<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:38:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Star of All Shih Tzu</title><description></description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-3537794722849268300</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T10:31:05.818-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Baby is now a Girly</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle turned 1 year old! Can you believe that? It seems like its was like a month ago when we first saw her. We had no plans of getting another critter but as soon as I hold her, we knew she'd be happier with us and we can give her much love a fuzzy critter longs to. Well not to make this rant too long, here is my baby girl in her first birthday outfit, and she did really good job modeling it for Momma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/3231626660_30beeb6444_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/3231626660_30beeb6444_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She of course received some gifts which are mostly in pink! from her loving human parents. We are so happy for her and are really proud how she has grown. She is well mannered. She is a stinker, goofy and always starts a play. Just imagine when we are settled in the great room watching tv, movie or something. Star and Sunny were just laying around and her comes, little Twinkle running in full throttle back and forth the great room and on to the stairs going up and down! That leads to the big sister and big brother Sunny wanting to catch her and pin her down, maybe telling her to stop her craziness! However, when someone's really wanting to pick a fight with her, she will just ignore it like she is supposed to. She is feisty but well behaved dog, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, what did the stinker gets for her birthday? She had a pink donut, pink buddy, pink coach dog collar, pink photo frame and pink pup-pie cake! Her birthday outfit is a hand-me-down outfit from Star's first birthday but it was huge to her. It seems like she already reach her final size so I might get her a perfect size birthday tee for next year. The day after her birthday, Dada bought her more toys! and some chew2x and canoli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3231624950_3c04f7c0fc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3521/3231624950_3c04f7c0fc_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And where are party buddies? Well of course, as usual its Star and Sunny. The boy looked handsome here while Star was kind of nervous the whole time. She was drooling and is not enjoying the party, oh well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3231634334_bf27f06e1b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3231634334_bf27f06e1b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-3537794722849268300?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-is-now-girly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-7017793467968544729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T10:32:25.637-05:00</atom:updated><title>Snow! Snow! Snow!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just had snow mania in our place and so its time for fuzzy play! Star loves snow so much! I think she would play in the snow all day long if given a chance. She loves it when she is all covered up with snow. She just runs around me and only stops when we took picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3199535648_fc121f639b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3199535648_fc121f639b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunny on the other hand used to love snow but this time he did not. Maybe he felt it too cold and the snows could reach his boybits! I wanted him to really just run around like Star but he just really wants to taste the snow as you can see in the picture. Before he could warm up he already wanted to call this snow playing thing quits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3198703277_cb95d400c1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3198703277_cb95d400c1_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Twinkle's first was awesome. I thought she'd freeze after seeing so much snow but no she even had fun poopin' out! She went around to the bushes and sniffed, she even showed her goofiness and no signs of calling it quits until I had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3198713753_d4549ea76a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3198713753_d4549ea76a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-7017793467968544729?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-snow-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-617097159158722014</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T10:28:45.217-05:00</atom:updated><title>In themed outfit</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fuzzies are in tune for today's Trick or Treating! We've shopped their outfit since the beginning of this month and we are quite happy with our choices. Though, Sunny's costume was kind of weird. Blame it to Dada! He picked a hot dog outfit for poor Sunny. He thought it will be more of Sunny since he loves hot dogs toys. They had their bath and grooming that morning so they smell pretty good and were looking handsome and pretty wearing their outfit. Twinkle and Star wasn't bothered at all. They wore the outfit with pride. Sunny was uneasy with the heaviness and hugeness of his custome. Overall, I think they had fun. They would bark when someone rang's the doorbell and then they would come to the door and sniff the kids when I hand them their candies. Here's my adorable doggies with their outfits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2990600860_9368134ff5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2990600860_9368134ff5_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2989780251_8a7722f01c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2989780251_8a7722f01c_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2989933033_2d5bbe2d2d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/2989933033_2d5bbe2d2d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2989952949_65f50dd2f8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2989952949_65f50dd2f8_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-617097159158722014?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-themed-outfit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-3135595959662766916</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T10:27:13.280-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fuzzies loves Fuji</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember we just did apple picking? Oh that was a lot of fun climbing up those tiny branches of Fuji tree. Anyway, I purposely picked tiny fuji's for the fuzzies. I knew they love apple and I thought maybe they would looked cute munching this tiny apples. As soon as we got home and put the apple bags on the floor, their face were on it sniffing and being curious if there is anything for them in it. Twinkle immediately got hold of a tiny one. She ran away with it and rolled over it and starting munching. Her face was so excited! Star and Sunny went with her and just looking at what she got. I called them back and gave them tiny apples as well. They did the same thing, they were rolling on top of the apple and giving that smiley face. