<?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-2711830309855751742</id><updated>2011-12-16T16:30:14.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Flo</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of an ex-racing greyhound</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2941109551364059759</id><published>2009-01-04T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:30:05.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Unveiling</title><content type='html'>Well I promised a photo of the new look foot and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SWBzI18YyqI/AAAAAAAAADg/WyCh_HnojCA/s1600-h/foot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287352558289472162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SWBzI18YyqI/AAAAAAAAADg/WyCh_HnojCA/s200/foot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;On the right side you will see the place where my toe used to reside. I pulled a stitch while still bandaged and it wasn't worth re-stitching so that is slowly healing and I have a pressure sore between 2 of my toes which is also slowly healing.  I am starting to feel better and mum has started to take me on walks again which is good. I have had mum home for 2 weeks which has been great but she's back to work tomorrow and I guess will be worried about about what she'll find when she gets home but I will try and be good (not my fault I'm a walking accident, honestly it isn't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2941109551364059759?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2941109551364059759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2941109551364059759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2941109551364059759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2941109551364059759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/grand-unveiling.html' title='The Grand Unveiling'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SWBzI18YyqI/AAAAAAAAADg/WyCh_HnojCA/s72-c/foot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-1956016249413275817</id><published>2008-12-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:13:37.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Well the deed has been done and the toe has gone to it's resting place in the sky.  Last Friday was operation day and apparently all went really well except now I will be picked on by all the other hounds who still have all their digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a holiday at Grandma and Grandpa's while I'm recovering because Mum apparently doesn't trust me to not chew off the bandages while she's at work (I swear she has a mind like an elephant and never forgets my previous transgressions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a photo of my new look foot once I get home to the camera and all the bandages come off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-1956016249413275817?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1956016249413275817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=1956016249413275817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1956016249413275817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1956016249413275817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Gone But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-7342026379041563224</id><published>2008-12-09T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:31:22.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with theToe</title><content type='html'>I know it's been ages but I'm slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the ongoing toe saga has been ongoing again and it did heal for a bit (2 weeks to be exact) and then a small split appeared and it's been leaking, healing, leaking etc ever since. Mum took me back to the vet we originally saw (he's been away for a couple of months) and they have decided to take the toe off. Now it's quite easy for them to make this decision however me who has to live with this decision was not even consulted, I mean how rude can you possibly get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has tried to justify it by saying I will feel better and won't limp as much but I think really she is only being selfish and thinking of her own feelings and bank balance. So this Friday I lose a toe and have to go back to grandma and grandpa next week to make sure I don't chew the bandages off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one good thing is that hopefully this will solve one of mum's problems for the year. As she says bring on 2009 and good riddance to 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-7342026379041563224?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7342026379041563224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=7342026379041563224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/7342026379041563224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/7342026379041563224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-its-been-ages-but-im-slack.html' title='Off with theToe'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2127913332005310724</id><published>2008-09-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:55:14.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Mend - Fingers Crossed</title><content type='html'>Well it's certainly been a bit of a struggle but I'm finally on the mend (hopefully anyway). Have to go back to the vet on Friday but mum thinks it's looking good and mending really well. Mum's happy cause it looks like I get to keep all my toes. I'm pretty sure she just didn't want to be embarrassed by me in public and that's why she has persevered for so long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really really really BORED though. I've been cooped up in the house for 2 weeks, haven't been allowed to run and even have the indignity of not being able to go to the toilet in my own yard without mum putting the lead on me and walking me around. I can't wait until I get to go for a walk although I'll probably collapse by the first corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think mum will be happier when I'm given the all clear and she doesn't have to watch me as closely (not my fault I rip off all the bandages, even the elastoplast doesn't stand a chance with me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I would show you what I looked like with the bandage on a couple of weeks ago. Don't I look so sad and dejected and in need of much attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251963268320350642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SOK4xDWiUbI/AAAAAAAAACc/DNRUqWUe56E/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2127913332005310724?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2127913332005310724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2127913332005310724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2127913332005310724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2127913332005310724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-mend-fingers-crossed.html' title='On the Mend - Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SOK4xDWiUbI/AAAAAAAAACc/DNRUqWUe56E/s72-c/DSC01620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-6201963284790488457</id><published>2008-08-05T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:26:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak Too Soon</title><content type='html'>Well they do say not to speak too soon about bad luck and I obviously did in my last post.  Last time if you remember mum had a run of bad luck and I thought it was over but was obviously I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember my fall on the stairs from my last post, well I was just recovering from my injuries when mum came home the other week and I was all bloody and limping.  I had decided to run around during the day as you do, and cut open the webbing between 2 toes and also some other deep wounds.  It was too late for the normal vet so mum took me off to the after hours vet to make sure it was ok and the lovely vet cleaned me up a bit and wrapped my foot until I could go to my normal vet the next day.  My normal vet took one look and said needs stitches so my mum's friday off work (planned to be relaxing) was spent with me being knocked out for foot stitching to take place.  I'm now into the third week of recovery and only 2 stitches have been removed and this is the first week that it has stopped weeping (not nice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the accident I've been staying with mum on the weekends and grandma and grandpa during the week to stop me licking the stitches and running around.  Mum works long hours and didn't want me cooped up inside all day.  I have loved grandma and grandpa's because they have ducted air conditioning and my nights have been toasty warm while mum stays cold at home and I also get thoroughly spoiled as is my due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing of the last couple of weeks though is grandpa had another bad spell and was rushed off to hospital again.  The great news is that he is home again after worrying everyone silly and looks to be getting slowly better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully be home again for good this weekend and I promise to spend some time trying to make the last couple of weeks up to mum.  I mean it can only make her feel better to spoil me silly right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-6201963284790488457?