363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8074550838262677363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8074550838262677363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8074550838262677363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/bag-clock.html' title='Bag &amp; Clock'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2189107064747233719</id><published>2008-07-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:15:46.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks for my Luv</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone as some of you may or may not know my pawrents make personalized clocks. They even have a blog called &lt;a href="http://dnsbarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;DNSBARTS&lt;/a&gt;. Well they were contacted a while ago to make my gurrlfriends pawrents a clock. Then with all the commotion around here with new bipeds and cleaning and stuff. Honestly it just didn't get done.. but now after much pawing and annoying I got mom to make a few different styles since Bamas mommy never told mom how she wanted it made. Those of you in the SMS can see the two different ones mom made and let me know which one you like best. Between us pups I think I am going to send it to Bamas mom along with pressies for my Bama as a gift. But SHH this is TOP SECRECT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2189107064747233719?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2189107064747233719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2189107064747233719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2189107064747233719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2189107064747233719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/clocks-for-my-luv.html' title='Clocks for my Luv'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3813866894278427440</id><published>2008-07-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:26:35.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag for my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a slow day, moms cleaning, the bipeds are in trouble as usual. We did go swimming for a while earlier. But now I'm just relaxing chewing on my new knuckle bone. Mom buys them for me almost every week. They are my favorite the only thing that drives me nuts is how she waits till I get it just the way I like it. Then she trashes it and out pops a new one. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways things still are hectic around here with  the new biped on the way and all. Not only is mom with baby but so is my Aunt Liz. My aunt Donna just had her biped. She had a little girl and my Aunt Liz just found out shes having her first boy!! She's excited about that (she has 3 girls already). I am still hoping mom has a girl -- but shh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am going to have the A04's mom make my mommy a bag. She didn't get anything for her birthday and she always goes out of her way to make me happy. So I wanna return the favor. She really is the worlds best mommy!!! I will let you know when I know more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my bone is lonely so I am going to go back to chewing on it . . . Talk to all you puppers and lovely ladies later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big Sloppy Puppy Kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quincy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3813866894278427440?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3813866894278427440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3813866894278427440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3813866894278427440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3813866894278427440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/07/bag-for-my-mom.html' title='Bag for my mom'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-571681034768490112</id><published>2008-06-27T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:12.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics part 1</title><content type='html'>I finally got mom to get batteries for her camera but of course shes been using it -- ALOT!! But I was able to steal it for a few mins the other night to grab a few pics of Eclipse (our half-moon conure). I will post them now and work on getting more pics.. Look out for parts 2, 3 and 4 in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0fTwek_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fU9OBEv7aCU/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633455862780914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0fTwek_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fU9OBEv7aCU/s400/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0f6CgJfI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fn1_ed4eXXk/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633466138928626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0f6CgJfI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fn1_ed4eXXk/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0gYJDb1I/AAAAAAAAARM/AaBZpNnE3A0/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633474219470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0gYJDb1I/AAAAAAAAARM/AaBZpNnE3A0/s400/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-571681034768490112?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/571681034768490112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=571681034768490112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/571681034768490112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/571681034768490112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-part-1.html' title='Pics part 1'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/SGU0fTwek_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fU9OBEv7aCU/s72-c/IMG_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6782010173581524989</id><published>2008-06-24T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:30:06.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Just like my title says I've been busy busy busy. Mom &amp;amp; dad have been remodeling our house. Something about preparing for the new biped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I turn around something else is either being brought into the house or being thrown away. I am on high alert to make sure my things don't get trashed!! Not that mom or dad would trash my stuff but the bipeds according to mom are in their "throw everything away phase". (Pretty funny if you ask me, watching mom or dad pick through the garbage bags for things that are "lost")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a pool outback which I occasionally swim in. Even tho I am not supposed to. It's plastic they think I will pop it But I always get away with swimming in it. Mom always says how cute I look splashing around and laying in it!! She's been trying to get pictures of me in it but I jump out when she pulls the flasher out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest biped Michael got a pet bird. A "half-moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conure&lt;/span&gt;" whatever that is. He is pretty cool tho. They just got him last Saturday and he is talking already. He says "WHAT??", cracks me up because mom will ask him something and he comes back with WHAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. I will have to try to get a video of him doing it. I will also post pics of him soon. Moms camera needs new batteries. Yeah-- I will work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures I have to post some new ones of myself and my family soon. Been a LONG time. But again the stupid camera is dead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finds out what her newest bipeds sex is this month. Oh and in cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tell anyone the baby is due December 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008. Mom kinda wants a daughter but don't really care as long as he/she is healthy. Don't tell mom but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; praying its a girl. Too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;testosterone&lt;/span&gt; in here for me. Besides the ladies are keen on me and I ALWAYS get what I want from the ladies!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the ladies. . . . I wonder how mine is doing?? Has anyone heard word from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;?? I miss her ever so much. Seems like ever since these darn people started this stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; Society shes never around. This saddens me deeply. I thought our love was meant to be. But I guess maybe not. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; heard a word from her in ages.... I still think of you and look at your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beautifwool&lt;/span&gt; picture daily my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever thinking of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Big sloppy puppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;huggles&lt;/span&gt; and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;      Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6782010173581524989?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6782010173581524989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6782010173581524989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6782010173581524989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6782010173581524989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6355877393121892933</id><published>2008-05-17T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:31:53.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Stomach</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone Dana here. I never take over the dogs blog but I felt the need to tonight. I came acrost two things tonight that really made my stomach turn sour. I got an email from a fellow rescue friend and to make a long story short. There is a local shelter who is planning on using prison inmates to replace the shelters staff. HOW BLASTED STUPID IS THIS???? I am utterly appalled!! Here is the parts of the email I am allowed to share with you all is in blue. I think all those of you who also find this appalling and disgraceful should email and or write to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my capacity as animal advocate for the Burlington County Animal Shelter, I am composing and sending this email in the hopes that this will help protect our animals from harm, theft and substandard care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those who know me know that there are few issues dearer to my heart than working to PROFESSIONALIZE shelter staffs. So it was with nothing less than alarm that I was informed today that beginning June 2, 2008, the county will begin using prison labor at the shelter and, worse, as staff resign or retire, the county plans to INCREASE the use of prison labor. IOW, the Burlington County Animal Shelter's future will not include better trained, more dedicated staff, but whoever is in jail on work release at a given moment. Don't believe me? This is from a letter dated May 13, 2008 to the county union from director of human resources Daniel Hornickel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"..., as discussed the County will not lay off any employees as a result of the introduction on inmate labor. Rather, when positions open up through attrition, they will not be refilled by new hires; instead, the County will increase its use of inmate staffing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please note that these aren't "community service" people who are on probation, but people who some judge or other decided should do prison time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My own main concerns include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1) Rapidly faltering and falling staff competence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(2) The safety of staff and the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(3) The security of our meds and needles in the vet lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(4) Most of all, the safety and security of our animals, especially our Pit Bulls. We have had thefts in the past, including a spree that stopped when one particular person was caught and arrested. Now we'll have a constant parade of people from that world who an ever decreasing number of staff will have to watch like hawks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please email Daniel Hornickel protesting this at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dhornickel@co.%20burlington.%20nj.us" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dhornickel@co. burlington. nj.us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or call at: 609-265-5403&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Or write a letter to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel Hornickel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Dept of Human Resources &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;49 Rancocas Road Room 355&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PO Box 6000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mount Holly NJ 08060-6000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Be civilized, but to the point! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those of you with good media contacts are invited to contact them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I can't be the only one who finds this to be sickening. Arrrrgh. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was at a community yard sale yesterday that happens in my area. When I came acrost a family sitting out front with a bunch of kittens. I being the animal lover that I am just had to stop and say hello to them. They were gorgeous Lil things about 6 of them. My husband asks how old they were when the woman turns around and holds one up and says "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This ones about a month and the rest are 2 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;". Immediately Michael and I look at each other in dismay and say they're all beautiful. She then turns around and says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" I thinking shes joking say NO thanks my husky would eat them. When to my suprise she says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh that's alright. My Shepard eats them all the time. I am constantly pulling them outta his mouth. He is always eating them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;". To which I replied without even thinking. Then you shouldn't be allowing your cat to be having kittens if your dog keeps eating them. Gave her an earful about the harms of "free to a good home". Also lectured her about allowing her unspayed cat to roam freely and on how her kittens were too young to be taken away from there mother beings they were still nursing. Then walked away -- I was so utterly annoyed with this woman's stupidity that I seriously wanted to smack her. Thankfully for her by the time we got back to her house she had moved the mother, the kittens and her family inside her house.  I did take down her address and give it to a few friends of mine who do cat rescue. One of them is going to hopefully get them and find them the homes they so deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear day by day I really do dislike the human race more and more, for the most part. I know they're are still those of us out there that are decent but people just amaze me. Why would you knowingly let your dog eat your kittens. Allow your cat to be constantly knocked up when you don't want or cant care for the kittens. How can you free to a home them when people just use them as snake food or worse. Ehhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6355877393121892933?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6355877393121892933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6355877393121892933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6355877393121892933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6355877393121892933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/sour-stomach.html' title='Sour Stomach'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4823882847752231748</id><published>2008-05-06T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:54:52.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Hogs</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!! I just wanted to tell you all that mom has been researching how to get rid of groundhogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it seems we have a family of them living under our house and a few back under our shed and mom is afraid I am going to get them. But apparently the only ways she has found to get rid of them is either gonna cost her over $300 for the first one and then $75-125 per each additional one. Or her other option is to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; flavored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bubbleishish&lt;/span&gt; bubble gum at the entrance to their homes. Which they apparently LOVE but is fatal to them.  Mom don't have the money to pay to have them removed which even if she did they by PA State law would have to be euthanized immediately. An she refuses to feed it bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is do any of you have any humane suggestions for ridding your home of these creatures without killing them or sucking MY money from moms wallet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4823882847752231748?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4823882847752231748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4823882847752231748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4823882847752231748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4823882847752231748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/ground-hogs.html' title='Ground Hogs'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4396627616615288304</id><published>2008-05-01T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:32:38.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Biped</title><content type='html'>Oops -- They did it again!! Mom &amp;amp; Dad are expecting another Lil biped. They just found out Tuesday night. So I am going to have a new baby brother or sister. I swear they are gluttons for punishment. 3 bipeds in diapers are they insane?