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2972949915_1e09452574_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2972949915_1e09452574_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle: An apple a day keeps the vet away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2973797446_54bc7b9020_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2973797446_54bc7b9020_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunny: you can never go wrong with apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2972945641_7d2f7dd647_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2972945641_7d2f7dd647_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you know my secrets for staying sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-3135595959662766916?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuzzies-loves-fuji_15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-4188248508445397461</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T10:27:02.827-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fuzzies loves Fuji</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember we just did apple picking? Oh that was a lot of fun climbing up those tiny branches of Fuji tree. Anyway, I purposely picked tiny fuji's for the fuzzies. I knew they love apple and I thought maybe they would looked cute munching this tiny apples. As soon as we got home and put the apple bags on the floor, their face were on it sniffing and being curious if there is anything for them in it. Twinkle immediately got hold of a tiny one. She ran away with it and rolled over it and starting munching. Her face was so excited! Star and Sunny went with her and just looking at what she got. I called them back and gave them tiny apples as well. They did the same thing, they were rolling on top of the apple and giving that smiley face. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2972949915_1e09452574_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/2972949915_1e09452574_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle: An apple a day keeps the vet away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2973797446_54bc7b9020_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2973797446_54bc7b9020_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunny: you can never go wrong with apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2972945641_7d2f7dd647_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2972945641_7d2f7dd647_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you know my secrets for staying sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-4188248508445397461?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuzzies-loves-fuji.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-9040126517871305038</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T18:14:52.992-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star's 3rd birthday</category><title>I am getting old!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/2908285435_310e58a42f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/2908285435_310e58a42f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just had birthday party for ME yesterday! I am 3 years old now. As usual we started a day with bathing and grooming and making sure Sunny, Twinkle and I are clean and smells good to party. Momma had me wore my all time favorite birthday tee. I love it, I was playful and proud wearing it. All three of us wore a party hat which looked really cute! Momma decided to make my birthday cake which is really just made from a pancake recipe. We love it when she makes pancake for breakfast and most of the time ate most of her share. So this time, since we love pancake then that's what she made and just decorated it with some frosting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received toys and chew-chew's from them and I was quit happy. Sunny and Twinkle loved the cake as well and we all played until we run out of juice! (I am24 years old in human age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-9040126517871305038?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-is-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5073751495241409724</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T18:10:26.575-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny's 2nd birthday</category><title>Mr. Sunny turned a year older</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2885532451_1f1f82b36a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2885532451_1f1f82b36a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My brother is now 2! We had a little birthday celebration right before Dada and Momma had to leave for Las Vegas. It's their 5th wedding anniversary and they are celebrating it there for a week. We had to stay at the Pet Palace the entire time they are not here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said sorry that they had to leave on Sunny's birthday but we she did a great job. They had a huge birthday cake from the Three Dog Bakery. Sunny had a birthday outfit, a party hat, toys and a signature coach dog collar in black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all liked the taste of that cake from the dog bakery and it looked so good and yummy. It's just sad that we had to take off immediately and continue our celebration at the Pet Palace.  I am sure we will have fun meeting some new dogs who's also vacationing just like us and hopefully I can find a boyfriend out there! Woooff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2885760377_e626db1572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2885760377_e626db1572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-5073751495241409724?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-sunny-turned-year-older.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-3984983453716484000</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T18:03:50.528-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Three Dog Bakery</category><title>There's a Dog Bakery!