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6201963284790488457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=6201963284790488457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6201963284790488457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6201963284790488457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-speak-too-soon.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak Too Soon'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-5854828307214520349</id><published>2008-06-29T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:57:56.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>They say bad luck comes in 3's and I think mum has had hers for a while. I started the ball rolling by having my eye turn red and start to swell up. Long story short I ended up needing an operation to cut some stuff out and mum was thoughtful enough to throw in a teeth clean at the same time. Mum worries about me getting knocked out as last time I had a couple of issues after the operation but luckily all was good this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next bad luck was grandad collapsed and had to be taken to hospital so I went to Aunty M's for a sleepover as mum wasn't sure how long she'd be. Grandad is ok, still not feeling 100% but hopefully will get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third and hopefully final bad luck was me again. Being in a rush went too quickly up the stairs and fell off (do not laugh). Except for a bruised ego, no major damage done just a couple of cuts and one really sore cut and bruise on my leg. Mum's been trying to keep it clean so it will heal but doesn't like me licking it constantly until it starts bleeding again. Thanks to Aunty A, mum has been putting some yucky tasting cream on the scratch and it finally looks to be healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's had a tough couple of emotional weeks but I'm doing my best to make her smile and keep her spirits up (apparently farting as you walk down each step is amusing). The photo below shows how one of the many ways I keep mum amused and of course the tongue is only for mum's benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217454824232042914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SGgfhPX_waI/AAAAAAAAACM/WXhEIfoLmg4/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-5854828307214520349?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5854828307214520349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=5854828307214520349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5854828307214520349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5854828307214520349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-say-bad-luck-comes-in-3s-and-i.html' title='Bad Luck'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SGgfhPX_waI/AAAAAAAAACM/WXhEIfoLmg4/s72-c/DSC01510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-4621575041329602258</id><published>2008-06-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:18:22.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I know I know, really really slack of me this year but mum has been really busy and even though I'm extremely talented I can't seem to turn this damn computer on by myself. To update you on the year so far, mum has been renovating the bathroom so the last couple of months have been spent by her spending all her spare time shopping for bathroom stuff or doing stuff most people would pay others to do. I don't mind her doing stuff but jees you'd think I could get some more attention during the whole process. The bathroom is now finished (except for a door and some minor things) so mum now has more time to spend on me, and about time too I say. I've thrown in a photo just so you remember what I look like (pretty cute if I do say so myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209777262272967202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SEzY0USv8iI/AAAAAAAAACE/5WwW8kFNbUg/s320/DSC01616.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;This is me on the new bed mum got me however I personally think it's a guilt gift so at the moment I'm pretending not to like it. Thought that would work well but mum seems to enjoy it for her afternoon naps so may have to work on another strategy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-4621575041329602258?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4621575041329602258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=4621575041329602258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/4621575041329602258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/4621575041329602258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/SEzY0USv8iI/AAAAAAAAACE/5WwW8kFNbUg/s72-c/DSC01616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-8825750806413060710</id><published>2008-01-31T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:09:24.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tawt I saw a Puddy Tat</title><content type='html'>On Saturday mum took me over to Aunty A's so they could catch up on gossip and I could have a play date. It was really good, along with Patch and Rocky, Shani and Karma were there as well so got to have fun with a bunch of other doggies. I really need to get mum to have a chat to Aunty A though, I had to lie on the bare floor because others got the comfy beds and that really is something I'm not overly happy about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about Aunty A's is the puddy tat Benny. I lurve puddy tat's, especially thinking about them with toast and vegemite. However, Aunty A won't let me in the house to play with Benny (don't know why) so I have to stay out the back with the poochies and humans. Benny I am sure knows exactly what I'm like as he tends to stand at the screen door and meow. The other night Benny was on a climbing thing he has near the back door. I knew he was around and I thought I scored big time when I saw him through the window so jumped up on Patch's doggy couch and this is what I saw (top left in the photo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161780914998182738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R6JUZNbbg1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OhkjsYSnnTw/s320/Flo+and+Benny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that window for not being open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-8825750806413060710?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8825750806413060710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=8825750806413060710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8825750806413060710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8825750806413060710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-tawt-i-saw-puddy-tat.html' title='I Tawt I saw a Puddy Tat'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R6JUZNbbg1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OhkjsYSnnTw/s72-c/Flo+and+Benny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-421179822410543205</id><published>2008-01-25T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:37:39.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Paw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R5nXadbbgzI/AAAAAAAAABs/6hRVXOGDbc4/s1600-h/DSC01543_00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159391697705861938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R5nXadbbgzI/AAAAAAAAABs/6hRVXOGDbc4/s320/DSC01543_00.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it's been ages again since I last jumped on here but I've been busy, you know with the laying around and sleeping and all. And to be honest nothing really exciting has been happening around home lately. Mum finally got the picture she's been after for a while, she has this thing about my ears and how cute they look standing up, usually I drop them the minute the camera is focused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum and I had a quite Christmas, always enjoy it when mum is around for a bit more than usual. Since then we've just been cruising along. Mum has decided to renovate the bathroom so we have all these plans and brochures around the house and mum spends an awful lot of time mumbling over them. Doesn't really bother me, I don't go in that room much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I decided to run around my yard like I was a puppy again. It's fun and all but I just forget I'm not as young as I used to be. Anyway the end result was a sore paw. I've been limping around all week and just between you and me the limp is worse when mum is watching (going for the sympathy hugs). The worst thing is that mum has said I'm not going for my usual walkies until I'm better and am really getting a bad case of cabin fever, today I got to go around the block, but that's not very big or exciting. I'm gradually getting better but it seems to take these old bones a little longer to recover these days.&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/2711830309855751742-421179822410543205?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/421179822410543205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=421179822410543205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/421179822410543205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/421179822410543205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-poor-paw.html' title='My Poor Paw'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R5nXadbbgzI/AAAAAAAAABs/6hRVXOGDbc4/s72-c/DSC01543_00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-6176502832627939211</id><published>2007-12-31T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:39:51.