<?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-29831083</id><updated>2011-10-17T07:15:38.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozzy's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the wonderful life of a pup named Ozzy.
Sit back and enjoy the ride.  You might just enjoy your visit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7740483993250082865</id><published>2011-07-24T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:53:05.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog days of summer. . . .  I think not</title><content type='html'>They call it the dog days of summer and for once in my life I don't know something.  Why are they the dog days of summer?  I certainly can't enjoy them when it is hot as can be and the humidity is seriously high.  I don't like it super hot out and I think the world needs to find a new title for this time of year because quite frankly this here dog is not enjoying the summer as much as he would like to.  Let me explain how it has been for the last week or so.  It's been at least 90* with a heat index of something awful and with the humidity it makes me pant like nobody can believe.  We don't go for walks because I don't like getting up before 7 am and mom says anything after a certain hour is just not good for me.  I can't swim because she won't put me in the car to let me enjoy the water.  I did a nice coupon for my favorite pet store but alas can't go. . . . why? because it's too hot out!!  God I miss winter or at least cooler temperatures because I am super bored even with the toys mom has strewn around the house for me to play with. &lt;br /&gt;Well let me see if I can at least convince her I can go out and play in the hose for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7740483993250082865?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7740483993250082865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7740483993250082865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7740483993250082865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7740483993250082865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2011/07/dog-days-of-summer-i-think-not.html' title='Dog days of summer. . . .  I think not'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-3105421056461676891</id><published>2010-11-30T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:08:14.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely first post in a long while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow has it been a while or what?  I've decided to come back on my blog because I miss doing this and the community it offers.  I am honestly on Facebook a lot and with two names because Facebook likes to delete me quite often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom is in her final year at community college and then it is on to the four year school along with her masters.  She says it feels like forever and I have to agree with her on that since I don't see her as often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We do a lot of walks though so really I can't complain and she does try to get me out to do more stuff than I did before.  Romeo is no longer with us he is in his forever home and has been there for almost two years now.  They adore him and he really lucked out and that's all we could ever ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do have a new favorite toy.  It is one of those stuffless toys and it is in the shape of my nemesis the skunk.  It is so cool to shake it around and beat it up and just tear it to smithereens.  You know like that one who I should have killed four years ago for sparying me.  I still can not believe that bastard for making me endure all those frickin' baths to get its horrid smell off of me.  So I've been having fun with that.  Though I admit I did get in trouble last night for getting a bit too rambunctious and growling at mom a little too loudly.  Oh man she took it away from me for a little while.  Said something about needing a time out.  WHAT?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We have this cool place we go for walks frequently it's near the house and it's in the back of a recreation park and I am mostly there by myself.  I love it because mom will sometimes let me off lead if it is early enough and we know there are no doggies around.  Plus her favorite part is watching me do what terriers do best and that's hunt!!  Oh and then after that we end up in a soccer field where I run and run and run and then I'm the best puppy ever or so mom says whatever that's supposed to mean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's shocking to me that I just recently turned 5.  Mom says she can't believe she's had me for that long and that she's lucky to have had me during all that's gone on in our lives.  I couldn't agree with her more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We finally found out what my itches are about. . . . I'm allergic to soy.  Mom found me a new doctor and he took one look at me and said the poor boys allergic to soy he looks just like my dog did.  He ran a test and WOOHOO my itchies are gone.  Mom says now she can really tell if something has soy in it since I've been soy free for almost a month and she said it's because my body turns pink and I itch like a maniac.  Thankfully the good doctor gave mom some steriods to use if I get too bad.  They also found another tick some mom just had him put me on antibiotics since this is not my first tick bite or my last and we all know how easy it is to get lyme disease and whatever else is out there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well I'm going to end this lovely first post in a long while.  I'm not sure how often I'll be able to visit everyone else's pages while mom is still in school but expect a posting more frequently.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-3105421056461676891?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/3105421056461676891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=3105421056461676891' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3105421056461676891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3105421056461676891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-first-post-in-long-while.html' title='lovely first post in a long while'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-9115952454982983615</id><published>2010-04-25T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:37:26.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just catching up</title><content type='html'>Man I've been M.I.A. for far too long.  I'm sorry my friends.  Mom and I have been busy with school and being on Facebook.  But I will try and most more frequently on here.  I promise.  I just enjoyed a great weekend with no work and no school.  We got to spend Saturday with Asta, Duffy, Smitty &amp;amp; Jesse.  It was for the annual Beacon Barks! day which is just a day dedicated to us dogs!!  Sounds perfect to me.  It was a great day and I got to meet some new friends and spend time with ones I haven't seen in what seems like forever.  I do have pictures and I will post them next time.&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to go now I think I hear someone mentioning a walk around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super wire hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-9115952454982983615?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/9115952454982983615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=9115952454982983615' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/9115952454982983615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/9115952454982983615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-catching-up.html' title='just catching up'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6558148498810566176</id><published>2010-02-12T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:41:52.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>I am on Facebook if anyone wants to find me let me know.  I just wanted to share this quote I thought it said a lot.  "There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love."  I wish I knew who said it because we all know I like to give credit where it is due.  Have a good weekend all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6558148498810566176?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6558148498810566176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6558148498810566176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6558148498810566176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6558148498810566176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8484410597720906687</id><published>2009-11-21T20:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:56:51.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>T&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SwiZ7kY752I/AAAAAAAAAWw/rTticY0O1Bg/s1600/a+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406740601317877602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SwiZ7kY752I/AAAAAAAAAWw/rTticY0O1Bg/s400/a+toy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omorrow is my dad's angel day.&lt;br /&gt;It marks the day when he left mom and me and Romeo to go to heaven and become our own personal angel. I've been sitting here for the last few days just thinking of him and remembering our good times and how much different life was for all of us 2 years ago. I see mom and I think of how sad she looks and how she cries some days without anyone noticing but I notice and I just give her the best kissies in the world. Things for us are so much harder than they should be with all that is going on and Mom some days just wants to drop out of college and work since she doesn't think her becoming a teacher will ever happen. Then with the way the economy is mom is worried that no one will ever hire her. Then Grandma is always in pain and not working and man it's just hard for a pup.&lt;br /&gt;So Dad tomorrow could you do me the hugest favor? Could you come stop by for a visit? I know mom could use it and I sure wouldn't mind playing catch with you. I love this picture of my dad but was so proud of him when he finally quit smoking!&lt;br /&gt;Love your sweet boy,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8484410597720906687?