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty excited about it so I guess I am too. This one girl or boy better be as nice to me as the other two are. I have been spending quite a lot of time with mom. Dad says I have been watching over her and protecting my baby. I am kind of excited about it tho to be honest but don't tell the humans. The other two were here already when I came into the picture.  Mom isn't too sure how far along she is yet. Her girl thing has been off -- Whatever that means. So she goes to her baby doctor on May 9Th to find how far she is. So keep an eye out for that future post. I am off for now to go keep momma company. Talk to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play bows,&lt;br /&gt;   Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4396627616615288304?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4396627616615288304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4396627616615288304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4396627616615288304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4396627616615288304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-biped.html' title='New Biped'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6248887633024634435</id><published>2008-04-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:01:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Poem</title><content type='html'>I was routing through moms things and found this really cool poem. So I thought I would share it with all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DWB&lt;/span&gt; friends. Mom is going to be framing this and hanging it out front of our front door. She said she may change it a little bit since we have more than dogs here. But I like it none the less. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dogs live here, They're here to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't like pets. Be on your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They share my home, my food, my space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is their home, This is their place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will find dog hair on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will alert you're at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They may request a little pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A simple "No" will settle that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gripes me when I hear you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just how is it you live this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They smell, They shed, They're in the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHO ASKED YOU?? Is all I can say!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love me more than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My voice is like the rising sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They merely have to hear me say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, Time to go play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then tails way and faces grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bounce and hope and make a din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They never say 'no time for you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're always there, to go and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I'm sad? They're by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I'm mad? They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I laugh, they laugh with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They understand, They always see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So once again, I say to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come visit me, but know this too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dogs live here, They're here to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't like pets, be on your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They share my home, my food, my space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is their home, This is their place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it is an awesome poem, and mom thinks so too. I hope all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DWB&lt;/span&gt; buddies are enjoying this lovely weather like I am. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pawsitively&lt;/span&gt; perfect 64 degrees, not too hot. I was gonna say not too cold but for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;huskies&lt;/span&gt; its never too cold. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Play bows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quincy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6248887633024634435?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6248887633024634435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6248887633024634435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6248887633024634435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6248887633024634435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/04/cool-poem.html' title='Cool Poem'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5532588511659170836</id><published>2008-04-17T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:06:07.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DNSBARTS Donations</title><content type='html'>Moms business &lt;a href="http://dnsbarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;DNSBARTS&lt;/a&gt; has been recently been contacted by several 501 (c)(3) organizations about donations for clocks. Guess what -- She is donating them to them all! She talked things over with her business partners (all family of mine!!). They all agreed to do it -- How awesome is that. One of the groups that contacted her is &lt;a href="http://www.adoptahusky.com/"&gt;Adopt a Husky, Inc&lt;/a&gt;. So mom and me made up one of our husky clocks and sent it out to them for their upcoming event!! Mom and I hope the clock brings them lots of money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten about part 2 of my fence series. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. Things here have been nuts. Moms been doing something called "spring cleaning". These bipeds sure are strange. That and I have been super busy playing in my new yard and planning on where I want my things out there. I will get around to posting that soon, huskys honor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5532588511659170836?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5532588511659170836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5532588511659170836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5532588511659170836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5532588511659170836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/04/dnsbarts-donations.html' title='DNSBARTS Donations'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-641245701161023998</id><published>2008-04-13T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T05:06:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fence -- Part 1</title><content type='html'>It has &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; happened. I have been hearing the bipeds talk about fixing my fence since I moved in this dump. Well it has finally begun.. about time right?!?! I thought so too. Anyways beings this weekend was so nice mom &amp; dad finally got off their lazy butts and worked on MY yard. They put up the new gate latches. I tried telling them they only needed one but NO -- Mom insisted on having two to make sure it was "secure". Then they put up the piece of fence that has been missing since we moved in here. So while I sill can't run leash-less yet. I can at least go out on my 50 foot leash in the yard. (Not that I didn't already do that.) But now they will drop the leash so "I can think I am not leashed". As if I were that stupid but hey it's a start right. I can't blame the bipeds for being stupid its their nature -- Isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them saying they are going to put chicken wire up all along the bottom to reinforce it. That way I can't get under it, apparently its high at some spots, it don't meet the ground.  Chicken wire??? ... Umm hello last I checked I was a Siberian Husky not a flipping chicken!! Whatever just get it chicken wired so I can run loose in my own yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of what they have done so far. I just need to get moms camera which right now isn't here. Some nonsense about her needing it for their zoo trip today. Why she needs to go the zoo when shes lives in one is beyond me. So look for pictures from the zoo in a later post as well.  Im gonna go back to my chair and sleep some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play bows,&lt;br /&gt;   Quincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSST --&gt; I have noticed all my DWB buddies blogs are pretty none exsistant since our bipeds started this SiberMalSociety crap!! I think we need to come together and do something about this nonsense!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-641245701161023998?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/641245701161023998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=641245701161023998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/641245701161023998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/641245701161023998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/04/fence-part-1.html' title='Fence -- Part 1'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2942944529153213448</id><published>2008-04-03T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:32:36.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Dayz, Mom's Ebay Store</title><content type='html'>Hurmph... It's been chaotic around here recently. Between doctors visits, vet visits, friends being sick, the bipeds being sick and mom going back to work. Not much has been blogged. I appoligize for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms been so busy getting things for her business up and running that her and dad hardly leave me time to get on the 'puter. Right now they are working on getting an actual website and a domain -- Whatever the heck that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho -- Mom &amp; Dad have a blog called &lt;a href="http://dnsbarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;DNSBARTS&lt;/a&gt; which is the name of their business. But they arent getting much traffic to their blog. So I am taking it upon myself to do some adtiversing for them. Afterall the more clocks they sell the more goodies I get. So I am asking all my DWB freinds to help me out here. If you all could drop by and show some love and if possible put a link on your blogs to theirs so they get more traffic. It would be greatly appreciated. Its apparent to me mom and dad need my help on this one. An lord knows my tummie needs the yummies! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also has an ebay store with all her clocks on it. You can click &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/theclockstore"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check that out too. Her ebay store is called "The Clock Store" -- I know how original. Thats why the thinking should be left to us and not the bipeds. But what can a dog do?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns* . . . I have done my good deed for the day. I am going to go back to my napping. Thanks to all my DWB freinds. If you ever need anything just ask, thats what freinds are for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I go... Wet, slobbery, puppy kisses for my puppy princess. (You know who you are). . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;  Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2942944529153213448?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2942944529153213448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2942944529153213448' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2942944529153213448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2942944529153213448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-dayz-moms-ebay-store.html' title='Busy Dayz, Mom&apos;s Ebay Store'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-735359148896513500</id><published>2008-04-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:12.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristins "Special" picture</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this so I am doing it now. I got this from my brother last time we went to the dog park. (This past weekend) Yes, We went again and I got to play with him again. Its now going to be a weekly thing!! But anyways here is my brothers special picture. He is so handsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R_JOLFOff8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ijGTzdw4fdQ/s1600-h/Tristin%27s+Professional+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R_JOLFOff8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ijGTzdw4fdQ/s400/Tristin%27s+Professional+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184292073345351618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I still haven't heard from Bama. I hope all is alright with her pack. I would honestly prefer it to be that she just isn't into me anymore than have something wrong with her pack. I have heard people say bad news is better than no news and I must say now I agree... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of you Bama. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-735359148896513500?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/735359148896513500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=735359148896513500' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/735359148896513500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/735359148896513500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/04/tristins-special-picture.html' title='Tristins &quot;Special&quot; picture'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R_JOLFOff8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ijGTzdw4fdQ/s72-c/Tristin%27s+Professional+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7952954327041233929</id><published>2008-03-25T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:14.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristin, Dog Park, &amp; Bama</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had in a long while. I got to go to a dog park with my brother TRISTIN!!! Aunt Bev came and picked up me and my biped. Then we drove to Sasha &amp; Isis bipeds house. Then me, Tristin, Isis, and our bipeds went to the dog park. It was soooo much fun!! We also got to play with a few of our other husky friends. But blogger is being stupid and wont let me post any more pictures. :-( Let me just say it was husky take over at the dog park. It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all played for a while we walked South Street and the bipeds had lunch. Everyone was commenting on how we were all beautiful. They kept asking us where our sled was. . . Afterall their were 5 of us. One biped even said "WOW what a beautiful pack." I loved playing with my husky friends &amp; walking along South Street. But most of all I loved seeing my brother and playing with him all day. I am posting what pictures blogger is allowing me to post. Maybe I will post more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFPlOff2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9wxZHRPOZ2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFPlOff2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9wxZHRPOZ2Q/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181748980259716962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQFOff3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qqAdM6_jtMg/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQFOff3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qqAdM6_jtMg/s400/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181748988849651570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQVOff4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/SeWRm0u_-mc/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQVOff4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/SeWRm0u_-mc/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181748993144618882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQ1Off5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8pIIMVwTqlA/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFQ1Off5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8pIIMVwTqlA/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181749001734553490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lGY1Off6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/iR03X9i64n8/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lGY1Off6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/iR03X9i64n8/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181750238685134754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lGZlOff7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/tgTz2o8mKF4/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lGZlOff7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/tgTz2o8mKF4/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181750251570036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. I must say I am kinda depressed. I have not heard from my princess &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bama&lt;/a&gt;. Has my wuv lost interest in me??? :-( I stopped by her blog and did notice other fellas wanted her. Which I can totally understand she is one Boootiwool girl!! But if she has lost interest in me I wish she would tell me. Bama my dear have you forgotten me??? I still care about wooo princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7952954327041233929?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7952954327041233929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7952954327041233929' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7952954327041233929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7952954327041233929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/03/tristin-dog-park-bama.html' title='Tristin, Dog Park, &amp; Bama'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-lFPlOff2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/9wxZHRPOZ2Q/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-273297039777245367</id><published>2008-03-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:14.