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well Momma had been talking about a Dog Bakery which is a little further from our house. It's located at Short North, very close to downtown Columbus. She said she had to go there and check out what they have for us! That's a good news since we've been kind of sick with just about the same treats we get everyday, we need varieties! I was beginning to imagine if they have fresh baked cookies, anything chewy and yummy? Well, Sunny's birthday is coming and so Momma and Dada now has reasons to go to that Three Dog Bakery and they did! Woww!!! what an amazing place they said, they have so much stuff particularly pastries and anything sweets for the pups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited when they got home with a few bags of goodies. We followed where ever it goes and we sniffed it and bark at it. It was so tempting! We knew its for us and Momma had no choice except to open the bag and gave us something to try. In this picture shows the buckeye candy. It smells so chocolate-y and Dada wondered if there really was no chocolate in it. He knew chocolate is bad for fuzzies, eh? Well, he had to check the website first and made sure its a puppy treat! I don't understand at all! I mean hello, they bought it at a Dog Bakery!!! You think they'd sell something to kill us? Anyway, yes we ate it and its soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2841268916_4dc278c568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 270px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2841268916_4dc278c568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at this priceless photo of Twinkle! I don't know though if her eyes got big due to the flash or she was just enjoying her buckeye treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2841312268_4f4d262818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2841312268_4f4d262818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh, I was so stuffed,  happy and content after chowing down biscuits and the buckeye treat. Mr. Sunny was already taking a nap by this time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2840480559_6875dbfaa3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2840480559_6875dbfaa3_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-3984983453716484000?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-dog-bakery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-4305825049803792056</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T17:50:20.875-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle Surgery</category><title>Poor Little Sister</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2798245682_aa7712a689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2798245682_aa7712a689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My little sister Twinkle got spayed this morning. I felt so bad for her. She didn't know what is about to experience when Dada took her alone to the Vet's Clinic. She's still tiny and sweet and I don't think she has fully grown yet but Momma said it needs to get done. We don't need for her to get her first period and then be spayed after just like what happened to ME. So, Dada took her in to Big Walnut Animal Care Center where the Vet's are awaiting to care for her. I tell you, they are super nice in that place and are good in what they are doing. They finished the operation on time. She had to recuperate before we could pick her up but she did really well. Momma had to go get her this time with Me and Mr. Sunny. Our nails needs to get trimmed. Dada came to pay the bills and off we were home. Twinkle had to stay inside a cage where the Sunny and I are off limits. Dada said Twinkle had to slow down on everything, no jumping, rough playing or else the stitches will ripped off! Oh well, I am sure we can wait for her until she is all healed, I just don't know if Twinkle could??? :)&lt;/span&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/19432091-4305825049803792056?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-little-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-2951778976409433520</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:25:18.311-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Portrait</category><title>Some good shots of Twinkle</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2693666839_89678b087b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2693666839_89678b087b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2693670127_0a49a2e574_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2693670127_0a49a2e574_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glamor shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/2693701001_c85ef15de8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/2693701001_c85ef15de8_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deep thought&lt;/span&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/19432091-2951778976409433520?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-good-shots-of-twinkle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5328591847730746095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:16:18.948-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Thinking</category><title>Thinking...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2693659019_61374e7b82_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2693659019_61374e7b82_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I caught Sunny into a deep thinking. You think, something is bothering him or he maybe imagining things? Maybe just tired and sleepy? I am wondering as well. Sunny becoming more and more handsome. BUT he still has not hit on ME!!! Wofff Woofff!&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/19432091-5328591847730746095?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-6318260968335072784</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:27:01.081-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Nature</category><title>In touch with the nature</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a nice day today. Momma got home early from work and the first thing she said is....wanna hang out, Girly??? It's perfect weather outside! She assembled the playpen and brought us in. Gave us something to chew on and a water bowl and we are good to go. We spent almost an hour with the wind blowing thru our feathers I mean, furr and a few bypassers admiring us while we are having a blast. This occassion happened once in a blue moon and so we made the most out of it. Here's the three of us: Twinkle, Sunny and of course Me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2694328008_a2c49e1839_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2694328008_a2c49e1839_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2693515357_567c34a6e3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2693515357_567c34a6e3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2693647909_d0855fc1b3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2693647909_d0855fc1b3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ME-Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here's the three of us, just being busy with our chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2694463880_4a0f900120_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2694463880_4a0f900120_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2693511621_06730d7660_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2693511621_06730d7660_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really had so much fun! Until next!&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/19432091-6318260968335072784?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-day-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-6016904815181445052</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:27:34.495-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Collar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Leather</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coach</category><title>We got Coach!