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8484410597720906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8484410597720906687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8484410597720906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8484410597720906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SwiZ7kY752I/AAAAAAAAAWw/rTticY0O1Bg/s72-c/a+toy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6529668231750941817</id><published>2009-11-17T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:20:39.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say if you want to you can find me on Facebook.  I'm on there ALOT as Ozzy Kovach.  Thanks for all the Birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissies,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6529668231750941817?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6529668231750941817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6529668231750941817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6529668231750941817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6529668231750941817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1792195447544910564</id><published>2009-04-05T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:50:04.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry it's been a while since I posted.  Mom's been busy writing papers for school and getting over a nasty tummy bug.  The weather let up some today and since Mom was feeling pretty darn awesome she said it was walk time.  While she's been sick the last few days Grandma's been trying by at least taking me to the park and letting me run in the field and by walking the development a little bit.  She complains I walk to fast so we stuck to the park.  That's cool I would have taken anything instead of being stuck in the house with my poor sick mom.  So we went to our new favorite place and walked with Aunt Shannon and I sniffed and left pee mail all over that place.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://shop.cafepress.com/design/33549811"&gt;Wire Stock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; merchandise is now available if anyone wants to buy.  Also don't forget to sign up and join &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/CommunityFundraisingPages/CFPFY09Eastern?px=9846803&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=17940&amp;amp;fl=en_US&amp;amp;et=QctAOiqqmgXH5aDcvz8m2w..&amp;amp;s_tafId=299903"&gt;Team Wire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for the annual walk this year for the ACS.  We'd love to have as many as humanly possible for the walk.  If you can't walk with us please walk with us at your home that day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The more walking in spirit or with us the terrier!&lt;br /&gt;Well mom's got to give me a walk so I'm cutting this short and plus I want to visit all of my friends on here while I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1792195447544910564?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1792195447544910564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1792195447544910564' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1792195447544910564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1792195447544910564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-my-friends-sorry-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1719868435455303603</id><published>2009-03-19T17:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:33:41.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another walk with mom and the infamous Cancer Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLUVzXkTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/264vkt62M9c/s1600-h/20090317_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLUVzXkTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/264vkt62M9c/s400/20090317_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315043981282004066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talk about a start to a nice day.  Mom had off from both work and school on Tuesday so she got up early as she's been doing all week.  Made a phone call and off we went.  What I have to put on my harness?  Dang does this mean we're going to the vet?   Oh no we're heading off to walk at the lovely Vassar College here where we live.  So we pull up and Aunt Shannon is waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;So mom lets me out so I can run right over to Aunt Shannon and give her hugs and kisses.  Oh man I haven't seen her in a few weeks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1PfelLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2HDGjKndFtc/s1600-h/20090317_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1PfelLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2HDGjKndFtc/s400/20090317_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315041222872437938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her and mom usually do things with out me.  Shocking right?  I find out that we're walking the whole campus.  I don't think we have done this since dad was alive.  I love this campus all the nooks and crannies and sniffy spots along with all the pee mail I can leave.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1zH8PgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/n5kQ8w-e2FU/s1600-h/20090317_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1zH8PgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/n5kQ8w-e2FU/s400/20090317_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315041232437394946" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1zOQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IGf86SF8kcg/s1600-h/20090317_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLR1zOQ4iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IGf86SF8kcg/s400/20090317_14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315041232463913506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about a nice way to spend spring break.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLTtlCkt_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Z_pk5yTTaRI/s1600-h/20090317_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLTtlCkt_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Z_pk5yTTaRI/s400/20090317_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315043290241087474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we wandered around campus and enjoy the beautiful spring weather.  But then we had to go home so we dropped Shannon off at her house and off we went to go ho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLTtyjw8MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/82S8cWaQb-w/s1600-h/20090319_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLTtyjw8MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/82S8cWaQb-w/s400/20090319_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315043293869961410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me.  But little did I know that this was just a rouse to get me to go for another car ride later that day.  Oh yes you guessed it we did go to the vet.  It wasn't so bad.  I mean he only drew some blood for my heart worm and Lyme disease tests and then gave me a vaccination.  Thankfully I'm completely clean of any of those nasty diseases.&lt;br /&gt;So that was a quick visit and I got to see my friend Grace who's a vet tech there.  She gave me the appropriate scratches and home I went.  Mom was cool she made me some salmon for enduring such hardships as the doctors office.  Mom gave me grief because I told a dog off who was telling me off.  Well aren't I allowed to voice my opinion?  Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;So that's been my week the walks have been daily until tomorrow when mom pulls an 8 hour shift so she won't have time for a walk but she keeps saying I'm gonna try Ozzy.  No worries mom I know you mean well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dogness I forgot the most important part of my post.  The official web site is up for Team Wire that will be walking in May.  Dog nabbit I can't believe I forgot to mention that.  Sorry I got a bit perplexed with the outside noises that are going on tonight.  So please feel free to join up and walk with us or donate a small amount for this pawesome cause.  &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/CommunityFundraisingPages/CFPFY09Eastern?px=9846803&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=17940&amp;amp;fl=en_US&amp;amp;et=QctAOiqqmgXH5aDcvz8m2w..&amp;amp;s_tafId=299903"&gt;Dogswalk Against Cancer&lt;/a&gt;  Here's the link for Team Wire.  Enjoy and thanks for visiting my blog.  I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1719868435455303603?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1719868435455303603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1719868435455303603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1719868435455303603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1719868435455303603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-walk-with-mom-and-infamous.html' title='Just another walk with mom and the infamous Cancer Walk'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/ScLUVzXkTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/264vkt62M9c/s72-c/20090317_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1888224402735470041</id><published>2009-03-01T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:17:23.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SasXfKLwJpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-42ma0OM8fA/s1600-h/being+silly+with+Ozzy+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SasXfKLwJpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-42ma0OM8fA/s400/being+silly+with+Ozzy+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362409863292562" 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/29831083-1888224402735470041?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1888224402735470041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1888224402735470041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1888224402735470041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1888224402735470041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SasXfKLwJpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-42ma0OM8fA/s72-c/being+silly+with+Ozzy+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4541556715623272222</id><published>2009-02-22T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:02:20.