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Speed Sasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God Speed Miss Sasha my dear friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-B6KSm4rLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pY6vVT7n39g/s1600-h/Sasha_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-B6KSm4rLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pY6vVT7n39g/s400/Sasha_BW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179273888688286898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be gratefully missed. God speed Wear your harness proudly girl. Although you will no longer be with us in physical form your memories will forever rein in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone stop by &lt;a href="http://sashaville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sashaville&lt;/a&gt; and send your condolences to her mom and dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teary Eyed,&lt;br /&gt;Quincy &amp; Dana (mom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-273297039777245367?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/273297039777245367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=273297039777245367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/273297039777245367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/273297039777245367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-speed-sasha.html' title='God Speed Sasha'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R-B6KSm4rLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pY6vVT7n39g/s72-c/Sasha_BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7123151264503498949</id><published>2008-03-18T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:13:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yearly Vet Visit</title><content type='html'>Ah Yes, It was time for my yearly vet visit. I had my appointment yesterday on my daddy's birthday &amp; St. Patricks day. Mom was a little nervous as she thought I had lost weight. She thought I might have been depressed since my brother moved in with Aunt Bev. So she did the "whole work-up". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her walk me around the yard for a whole half hour before I would go poo. She did what many of my DWB's friends moms did. She wanted to baggie my poo. YUCK!! The humans are bagging our poo yet were disgusting for licking ourselves. They need to just fess up and admit if they could do it they would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday was very eventful... We all got up at 6am with dad, even the lil bipeds. Mom walked me around the yard for a half hour to bag my poo. Then mom and the bipeds took dad to work. Mom and the bipeds came home, picked me up. From here mom and I dropped off the bipeds to mom-mom &amp; Uncle Tony's. Then mom took me to the vets but before we went in we went for a nice walkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the vets it was like a normal visit a few other doggies and cats here and there. I was a good boy I said hello to everyone then sat down with mom. Until a boxer puppy came in with his daddy. Then I started talking to him (mom says I started yapping my brains out) and we played a little bit. He was very cute he was only 4 months old and his daddy was awesome. He was keeping his ears hes wasn't going to crop them. Shortly thereafter it got PACKED there was only standing room. I also got to see and play with a pug, a Shepard lab mix, a large black poodle (mom said he was a standard sized poodle). But boy was he big and fluffy!! A Pomeranian, 3 cats (they didn't wanna play with me tho), a bulldog, Oh and another husky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they called me back to have my examination. I saw Doctor Betty - I have never seen her before so I was a little scared. But mom assured me she was nice. She is who saw my cousin Candy. Doc Betty came in and I tried to hide under moms chair. They coaxed me out and mom was right she is SUPER NICE!! She got on the floor and played with me, gave me belly rubs, scratched my ears, listened to my heart and lungs. Felt me all over and looked at my gums and teeth. The only thing she did which I think was a little rude was looking at my hiney hole. I don't know why she felt the need to do that but whatever floats her boat. All in all she said I looked great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom brought up the "me being too skinny" question. Doctor Betty said I am just PERECT. Long term I will be much healthier and it will be better for my muscles and joints. So there mom! I think she is just used to fat huskies -- no offense to anyone of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk and some questions and more belly rubs. I went for a walk in the back with Doctor Betty. I got weighed again and I weigh 53.2 lbs, I got my shots and had a heartworm test done. Then they scanned me to make sure my microchip was still in and working -- Which it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back out to my mommy. Who paid my bill and got my heartworm meds and frontline and we left. She told me what a great puppers I was and am. She drove me home with the front two windows down. (I was safely secured in the back with no chance of escape) When we got home we went for another walkies just the two of us. I got my lunch and then mom went to go get the bipeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then went with the bipeds to get dad from work. They all then came home gave daddy his birthday presents. My mom-mom &amp; pop-pop came over and gave me goodies and gave my daddy a cake. A brown derby cake -- For those of you who don't know its a chocolate cake with vanilla icining filled with strawberries and banannas. Covered with chocolate covered banannas and strawberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day in a nutshell. I hope all my DWB friends had a wonderful St. Patricks day too!! An in the odd chance that anyone else had a birthday like my daddy did yesterday. I hope you had a happy birthday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7123151264503498949?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7123151264503498949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7123151264503498949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7123151264503498949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7123151264503498949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-yearly-vet-visit.html' title='My Yearly Vet Visit'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3188213033138522272</id><published>2008-03-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:56:46.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Ebay Store</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to put a little reminder out there to all my DWB friends. My mom has a blog and you can click &lt;a href="http://dnsbarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see what she does. Or you can go to her eBay store &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/theclockstore"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and check out some of her fabulous 200 plus designs of custom clocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3188213033138522272?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3188213033138522272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3188213033138522272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3188213033138522272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3188213033138522272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/03/moms-ebay-store.html' title='Mom&apos;s Ebay Store'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7441153432267988062</id><published>2008-03-14T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:14.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapaw Auction &amp; Bama</title><content type='html'>Evening every pup and huuman out there. Mapaw is having their annual fundraiser to raise money for the husky in need. So I asked my mom to donate a clock from me to the auction. I have included a picture of it. So everyone click &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Gorgeous-Husky-clock-black-and-white-Cute_W0QQitemZ190206732050QQihZ009QQcategoryZ10857QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and go bid on it. There are huskys out there who need the money and the help!!! I'm counting on woo all to get your huumans plastic thingy and bid on Mapaws items to help out the pups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the auction may also "accidentally" wind up with some of my fur in it!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R9tELym4rKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pzLwjj34_BY/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R9tELym4rKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pzLwjj34_BY/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177807165946637474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An to My Princess Bama - still wuv you. I have been busy too so I understand. Momma has been busy on the 'puter she finally got her ebay store up and running. So she has been making clocks like crazy and has almost 200 of her designs on ebay. Anyone can click &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/theclockstore"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see some of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7441153432267988062?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7441153432267988062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7441153432267988062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7441153432267988062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7441153432267988062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/03/mapaw-auction-bama.html' title='Mapaw Auction &amp; Bama'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R9tELym4rKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pzLwjj34_BY/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-9211294820634163500</id><published>2008-02-22T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:15.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY</title><content type='html'>We actually got snow like the stupid huuman on tv said. I played for about an hour outside this morning with my mommy. Then she stupidly complained it was too cold and she had to "warm up". She was also complaining that it was too hard to watch me and her two bipeds alone. (Dad went to work) So there were no photos. But daddy did come home early and we all got to play outside in the snow several times and there were photos of those times. Woo wooo it was so much fun, dad and mom kept hitting me in the butt with snow balls. I know how rude is that??? I am pretty bushed after all my snow fun. So I will leave you all with some pictures of me in the snow. The last one is my favorite. Can you see the disapproval in my face. That picture was taken right after she said I HAD TO COME IN!!! Stupid huumans ruin all our fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aJVesZFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PnKAVdSXyCY/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aJVesZFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PnKAVdSXyCY/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169950013675824210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aJ1esZGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKX2BiebM_8/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aJ1esZGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKX2BiebM_8/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169950022265758818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aKFesZHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Adnnd1QE5Aw/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aKFesZHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Adnnd1QE5Aw/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169950026560726130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-9211294820634163500?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/9211294820634163500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=9211294820634163500' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/9211294820634163500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/9211294820634163500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R79aJVesZFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PnKAVdSXyCY/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6344532770369749707</id><published>2008-02-21T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:17.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Hm mm ... So much has gone on recently and mom is finally going to let me post about the thing that's been on everyones minds. A lot of our blogging friends have been asking where my brother (Tristin) has been. Let me clear the air and fill everypup in. My brother has gone to live with my Aunt Bev. He woke up one morning and decided he didn't like our moms youngest biped. So for his safety the decision was made for him to go live with Aunt Bev. While this was not an easy decision for mom or me -- It had to be done. We all miss the DWB and we thankfully still get to see him -- ALOT. An ever better still is I still get to play with him. Mom wouldn't let me post about it sooner because as you can imagine its been very hard for her. The thought of it still makes her cry. DWB's mom has giving me permission to still blog for him and post pictures of him so he will still be a part of my blog. But as you guessed most of the posts on the blog will now be just solely from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to other updates. As some of you know the &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beautifwoool Bama&lt;/a&gt; accepted my proposal and is now my girrrrrl-friend. I am soo happy about that, as she is such a beautifwoool woman. I am the luckiest pup alive!!! But I need some help puppers and pupetts both Bama and myself have made it our mission to find her brother Chili a girlfriend. Click &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-air.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check out his personal add. So all avilable cuties out there check him out and if your available and interested stop by their blog and leave him a comment!!! He is quite the looker ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH -- I heard the huumans talking about a Ram - a - Lamb bag. That the AO4's mommy made. For those of you who haven't seen it yet click &lt;a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/2008/02/ram-lamb-on-ram-lamb.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to stop by the Army of Fours blog to check it out. Its HOT HOT HOT!! Anyways, Rumor has it my girlfriends mom wants it. So Bama I have concocted a plan I think will work and get us together... Here's my plan -- I have MADE it my mom's mission in life to win it in the &lt;a href="http://sibes.com/"&gt;Mapaw&lt;/a&gt; Auction. That way my woo can come here to see me. I am sooo smart!!!! hehehehe My mom better bid on it and win or I will claw her so badly. Do woo all think it will work??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all seriousness I hope it will bring in a lot of money for Mapaw. I hear they have a special sibe in rescue who needs surgery for his sight. Paws will be crossed for that special doggie. An thank woo to Dave and his mommy for making the bag and informing all us bloggers about why they made it! Great job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my final part of my updates is some pictures I pawed outta moms camera. I figured since I haven't posted any new pictures in a while. It was in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first two are fur my Princess. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eeFesZBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DSkFSHfGbHk/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eeFesZBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DSkFSHfGbHk/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169602924483732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eeVesZCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tzYQQNfgCuA/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eeVesZCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/tzYQQNfgCuA/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169602928778699810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking fur woo my wuv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eelesZDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ukahCrtw-P8/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eelesZDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ukahCrtw-P8/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169602933073667122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh -- I think I see woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74efFesZEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PJTTebp3dSY/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74efFesZEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PJTTebp3dSY/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169602941663601730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm -- It wasnt you my dear. But I will keep looking -- That I promise!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sloppy Kisses for my wuv. An play bows for everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6344532770369749707?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6344532770369749707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6344532770369749707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6344532770369749707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6344532770369749707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R74eeFesZBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DSkFSHfGbHk/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5081517638009232828</id><published>2008-02-19T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:17.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE SAID YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOO WOOO WOOO ... I am so happy &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bama&lt;/a&gt; said yes!!! I have the most beautifwool girl around!! She even posted the most beautifwool picture for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs*... How you could not love that face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7sFeFesY_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9nt1E3cLNBs/s1600-h/Bamalove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7sFeFesY_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9nt1E3cLNBs/s400/Bamalove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168731011762906098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wet puppy kisses to my princess Bama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;  Your Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5081517638009232828?