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Momma and Dada just got back from their Prime Outlet trip and got us a dog collar! Wooohooo! Our first designer piece. Twinkle got black and I got red and they are both made of leather. Sunny did not get any though because they don't have any leather that would fit him. Oh well, I am sure you'll get one next time, Sunny! Just be a good boy, as always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2639442238_508b394d0f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2639442238_508b394d0f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Black leather collar for Twinkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2639434556_37e66a7bca_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2639434556_37e66a7bca_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Red leather collar for ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/19432091-6016904815181445052?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-got-coach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5040994600152500999</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:27:59.648-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Teething</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ice cubes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Water bowl</category><title>She is annoying!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2605504202_0f478062fb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2605504202_0f478062fb_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Twinkle looked like a drowned rat after digging water out from the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was at this age with Twinkle. My gum are swollen and it felt good to chew, something, someone, anything, anytime. She is a total disaster right now. Biting, nibbling fingers and human toes and ankle. In Sunny's teething stage, he liked to chew furniture. I think he ruined quite a few side table, coffee table and part of the stairway. I noticed that when we play she gets so rough and bite us too hard. Ouchh! I know she is unconscious about it so we just let her be. After all, we've been into this teething stage. I find it annoying though, (which Sunny and I used to do) is that she play our water bowl. She dig's the water out and make a lot of mess. That leaves me and Sunny nothing to drink when we get thirsty. Momma gets to clean her mess a few times a day, I am sure its not fun doing it. Good thing, Momma remember about the magic of ice cubes, She'd gave it to Twinkie as much as she can, as many times a day. That will help Twinkle ease a little bit of the pain and uneasiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-5040994600152500999?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-is-annoying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-7082036942534564737</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:35:37.127-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle</category><title>She's still here</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2639416666_6fb43eb3a2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2639416666_6fb43eb3a2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle's first night with us was very rough. Even if she feels that she found her home, it still is a new environment. She is sleeping in a new room, new scent, new companions, everything is new. She was restless until early morning. Her and Dada had to go out of our room so that Sunny and I and Momma could get rest. Sunny and I had been barking at her and just being mean, wishing and hoping that she'd feel uncomfortable and unhappy in her new environment. Only to our dismay. Dada told us, Twinkle means no harm and she will be staying with us wither we like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twinkle was such a happy go lucky little pooch. No matter how bad we treat her, she is always showing her playful side. Her and Sunny became friends first. Although, Sunny finds her a little annoying from time to time. On the other, I showed her my tougher side. I'd play with her, yes but I made sure she knows I have limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is a little stinker though and that makes her special to us. Give us few more weeks and we will totally cool down and fully accept her as our fuzzy sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Btw, here's a video taken the night she got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=59154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=59154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=59154" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=cc0f51aa2c&amp;amp;photo_id=2701942110"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=59154"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=59154" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=cc0f51aa2c&amp;amp;photo_id=2701942110" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19432091-7082036942534564737?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-still-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-6730787760315986065</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:34:11.453-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Twinkle</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Home coming</category><title>Help! There's a rodent!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2604595531_39ce8a0b58_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2604595531_39ce8a0b58_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twinkle - The night she came home.&lt;br /&gt;Barely 5 mos. old female shih tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ugh, can you believe that??? Momma and Dada brought another rodent in our house! and she is a girl and a Shih Tzu breed like me!!! (sob! mad! bark! lots of bark!!) I can't believe this. Parents said they will be out to watch a movie and that Me and Sunny should take a nap, and that's what we did, but boy! My mean parents did not watch a movie, they went to Petland and got Twinkle! Yah, that is her name according to them. Me and Sunny don't like her at all. She feels so confident running around the house and trying to play with us. BUt...no no, she'd be getting a cold shoulder, growl and we are gonna make sure to scare her and make her leave us aloooonnneee! Get this rodent out of this house!&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/19432091-6730787760315986065?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-fuzzy-family-is-growing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-4902724264271777039</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T19:31:57.859-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pet Grooming</category><title>What's with April the Fur-10th!