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards, prayers and a new walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well where to begin where to begin.  First I'd like to take a moment and say a special prayer in honor Bogart's Dad.  My friend you and your family are in our thoughts and prayers at this most difficult time please know that mommy and I hope for nothing but the best and are here if you need us.  Now onto the award.  Mom got a package in the mail last week and it was from the American Cancer Society so Mom and I thought oh just the packet information for this years Dogswalk but oh no not at all.  It was for all of us Romeo included for our crusade last year for raising OVER $500 for cancer research for us pups, cats, and hammies.  So Mom, Romeo(who's asked us to mention him in this) and myself want to thank all of our friends who either walked with us in person or in spirit or who donated for this great cause.   We hope that any of you in our area will be able to walk with us this year.  But we've heard from our t-shirt designer that there will be new t-shirts being designed this year.  I know I can't wait and I think my brother might even be there.  We're hoping Luna, Asta, Smitty, Jessie and of course Jeeves shows up again this year.  We're really hoping some more pups show up to walk with us.  We'd really love it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now mom's requested off from work for the big walk next month in honor of dad.  She's gotta email those people to make sure I can come.  Why wouldn't they allow me to come is what I wanted to know?  Don't they know I'm doing this in memory of my awesome dad who left us far too soon?   So I've told you all about my new friend right?  His name's Scott and mom has him come three times a week to run me and spend time with me.  Apparently wire guilt is awesome cause Scott and I have a blast.  Scott has this new game that we play called "See who catches it first".  It's where Scott throws the ball and I race him to get it first.  Now this silly man thinks he can outrun me HA!  Mom warned him I'm called a wire for a reason.  I hear him say "GO OZ!" and off I go.  Let me tell you my friends I beat him 9 out of 10 times.  But he always says the funniest thing to me "Wow Oz you're fast that was fun let's do it again?!"  Mom says he must not be wrapped too tight to want to do that over and over again with me.  I am not too sure what she means by that but I enjoy myself.  Grandma swears I hear him coming up the street to come get me.  He does promise that once it gets warmer out we're actually going to run on the Rail Trail!  Oh man I can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;So I got groomed last week and I have to say I'm looking pretty spiffy.  The groomer asked mom how I was the one who got picked and Mom informed her cause nobody could handle my wirey-ness.  I'm not too sure what that's supposed to mean but I have to say I think I'd be really lost without my mom and grandma.  My mom talked to Romeo's new 'rents and he seems to be doing extremely well.  He's even got himself a new girlfriend.  So mom's happy to hear that.  She's even more happy to hear she's allowed to visit whenever she wants.  Mom admits it most likely won't ever happen because she misses and loves Romeo quite a lot but just keeping a tab on him is more than enough for now.  So I'm outta here it's time for bed.  Mom has classes tomorrow and then she's off so I have snuggle time.  Thank you all for your help with our cause I promise to post a picture of that award as soon as possible.  Please please please say a prayer or two for Bogart's dad.  Lots of wirey hugs, prayers and kisses coming all the way from New York to make sure he gets better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4541556715623272222?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4541556715623272222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4541556715623272222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4541556715623272222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4541556715623272222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/02/awards-prayers-and-new-walk.html' title='Awards, prayers and a new walk'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2842166691228065183</id><published>2009-02-10T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:41:52.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Saturday for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So my weekend was awesome.  Or pawesome as Miss Asta says.  Mommy had to work Friday night and it was my first night home alone.  Not too bad I gotta admit.  So Saturday morning Mommy gets dressed and says "Come on Oz we're going out!"  What out not home doing nothing?  How can this be?  Well into Grandma's car we go and off we went.  We ended up at the local pet store and I was told only one toy.  I have no clue what that was supposed to mean but I am happy to report I got 3 new stuffies.  We'd originally gone to get a new baby because mine is looking a little frazzled.  So mom picked up some new treats and of course I got three new stuffies including a new baby.  You see baby is a gingerbread man who I carry with me everywhere.  Mom and Grandma get a good chuckle off of it I don't see what's so funny I have to make sure they don't hide him on me?  Well that was fun and the store had cats up for adoption and man they looked like some fun.  But we had to leave cause I wanted to have a little too much fun with those cats.  When we got home there was a voicemail from Romeo's new owners.  They're going to truly keep him.  Which is awesome he deserves a home where we don't have to share anything.  Well I'm going to get going.  I don't know if I'll be posting this weekend.  If I'm supposed to pick something up at anyones blog please understand we're still busy re-adjusting to life and just haven't had time to do so.  Well I don't want to forget the link for the walk. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(205, 46, 132);font-size:85%;color:#cd2e84;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://heartwalk.kintera.org/poughkeepsie/jendavid"&gt;http://heartwalk.kintera.org/poughkeepsie/jendavid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/29831083-2842166691228065183?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2842166691228065183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2842166691228065183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2842166691228065183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2842166691228065183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-saturday-for-us.html' title='A new Saturday for us'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6587683484636245203</id><published>2009-02-06T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:15:10.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you help us out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, we think we might have a forever home for Romeo.  He's living with a friend of the family's and has been there for a couple of nights.  It's not a sure thing yet mom has asked them to give it a trial run and if it doesn't work we'll take him back.  But so far they are in love with him.  Mom has not told Rescue yet because of that just in case she'd like to keep all of her options open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But now onto my question.  Daddy's job is sponsoring a walk in memory of my dad for the American Heart Association.  So mom has signed her and I up of course to walk in his memory.  If anyone is near us and wanted to join us please feel free to we would love it!  Mom thought it was awesome of them to do this and was pleased that they asked her before they did it automatically in his memory.   So on March 14 we'll be walking in the warm(HA NOT!) NY weather.  Anyone wanna join us?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now onto the good stuff.  Mom and Grandma have found me a buddy.  His name is Scott and he runs me and plays with me three days a week.  He is awesome and loves me of course he does who couldn't.  Mom does her walks with me and she realizes I need a good running and that I need some guy time.  I miss Daddy an awful lot and I miss having guy time and playing rough like that.  He is just an awesome guy and is fun to be around.  Now onto the next big news.  But it doesn't involve me.  My Mommy my awesome Mommy though she'll never admit to it. . . . has made it onto the DEAN'S LIST for college!   So I'm going to go and bug mom and play with my stuffy. &lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you want to join us or donate.  Won't lie I think I'd rather have more buddies walking but hey whatever you can do you know I'm happy with.  Thanks everybody for everything and for all the kind words during our hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(205, 46, 132);" &gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://heartwalk.kintera.org/poughkeepsie/jendavid"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233971570_3"&gt;http://heartwalk.kintera.org/poughkeepsie/jendavid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6587683484636245203?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6587683484636245203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6587683484636245203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6587683484636245203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6587683484636245203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-help-us-out.html' title='Can you help us out?'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8588155977776608400</id><published>2009-01-21T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:39:17.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction be back soon I promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mom has been trying for the last month plus to decide what to do.  She wishes beyond all hope that what is going to happen is not going to happen.  But we're not good boys and we're not getting any better no matter what she tries to do.  