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5081517638009232828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5081517638009232828' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5081517638009232828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5081517638009232828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-said-yes.html' title='SHE SAID YES!!!!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7sFeFesY_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9nt1E3cLNBs/s72-c/Bamalove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8459557277973200967</id><published>2008-02-18T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:17.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting my heart out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7n5Y1esY-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/v4MC9noGYNc/s1600-h/Bama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7n5Y1esY-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/v4MC9noGYNc/s400/Bama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168436252452348898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go puttin' my heart on the line. . . . I hope she says yes. Paws crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8459557277973200967?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8459557277973200967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8459557277973200967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8459557277973200967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8459557277973200967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/02/putting-my-heart-out-there.html' title='Putting my heart out there'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R7n5Y1esY-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/v4MC9noGYNc/s72-c/Bama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2047688349816910204</id><published>2008-02-12T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:53:15.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Well it would seem that I have been tagged by my good friend &lt;a href="http://sashaville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;. An apparently I have to post 7 wierd facts about myself. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I love to eat wood. All kinds wooden blocks, beads, projects my parents are working on that they stupidly leave out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Much like Sasha I will NOT catch anything food wise that is thrown at me. I will allow it to bounce off my head and then eat it off the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I absolutely love car rides until I am in the car and then I whine like a baby. Mom says I get nervous and possibly car sick even tho I don't yack in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I think I am a lap dog and will at my liking place myself in your lap. Weather you like it or not. An if you discord me sitting in your lap I will slap you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I have in my life eaten or destroyed over $500 in my moms business supplies. Yeah she wasnt too happy about that -- Oh well. I also very recently just ate my moms sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I absolutely loathe having my rear end touched. I will nip ya if you insist on touching me there. The only person who can touch me there is my mom and she has to literally pin me to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Oh and lastly I am famous. My mom uses my pictures for many of the clocks she makes. An I was on the cover of a rescues cookbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that that is done. I have to post the rules so here goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules to the tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Once you are tagged, link back to the blogger who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post 7 random or weird facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 bloggers and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to tag &lt;a href="http://stevekatwilbur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve, Kat &amp; Wilbur&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kapppack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsey Ann, Sky &amp; Canyon&lt;/a&gt; aka the Kapp pack, and &lt;a href="http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; of the Army of Four. I know that's not 7 blogs but it is 7 bloggers. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2047688349816910204?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2047688349816910204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2047688349816910204' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2047688349816910204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2047688349816910204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-7168745796030489998</id><published>2008-01-23T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:18.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Dayz</title><content type='html'>Today is my lazy day mum is cleaning the house for the bipeds birthday party. Her oldest is going to turn 3 on Friday. So they are having his party on Saturday. So I will be spending the weekend at my Aunt Bev's. Which, BTW, can I say I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! But any ways like I was saying mum and dad are cleaning the house. They are shampooing the carpets and unpacking boxes and other fun stuff. So I am taking it easy as you can tell. Mum said I am going to have to get up off her floor soon since she is going to be moping it soon. Hummmph.. how rude .. she needs to mop her floors on her own time. I am staying off her carpets what more does she want??? . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5fGpVntvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/H-0lSrl72BE/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5fGpVntvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/H-0lSrl72BE/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158810311656849058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-7168745796030489998?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/7168745796030489998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=7168745796030489998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7168745796030489998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/7168745796030489998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazy-dayz.html' title='Lazy Dayz'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5fGpVntvqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/H-0lSrl72BE/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2259041019933121712</id><published>2008-01-22T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:18.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Our Cousin Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5aXtCxvt2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y_GZZizW3aA/s1600-h/Picture+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5aXtCxvt2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y_GZZizW3aA/s400/Picture+333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158477223294908258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to get everyone to say a prayer for our cousin Candy. I stole mums camera and stole the picture of Candy that I posted above. Mom was talking to mom-mom last Friday night and Candy was "hacking" and sounded bad. So mum got up bright and early Saturday morning to take her in. Mum sat in the vets office from 11am till 2pm. Candy has a heart murmor and needs to be on medication. Which is apparently will need to be on for the rest of her life. Once her condition stabilizes she needs to go have her teeth cleaned and have an echo-cardigram. So mum has been traveling back and forth to mom-moms twice a day to give Candy her medication. Mum said that she isn't hacking as much but shes still hacking. Which her vet (who is my vet) said would be the case. So everyone please say a prayer for my cousin Candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2259041019933121712?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2259041019933121712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2259041019933121712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2259041019933121712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2259041019933121712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayers-for-our-cousin-candy.html' title='Prayers for Our Cousin Candy'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5aXtCxvt2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y_GZZizW3aA/s72-c/Picture+333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2390667923850130655</id><published>2008-01-20T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:18.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a bit -- With all the sadness I just honestly haven't felt like it. I do have some good news -- It snowed here last week and mom and dad took me out to play in it. An boy did I have a blast!!! I am posting a few pics of me and dad out back playing in the snow storm. The last one is us after we came in from out back (we played for over an hour) and boy we sure were tired. You can tell my looking at my face I was beat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTlCxvtyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pNQzutetCb8/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTlCxvtyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pNQzutetCb8/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698631623489314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTnyxvtzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GIoeeEZ_1N0/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTnyxvtzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GIoeeEZ_1N0/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698678868129586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTpCxvt0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/GQFDk-5NAv0/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTpCxvt0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/GQFDk-5NAv0/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698700342966082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTpixvt1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cXd14fm6OtM/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTpixvt1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/cXd14fm6OtM/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157698708932900690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2390667923850130655?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2390667923850130655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2390667923850130655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2390667923850130655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2390667923850130655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R5PTlCxvtyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pNQzutetCb8/s72-c/IMG_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8718599690111556562</id><published>2008-01-16T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:19.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Macbeth</title><content type='html'>It is with very soggy eyes and a very heavy heart that I must post this. Dispite all moms efforts and all her hard work. Macbeth crossed over the rainbow bridge last night. He is now free from pain and suffering and he is young again. I know he is playing happily doing that lil ferret giggle they do when mommy or daddy plays with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is young and healthy again he is and will be greatly missed for many years to come. We all love you and miss you. Run and play happily with Romeo, Juliet, Nanook and all our other friends until we meet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed dear Macbeth. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4491CxvtuI/AAAAAAAAANU/bWv8BRyHWTA/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4491CxvtuI/AAAAAAAAANU/bWv8BRyHWTA/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156126604873676514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8718599690111556562?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8718599690111556562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8718599690111556562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8718599690111556562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8718599690111556562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye-macbeth.html' title='Good-bye Macbeth'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4491CxvtuI/AAAAAAAAANU/bWv8BRyHWTA/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5969425615275992304</id><published>2008-01-14T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:19.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat-load-of-Sadness</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows there has been a boat load of sadness lately. An I am sorry to say I must add to that boat. On top of us and our mommy being so very upset about all the sadness the &lt;a href="http://fivehappyhounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brats&lt;/a&gt; and Maryann have endured these past few months. We have our own boat of sadness to unleash on our blogging friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't been around much these past few days because our cousin Sammy had to be helped over the Bridge on Saturday morning. Sammy was our aunts cat. Who according to our mommy has been a part of the family since long before she even became a part of it. While we aren't cat dogs he really was a cool cat. He was the only one of the cats at pop-pop's who would hang out when we went there to visit. Mom says he was almost 19 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that one of our ferret brothers is very ill and mommy has been nursing him almost around the clock for well over 48 hours now. He is getting up there in ferret age but mommy said she isn't ready to say goodbye yet. His vet told her that so long as she can get him to eat and he is in her opinion alright to just keep doing what shes doing. Mommy is very good with ferrets -- She kept Romeo and Juliet to live well past what normal ferrets live in captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why we have been scarce. Not only that but our mom has been busy planning her bipeds 3rd birthday party. An shes been "fixing up" our house. So things have been busy to say the least. We promise after the bipeds party to be on more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am going to close this post with a few pics of our beloved cousin Sammy. RIP dear Sammy. You will be greatly missed...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4vL8SxvtsI/AAAAAAAAANE/5wLKqd0jOwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4vL8SxvtsI/AAAAAAAAANE/5wLKqd0jOwQ/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155438435148740290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4vL8ixvttI/AAAAAAAAANM/yOlkJ0YcIMk/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4vL8ixvttI/AAAAAAAAANM/yOlkJ0YcIMk/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155438439443707602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5969425615275992304?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5969425615275992304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5969425615275992304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5969425615275992304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5969425615275992304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/boat-load-of-sadness.html' title='Boat-load-of-Sadness'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4vL8SxvtsI/AAAAAAAAANE/5wLKqd0jOwQ/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5974929806452427740</id><published>2008-01-11T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:29:36.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Durango and the Brat Pack</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; I am writing to you all to ask you all to please please please say a prayer for our dear friends &lt;a href="http://fivehappyhounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Brat Pack and Durango&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since the loss of Thrawn the brats mommy adopted a puppy named Durango and it turns out the poor lil guy has parvo. :-( This is no joke -- I know I myself am a parvo survivor. So I am begging that everyone say a prayer for Durango and the Brats that Durango's transfusion works. So he can get better and have the life he so dearly deserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im going to sign off for now but know my paws are tightly crossed and the Brats and Maryann are in my prayers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5974929806452427740?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5974929806452427740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5974929806452427740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5974929806452427740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5974929806452427740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayers-for-durango-and-brat-pack.html' title='Prayers for Durango and the Brat Pack'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6399770017250836930</id><published>2008-01-11T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:20.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Recruits</title><content type='html'>I don't mean to brag or anything but I have two minions. I have recruited my moms bipeds to do my duties for me. If your wondering what I'm talking about just check out the photos below... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4ftwixvtqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dRJe-XZ-ovc/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4ftwixvtqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dRJe-XZ-ovc/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154349716773779106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4ftwyxvtrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kRlg2xkNQcI/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4ftwyxvtrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kRlg2xkNQcI/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154349721068746418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say about it is.. When your good your good. Now I have people to do my "light work" for me and also someone to take responsibility for it too. Like I said when your good your good and me -- I am darn good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6399770017250836930?