</title><description>What's up everyone? Nothing much going on here in the Fuzzy land. Except, that Momma tried these grooming tools that she bought from ebay and petsmart. She wants to learn to groom us by herself and we had no problem about it. It will save her money and she can do it anytime we need it. Going to a professional groomer can cost her $130.00 more or so! Imagine that! So she figured that by buying the right tool and with more practice she will eventually learn how to groom us by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom invested on Andis ultra edge animal clipper, Oster snap on guard combs, nice pair of scissors and she's off to go. She first worked on me using 1/4" guard comb. It did not took so long for her to finish on me. Just a little trim on my hair for the most part as my hair was not as tangled as Sunny! So that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2414484928_d5b3e6088d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2414484928_d5b3e6088d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 days after the grooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for Sunny's part. Mom had no choice but to really make it short using 1/8" guard comb and for the tummy and chest part which is completely shaved. He's hair was all matted from rough playing. The trickiest part is how to work on our tummy and chest part. Other than that, its pretty much all about patience, patience and more patience. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wink!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2413466819_dfcf41c5e3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2413466819_dfcf41c5e3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sunny on top of momma's clean laundry, taken 2 days after groomin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Overall, she did a good job considering that she never had a grooming lesson except from watching video's online and from a pro that she emailed with to ask questions on what particular grooming items to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one advice for Momm... perhaps, your next investment would be for a Pet Grooming table??? Attention, Dada! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-4902724264271777039?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-april-fourteenth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5840076057891391609</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T18:32:17.553-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pet Grass</category><title>Got grass?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Has any of you fuzzies like to eat grass at all? I mean grasses that grew in your lawn? 'Coz, my brother Sunny really like them...or shall I say love them?! Eating grass is the first thing he does in the morning when Momma took us out for potty. We thought it was odd for him to do that. Sunny might be a part dog, part goat or something??? Now that is funny :)  Anyway, Momma and Dada came home tonight with a Pet Grass from petsmart. It was supposed to be a 100% wheatgrass that will aid digestion and supplement pet's diet and with fresh vitamins and minerals.  Curious if I did try this Pet Grass?? We'll see!&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; font-family: georgia;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2414273842_724fa8c51d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sunny looked like devil dog with his red eye....I could not get rid of it using picnic software :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/2413423095_3b935d38b9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/2413423095_3b935d38b9_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;here is sunny enjoying his pet grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/2414265468_2c8b18a7ae_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/2414265468_2c8b18a7ae_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i did not really care much about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2413442925_4ff269b71e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2066/2413442925_4ff269b71e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, that was just a taste! heck, i don't wanna be called part goat huh! but honestly, it wasn't too bad. I still prefer my toilet paper...if given a chance! **woof woff wofff***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;..and now for the much awaited video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 341px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09473764467444361 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 341px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09473764467444361 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 15px ! important; font-family: verdana;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08582303309465517 visible ontop" href="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=8938d29102&amp;amp;photo_id=2413504553"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=1.172" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=8938d29102&amp;amp;photo_id=2413504553" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-5840076057891391609?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-grass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-2915592569881239974</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T20:33:41.697-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny. Snow Storm</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Snow</category><title>Snowballs baby!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2324928628_5b4db73a65_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2324928628_5b4db73a65_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwooo!!!  My skin hurts from the snowballs! We had a snow storm 2 days ago. Our city is on level 2 which means everyone is not allowed to drive around because its still dangerous. Not all of the roads were cleared of snow. (Blessing in disguise! ) You know what that means???? That means no work for Momma and Dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woff wofff!! Everybody is home! How cool is that??? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2251/2324120483_741d88248d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2251/2324120483_741d88248d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yah, what we did early morning was p-l-a-y yes! Lots of play! Sunny and I spent almost and hour running around, hopping like bunny rabbits on top of soft and powdery snow! It didn't took so long before it accumulated and  we could hardly move due to added weights and boy we were frozen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2324106575_db688e32d6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2324106575_db688e32d6_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, Sunny's boybits were hurting and frozen like popsicles! You can't see it but that's what he felt at that moment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2324924272_5665c69e63_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2324924272_5665c69e63_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You wanna know how my  tiny ass is doing??? More icicles got stocked down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2324112471_1f050ee469_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2324112471_1f050ee469_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...please Momma, stop taking pictures now and give us warm bath now...please????