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Forgiven</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I told you mum wasn't letting me play with my friends Patch and Rocky due to some bad habits I was picking up. Well mum has forgiven the indiscretions and let Patch and Rocky come over a couple of times while their mum was busy working and moving house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150299269714148338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R3mJ5fpD-_I/AAAAAAAAABc/YJZt8uBJy4U/s320/DSC01529_1.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is them making themselves at home. Mum said they were only allowed here for a trial but they really behaved themselves quite well (for them anyway) and didn't get up to anything major, just stole a shoe or two and nicked my toys.  I think she'll let them come back again which is fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I hope everyone had a greyt christmas and new year and that 2008 is a good year for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-6176502832627939211?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6176502832627939211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=6176502832627939211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6176502832627939211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6176502832627939211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-is-forgiven.html' title='All is Forgiven'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R3mJ5fpD-_I/AAAAAAAAABc/YJZt8uBJy4U/s72-c/DSC01529_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2228459198906929995</id><published>2007-12-11T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:53:37.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it's my turn to wrestle the computer from Flo to make a very happy announcement. Yesterday was our 2nd anniversary and I'm wondering where the time has gone. I clearly remember they day I picked her up and being of a scaredey cat disposition wondered what on earth I had gotten into. I had grown up with dogs but Flo was MY first dog. So now 2 years later, through a couple of health issues, a couple of tears and a lot of joy and laughter I now know it was the best decision I have ever made. That day 2 years ago, my house turned into a home and who could resist this face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142867014563887986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R18iTTone3I/AAAAAAAAABM/osVs-WrTTw0/s320/DSC01163.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2228459198906929995?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2228459198906929995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2228459198906929995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2228459198906929995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2228459198906929995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-flys.html' title='Time Flys'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R18iTTone3I/AAAAAAAAABM/osVs-WrTTw0/s72-c/DSC01163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-1540789303767886939</id><published>2007-12-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:10:52.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day at the Track</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.greyhoundpets.org.au/"&gt;GAP &lt;/a&gt;christmas party was on the other weekend at the Capalaba Race Track. I LOVE the race track. Whenever I get there I get really excited because there is a lure to chase and I get to stretch out my lovely long legs and go for a run (that's what I assume anyway). I soon found out however that's not what happens at the christmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, the lure doesn't get used, I mean really, what's the point of being at a race track when they don't work the lure. And another thing, if the greys ran on the track, they had their owners hanging of their lead, well really, have &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139515217791122274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R1M53Done2I/AAAAAAAAABE/KJFaHON8Y2A/s320/capalaba1.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;you ever heard of a human keeping up with one of us, not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum 'supposedly' has a bad knee and I have a touch of arthritis and they were the excuses she used so I didn't even get to have a little run, she can be so mean sometimes. I mean, look at me, this is obviously someone who wants to run.  I spent the whole day dragging my mum towards the fence and putting my ears up and jumping at my lead so you think she could have been a little nicer, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was nice to catch up with my old foster carer and some of my other friends, I'll live in the hope that next year I can convince mum to run with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-1540789303767886939?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1540789303767886939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=1540789303767886939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1540789303767886939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1540789303767886939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-day-at-track.html' title='My Day at the Track'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R1M53Done2I/AAAAAAAAABE/KJFaHON8Y2A/s72-c/capalaba1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-5321949268952505442</id><published>2007-11-29T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:42:47.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R0-FaON1i3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7cDlepIWhJE/s1600-R/Flo_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138472385392249714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="115" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R0-FaON1i3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/59O-f0X2bus/s320/Flo_1.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I love most in the world is to hang my head out the window when mum is driving me anywhere. I just love doing this, I get to check out all the people and stuff going by and get the wind in my face. Mum knows I love doing this and leaves the windows down for me, isn't she wonderful. Recently we went to a &lt;a href="http://www.greytwalks.com/"&gt;greytwalks&lt;/a&gt; at Wynnum and on the way home, Aunty M took this photo of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally mum gets to see me like other people do and don't I just look so cute?  Now I know why people want to talk to me at the traffic lights.  I had my friends Patch and Rocky in the car at the time so the back seats were down and if you look closely enough you see that mum's vision is somewhat obscured, but you know, my enjoyment does have to come first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-5321949268952505442?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5321949268952505442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=5321949268952505442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5321949268952505442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5321949268952505442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-cute.html' title='I&apos;m So Cute'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R0-FaON1i3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/59O-f0X2bus/s72-c/Flo_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2118316775740050833</id><published>2007-11-20T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:57:17.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum Not Happy</title><content type='html'>My mum has banned me from playing with my friends Patch and Rocky. Apparently I've been learning bad habits from them (just because I decided to see why they kept stealing mum's toys). This was the end result and frankly if mum decides to mow rather than pay attention to me, I don't see what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134843168091900770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R0Kgp-N1i2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJXHMd0Y0yI/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now so totally understand why Patch and Rocky have so much fun. I'm sure mum will let me play with my friends again eventually, but in the meantime it was so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2118316775740050833?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118316775740050833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2118316775740050833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2118316775740050833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2118316775740050833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mum-not-happy.html' title='Mum Not Happy'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/R0Kgp-N1i2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJXHMd0Y0yI/s72-c/DSC01507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-478912247090860789</id><published>2007-11-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:07:28.