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6399770017250836930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6399770017250836930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6399770017250836930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6399770017250836930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-recruits.html' title='New Recruits'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R4ftwixvtqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dRJe-XZ-ovc/s72-c/IMG_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-871952515254694320</id><published>2008-01-04T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:20.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincy VS the couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y2ixvtlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j-KrTDKiPpg/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y2ixvtlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j-KrTDKiPpg/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151652717830059602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3CxvtmI/AAAAAAAAAME/QHZNLGCH2u0/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3CxvtmI/AAAAAAAAAME/QHZNLGCH2u0/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151652726419994210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3SxvtnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qZyt3ASnWeA/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3SxvtnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qZyt3ASnWeA/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151652730714961522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3yxvtoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XCjbo4Rv8vg/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y3yxvtoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XCjbo4Rv8vg/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151652739304896130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I did -- Unfortunately I cant blame anyone else because mom caught me doing it. :-( She just shook her head and said "BOY -- You are SO lucky I love you!!" Then I got the old "That's not nice you know better" speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I did it. I just got bored and it seemed like a good thing to do at the time. Mom told dad when he came home from work. He had a Lil different reaction than mom. He just said "What am I going to do with you Quincy". I don't think he was too happy about it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness to me. . . I did hear mom and dad saying they wanted to buy new living room furniture. So I helped them see that they really needed to. &lt;BG&gt; They should just be happy I decided to do it to their old set and not their new one. But don't tell mom I said that -- OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-871952515254694320?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/871952515254694320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=871952515254694320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/871952515254694320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/871952515254694320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2008/01/quincy-vs-couch.html' title='Quincy VS the couch'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R35Y2ixvtlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j-KrTDKiPpg/s72-c/IMG_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5693442845785912576</id><published>2007-12-30T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:29:30.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Business</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; Dad finally got a blogging site up and running for their business. Their business is called &lt;a href="http://dnsbarts.blogspot.com/"&gt;DNSBARTS&lt;/a&gt;. You should all check it out and please add their blog site to your page. Hopefully they can get some help from all our blogging friends! Thanks pals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Quincy &amp; Tristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5693442845785912576?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5693442845785912576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5693442845785912576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5693442845785912576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5693442845785912576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-business.html' title='Family Business'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1568772738484909535</id><published>2007-12-24T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:28:01.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Howl-a-days</title><content type='html'>Tristin and I just wanted to wish all our blogging pals a very merry Christmas. An a very happy holiday season!!! Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure hope Santa Paws is good to all you and your bipeds. See you in the new year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, Please remember to stay safe and as always steer clear of the exits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;  Quincy, Tristin and our biped family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1568772738484909535?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1568772738484909535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1568772738484909535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1568772738484909535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1568772738484909535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-howl-days.html' title='Happy Howl-a-days'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8542417508440660608</id><published>2007-12-20T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:19:47.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business is Booming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Paws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiggles'/><title type='text'>Business is booming, Santa Paws</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone Quincy here... Man talk about crazy. . . Mom and dads clock business is booming. They have been making so many clocks. Apparently we are more famous then we thought. That and apparently we aren't the only ones. It would seem that everyone wants a special clock made. Either with pictures of their fur-kids or their huu-man kids. So mommy and daddy have been spending a lot of time doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been nuts -- Yes -- But I do wanna set the record straight I DIDN'T RUN AWAY. I just wanted to check out my new neighborhood. I don't see what the big deal was. Or why Daddy found it necessary to pounce on me while I was pooing. I mean god he don't like it when I come in the barf-room when hes "handling business". Seriously can't a guy have a little privacy anymore???? An who is he really kidding he only got me because I let him. I could out run that old man no problem!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas and Santa Paws coming. The new house and now mum and dads clock business. We haven't had much time to do anything. I have heard mum saying that for Christmas Santa paws is bringing us new crates, crate beds. Like the ones our friend &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy&lt;/a&gt; got. An other things so we're so super excited!!! But no one can tell her we overheard that. I think its supposed to be a secret. So Shhhhh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have I mentioned that tonight I am going to spending the night at my grandparents with mum and dad. So I get to run around like a loon in their HUMONGOUS back yard!! WOOO WOOOOO I am getting the wiggles thinking about that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. . . I am very offended that my brother called me an uber-dork. I am no more an uber-dork than he is. So there!! An those of you who think its funny :-P on you!!! Oh yeah and phuut on my brother so what he saw Santa paws first. I will see him too. You just wait and see. The brat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8542417508440660608?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8542417508440660608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8542417508440660608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8542417508440660608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8542417508440660608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/business-is-booming-santa-paws.html' title='Business is booming, Santa Paws'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3024778355183931973</id><published>2007-12-19T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:21.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insane week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>Insane week, Christmas tree and Santa Pic</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;  Tristin here -- This week has been insane to say the least. Quincy got out last Sunday and ran away. Mommy and Daddy were chasing him all over looking for him. Thankfully Momma spotted him up the road -- Get this -- In the middle of the busy road with cars driving right at him. Mommy was out front in her pjs, no socks, pants soaked up to her tush screaming for him and daddy and for people to slow down (But in not so nice words). Would you believe me if I told you that not even one person so much as tapped their breaks. Momma made herself so sick she was puking in our front yard, I know I know -- YUCK!!! She also had herself so upset her blood sugar was up over 600. (Momma is diabetic so that's not a good number or so I hear) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now everyone Relax -- Thankfully Daddy caught the mud man pooing in someones back yard. Momma was crying saying how he was headed towards I-95. I dont know what I-95 but by the way momma was talking about it sounds bad. I overheard daddy saying that Quincy scared a poor lil old woman half to death. Apparently Quincy was at her front door trying to get in when she opened the door. Daddy said she screamed and slammed the door shut. Mom and dad did go back and they appoligized for Quincy scaring her. Personally I think its kinda funny. Why would anyone be afraid of Quincy hes an uber-dork!!! Then mom explained to me that maybe she is just one of those people who are afraid of all dogs. I still can't believe there are those kinds of people in this world. Humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huu-people got their Christmas tree and boy does it smell good. Quincy and the huu-man kids won't leave it alone. I will post a few pics of it for everyone to see. Mom's mom found the husky ornament that &lt;a href="http://ahuskyslifeforus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magic and Georgies&lt;/a&gt; mom has. An she bought one for our mommy. Mommy loves it -- Well Duh It is a Husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mCZCxvtiI/AAAAAAAAALk/20Er7a-uGpo/s1600-h/101_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mCZCxvtiI/AAAAAAAAALk/20Er7a-uGpo/s400/101_3024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145787416001361442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our tree -- Isn't it just purdy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mCZixvtjI/AAAAAAAAALs/F5Lpb3-O1JY/s1600-h/101_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mCZixvtjI/AAAAAAAAALs/F5Lpb3-O1JY/s400/101_3025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145787424591296050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are mommys two husky ornaments. The one like Georgie &amp; Magic's mom and the one Daddy bought her. They are my favorite two ornaments on the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my picture taken with Santa Paws. My Aunt Bev took me too see him -- Quincy didnt get to go when I did because the knucklehead chewed through his leash after he came home. HAHA I finally got to do something the mud man couldn't do! So mum and dad are taking him later this week if there is an opening to get his pic taken with a different Santa Paws. So here I am in all my glory ain't I just the cutest???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mEQCxvtkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CWcI6Bcw2Is/s1600-h/Tristin+Xmas07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mEQCxvtkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CWcI6Bcw2Is/s400/Tristin+Xmas07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145789460405794370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now I think thats all maybe if we have time either Quincy or myself will post another blog tonight before we go to bed. We miss you all dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky love and licks,&lt;br /&gt;  Tristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3024778355183931973?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3024778355183931973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3024778355183931973' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3024778355183931973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3024778355183931973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/insane-week-christmas-tree-and-santa.html' title='Insane week, Christmas tree and Santa Pic'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2mCZCxvtiI/AAAAAAAAALk/20Er7a-uGpo/s72-c/101_3024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-3593134695189277189</id><published>2007-12-14T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:21.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Speed Dear Thrawn</title><content type='html'>It is with very heavy hearts and very soggy eyes that we must say good-bye to our dear friend &lt;a href="http://fivehappyhounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thrawn&lt;/a&gt;. He crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on Thursday afternoon. Everyone please pray for the rest of his pack and for his sweet mommy Maryann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvteI/AAAAAAAAALE/HfSQEAP1FaQ/s1600-h/rainbow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvteI/AAAAAAAAALE/HfSQEAP1FaQ/s400/rainbow.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rainbow Bridge &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s1600-h/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s400/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow &lt;br /&gt;Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an animal dies that has been especially &lt;br /&gt;close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow &lt;br /&gt;Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;There are meadows and hills for all of our &lt;br /&gt;special friends so they can run and play &lt;br /&gt;together. &lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and &lt;br /&gt;our friends are warm and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old are &lt;br /&gt;restored to health and vigor; those who were &lt;br /&gt;hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, &lt;br /&gt;just as we remember them in our dreams of &lt;br /&gt;days and times gone by. &lt;br /&gt;The animals are happy and content, except for &lt;br /&gt;one small thing; they each miss someone very &lt;br /&gt;special to them, who had to be left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all run and play together, but the day &lt;br /&gt;comes when one suddenly stops and looks into &lt;br /&gt;the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His &lt;br /&gt;eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run &lt;br /&gt;from the group, flying over the green grass, his &lt;br /&gt;legs carrying him faster and faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been spotted, and when you and your &lt;br /&gt;special friend finally meet, you cling together in &lt;br /&gt;joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The &lt;br /&gt;happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands &lt;br /&gt;again caress the beloved head, and you look once &lt;br /&gt;more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long &lt;br /&gt;gone from your life but never absent from your &lt;br /&gt;heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s1600-h/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s400/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s1600-h/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s400/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s1600-h/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s400/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s1600-h/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvtfI/AAAAAAAAALM/71crLfM8kuY/s400/rainbow+bridge+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144062758998750706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed Thrawn. God bless you Maryann and the rest of the Happy Hound Pack. You are all in our prayers and thoughts. Sibe vibes are being sent your way from the 'Savage crew tonight. XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky Love &amp; Licks,&lt;br /&gt; Quincy &amp; Tristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-3593134695189277189?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/3593134695189277189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=3593134695189277189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3593134695189277189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/3593134695189277189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-speed-dear-thrawn.html' title='God Speed Dear Thrawn'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Nh0yxvteI/AAAAAAAAALE/HfSQEAP1FaQ/s72-c/rainbow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5271966853907598956</id><published>2007-12-14T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:22.