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-2915592569881239974?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowballs-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-4435746301545778412</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T16:07:45.608-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>staying alive</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bee gees</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>star. shih tzu</category><title>Star sings Bee Gees!</title><description>Ya all know that I love to sing eyt? So here I hear me singin' "staying alive", forget the bubba in the background, u can tell he did get now shower, shhhh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2506731138723348584&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-4435746301545778412?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/02/star-sings-bee-gees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-134144973580122745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T20:44:42.695-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Christmas</category><title>Puppie Present</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2146920822_45e96566c5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2146920822_45e96566c5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious what we got from Santa??? Yay! We got plenty...as in abundant! Lots of blessing from up above...woof woff! Lots of love from the friends and love ones. Woohoooo we love presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how much we got from Santa! That's way too many for pups like us! I felt bad for the the fuzzies that were not adopted yet?? Imagine the ones at the shelter and the fuzzy mills??? We wish we could share it this Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we could give back this Christmas, is our love...lots of kisses and slobber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-134144973580122745?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2007/12/puppie-present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5580798310168040695</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T17:24:31.407-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>dog treat</category><title>A day of Laziness</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2137124714_eb3f3747cd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2137124714_eb3f3747cd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunny and I spent the day lazing out, just being a dog, giving the momma lots of headache like we usually would. We just wanna be in the middle of anything she does! Anyway, she said... she's going to be busy wrapping gifts for Christmas! Wow...i just wagged and wagged my tail, hoping she cud understand what i meant. You know, I was just trying to figure out if one of these stacks were Sunny's or mine? However, everytime I go near it, she'd yell and say, get out of here :-( Now that was mean old Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2136345501_4be337455e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2136345501_4be337455e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunny, as u can see, loves to be a lap dawg! and by the way, that huge logs u saw were from Dada's. He was watching teevee and while it was chilly inside the house, he decided the best place to be cozy is Dada's lap. Isn't he a sleepy head in that foto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/2136345805_c295250c6e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/2136345805_c295250c6e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other hand, after being yelled at so many times for stepping and standing in the middle of the gift wrappers and chowing on ribbons and stealing the scotch tapes and stuff, I decided it would be best if I just leave Momma alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me? I am so comfy on our bed (read: used comforter). That's where Sunny and I slept most of the day when we were all by ourselves and parents are at work! I tell you that is really comfy and warm. We also play here most of the time . Sunny loves to get under the comforter and we bite each other. Him under the cover and me outside the cover. Its really funny and goofy but we love doing it. Will show you some video when one of the parents gets a chance to video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hours had passed, I finally got up. Momma was still wrapping gifts. Told her I wanted a snack but she won't listen to me. So, I decided to get naughty and pester her once again. ---- I steal one of the colored sticky paper that she used to write down names of gifts that were already wrapped. Thought that would made her mad at me! But nooooo....my momma is sillier than I am....see what she did????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2219/2136346671_9e73e95227_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2219/2136346671_9e73e95227_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did u know how hard it would be to see a treat yet its so hard to reach? She told me to drop the paper many times but I did not listen. Told me that I was a goober! In return she took a bag of peanut butter treat and  put it on top of my silly head.  See how mean my Momma is? She is playing with my emotions, she knew I would have a hard time giving up both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2137126904_3eba62c8ac_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2137126904_3eba62c8ac_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and stayed in that photo for a long time. So she said, since I am just so hard to talk to...she would make it even more harder for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa....now the peanut butter treat was moved few inches from my mouth! that was a killer!!!... tell me who's dog momma does this thing to their puppy kids and i will tell u...they don't deserve some lovin' from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and she says, you better drop the paper so you can have the treat, you can't have both Girly! (ya, girly is my new name in the household lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2136347143_40e1e7ec80_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2136347143_40e1e7ec80_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so the Momma won the battle...I just gave up.I have decided that this treat is too good to pass up. She got the paper and I got the treat.....wooof woof! that was really yummy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got at least 2 more treats for being a good girl....finally! yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19432091-5580798310168040695?