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to draw the line somewhere.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not expect everyone to be as perfect and well behaved as I am. That would just be silly, how can you beat perfection?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, I do think that when out visiting one should show some decorum. Lately I have been less than impressed with Rocky and Bullwinkle, I mean, Patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I open my home to them and they show little respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocky is obviously just a silly boy, after all, he is the dog that walks straight off the landing and falls a storey.... still, this doesn't really excuse him from coming here and behaving the way he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the last few visits he has racked up a list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;demeanor's&lt;/span&gt;, these include but are not limited to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pissing on mum's clean sheets that were hanging on the washing line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pissing on MY water bowl in MY kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pulling the eye out of one of mum's display toys - display means not to be eaten by dogs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stealing the penguin - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patch is not much better, her list consists of;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;racing up the stairs and jumping on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scruffing&lt;/span&gt; up the blankets on mums bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stealing the display toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stealing shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unpotting&lt;/span&gt; plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eating the cheese and chocolate when nobody is looking - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I admit partial guilt on that one, she got the cheese and I helped with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;liquor&lt;/span&gt; chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have nothing against them, and they make me look really good, but this has to stop. They are just not polite anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131194215146045506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RzWp89NRwEI/AAAAAAAAADc/-wfteujZP18/s320/Oct07+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The troublesome twosome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy laughing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rocky's&lt;/span&gt; expense. Today he thought that his mum had come back to get him - the ice-cream van went past and he was in raptures after the initial confusion of hearing what constantly goes around in his head out loud - dumb boy. I tend to just sit back and watch the pair of them behave like small children. Patch had the audacity to growl at Rocky when he tried to get close to Adele, really, save the domestics for home please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; down the paw and said that they are not to come over unless they can behave like greyhounds should. Like I do. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Greytgirls&lt;/span&gt; today and did what should be done. I walked in, lay down and went to sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; my nap was cut short as we were only passing, but I did the right thing..... take notes Rocky and Patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131196435644137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RzWr-NNRwFI/AAAAAAAAADk/iUSQ67G_0vQ/s320/August07+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how one should behave when visiting.&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/2711830309855751742-478912247090860789?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/478912247090860789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=478912247090860789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/478912247090860789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/478912247090860789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-to-draw-line-somewhere.html' title='I have to draw the line somewhere.....'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RzWp89NRwEI/AAAAAAAAADc/-wfteujZP18/s72-c/Oct07+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-8904322776934062415</id><published>2007-11-04T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:40:27.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those hot Brissie days that you spend laying around if you are unlucky enough to not have air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/Ry2E-NXNEEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eZ5BD72wLe8/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128901754918604866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/Ry2E-NXNEEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eZ5BD72wLe8/s320/DSC01496.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I look like after our evening walk, yes I did want to walk until half way around then decided it was too hot and literally stolled home. Am now laying in front of the door trying to gain whatever breeze comes through the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful wafting smell throughout the house of chicken baking and yes I usually score some of the skin, have a cool breeze and mum is home, what more could a girl ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-8904322776934062415?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8904322776934062415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=8904322776934062415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8904322776934062415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8904322776934062415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/Ry2E-NXNEEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eZ5BD72wLe8/s72-c/DSC01496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2551339209657092402</id><published>2007-10-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:10:34.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, it's been a while again, but I've been a very busy girl. My grandpa and grandma decided to have a bit of a holiday up north and mum was asked to look after their little girl for a week (I guess it was payback for them looking after me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/RyBcU9XNECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WEu4Kism83w/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125197891086651426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/RyBcU9XNECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WEu4Kism83w/s320/DSC01483.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cassie and I are pretty good friends although she doesn't seem to like it when I bound in to play with her and mum, guess I am a little big from her angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make my week even more special I got a sore paw and had to be left inside every day for a week.  This meant I couldn't run around my racetrack in the yard, bit of a bummer but I guess I really only sleep all day anyway. Got mum back though by playing with the 'restricted' stuffy toys on the bed (lucky mum was a little too grumpy to remember the camera or evidence would be available for all to see).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The life of a greyhound in retirement really is a very stressful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2551339209657092402?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2551339209657092402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2551339209657092402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2551339209657092402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2551339209657092402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-friend.html' title='My Little Friend'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/RyBcU9XNECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WEu4Kism83w/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-1760827471454767709</id><published>2007-10-09T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:01:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time</title><content type='html'>Well my mum finally decided to come into the latest century and get broadband so I can finally do my own blogging - YAY (not that I'm not eternally grateful for the wonderful job done by my human aunties in helping me out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just thought I would show you exactly how hard I work around the house.  While my mum was mowing, washing, folding stuff, ironing, mopping, weeding (etc etc) on Sunday, I was doing the job I think is the most important of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119256241910994674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/RwtAbdVOVvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UsBkJrKoI2o/s320/DSC01482.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, as you can see, I was diligently guarding the bed.  I mean how upset would my mum be if she came in from doing all this work to find the bed stolen.  I dare any would be robber to get this bed out from under me. I mean really, how would this household and my mum keep it together if it wasn't for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-1760827471454767709?