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're famous &amp; New House</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone -- I know, I know we have been gone a long long while. But for good reason. We moved -- It finally happened mom and dad got us a house with a HUGE backyard. The fence is 6ft high and there is something called "L barb wire" at the top. Our yard isn't quite as big as our grandparents but its still big!!! An according to mommy its safe for us too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have I mentioned we are famous now!! Not only did we make the cover of HTH's Cookbook but we are now on the faces of clocks. My mom and dad are making and selling clocks. They can make them with pictures of anything or anyone. I will show you pictures of a few of them that Mommy and Daddy made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KveSxvtZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZhSyVwzBXwY/s1600-h/102_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KveSxvtZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZhSyVwzBXwY/s400/102_1820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143866659381949842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is obviously of me the Mud man, Quincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KwECxvtaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f-oIn5IN1E0/s1600-h/102_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KwECxvtaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f-oIn5IN1E0/s400/102_1853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143867307922011554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is -- We'll duh. The DWB Tristin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KwlixvtbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iCMYCTTIHnc/s1600-h/102_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KwlixvtbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iCMYCTTIHnc/s400/102_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143867883447629234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Kw4SxvtdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m6b7rHpCSI0/s1600-h/102_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2Kw4SxvtdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m6b7rHpCSI0/s400/102_1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143868205570176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An those two are of our sister Nanook. The only difference in the two of them is the back round color of the clocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has made other clocks other than Huskies but I don't personally see a point in posting pictures of them. They are cute and all but lets just be honest they aren't Huskies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wanna put out there that mommy can make these clocks for anyone with any picture you want in them. Just message me and I will put you in contact with my mommy to discuss details. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be back in the swing of things right after the Holidays are over. We didn't forget about all our pals. We love and Miss you all VERY much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; Licks,&lt;br /&gt;Quincy &amp; Tristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5271966853907598956?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5271966853907598956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5271966853907598956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5271966853907598956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5271966853907598956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-famous-new-house.html' title='We&apos;re famous &amp; New House'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/R2KveSxvtZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZhSyVwzBXwY/s72-c/102_1820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4036005096591397211</id><published>2007-11-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:18:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90% Addicted</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;We just visited our friend &lt;a href="http://stevekatwilbur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steve, Kat, &amp; Wilburs blog&lt;/a&gt;. An they took this way cool test to see how addicted to blogging they were. Turns out they were 68% addicted. Tristin and I were dying to see how addicted we are. So we took the test and here are our results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/614/475/blog_addiction.7b35iw9ier.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;90%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe we are that addicted to bloggin. &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to the test. We can't wait to see how addicted to bloggin everyone else is. We will be keeping an eye out to see how addicted you are!!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4036005096591397211?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4036005096591397211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4036005096591397211' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4036005096591397211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4036005096591397211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/11/90-addicted.html' title='90% Addicted'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5927219404085516988</id><published>2007-10-30T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:19:44.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Howl-o-ween</title><content type='html'>Happy Howl-o-ween everyone! Tristin here,  I know it's technically not till tomorrow. But Quincy &amp; myself will be spending time with our Aunt Bev. Boy do I absolutely love it when we stay there. We get to go play and see her pack and word has it she has a new foster dog for &lt;a href="www.sibes,com"&gt;MaPaw&lt;/a&gt;. We can't wait to meet him, he came from Pacca. I heard mommy telling daddy that he is supposed to look something like Quincy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy is upset that he don't get to go trik-er-treatin'. He got to go last year with mom and dad. He was dressed up like a devil. That is how Mud Man got his nick name Devil doggie. Mom said he was a devil the whole night, he HATED his costume and would only wear it for very short spurts of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made us some yummie pumpkin cookies but she said we can't have them till tomorrow. Since tomorrow is Howl-o-ween. I hope she sends them with us when we got to Aunt Bev's so we can share them with Yasha, Yuri, Quinn and Poods. Keep your paws crossed. I will have to update you all later on how they turned out and on how our night at Aunt Bev's goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a safe and healthy Howl-o-ween! Stay away from the candy and the exits!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Licks,&lt;br /&gt;   Tristin &amp; Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5927219404085516988?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5927219404085516988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5927219404085516988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5927219404085516988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5927219404085516988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-howl-o-ween.html' title='Happy Howl-o-ween'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-2166883040201799769</id><published>2007-10-29T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:23.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Rescue &amp; Build-A-Husky</title><content type='html'>Hi every doggie girl and boy. Sorry Tristin and I have been MIA for so long. Our mom and dad have been busy and we couldn't get near the 'puter. Stupid humans!!! The make me so angry sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like I said we have been busy too. Mom and dad are looking at houses and searching for a place for us to live. Can you believe people won't let us come live with them.... HOW RUDE!! Mom actually told this one lady off because she told mom that she could have one of us there but the other couldn't. What the heck kinda crap is that?? So what was mom to do.. Flip a coin and toss one of us out in the streets? Mom told her thanks for wasting her time but no thanks. Good girl mommy!!! I knew she loved us! ;-) Boy are we lucky boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that mom started her Christmas shopping for her kids. I overheard her saying to dad that she wanted to get both Tristin and myself new crates. Oh are we looking forward to that. I hope we get them.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is no longer a volunteer for HTH. She left the group a few weeks ago. But she isn't out of rescue completely. I knew she wouldn't be able to not do it. She loves it too much. She is now a member of &lt;a href="wwww.sibes.com"&gt;Mapaw&lt;/a&gt;. She loves it and says all the people are wonderful. I can't wait to meet some of them. My mom has good taste in humans. If I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and daddy went to the Woman's Humane Society on Saturday to eval a husky that was there with her sibling. But was very happy to find Isis (that was her name) was already adopted pending a yard check. Mommy took down her tag number to check back on her in case her yard check don't pan out. I heard mom-mom saying she was beautiful. She was a red &amp; white 6 month old with blue eyes. Mom-mom said she would have loved to have her come home and live with us. Just what we need around here another pesky kid getting into trouble. &lt;BG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe I have to tell everyone this but DON'T tell my mom I told she'll be upset. On Saturday they did some Christmas shopping with her mom and dad. An they had her make/adopt a build a bear husky. Mommy built a husky (DUH) and named her Nanook  after our sister that is in heaven. Mommy cried while she was making her. She gave her a heartbeat and when you squeeze her her heart really beats. I heard daddy saying that mommy had everyone in there crying and in tears. She named her Nanook after our sister and even got her a birth certificate. She said it was in remembrance of the love of her life. I am glad mommy got to do that for my sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RyZ904Q_UdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GRypwc62Wmo/s1600-h/100_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RyZ904Q_UdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GRypwc62Wmo/s400/100_1755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126923573218202066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-2166883040201799769?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/2166883040201799769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=2166883040201799769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2166883040201799769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/2166883040201799769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-rescue-build-husky.html' title='Busy, Rescue &amp; Build-A-Husky'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RyZ904Q_UdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GRypwc62Wmo/s72-c/100_1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5372431798244851723</id><published>2007-10-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:06:56.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st Interview</title><content type='html'>We have finally had the privilege of being interviewed by someone. We had requested that our dear friend &lt;a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; interview us and she did!!! Here are our questions and answers. I (Quincy) will go first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy:&lt;br /&gt;1. What so you like most about Tristin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this is a very hard question but a very good one. If I had to narrow it down to only one thing it would have to be his playful nature. Tristin and I have always gotten along great. I remember the first day we met before mom and dad adopted him. We hit it off right away and were playing like he had known each other our entire lives. I remember mom, and Bev Tristins former foster mom jokingly saying "Jeez, you'd swear they were from the same litter". We were just meant to be brothers. So Yeah, most definitely his playful nature, we can play for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you prefer to be an only dog, or have more fur siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I wouldn't want to be an only dog. I would love more than anything to have more fur siblings. But they would all need to know that I am in charge. I rule this roost!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owe another good one. I LOVE LOVE LOVE toys, especially ones Tristin has. But still my all time favorite toy is my kitty that my former foster mom and dad gave me. He is very well taken care of, my mommy makes sure hes nice and clean for me. The only thing is now he's missing his eyes... He looked at me funny one night so I took his eyes out.. LONG STORY. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is your favorite place to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few favorite places to sleep actually. One would be with my mommy when she stays down here with us. But I also like to sleep at the bottom of the steps, its hard floor and its always cool. But my crate is my favorite place b/c I know that's my space. When I go in there mommy wont let her kids bother me and I can have my down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you know any tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I will shake and give "hi-fives". Mommy loves it when I do that. She always makes me do it when we do events with rescue. People seem to really get a kick outta it. I don't mind because I usually get yummies afterwards for being a good boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK those were GREAT questions Holly. Thanks so much for interviewing me. I will let Tristin answer his questions now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello every doggie boy and girl, Tristin here. I will now answer my interview questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you like most about Quindy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that the thing I like most about my brother would be his caring nature. Not too many people know this but when I was adopted I had a lot of "issues" I was afraid of everything and absolutely hated being alone. An Quincy was always there by my side to help me along with my mom and dad, overcome my issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where would you like to visit, if you could go anywhere in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go with my entire family to somewhere where it snowed all the time. I just love the snow. Mommy calls me her snow bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy is my hero. I love her more than anything in this world. She saw something in me that no one else did. I was a foster dog for quite some time and not one person was interested in adopting me. Lucky for me my mommy saw what others couldn't. So she convinced my dad that she just absolutely HAD TO have me. So when he came around they adopted me on Nov 25th, 2006 and I have been in absolute heaven ever since. Not to mention the fact that she was very patient with all my issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is a good one. I love food all kinds, but my absolute favorite treat would have to be bologna. We have our pop-pop trained he gives us both bologna each and every morning. An if he don't you'd better believe he hears about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like it when people visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on who it is. But usually I don't mind when people come over to visit. I like the attention, when my greedy hog brother allows me to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Holly that was fun. I enjoyed answering your questions, good job on coming up with such good ones. Now comes the fun part Quincy and I have the opportunity to interview some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to interview you, here's what you need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are interested in being interviewed, leave me a comment saying, 'interview me.'&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by posting five questions for you. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now who wants to be interviewed by the Mud Monster and the DWB?? If you do all you have to do is leave a comment saying interview me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5372431798244851723?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5372431798244851723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5372431798244851723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5372431798244851723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5372431798244851723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-1st-interview.html' title='Our 1st Interview'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6813579595214866760</id><published>2007-09-21T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:47:52.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Game</title><content type='html'>We visited our friend &lt;a href="http://hollyshouse5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly's blog&lt;/a&gt; a while back  and she has a new game that she got from one of her friends! I thought this looked like a lot of fun, so we decided we would play along! We have just been busy so it took us a while to come up with all the answers. But here is the jist of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions. They must be real places, names, things ... If you can't think of anything, skip it. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the first letter of your first name, and then answer the questions using only that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? Quincy&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: Quad&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: Qvale. . yes it is an actual car&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Queer eye for the straight guy&lt;br /&gt;City: Quakertown PA&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: Quimby&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: Quinn&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic Drink: Queen Elizabeth &lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Queen.. what it's a job.&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear: Quicksilver brand clothing&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: Queen Latifa (did I spell that right?)&lt;br /&gt;Food: Quaker Oats oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom: Q-tips&lt;br /&gt;Reason for being late: Quit caring about what time you show up.