So mom is trying to do what is best for us even though I am watching it break her and grandma's heart everyday since we became bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;So mom says to give her a bit she'll figure out how to get back online and blog a bit more for me.  Especially now that schools starting up and she's got herself a little job.  Hope everyone has a good day and things are going well.  I'll be back as soon as possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8588155977776608400?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8588155977776608400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8588155977776608400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8588155977776608400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8588155977776608400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-construction-be-back-soon-i.html' title='Under construction be back soon I promise'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-9019206948711592543</id><published>2008-11-20T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:00:48.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSXByIJa-eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IiDjfHNiOPc/s1600-h/20081120_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSXByIJa-eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IiDjfHNiOPc/s400/20081120_19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270832005831653858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="white-space: normal;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(52, 67, 37);font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#344325;"   &gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Well my birthday came and went with not much to do.  Mom did make me bacon and eggs for breakfast though.  Well really it was one slice of turkey bacon and half an egg but it was still yummy.  Then I got to play with the red ball she she has for the winter since she kept saying I'm busy today buddy sorry.  Apparently 3 papers and 2 tests come before me.  I personally think that college is a big waste if it's going to take time away from me.  Tuesday she's in class almost all day.  But today?!  Well her and grandma got up fed us and off they went.  Notice how I didn't mention us going with them?  Well after being gone for a couple of hours they came home with a bag.  And off came my collar.  I was a bit worried since I'd had that collar for about 2 years now and don't really care for my neck to be without it.  Whoa she's got stuff in the bag for me and in that bag was a new collar.  Whew I was wondering what was going on.  Then out came the treats!  Oh my dogness there were chocolate chip cookies in there for yours truly the birthday boy!  Ohhh I love the chocolate chip cookies she gets from the pet store.  Of course for some reason Romeo got a new collar out of the deal and I had to share my cookies with him.  I guess since he shared on his birthday I can share on mine.  And then there is talk of a walk on Friday!  Whoa this birthday is turning out to be a pretty good one.  EVEN if she was a couple of days late.  I'll forgive her since she let me snuggle without my stinky brother in bed with us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well off to go snooze and admire the new collar.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for my birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;of course my brother has to behave and show his collar when she asks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-9019206948711592543?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/9019206948711592543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=9019206948711592543' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/9019206948711592543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/9019206948711592543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-friends.html' title='to my friends'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSXByIJa-eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IiDjfHNiOPc/s72-c/20081120_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6913135165173591403</id><published>2008-11-16T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:24:26.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know that tomorrow is my birthday?  Well I do and I can't wait to see what I get for my special day.  It is my first birthday with out my daddy and I'm a little sad about that.  But I know mommy will make it the best birthday she possibly can.  Even if she's got school to get in her way.   I don't get how that comes before me but ah well.  So in this most happiest of days I'm signing off after this quick post to go snuggle with my mom.  I am however leaving you with my favorite picture.  It is of me daddy and Romeo on his birthday.  How fitting a tribute than this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSDVwzPfLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1CDsV5XeITo/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSDVwzPfLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1CDsV5XeITo/s400/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269446598389083954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6913135165173591403?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6913135165173591403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6913135165173591403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6913135165173591403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6913135165173591403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-know-that-tomorrow-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SSDVwzPfLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1CDsV5XeITo/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-506942684882063010</id><published>2008-10-31T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:43:30.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SQsnjKIgxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lGT1Ryi79lk/s1600-h/halloween+with+the+dogsinternet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SQsnjKIgxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lGT1Ryi79lk/s400/halloween+with+the+dogsinternet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263344074481518258" 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/29831083-506942684882063010?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/506942684882063010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=506942684882063010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/506942684882063010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/506942684882063010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SQsnjKIgxrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lGT1Ryi79lk/s72-c/halloween+with+the+dogsinternet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2243841559466029934</id><published>2008-10-01T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:28:38.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this past weekend we did a little something fun. We went to Pet-a-palooza over in Montgomery NY. It was this pawsome time and we met lots of dogs and saw our favoritest store owner Amanda. She even got Grandma to go along for the day.  That's her holding my lead right there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SOPO4iHNYgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F0YoFaU2Is4/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252269061069169154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SOPO4iHNYgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F0YoFaU2Is4/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom got some new dog food samples to try since she's not too pleased with Natural Balance. She thinks we're not enjoying it(she's right) and she thinks it might be leading to more of our itchies. Then Sunday she learned that her grandfather passed away. Don't say sorries cause mom will tell you they weren't very close and she barely knew him anymore. But she(notice I didn't say we) got to see her Grandma and all of her aunts and uncles. Again you'll notice I didn't say we or even me. But while she was with her family she found out that we have a blog fan. Well that I have a blog fan. It's her Uncle Allen. Wait doesn't that make him my uncle too? Apparently he reads the blogs and loves them. Man I like hearing of bloggies that read our blog that are family. He said I seemed like a handful. Dude you have no clue. I'm Oz-man the craziest pup you've ever met. Mom found out he's got two pups of his own though not Wires like me and Rome. Man you just don't know what you're missing. You'll have to tell your pup-kids hello from me. Mom said that even though she hadn't seen everybody in ohhh 20 years it was greating seeing them and she hopes they stay more in contact then before. She had a great time except the circumstances stunk. I thought it stunk all around since I missed meeting new family and I missed a fan. Mom's pulling in some really pawesome grades in college. If she keeps it up I might ask Grandma to buy her a chewy from us. I'm sure she'd love it. I know I do most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We did get groomed last Friday for the first time in a few months and man she did a great job. Well mom and grandma think so and I guess that's all that matters in that department really. She was a really nice lady though and her assistant groomed me when I was a mere pup. Ya know before we got that annoying brother of mine. So everything else here is good.  Mom's just busy with school and trying to juggle things around.  I'm busy doing well not alot.  But for now I won't complain she needs this and apparently so do I.  Go figure.  Well she says it's time to go. Where oh where would that be mom?  Have a good day all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-2243841559466029934?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2243841559466029934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2243841559466029934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2243841559466029934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2243841559466029934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-my-friends-well-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SOPO4iHNYgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F0YoFaU2Is4/s72-c/IMG_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1101390016545620289</id><published>2008-09-20T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:48:27.