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1760827471454767709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=1760827471454767709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1760827471454767709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1760827471454767709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>mickpeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08707527194723763028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NyBvSKzbYSc/RwtAbdVOVvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UsBkJrKoI2o/s72-c/DSC01482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-8501787240559851948</id><published>2007-09-09T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T02:28:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The price of indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I am so gorgeous I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things bestowed upon me. This weekend I was at a GAP promo at an animal shelter and I scored lots of goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was the lady who gave me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roo&lt;/span&gt; jerky, and then the Lions people gave me a whole sausage - fully expecting to get to eat the whole thing you can imagine my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chargin&lt;/span&gt; when it got shared with Rocky and Patch and Princess.... - but that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I got a WHOLE ice cream to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the other dogs had to share, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;, that will teach you for being one half of a pair. I am an only dog, I don't have to share with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a nice day out, had a bit of a run around after it was all over and then home for a well deserved nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By this time my tummy was a little sore. I was a bit gassy and was making funny gurgling sounds, not much helped by mum rubbing my tummy.... so I lay forlornly on the couch and recovered with mum sitting on the floor to make sure I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108133497904471634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RuO8Wi_enlI/AAAAAAAAADE/7__ilb7oL5o/s400/August07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-8501787240559851948?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8501787240559851948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=8501787240559851948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8501787240559851948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8501787240559851948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/price-of-indulgence.html' title='The price of indulgence'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RuO8Wi_enlI/AAAAAAAAADE/7__ilb7oL5o/s72-c/August07+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-5767906489802511208</id><published>2007-08-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T05:06:12.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? This chair wasn't put here for me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFnrox22vI/AAAAAAAAACk/syxUpuZKH70/s1600-h/August07+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102973852166052594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFnrox22vI/AAAAAAAAACk/syxUpuZKH70/s200/August07+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that it was. All the other silly greyhounds ( Patch, Rocky, Blaze and Amie ) were busy looking for their mums. Duh! I am not stupid, it's a small house and I knew she would come back, why on earth would I sit on the floor, or worse, appear needy, when I could recline in comfort&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102974908728007426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFopIx22wI/AAAAAAAAACs/X8shnxMGBzk/s200/August07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got unceremoniously kicked off the damn chair anyway, made to go outside while Little B was allowed to stay in, then they had the hide to shut the door on us. I have no idea what went on while I was shut out in the cold, but imagine that if it was any fun then I would have been part of it too. Apparently it had to do with The Chicken, so am guessing that Blaze didn't really enjoy it all that much. She is a bit special (Blaze) and The Chicken is inherently evil, not a good mix. I believe I could out evil The Chicken but I think that Blaze would have cracked.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't mind going and visiting Patch, I just don't like it when she goes all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skitzo&lt;/span&gt; and tries to stand on me. She behaved like such a &lt;em&gt;puppy &lt;/em&gt;when we all arrived. Jumping around and carrying on, seriously, where is the dignity? Rocky may be a bit slow, but even he has more manners when it comes to saying hello. They go out the window when there is food around though, he spend ages trying to scam cheese and various other yummy things. He even resorted to sucking up to the coffee table..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, not the brightest wee button. As if the table is going to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102977154995903250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFqr4x22xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s6-ZuJDBVP0/s200/August07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocky is living proof that girls mature faster than boys. Rocky was trying to impress us all night with his antics. He was being "manly" and showing us how he could get the bunny and throw it around and pull the stuffing out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pfff&lt;/span&gt;, I could do that too, but it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; inelegant. He was so proud of himself, funny that, it was only a stuffed toy, not much of a challenge. Still, small things amuse small minds and if the fluffy bunny being gutted makes him happy then who am I to take that away from him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFsfYx22yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p6DpXONHJoY/s1600-h/August07+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102979139270794018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFsfYx22yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/p6DpXONHJoY/s320/August07+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-5767906489802511208?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5767906489802511208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=5767906489802511208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5767906489802511208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5767906489802511208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-this-chair-wasnt-put-here-for-me.html' title='What? This chair wasn&apos;t put here for me?!'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RtFnrox22vI/AAAAAAAAACk/syxUpuZKH70/s72-c/August07+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-547049844565375697</id><published>2007-08-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:19:44.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmless little crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see nothing wrong with having a troupe of boys that gaze adoringly at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One such boy is Charlie dog. He is a pretty fawn dog - the best colour, if I do say so - and sweet in a dopey boy kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I allowed him to take certain liberties with me at the EKKA, made my day better and if he gets the wrong idea and wants to go shacking up then I will just have to set him straight down the line. A little bit of flirting never hurt anyone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RsAg3SGscrI/AAAAAAAAACM/fMET6Nmi5t8/s1600-h/EKKA07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098110912308212402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RsAg3SGscrI/AAAAAAAAACM/fMET6Nmi5t8/s320/EKKA07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides, there was no kissy licks, just backward spooning and a little paw touching, looks a lot more than it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RsAh3CGscsI/AAAAAAAAACU/AjQYJBuJAEo/s1600-h/EKKA07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098112007524872898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RsAh3CGscsI/AAAAAAAAACU/AjQYJBuJAEo/s320/EKKA07+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole symbolic heart thing with our paws is just that, symbolic......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-547049844565375697?