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: Q.T. Pie &lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: QUIT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? Tristin&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: trim&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: Thunderbird&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: That 70's show&lt;br /&gt;City: Trenton NJ&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: Tina&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic Drink: Tequila ... mmmm :-P&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Truck driver&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear: tank top&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: Tiffani Amber Thiessen&lt;br /&gt;Food: tacos... umm!!&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom: toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;Reason for being late: toothache&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: tweety bird&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: TWIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we tag anyone who hasn't already played this game to do so. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6813579595214866760?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6813579595214866760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6813579595214866760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6813579595214866760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6813579595214866760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/09/name-game.html' title='Name Game'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6550749763516532389</id><published>2007-09-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:28:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again with the new tag game</title><content type='html'>Hell-woooo everyone. Sorry we have been MIA for a while. Things here have been very crazy over the past week. Last week was a very sad week for all of us. Mommys kids were in the hospitol. Mommy had medic-wol problems she had to attend to. An two of our ferret siblings crossed over the rainbow bridge. Romeo and Juliet are now at the gates of the bridge with our sister Nanook. Just to name a few of the bad things that have happened here. Hence why we have been so scarce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways it seems we have been tagged by our friend &lt;a href="http://bewarethebamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bama&lt;/a&gt;. Bama came up with this new tag game that she is calling "The new tag game" it's actually pretty cool. We haven't done this one before. So here's how it works... basically all you have to do is list all the nicknames your human counterparts have for you. So here goes I will go first and then Tristin will do his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy-&gt; Mud Monster, Puppers, Momma's boy, Doodle-bug, Love-bug, Doodles, Fuzz-butt, Mud-man, Dirty butt, Pup, Frick, Jealous, Lover boy, Garbage-gut, Bottom-less pit, Snuggle buggel, Cuddle pup, Mommys four legged child, Quince,and Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristin-&gt; DWB (dirty white boy), Knuckle-head, Frack, Momma's boy, Shadow-puppy, White ass (don't ask me I don't particularly like this one either), Fuzz-man, Gentle giant, Tristin two-barks, Bob Barker, Lap pup, Mommy's four legged child, Trist, T, Picky, Love bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. We think thats it but I am sure there are a ton more. If we remember anymore I will post them at a later date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tag everyone who hasnt already done this yet. This is fun!!! Thanks Bama. Can't wait to see what everyones human counterparts call them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6550749763516532389?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6550749763516532389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6550749763516532389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6550749763516532389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6550749763516532389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-again-with-new-tag-game.html' title='Tagged again with the new tag game'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6352783540839365832</id><published>2007-09-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:38:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Cookbook</title><content type='html'>Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue has put together a book of 102 recipes for dog treats! There are recipes for baked treats, frozen treats and microwave treats. There are even treats for special diets and a section on substituting ingredients for dogs with food allergies or intolerances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are $10 each, and all proceeds to go Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue, a non-profit organization, for the care of their foster dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the book and ordering information here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fosterdogsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fosterdogsblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to share this information with anyone that you think may be interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An how cool is it that both Quincy and I are on the cover!! We didn't get our recipies in time but our pics made the cover!! WOOOO WOOOO. Our good friends &lt;a href="http://sashaville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy&lt;/a&gt; got recipies in the book tho. We suggest everyone getting one. So dig out your mommy and daddys credit cards and get one. Good stuff in there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6352783540839365832?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6352783540839365832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6352783540839365832' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6352783540839365832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6352783540839365832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/09/rescue-cookbook.html' title='Rescue Cookbook'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-530984416781733912</id><published>2007-09-05T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:54:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy all around town</title><content type='html'>What can I say? It was a busy weekend here in PA. We did the Hike N Howl on Saturday with mom and dad. BOY, were there A LOT of huskys there. It was soooo stinking awesome. We got to see a lot of HTH alumni like us. We got to see our foster parents who took care of us before mommy and daddy adopted us. Mom brought her camera along to get pics but somehow it got broken in the car. I swear it wasn't us. Mom is pretty upset about it. So she is gonna see if we can borrow pics from other people to post later in the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There was this funny looking husky who walked around on two legs... what a sight that was. Don't tell anyone but my dad was in that.. well in whatever it was. I hear other people were inside it too. That is just creepy.. why would humans wanna be in a husky? Don't they know huskys don't walk around on two legs. An you don't see us walking around on two legs in people clothes or people skin.. Now do you??? I didn't think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Mom is also a lil sad about something else. . . I don't know if I told anyone or not but she had been taking care of a baby squirrel that fell outta it's nest and got hurt. He was I think, the 4th or 5th one mom has cared for. She was bottle feeding him and doing all the mommy things. An sadly he crossed over the rainbow bridge the morning of the hike. So everyone please say a lil prayer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh. . I also forgot to tell everyone we got another ferret sister. Dad brought her home for mom the week before the hike. She is an albino like Romeo. Her name is Princess like our mommy. We have some pics of her but I have to see if mom will give up her camera so I can get the pics off the memory card. Keep an eye out for the pics everyone shes adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sunday was an awesome day.. Our friend &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy&lt;/a&gt; came over with his mom and we got to play. He is so much fun I can't till we get to play again. Tristin really liked Indy he wanted to play with him like he does with me. But everytime Indy tried to play with him he'd roll over and be a baby. Indy's mom sent our mom the pics she took so we will have to find them and post them later in the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-530984416781733912?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/530984416781733912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=530984416781733912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/530984416781733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/530984416781733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-all-around-town.html' title='Busy all around town'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-808894143121180688</id><published>2007-08-26T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:46:33.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lend A Pup</title><content type='html'>Our mommy has been pretty sad recently thinking about our sister Nanook. So our daddy found this poem for her. She really liked it and it made her cry.. which I would think would be bad. But apparently she loves it. So Tristin and I thought we would share it for everyone who have ever lost a loved companion. I hope it brings as much joy to others as it has our mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lend A Pup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lend to you for a while, a pup, God said,&lt;br /&gt;For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three&lt;br /&gt;But will you, 'til I call him back, take care of him for me.&lt;br /&gt;He'll bring his charms to gladden you and (should his stay be brief)&lt;br /&gt;you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return&lt;br /&gt;But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true&lt;br /&gt;And from the folk that crowd life's land I have chosen you.&lt;br /&gt;Now will you give him all your love nor think the labor vain,&lt;br /&gt;Nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"&lt;br /&gt;For all the joys this Pup will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.&lt;br /&gt;We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may&lt;br /&gt;And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,&lt;br /&gt;We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve&lt;br /&gt;In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,&lt;br /&gt;We'll have yet another Pup and love him all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-808894143121180688?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/808894143121180688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=808894143121180688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/808894143121180688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/808894143121180688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/lend-pup.html' title='Lend A Pup'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-8373818056385160512</id><published>2007-08-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:33:33.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike N Howl 2nd request</title><content type='html'>Hi everypup guy and gal,&lt;br /&gt;   Sorry I haven't posted anything of importance in forever but things have been super busy around here. Mom and Dad are doing this thing with rescue called the 1st annual Hike N Howl. I know we posted about it once already but for those of you who don't know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wondering what that is... Well it's a benefit event to help support the dogs assisted by the three groups of The Alliance of Northern Breed Rescues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alliance of Northern Breed Rescues is Delaware Valley Siberian Husky Rescue, MaPaw Siberian Husky Rescue and Referral, and Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescues. The three groups have pulled together for a monumental benefit hike on Saturday, September 1st 2007, at the Norristown Farm Park in Norristown, PA. It is going to be a BLAST!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who can come?... Well . . all well-behaved, leashed dogs are welcome to participate in the hike! One dog per person. Even if you don't have a dog, you can come on out and enjoy the event, or hike in the memory of a loved one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who's gonna be there?... Well.. we'll have food, vendors, rescue groups, games, prizes, educational workshops, and other cool things. Its a great chance for everyone to come out with their dogs and have a great time with other dog lovers while helping to save less fortunate dogs. Just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am begging for people to pledge for me and Tristin..again. . . We are hiking in our sister Nanooks name.... and for other dogs like us who need to find loving fur ever homes. To sponsor us please go to &lt;a href="http://www.hikenhowl.com"&gt;www.hikenhowl.com&lt;/a&gt; Then click on Pledge Information scroll down and find Quincy and Tristin and then sponsor us... PLEASE. We will do our best and hike as hard as we can for all the doggies out there who need loving homes. Thanks everyone for reading this. An thanks again for sponsoring us!!! We loveeee you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husky hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-8373818056385160512?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/8373818056385160512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=8373818056385160512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8373818056385160512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/8373818056385160512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/hike-n-howl-2nd-request.html' title='Hike N Howl 2nd request'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5046107263492812703</id><published>2007-08-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:20:32.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Breed of Puppy Are You??</title><content type='html'>Mom took this awesome test to see what kind of puppy she was and it turns out she is a husky puppy.... I KNEW IT!!!! Tell your humans to take the test and see what breed of puppy they are. I am dying to see what your parents are. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Husky Puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/husky-puppy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sweet, affectionate, and docile.&lt;br /&gt;But when you see a cat or chicken, it's kill kill kill!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5046107263492812703?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5046107263492812703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5046107263492812703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5046107263492812703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5046107263492812703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-breed-of-puppy-are-you.html' title='What Breed of Puppy Are You??'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5544598148392847276</id><published>2007-08-15T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:08:34.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day I saw mom on the computer earlier today looking at houses. An I heard her telling dad that she wouldn't buy a house unless the yard was big enough for us and the kids. How awesome is that? Tristin and I are super excited. Mom also promised dad that she would get him his red and white husky he so badly wants. So we will finally have a sister. WOOOOO WOOOOO good times to come.  So excited. . . can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh moms getting us diner so I will update everyone once I know more. Keep them paws crossed for us that they find something with a BIG YARD and lots of space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5544598148392847276?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5544598148392847276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5544598148392847276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5544598148392847276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5544598148392847276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-5549257591553278257</id><published>2007-08-13T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:24.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husky Mania part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was a busy day for me. My mommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; feeling too good. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; and I have been spending a lot of time trying to make her feel better. She went to go see the doctor today and got medicine... FINALLY!!! So basically we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play day&lt;/span&gt;. We got to spend most of the day playing out back.. . . HUSKY MANIA part 1......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbiQANQsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L_q238edWPs/s1600-h/New+pics+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386528385450690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbiQANQsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L_q238edWPs/s320/New+pics+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What are you looking at?? Husky Mania takes a lot outta me. Look out for part 2 and more pics.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbigANQtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W4fFQyH5L-8/s1600-h/New+pics+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386532680418002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbigANQtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W4fFQyH5L-8/s320/New+pics+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; right before we started Husky Mania....