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-laziness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-5869432502626539137</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T19:12:56.854-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wristling</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tiny horses</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>peek-a-boo</category><title>Two heads are better than one</title><description>Let me share to you the things we love to do once we got up in the morning. We go out of the bedroom and run down to the great room where we could run around and wrestle and play peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5455334f446b334d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5455334f446b334d413d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="Dog Wrestle Mania" height="303" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" alt="Slide shows and scrapbooks - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I really love having Sunny around. I am no longer find myself bored when Dada and Momma goes to work. Sunny and I plays anytime. When we run out of juice we take a nap or sleep for few hours. We don't sleep next to one another though 'coz I am the type of dog who don't stick to one place. I like to wander around and sleep from place to place and when we woke up from naps we can be goofy again, be silly and do what doggies loves to do best. If it would have been me alone? I probably have gone crazier and I already am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19432091-5869432502626539137?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-two-heads-are-bette-than-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-3921729851853784843</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-04T16:11:42.192-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sunny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>halloween</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>trick or treat</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><title>Trick or treat!</title><description>We were gonna go trick or treating today but it was kind of chilly outside so Momma decided to stay and just hand out candies to kids. The Pet stores also run out of pretty halloween outfit, so we ended up with bandana. No biggy! There's always next year, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.....here I am looking out for the kids. Waiting and waiting. There were only a few of them. I wonder where the others were?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/1986831043_60372d70f6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/1986831043_60372d70f6_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and I got bored waiting for them.  So, it was Sunny's turn to  look out for the kids.  Sunny  greets the kids with his loud barking!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/1986842093_8d742f2642_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/1986842093_8d742f2642_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did excellent job tonight. In return, Sunny gets  ear massage from Dada.  He can stay in that position forever!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/1987662892_17fca4c420_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/1987662892_17fca4c420_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, I got tummy rub from Dada for  being a good girl too!  Tummy rub is heaven!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/1986855411_90e711e3db_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/1986855411_90e711e3db_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for a pupparazzi pose! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/1987676452_70ef2f38e0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fhttp//www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif%20Add%20Imagearm3.static.flickr.com/2176/1987676452_70ef2f38e0_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/1987674240_a905e64f42_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/1987674240_a905e64f42_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, next halloween!&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/19432091-3921729851853784843?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19432091.post-2679844067460746928</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-12T15:43:50.930-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Star's 2nd birthday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>birthday</category><title>...and then it was my birthday!</title><description>Not long ago, Sunny my brother turned one! Now, its my turn to celebrate my 2nd birthday! I was very excited! Momma took a day off and bathed us early morning. She reminded me that I had to be extra pretty for the birthday picture taking or else I won't get my birthday gifts just like what Sunny had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I managed to be a good girl the whole time and then the celebration came! Yay!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/1591658117_75077f3883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/1591658117_75077f3883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/1591651357_95dacb4a0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/1591651357_95dacb4a0c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Pink pup-pie cake! Sooo...yummylicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/1592534334_2f8e0f45bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/1592534334_2f8e0f45bf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gifts includes &lt;span id="lblLongDescription"&gt;a pink celebration melamine dog bowl, dog birthday girl cake squeak toy, an 10 oz. box of Robbie Dawg Organic dog treats, and a pink dog birthday party hat with feathers and streamers. The basket was cellophane wrapped with paw print bow! Very lovely little dog gift presentation for a birthday girl like me, I loooveee it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/1591661759_5692c7b9d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/1591661759_5692c7b9d5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunny and I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/1591665273_d0c062eade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/1591665273_d0c062eade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and then with Dada. My Momma was shy and was content with taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my human parents for all the love and care. For treating us more like little kids. Sunny and I could not asked for more. All we could give you is our undying love and affection. We promised to be more loving and loyal the best we could!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the birthday greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sunny and I...woff woff!&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/19432091-2679844067460746928?l=starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://starofallshihtzu.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-then-it-was-my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Star)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>