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/547049844565375697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=547049844565375697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/547049844565375697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/547049844565375697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/harmless-little-crush.html' title='Harmless little crush'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RsAg3SGscrI/AAAAAAAAACM/fMET6Nmi5t8/s72-c/EKKA07+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-5741951641034267146</id><published>2007-08-11T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:00:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The EKKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EKKA&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to share the car trip with Rocky and Patch and their mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Normally I have the whole back seat, I shared it with Rocky and Patch got to ride shotgun on her mum's knee - comfy - NOT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2FaCGscmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ujrbv8tUpLI/s1600-h/EKKA07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097377035541312098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2FaCGscmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ujrbv8tUpLI/s200/EKKA07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was quite impressed with what they had provided for me. Looked like a nice inviting lounge room. Was not overly keen on the leather couch though, I spent the day on the funky beds as Goldie and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Snork&lt;/span&gt; seemed to have the couches covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097377645426668146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2F9iGscnI/AAAAAAAAABs/ikk3KtGl1aI/s200/EKKA07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2GnyGscoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tAiQKCgTLkY/s1600-h/EKKA07+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097378371276141186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2GnyGscoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tAiQKCgTLkY/s200/EKKA07+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got lots of pats, I pretty much just lay around looking pretty all day, something I do very well.... although I did have to get up at one point as Leo stood on me - that dog has no manners! - and it hurt as he is quite a big boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is a nice enough dog, just has no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt;, has only been a foster dog for a week, so he is not a seasoned pet and can't be expected to know how to behave just yet. He did a great job though, stood up and drew in the crowd all day - he will learn in time that promos are for lying down, not standing up all day, silly dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patch has the promo thing down, and Rocky is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2H6iGscpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wRflvKd2_7s/s1600-h/EKKA07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097379792910316178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2H6iGscpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wRflvKd2_7s/s200/EKKA07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2IUCGscqI/AAAAAAAAACE/6byEqqJ5uSM/s1600-h/EKKA07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097380230996980386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2IUCGscqI/AAAAAAAAACE/6byEqqJ5uSM/s200/EKKA07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-5741951641034267146?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5741951641034267146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=5741951641034267146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5741951641034267146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5741951641034267146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ekka.html' title='The EKKA'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rr2FaCGscmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ujrbv8tUpLI/s72-c/EKKA07+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2647296001182850489</id><published>2007-08-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T05:37:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No you Don't!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, mum is pushing the envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I acknowledged her when she came home - after 2 weeks in Alaska - and then she has the nerve to take me, AND my bed, to Grandma &amp; Grandpa's today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does she think she is playing at???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE WILL NOT LEAVE ME AGAIN, I will see to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole time we were there I sat on my bed, pointing my fine ass at them all and refused to speak to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily mum saw sense and took me home again. I would have kicked up all sorts of merry hell if she had left me there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might look dopey sometimes, but I am very resourceful (for example, how many greyhounds do YOU know that are smart enough to have their own blog?)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrhmYyGsclI/AAAAAAAAABc/Kvt6q5NGGws/s1600-h/Promos+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095935554322461266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrhmYyGsclI/AAAAAAAAABc/Kvt6q5NGGws/s320/Promos+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think she felt guilty for putting me through that kind of emotional turmoil, so I got to go to the dog park with Patch and Rocky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocky is doing remarkably well for a dog that I pushed... I mean, a dog the &lt;em&gt;FELL&lt;/em&gt; off my stairs yesterday. He is still off with the fairies, but then, he is a boy so what can you really expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patch was excellent to stalk, she thought she could out stalk me HA! Not likely. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much better at it than her. She did pounce when required though, so I was happy and we had a good run and play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must go and rest up now, I shall be appearing for one day only at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EKKA&lt;/span&gt;. I will be there all day and may let you pat me if you come and visit, but you will have to line up, I have MANY an a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doring&lt;/span&gt; fan you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2647296001182850489?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2647296001182850489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=2647296001182850489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2647296001182850489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2647296001182850489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-no-you-dont.html' title='Oh No you Don&apos;t!'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrhmYyGsclI/AAAAAAAAABc/Kvt6q5NGGws/s72-c/Promos+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-1479395270084896100</id><published>2007-08-05T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:47:52.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even a piece of Salmon........hmmmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess it could be worse, I could have got a "My mum went to Alaska and all I got was this lousy T-shirt" Still, from the home of fresh Salmon, &lt;em&gt;WHERE IS MINE????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand I am just glad that she is home. Grandma and Grandpa love me and spoil me to bits, but at home I am &lt;em&gt;THE QUEEN.&lt;/em&gt; Flo, thy &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; be done, is pretty much how it goes around here. I have mum well trained, she panders to my every desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has taken 2 weeks off work to make up for going away and leaving me, though she did mention the EKKA. I seem to remember that was bloody hard work last year, so I may hold judgement on her sucking up skills until I see what the caper is this year. I had a word to the people who matter while she was away and it seems I have managed to arrange for some suitable leather couches to be at my disposal so I guess that means I will be going to the EKKA to promote the Greyhound Adoption Program &lt;a href="http://www.greyhoundpets.org.au/"&gt;http://www.greyhoundpets.org.au/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, they found me my perfect slave, I am sure there are other suckers out there. I do have one concern however, I have inside information that there will be dog beds on the floor along with the couches. They are very funky beds, but &lt;em&gt;PLEASE....&lt;/em&gt; you expect mwa to be on the floor when I arranged couches, I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095150494430294594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrWcYSGsckI/AAAAAAAAABU/wSzFCab0pOU/s400/Promos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-1479395270084896100?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1479395270084896100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=1479395270084896100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1479395270084896100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1479395270084896100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-even-piece-of-salmonhmmmph.html' title='Not even a piece of Salmon........hmmmph'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrWcYSGsckI/AAAAAAAAABU/wSzFCab0pOU/s72-c/Promos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-7425541675135013718</id><published>2007-08-02T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:37:28.