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I want to appologize for not being around lately. This house has been a bit crazy. Mom's back to college and hasn't had time for my blog. Romeo and I have been suffering the plight of what seems like most wires ALLERGIES! Mom said next season we'll be heading to the arctic for our relief. Umm isn't it cold there mom? So we've mostly been doing play time at the park. I'm not complaining perse but I am saying could we go on a walk woman? I have heard rumors about us going to this Pooch-a-palooza next weekend over in Montgomery. That might be fun. Her rules though? Oh yes my friends she has rules. No fighting with each other for a full week, behaving ourselves and if it's not hot like it usually is at the Paws in the Park we normally attend and didn't this year. I can't say that I blame her on that last rule. Last year was just HOT and none of us enjoyed ourselves minus meeting Joanne, Jessie &amp;amp; Smitty. That was the highlight of the day. Out of my mother's guilt though I did get this awesome squirrelly to eat and mutalate. Man talk about fun!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SNT-0iRZsGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lmjWQR8VV7U/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099644299915362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SNT-0iRZsGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lmjWQR8VV7U/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what kind of guilt I can inflict on her today and what I will get out of it.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SNT-09Ea6dI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JmvvEGjkbOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248099651493226962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SNT-09Ea6dI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JmvvEGjkbOQ/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am going to get going.  I needed to go work on that guilt trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1101390016545620289?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1101390016545620289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1101390016545620289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1101390016545620289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1101390016545620289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/09/mia-no-more.html' title='MIA no more'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SNT-0iRZsGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lmjWQR8VV7U/s72-c/IMG_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6085468791368857552</id><published>2008-08-16T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:22:44.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well I've been caught. It seems mom went grocery shopping the other day and when she got home she needed help unpacking the car. So I offered to help. Not unpack of course but rather inspect to make sure she got everything I ordered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SKbUQYiOGCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cHLpw7_Ssi0/s1600-h/0814081245b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235104994793756706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SKbUQYiOGCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cHLpw7_Ssi0/s320/0814081245b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I can attest that she only got me my salmon after that NADA! Geesh what's a pup to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SKbUQZ7W2RI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ebqZcPzHugc/s1600-h/0814081245a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235104995167623442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SKbUQZ7W2RI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ebqZcPzHugc/s320/0814081245a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am so happy to hear that Jackson made it through surgery ok. Hopefully he'll have a speedy recovery with his folks. I also want to take a minute and wish Jackson a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VERY HAPPY 9th BARKDAY! I HOPE AND MOM HOPES IT'S ONE OF THE BESTEST EVER!!! OK SO DOES ROMEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also I wanted to join Jake and Just Harry in just saying goodbye to our friend Gianna. She was a sweet lady who loved us wires. Her time to go and join Daddy and all of her pups in heaven had come. So she's another angel us wires have watching over us. We will miss you Gianna and we hope you have a good time meeting our dad. Say hello to him for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well it's time for us to get a move on. My aunt Nancy is coming over tomorrow and I have to help mom clean this house up. I swear without me she'd not know how to clean properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hugs and kissies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ozzy Mom and Romeo(by protest I am adding those two!)&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/29831083-6085468791368857552?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6085468791368857552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6085468791368857552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6085468791368857552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6085468791368857552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-my-friends-well-ive-been-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SKbUQYiOGCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cHLpw7_Ssi0/s72-c/0814081245b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2419912817890260531</id><published>2008-07-31T12:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:49:44.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Jackson</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure everyone has read I wanted to send some prayers and thoughts out. Our dear friend Jackson needs prayers, love, support and hugs from all of us on the blogosphere. Mom got online today and read the emails. We're now sitting here looking gloomy and lighting a candle and asking Dad to do something to make Jackson ok again. So we're going to go say some more prayers and send some terrier hope to our friend. Please if you haven't already started say a prayer and give a thought to Jackson and the J's that he gets better and that everything will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and the J's we're sending you loads of love and kissies your way pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Romeo &amp;amp; Jen(yeah I let them share a blog with me for this occasion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SJHsitwANDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EbcqjrONM8M/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229220723494499378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SJHsitwANDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EbcqjrONM8M/s320/105.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/29831083-2419912817890260531?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2419912817890260531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2419912817890260531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2419912817890260531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2419912817890260531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-well-jackson.html' title='Get Well Jackson'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SJHsitwANDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EbcqjrONM8M/s72-c/105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-550436686006713580</id><published>2008-07-05T09:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:31:24.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th (a day late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted to wish everyone on here a happy 4th. I figured I'd take this opportunity to show you all my yard and well mom's garden. Since I've been told countless times to get out of it it's hers. Which of course I do not get. I saw that Jake and Just Harry also had to wear the bandanas to honor the holiday. I can't believe our humans would put us through such tortures. What's worse? They left us alone for a few hours last night. They went to see fireworks and what I don't get they had barbecue and yet did I see any of it? Noooo why would you want to to do that? So of course I ignored them when they got home. I mean come on you can't figure out how to bring home some goodies for me? Well I digress. Let me show you the bunny that lives in my neighborhood but rarely comes into my yard. Mom sees said bunny and we're told you don't hurt the bunny. Listen woman I hate to tell you I get loose or get let out for pee-mail and that bunny is in our yard I'm going to have to do what comes naturally. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG97-Bi8fZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/occ60cPGqlU/s1600-h/20080705_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219526798642806162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG97-Bi8fZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/occ60cPGqlU/s320/20080705_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we have all these flowers in our yard to attract the hummingbirds and butterflies. I don't like the butterflies cause I try to sniff them and they fly away. As for the hummingbirds I have seen them a few times but never long enough to get close. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG978gYAYDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VnilffZ9NMo/s1600-h/20080705_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219526772558684210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG978gYAYDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VnilffZ9NMo/s320/20080705_8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man they are fast like a terrier. Then we have our birdhouse. We've got new tennants and mom is not to sure who's living in there. You might wonder why I've allowed the birds to come live in our yard? &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG978NVVoVI/AAAAAAAAANw/38f_6fUoXVE/s1600-h/20080705_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219526767447220562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG978NVVoVI/AAAAAAAAANw/38f_6fUoXVE/s320/20080705_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well see I don't have any choice. The woman has gone bananas and says it's ok for them to live here. What you don't want to ask me first? We haven't done too many walkies since we've had back to back thunderstorms the last couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG979gBvHCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DTdxP1mU_98/s1600-h/20080705_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219526789645147170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG979gBvHCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DTdxP1mU_98/s320/20080705_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do appologize for the lack of posting but I've been posted outside on the porch watching the world just pass me by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God it's good to be a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG977z4AoPI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q7vRIWzK4xU/s1600-h/20080705_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219526760613322994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG977z4AoPI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q7vRIWzK4xU/s320/20080705_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you all had a happy 4th and that you're having a great weekend so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-550436686006713580?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/550436686006713580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=550436686006713580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/550436686006713580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/550436686006713580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-day-late.html' title='Happy 4th (a day late)'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SG97-Bi8fZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/occ60cPGqlU/s72-c/20080705_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7886095725993009887</id><published>2008-06-02T11:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:53:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our walk</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been a while since I've written just been busy and decided to let Romeo have a bit more blogging time. Well this morning has started out quite nice. We've had beautiful weather and just enjoying the day. Saturday we did another cancer walk. This one is called Mickey's Mile. We didn't take pictures as mom didn't want to try and control us while controlling a camera. But that's ok we still had fun. We got to see our friend Amanda and got some yummy treats from her store. She even told mom that she's hoping to set up a Yappy Hour in the coming months for us dogs at her store. Now that's what I'm talking about. Then yesterday mom and grandma went to our newest addition the family Keegan's baptism. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1G34HrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Mqd7reelBzs/s1600-h/for+the+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311071269363378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1G34HrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Mqd7reelBzs/s320/for+the+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was too much fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;We got left home alone with tons of treats and even a toy. Then mom and grandma bought us new harnesses since my idiot brother has to pull like a damn plough horse. Mom said she'd had it with all of the grunting and noises he makes and was getting worried he'd hurt his trachea. So this morning we got to go on a nice walk in a new park with our new harnesses. I know I don't like wearing them but honestly these bad boys were quite comfy and I like it better than having the collar being pulled when she wants to go a different way than I had planned on going. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1234HvI/AAAAAAAAANI/eFSCraUfne4/s1600-h/sniffing+ozzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311084154265330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1234HvI/AAAAAAAAANI/eFSCraUfne4/s320/sniffing+ozzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we went to the walking path that we discovered on Saturday. There was even a backwoods(as mom calls it) trail that took us in the forest and let us leave lots and lots of pee-mail. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1W34HsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l2gWWk6r8K4/s1600-h/on+duty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311075564330690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1W34HsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l2gWWk6r8K4/s320/on+duty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus there was the creek where I got to watch my brother try to go for a stick WAY bigger than him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0m34HxI/AAAAAAAAANY/7lMGGMzoMTQ/s1600-h/the+creek+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207312162191056658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0m34HxI/AAAAAAAAANY/7lMGGMzoMTQ/s320/the+creek+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun morning with mom and my brother. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1m34HtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/57RxTx_I2T0/s1600-h/ozzy+pee+mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207311079859298002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1m34HtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/57RxTx_I2T0/s320/ozzy+pee+mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom even said that this could be a new walk for us so that'll be even cooler. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0W34HwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-iSSbGfYVlI/s1600-h/the+creek+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207312157896089346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0W34HwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-iSSbGfYVlI/s320/the+creek+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer, more sniffies, and maybe new dog friends. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0234HyI/AAAAAAAAANg/XnP2ob0XyCA/s1600-h/20080602_6walk+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207312166486023970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQW0234HyI/AAAAAAAAANg/XnP2ob0XyCA/s320/20080602_6walk+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhh speaking of dog friends I ran into my old pal Kodiak on Saturday at the walk. We used to pal around some when we were both pups and haven't seen each other in a year or so. Wow he sure got bigger and was happy to see me. We played a little and smelt each other and yes I introduced him to Romeo. Of course no pictures since we didn't have the camera. Oh well. Well I'm going back on my porch to sunbath. Hope all are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7886095725993009887?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7886095725993009887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7886095725993009887' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7886095725993009887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7886095725993009887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-walk.html' title='Our walk'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SEQV1G34HrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Mqd7reelBzs/s72-c/for+the+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7093560140607381214</id><published>2008-05-05T21:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:06:39.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something that was one fun day. We got there late of course. Grandma can't seem to understand the whole time concept. You know be there at 9 does not mean be there at 9:30. We packed up the goodie bags and headed off for our walk. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-zH22_8EI/AAAAAAAAALE/6N9rV8r7YG4/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197069442575495234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-zH22_8EI/AAAAAAAAALE/6N9rV8r7YG4/s320/IMG_0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom was proud of herself she made some biscotti for all our friends and Grandma made some bandanas and our genius mom forgot to pack them up for everyone. We appologize for our women. They don't think all the time. When we finally got there we met up with Asta, Smitty, Jessie, Jeeves and Luna. We got ourselves registered and went back to chit chat. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-zIG2_8FI/AAAAAAAAALM/RhZEPJCEMeY/s1600-h/DSC_0347e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197069446870462546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-zIG2_8FI/AAAAAAAAALM/RhZEPJCEMeY/s320/DSC_0347e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off we went to walk. We got some nice weather for the walk and enjoyed ourselves. Asta was such a sweet girl. Jeeves was a quiet chap. Smitty was his usual self but Jessie was a barker. Amazingly enough we already knew that and we still think she's a cool chick. But man that Luna was a spit fire. I really think I might be in love. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7oW2_8LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/P9OQ3BZojzk/s1600-h/IMG_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197078797014266034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7oW2_8LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/P9OQ3BZojzk/s320/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Asta's mom chatted up a storm and mom actually enjoyed the conversations they were having. Which for mom is a good thing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-8fW2_8NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4CDeNsUW3JE/s1600-h/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197079741907071186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-8fW2_8NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4CDeNsUW3JE/s320/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did find out from Asta's dad that there was a walk near them in the city and you know what we are so hapy they decided to walk with us instead of those other walkers. We never would have had the pleasure of meeting them and spending time with them. We made it to the finish line and got our goodie bags. Oh my gosh we got some cool stuff for our walk. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-6W22_8HI/AAAAAAAAALc/zpTfkZNOC3w/s1600-h/DSC_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197077396854927474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-6W22_8HI/AAAAAAAAALc/zpTfkZNOC3w/s320/DSC_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we hung out and watched the poor dogs get abused by being dressed in costumes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7oG2_8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HaAR_9K4Dnc/s1600-h/IMG_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197078792719298722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7oG2_8KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HaAR_9K4Dnc/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man I felt for them. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7n22_8JI/AAAAAAAAALs/raZK7dKe0GQ/s1600-h/IMG_0104+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197078788424331410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7n22_8JI/AAAAAAAAALs/raZK7dKe0GQ/s320/IMG_0104+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then we went shopping at our favorite store Paws of Distinction. We got to see our favorite saleslady Amanda. She had some cool toys there for us to sniff and decide if we wanted to buy them. Mom said no not today. Geesh woman what is wrong with you. We were enjoying the day when they announced it was over with. Whoa where did that time go to? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-6Wm2_8GI/AAAAAAAAALU/D_9DUEs8w5E/s1600-h/DSC_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197077392559960162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-6Wm2_8GI/AAAAAAAAALU/D_9DUEs8w5E/s320/DSC_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-8f22_8OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/58ASOFQo9gw/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197079750497005794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-8f22_8OI/AAAAAAAAAMU/58ASOFQo9gw/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is pretty much our day in a nutshell. We did take alot of pictures and had blast with our new friends. We're definitely hoping to do this again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7o22_8MI/AAAAAAAAAME/ORmwHl5c5uQ/s1600-h/IMG_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197078805604200642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-7o22_8MI/AAAAAAAAAME/ORmwHl5c5uQ/s320/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a group shot minus Jessie of all of the walkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone that supported us, who showed up and walked with us and who became our friends that day.  We couldn't have asked for a better group of new friends.  Thank you all again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-7093560140607381214?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7093560140607381214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7093560140607381214' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7093560140607381214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7093560140607381214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-my-friends-let-me-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB-zH22_8EI/AAAAAAAAALE/6N9rV8r7YG4/s72-c/IMG_0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5447297918881434465</id><published>2008-05-04T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:15:54.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB571G2_8DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/T8J4FtUKoS4/s1600-h/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196727172336709682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB571G2_8DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/T8J4FtUKoS4/s320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends let me tell you that was a great day we just had. It was so great I'm already ready for bed. I'm giving the face of OMdog can we go to sleep now?! So I beg of you to forgive me but I want to go to sleep. I promise promise promise to blog tomorrow. We also want to appologize to our friends there was supposed to be bandanas in with your nice yummy treats. Mom somehow forgot to put it in with the goodie bag. So forgive us. We plan on sending along some yummies and this time including the bandana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sleepy Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-5447297918881434465?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/5447297918881434465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=5447297918881434465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5447297918881434465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5447297918881434465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-let-me-tell-you-that-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB571G2_8DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/T8J4FtUKoS4/s72-c/IMG_0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7720171997562641257</id><published>2008-05-03T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:42:28.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everypup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have exactly 12 hours until I meet the lovely Miss Asta, Luna-tic, Jeeves, Smitty, Jessie, Romeo and myself will all be in the same place for a great cause. I can't wait! The wire in me is winding up and getting ready to bounce off the walls. That might have something more to do with the nasty weather outside than the walk but I'm getting antsy. I want to walk and meet new pups and oh man I just can't wait. Mom has been busy doing this and that preparing for tomorrow. She even went to a scrapbooking party last night to prepare for tomorrow's walk. Or so she keeps telling me. She even has a dog walk bag going so that we have everything ready to go for when she wakes up in the morning. She's not the brightest bulb in the box when she's first up and with her being nervous and anxious the memory is worse than great grandma's used to be. So she's going to pack tonight and make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. She did mention the fact that she better turn her cell phone up loud cause she'll not hear it since we'll be barking like fiends. So I better get off the laptop or she will be bothering me about stuff she needs to do online before it's time for bed. So my friends until tomorrow night I hope you all have a lovely day tomorrow. I'm definitely hoping for no rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB0GSm2_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7_Z7c60p1-A/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196316461794062370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB0GSm2_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7_Z7c60p1-A/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7720171997562641257?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7720171997562641257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7720171997562641257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7720171997562641257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7720171997562641257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-almost-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s almost Sunday'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SB0GSm2_8CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7_Z7c60p1-A/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7103061972020377891</id><published>2008-04-29T15:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:47:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6lm2_79I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFM1E6kf9d0/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194755481700134866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6lm2_79I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFM1E6kf9d0/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we're counting down until Sunday. I can not wait. I get to meet so many new wires and have a great day.  Mom went out and bought herself a new camera. She's gotten on a scarpbooking kick and since we'll be meeting so many this weekend she wants to make sure she can capture as much as possible. I do have new pictures to share since well you know she's a bit obsessive about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you blame her really? I know I can't. I'm too cute to not be in pictures. We've been enjoying the lovely spring weather and just relaxing and spending time outside as much as possible. We had a blast this weekend chatting with all of our friends. That was a great idea they had for the weekend. I just wish we could remember to go to the chat room on Sunday mornings. I saw the blog that A &amp;amp; A posted about the earth dog tournament and I wish I could do something like that. I'm just not sure if I'd listen to mom well enough for it to happen. But I know Agatha is now my hero and I just might have to start listening to mom so that I can try it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMDog I didn't realize the sun was out. I hate to cut this short and in mid-sentence but I need the sun before it goes buhbye since it's been rainy and a bit chilly out today. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6mm2_7_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ULFQZzV35uk/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194755498880004082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6mm2_7_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ULFQZzV35uk/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you'll enjoy my photos. Mom sure did taking them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6m22_8AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ustH6ibszlc/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194755503174971394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6m22_8AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ustH6ibszlc/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6mW2_7-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/aHJt_jXKV5k/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194755494585036770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6mW2_7-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/aHJt_jXKV5k/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7103061972020377891?