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjAANQuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DVsJ3Hei-cI/s1600-h/New+pics+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386541270352610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjAANQuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DVsJ3Hei-cI/s320/New+pics+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; Like I already said it takes a lot outta me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjQANQvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bUegNi-UHmM/s1600-h/Picture+460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386545565319922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjQANQvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bUegNi-UHmM/s320/Picture+460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; obviously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; as worn out as I am... Guess I need to not take it so easy on the old man next time. Mom says hes not an old man.. because there is only a few months between us but.. I say he is! An I rule this roost!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjgANQwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RrEAqCV5uAk/s1600-h/Picture+451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386549860287234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbjgANQwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RrEAqCV5uAk/s320/Picture+451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-5549257591553278257?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/5549257591553278257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=5549257591553278257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5549257591553278257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/5549257591553278257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/husky-mania-part-1.html' title='Husky Mania part 1'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RsEbiQANQsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L_q238edWPs/s72-c/New+pics+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-4737583276854300318</id><published>2007-08-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:42:00.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Day</title><content type='html'>Today was another scorcher. . We spent the majority of the day in the air conditioned house. Which felt wonderful!! We did spend a decent amount of time outside playing too. I played in my pool for a while, have I mentioned how much I love my pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank everyone for their advice on getting Tristin in the pool. He is slowing inching his way to it. He still wont get in but he is now drinking out of it. Which is a start, right?? I really think by the end of summer he will be in the pool at least once. &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy's&lt;/a&gt; idea almost worked... I had him chasing me and he almost followed me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note mom went out and bought us a new brush. So she is brushing us like crazy stealing our hair. She just loves brushing us... you would think she don't have hair of her own to brush or something. What is it with these humans and liking to steal our hair. An then they have the nerve to give it to the birds for their nests... are they serious??? Talk about rude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heat really has me bushed so I am going to go back to napping like I have been doing most of the day. More tomorrow... and some new pics tomorrow too... I am charging moms batteries for her camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-4737583276854300318?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/4737583276854300318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=4737583276854300318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4737583276854300318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/4737583276854300318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-day.html' title='Hot Day'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-6206239672433705804</id><published>2007-08-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:26.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at what mom bought us . . Yup that's right we finally got a pool of our own. I personally think she was trying to make up for leaving us at Aunt Bev's for the weekend. You see it seems her, dad, mom-mom, pop-pop and the two kids went to the boardwalk on Friday. So Thursday we went to Aunt Bev's and spent the night. We love it there and its always a blast but nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;compairs&lt;/span&gt; to home!! Sorry Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; but it don't!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways isn't our pool the coolest.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; even blue . . just for us BOYS!!! I love it. . . Wish I could say the same for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt;. He don't seem to interested in it yet. But he will learn!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOQANQnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ndZdje04Ra0/s1600-h/New+pics+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409806811677298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOQANQnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ndZdje04Ra0/s320/New+pics+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tristin's&lt;/span&gt; attention to get him to come play with me in the pool. But he just wouldn't come play. That's alright tho I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409811106644610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOgANQoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WtrnD9SaNN0/s320/New+pics+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was in and out of the pool all day long. As you can tell by this picture. I highly suggest to those of you who don't have one throw and fit and destroy something until your humans buy you one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOwANQpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GfEFn80snFE/s1600-h/New+pics+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409815401611922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOwANQpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GfEFn80snFE/s320/New+pics+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom took this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; thinking he was heading for the pool. . . but she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIPQANQqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6V0zIDKvS1Y/s1600-h/New+pics+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409823991546530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIPQANQqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6V0zIDKvS1Y/s320/New+pics+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom couldn't get him into the pool so she took random pics of him playing in the yard. The knuckle-head wouldn't get in the pool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ask me why because it was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIPgANQrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gfTadI-kuqc/s1600-h/New+pics+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409828286513842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIPgANQrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gfTadI-kuqc/s320/New+pics+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just another random picture of cute old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGjwANQiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YBkg99J-Ohg/s1600-h/New+pics+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407977155609122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGjwANQiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YBkg99J-Ohg/s320/New+pics+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; in the pool thinking that if he got in it once he would like it and stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGkAANQjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m4ucN_dWAOQ/s1600-h/New+pics+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407981450576434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGkAANQjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m4ucN_dWAOQ/s320/New+pics+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the very next picture. . . how wrong he was. . . No sooner did dad let him go and OUT he went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407990040511042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGkgANQkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WC54T5Cehw0/s320/New+pics+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another picture of me. Again I was trying to convince &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; how much fun our pool is. But he still wasn't buying it. Any suggestions on how to make him like it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGkwANQlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SXXB2PDkEP0/s1600-h/New+pics+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407994335478354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGkwANQlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SXXB2PDkEP0/s320/New+pics+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom just loves this picture of me. I overheard her telling dad this is me saying "Nah-Nah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tristin&lt;/span&gt; look how much fun I am having in the pool". So I put it up here because mom likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGlAANQmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DXvkPCosPhc/s1600-h/New+pics+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407998630445666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraGlAANQmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DXvkPCosPhc/s320/New+pics+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-6206239672433705804?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/6206239672433705804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=6206239672433705804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6206239672433705804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/6206239672433705804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/08/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RraIOQANQnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ndZdje04Ra0/s72-c/New+pics+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-1971719645309241592</id><published>2007-07-31T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:28.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>Most of my HTH friends have seen these pics. But everyone else hasn't, So I stole moms camera and got some of them for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j9wANQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/paHTXIDVPrw/s1600-h/Picture+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093469984832438578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j9wANQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/paHTXIDVPrw/s200/Picture+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice anything the same about these two pics? Mom says I always have my toung sticking out. . I just don't understand what she is talking about. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j-gANQVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvOeRI4hbFg/s1600-h/Picture+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093469997717340498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j-gANQVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvOeRI4hbFg/s200/Picture+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pinned by the DWB. . He may have won this round. I will get him next time I swear!!! Afterall this was my very 1st snow!!! It's on next snow day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j-wANQWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2a34CdZm1S4/s1600-h/Picture+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093470002012307810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j-wANQWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2a34CdZm1S4/s200/Picture+306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I go tryingtoget my revenge indoors. But for some reason mom and dad won't let us wrestle inside. Something about not wanting us to break stuff . . Like we'd do that. . We are angels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j_AANQXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iSrIE7qBNeY/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093470006307275122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j_AANQXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iSrIE7qBNeY/s200/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe this knucklehead let mom put this on him?? An then had the nerve to smile about it. . . He makes me sick. He needs to take some lessons from me, or our friend &lt;a href="http://sashaville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;. She has an embarassing sister named Isis who lets the humans put things on her too. So she knows what I am talking about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I guess thats about all for now. Don't forget to sponsor us for the &lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/us/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&amp;SESSION=4A5KohlRmO3jqGV9YG7519wlso4Wrq_hQ07xLxpSeTwkWFoJP9LeTiVR9YPQwvOBQIddS0&amp;amp;dispatch=5885d80a13c0db1f941d8253416939c6057d1d6643efcf2acedfaebb3222b360"&gt;Hike N Howl&lt;/a&gt;. We need all the help we can get to help out all the doggies like us. Who if it werent for rescue wouldn't have had a chance in the world. Thanks everyone!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-1971719645309241592?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/1971719645309241592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=1971719645309241592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1971719645309241592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/1971719645309241592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/Rq-j9wANQTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/paHTXIDVPrw/s72-c/Picture+241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4860783740487443365.post-742906802879878120</id><published>2007-07-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:29.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please sponsor us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuwgANQPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uAKhjyL-WLc/s1600-h/100_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092355951920234738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuwgANQPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uAKhjyL-WLc/s200/100_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuwwANQQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WYrk2gwrzDA/s1600-h/100_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092355956215202050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuwwANQQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WYrk2gwrzDA/s200/100_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuxAANQRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j4HnmZbt-lE/s1600-h/100_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092355960510169362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuxAANQRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j4HnmZbt-lE/s200/100_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tristin, mom, dad, and myself are all hiking with Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue at the first annual Hike &amp; Howl. It's going to be a really cool benefit hike on Saturday, Septemeber 1st, 2007, at the Norristown Farm Park in Norristown, PA. We are all hiking in our sister Nanook's memory. See the pics above for pics of her!! She was a REAL beauty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hike N Howl is a benefit event to help support dogs like us that the Alliance of Northern Breed Rescues help. The Allicance of Northern Breed Rescues is Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue, Delaware Valley Siberian Husky Rescue, and MaPaw Siberian Husky Rescue &amp;amp; Referral. All well-behaved, leashed dogs are allowed to come hike with us. Or your humans friends who don't have dogs can come too!!! Or tell me how cool is this... You can hike in the memory of a loved one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Tristin, mom and dad are all hiking together in our baby sisters memory. To make a long story short. DWB met mom and Nanook our sister at our vets office the day mom had to help Nanook over the rainbow bridge. It turned out that someone poisoned her. After morning Nanook mom adopted me and DWB from Harnessed to Hope. Then she joined them to help out other doggies like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to our lil angel sister Nanook we found our mommy, daddy and our fur ever home. So in her memory we are hiking for her. To help other doggies like us find good homes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please Please Please&lt;/span&gt; won't you sponsor us at the Hike &amp; Howl and help us help other dogs like us find great fur ever homes?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be adding a paypal button later on in the week to make it easier but if for the time being you would please go to &lt;a href="http://www.hikenhowl.com/"&gt;www.HIKENHOWL.com&lt;/a&gt; and click on the Pledge Information button the left hand side of the page. Then look for the picture of us (Quincy &amp;amp; Tristin) and click on our paypal button. We would REALLY appreciate it as would all the fuzzies you would be helping us help. Thanks so much everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Licks,&lt;br /&gt;  Quincy &amp;amp; Tristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4860783740487443365-742906802879878120?l=quincyandtristin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/feeds/742906802879878120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4860783740487443365&amp;postID=742906802879878120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/742906802879878120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4860783740487443365/posts/default/742906802879878120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quincyandtristin.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-sponsor-us.html' title='Please sponsor us!!!'/><author><name>Mud Monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939748842649159482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/S8SBGXuEEXI/AAAAAAAAAio/f25FgxcyVRk/S220/quincy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DJhvsXV4nJE/RquuwgANQPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uAKhjyL-WLc/s72-c/100_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