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Partay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mum is coming home, My Mum is coming Home.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on your glad rags cause we are going to partay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RrHPlCq6X7I/AAAAAAAAADI/VGN8NsRXCOs/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094080888811708338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RrHPlCq6X7I/AAAAAAAAADI/VGN8NsRXCOs/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-7425541675135013718?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7425541675135013718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=7425541675135013718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/7425541675135013718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/7425541675135013718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-to-partay.html' title='Time to Partay'/><author><name>Greytgirl, Amie, and Blaze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RrHPlCq6X7I/AAAAAAAAADI/VGN8NsRXCOs/s72-c/IMG_1873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-1058531306671509905</id><published>2007-08-02T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:32:29.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Sleep!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then Mum is home!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not that I haven't enjoyed my holiday, I have just missed her quite alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The birds I could take or leave, sadly they came with me *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They fly all over the place and land on me, ME! what are they thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't bat an eyelid cause I am that good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094079325291704882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrHOKCGscjI/AAAAAAAAABM/-az3Cxjo3IQ/s320/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would go to the airport to meet mum, but they have stupid rules about dogs not being at the airport. Hmmm, will just have to wait at home for her. I might warm the bed up for her while I am waiting, and peek out the window when she arrives.I am NOT going to go down the stairs for her, after all, she left me, she can come to me this time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-1058531306671509905?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1058531306671509905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=1058531306671509905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1058531306671509905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/1058531306671509905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-sleep.html' title='One More Sleep!!'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RrHOKCGscjI/AAAAAAAAABM/-az3Cxjo3IQ/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2112825590789326303</id><published>2007-07-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T02:35:42.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs would have been really handy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting around with no thumbs makes life a little hard sometimes. Take the weekend for instance. Just cause mum has buggered off doesn't mean that I have to put my life on hold. There was a GAP promo at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Morningside&lt;/span&gt;. So I endeavoured to go and hang out with my friends and do my bit for GAP. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, hitching is all well and good if you have thumbs, and can stand on two legs to display said thumb. I don't, and can't. I resorted to old school tricks and showed a bit of leg, a lot of leg really, I have such long elegant legs and it is not beneath me to use them to get my own way. Normally I am a sensible girl, hitching is not exactly safe, especially for someone as attractive as me! however, after a very rude bus driver failed to believe that I had left my wallet in my other pants ( this may have been because I wasn't wearing any...) I tried to bluff him into thinking that I was the CEO of the company he worked for. This isn't so insane when you consider that it was a Greyhound Bus. I did my best to threaten that he would lose his job if he didn't take me, but he didn't buy it. Probably just as well, there were people on the bus licking the windows and stuff. Please don't feel the need to point out that I lick my own You know what, at least I know where it has been! windows? please people, talk about the "special bus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is no mean feat for a greyhound gal to get herself all the way to a promo on her own and yet I still had the good grace to smile and greet people when I got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092792428535771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rq07uyGschI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LNR4Jdsp4lw/s320/Promos+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocky and I drawing the crowd in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did my ears trick. The one where they stand up so pointy it makes everyone laugh and try really hard to take a photo of them from the front, at which point I drop on of them, ha ha. There are a few shots of them from behind, but that is just a little tease, amuses me greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rq09HiGsciI/AAAAAAAAABE/TISpC2Nz2c0/s1600-h/Promos+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092793953249161762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rq09HiGsciI/AAAAAAAAABE/TISpC2Nz2c0/s200/Promos+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suppose I had better explain a few things before people get all up in arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, Hitching is bad. Greyhounds without leads is bad. Greyhounds hitching without leads is super bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, I didn't really hitch to a promo, that would involve effort and I am so not into that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The photo's of &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;at the promo are actually of Lewis. He is a stunningly handsome boy ( I am not biased thank you very much ) and is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similiar&lt;/span&gt; to me that people do a double take. Just goes to show, for every grey there is an equal and opposite grey. I have Lewis, Rocky has Rocky and Patch is special, she has Shani &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Wally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really want mum to come home so that I can go to promos and see my grey friends........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2711830309855751742-2112825590789326303?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2112825590789326303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2112825590789326303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/thumbs-would-have-been-really-handy.html' title='Thumbs would have been really handy....'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rq07uyGschI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LNR4Jdsp4lw/s72-c/Promos+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-3521886131434755036</id><published>2007-07-28T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T05:17:44.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plea Across The Seas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I try and look cute Mum, will you come home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqszYyq6XvI/AAAAAAAAABo/y_aqRvdpj_0/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092220304684113650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqszYyq6XvI/AAAAAAAAABo/y_aqRvdpj_0/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2711830309855751742-3521886131434755036?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/3521886131434755036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/3521886131434755036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/plea-across-seas.html' title='A Plea Across The Seas'/><author><name>Greytgirl, Amie, and Blaze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqszYyq6XvI/AAAAAAAAABo/y_aqRvdpj_0/s72-c/IMG_1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-8005779772549918041</id><published>2007-07-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:06:03.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 steps.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqnPtiGscfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dfaOoewH6WI/s1600-h/IMG_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091829234875003378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqnPtiGscfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dfaOoewH6WI/s320/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not have a drinking problem, really, I don't. It was after 12, I was at a promo. Call it social lubricant, it allows me to be nice to people all day. It is tough to look so pretty and be patted and admired all day. I am not a sitter, I walk or I lie down. I don't like to be stood ON, though I am better at sharing these days - see drinking has positive side effects- like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqnQQyGscgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y_82yVal5rA/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091829840465392130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqnQQyGscgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y_82yVal5rA/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Little people can do what they will with me and I am putty in their hands. I do think that I should have a vest that says "I'm adopted, ask me how" because so many people fall in love with me at promos and want to take me home. I really like mum, I am highly p&amp;%%$&amp;amp;^ that she is in Alaska right now, but I will forgive her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-8005779772549918041?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8005779772549918041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/8005779772549918041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/12-steps.html' title='12 steps.....'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqnPtiGscfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dfaOoewH6WI/s72-c/IMG_1107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-35803275153758419</id><published>2007-07-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:37:22.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand guns and dancing boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rqb8EyGscdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XmQ8f4LPHSU/s1600-h/image.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091033587888452050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rqb8EyGscdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XmQ8f4LPHSU/s320/image.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, you read right, I have been living it up. By the end of the night it was dancing guns and hand boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I started the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking very much the part. A few tequila slammers, ok, LOTS of tequila later and it was not so pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum is such a party pooper, she would possibly not approve of my fetishes and the like, so I tend not to go all out when she is around. Since she is away I took the opportunity to slip some sedatives in Grandma and Grandpa's tea and PARTAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to tell you all about it, however two things are stopping me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1./ I don't kiss and tell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2./ I don't remember a whole lot, I do have this photo though, so can only imagine how messy it all was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rqb9HyGsceI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Uo6KCXzZIlE/s1600-h/IMG_0586_SMALL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091034738939687394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rqb9HyGsceI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Uo6KCXzZIlE/s320/IMG_0586_SMALL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-35803275153758419?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/35803275153758419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/35803275153758419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hand-guns-and-dancing-boys.html' title='Hand guns and dancing boys'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/Rqb8EyGscdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XmQ8f4LPHSU/s72-c/image.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-6789731808365892912</id><published>2007-07-24T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:52:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy and falling under my spell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqW7-iq6XjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SdsJ61VS-hM/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090681636945288754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqW7-iq6XjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SdsJ61VS-hM/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you all thought that the Jedi mind trick wasnt working. Little does my Mum know that my fall back trick is hypnotism. Look deeply into my eyes......You are getting very sleepy......You will get up off the couch and let me lay on it......You will let me take over the whole bed while you lay on the cold hard floor......You will give me as many treats as I want......You will allow me to have a bowl of ice cream every night after dinner......When I count to three you will wake up refreshed, do all the thing I have said, and remember nothing of this......One.....Two......Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-6789731808365892912?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6789731808365892912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/6789731808365892912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-into-my-eyes-you-are-getting.html' title='Look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy and falling under my spell.'/><author><name>Greytgirl, Amie, and Blaze</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HW-hyn6hreQ/RqW7-iq6XjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SdsJ61VS-hM/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-2746984452342830360</id><published>2007-07-23T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:24:33.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have Down Syndrome....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqSPpCGsccI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RH6xyo94gjE/s1600-h/Promos+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090351413937861058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqSPpCGsccI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RH6xyo94gjE/s400/Promos+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My tongue is too big for my mouth, so it often hangs out and makes me look really smart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-2746984452342830360?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2746984452342830360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/2746984452342830360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-down-syndrome.html' title='I have Down Syndrome....'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqSPpCGsccI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RH6xyo94gjE/s72-c/Promos+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2711830309855751742.post-5687009447388543213</id><published>2007-07-22T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:14:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When mum is away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqMc1iGscbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nk3OWXQ1qQQ/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089943709872320946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqMc1iGscbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nk3OWXQ1qQQ/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mum has abandoned me. She pissed of to bloody Alaska or some such place, and LEFT ME BEHIND!!!! The audacity of it.... after all I do for her. Ok, so I don't do alot, mainly I sleep and eat and make her stress by limping some days. The point is, SHE LEFT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried to Jedi mind trick her into staying, I stared at her with glowing eyes and willed her not to go, and still, she packed her bags, dumped me with grandma and grandpa and foofed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the positive side, I get to hang out with Cassie and be spoilt by grandma and grandpa. I am somewhat of a celebrity, the whole neighbourhood loves me. They know when I am coming to stay and all rush out to adore me, as they well should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got duped into coming up here, mum conspired with Patch and Rocky's mum to make it seem like we were just "going for a drive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HA! I am not stupid, they brought my bed and food and toys and when I arrived I gave mum the cold shoulder so she would know that I knew what she was doing. I sat on my bed with my back to her and shunned her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then when she left I was all waggy tails and kissy licks because I was getting pats from grandpa, oh, and I stole Cassie's rawhide chew......excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am going to get up to mischief while mum is away, I don't need her to take me to Dreamworld to have fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2711830309855751742-5687009447388543213?l=accordingtoflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5687009447388543213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2711830309855751742&amp;postID=5687009447388543213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5687009447388543213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2711830309855751742/posts/default/5687009447388543213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accordingtoflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-mum-is-away.html' title='When mum is away.....'/><author><name>Greychicken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448969864651144777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wwwqCVTihHk/RqMc1iGscbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nk3OWXQ1qQQ/s72-c/DSC01242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