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7103061972020377891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7103061972020377891' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7103061972020377891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7103061972020377891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-my-friends-well-were-counting-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SBd6lm2_79I/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFM1E6kf9d0/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6057523953685894015</id><published>2008-04-12T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:57:55.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here we are in our new shirts. I have to say they do fit a bit snug so if you're a little chunker like my brother and me just be careful otherwise we love love love our new shirts for the walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SAFodUBhLsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/72vBedhJ8CY/s1600-h/cancer+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188543098508095170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SAFodUBhLsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/72vBedhJ8CY/s400/cancer+shirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29831083-6057523953685894015?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6057523953685894015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6057523953685894015' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6057523953685894015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6057523953685894015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-we-are-in-our-new-shirts.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/SAFodUBhLsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/72vBedhJ8CY/s72-c/cancer+shirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1919279283456896112</id><published>2008-04-03T15:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:49:57.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey have you guys heard? There's a walk going on next month for Dog Cancer and mom's list friend Pat has made a t-shirt for this walk. What's even better a part of the proceeds are going to benefit the walk. So I thought I'd post a picture of the shirts and let you know they are available through &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/&lt;/a&gt;.   Make sure you type in Wirestock in the search part of the webpage. These are some fancy shirts and what's even better they are available for us pups too! So mom has decided she is going to buy a shirt for the three of us and possibly even grandma. I can't wait even more now for this fun event to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R_U39ZGI2fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GNKBzU89L0A/s1600-h/249752396v4_150x150_Front_Color-Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112073835174386" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R_U39ZGI2fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GNKBzU89L0A/s400/249752396v4_150x150_Front_Color-Black.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best we can do for right now if mom can find a better copy of this picture she will. Have a great day friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1919279283456896112?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1919279283456896112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1919279283456896112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1919279283456896112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1919279283456896112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-have-you-guys-heard-theres-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R_U39ZGI2fI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GNKBzU89L0A/s72-c/249752396v4_150x150_Front_Color-Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8857457895705241246</id><published>2008-03-18T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:34:28.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out after much moving around in our house that mom is going away for a few days vacation.  And the worst part?  We're not going with her.  I'm sorry why am I not going with her I could care less if my brother goes with her or not but I am Oz and I should be going with her.  What if she meets another dog or what if something should happen to her and she needs a security guard?  Who is going to be there for that? &lt;br /&gt;Not me apparently.  She is apparently heading South to visit an old friend of hers.  I'm really not understanding this.  So the DogsWalk Against Cancer campaign is going well and we're hoping to have a few of our friends show up and walk with us.  I'm actually looking forward to this instead of kind of dreading it since it will be a miss my dad moment.  Thankfully Michele will be there and maybe she'll bring the kids with her.  So the countdown is on.  But I will be depressed because my mommy is going to not be home for a few days.  Ho hum time to go pout and maybe give her a guilt trip to keep her home or take me with her.  Have a good night all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8857457895705241246?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8857457895705241246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8857457895705241246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8857457895705241246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8857457895705241246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-found-out-after-much-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7797769302539427067</id><published>2008-03-15T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:32:26.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;It is my favorite time of year again. Well two of my favorite times of year again. First it is SPRING. Well almost which means no more snow and warm days out on my porch. Which in case anyone is wondering is one of the best porches we've ever had. Then comes my favorite other thing. Dogswalk Against Cancer. This year we are doing it in honor of Dad since he loved doing these things with us and last year was his first with us and he had a blast doing the walk. This was by far his favorite walk with all of us. Mom said he loved doing this walk cause of all the goodies and the nice walk it had. So please friends give in honor fo my pops. He deserves it and so do all of those animals that are suffering with cancer as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our link. &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/CommunityFundraisingPages/CFPEasternNoWrapper?px=5205003&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=11305"&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/CommunityFundraisingPages/CFPEasternNoWrapper?px=5205003&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=11305&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we want to say thank you in advance for any contribution you may give.&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7797769302539427067?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7797769302539427067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7797769302539427067' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7797769302539427067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7797769302539427067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4886047004246992659</id><published>2008-02-22T11:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:56:03.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK it's been a while I know I know and it's been a while since we got this surpirse in the mail. Mom won't leave the computer and I can't do it at night when I'm snuggling with one of the women in my life so I have found today since it is snowing out. About 2 weeks ago mom and I went to the mailbox. Mom saw this nice looking package and said ooh Ozzy it has you and Romey's name on it. So she brought it in and let us see it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R7742V7LDMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ymfRiFZlYjU/s1600-h/100_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe we got something in the mail? I know it smelled yummy and of course she just couldn't open it without a ton of pictures. Why I will never know but we must document everything. Especially when I need a cut. Oh well so there was this package and yup sure enough my name was on it. Oh man mom open it up faster. So after a few more pictures were taken to yes folks document the arrival we got it opened. Thankfully my brother did not try to wear the packaging on his head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R8GFTF7LDSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xt6OFqkGmv0/s1600-h/Ozzy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170560410252414242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R8GFTF7LDSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xt6OFqkGmv0/s320/Ozzy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was even more tantalized by the smell of this package and of course it needed more documenting. Please someone explain to her we don't need our pictures taken all of the time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R777_V7LDPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pdDTnedUqGM/s1600-h/100_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169846487903571186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R777_V7LDPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pdDTnedUqGM/s320/100_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then Romeo and I were investigating and trying to figure out how do we get the plastic open. We still can't figure that out with our everyday treats when no one is home. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R777_l7LDQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eVP9Uq7m_cg/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169846492198538498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R777_l7LDQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eVP9Uq7m_cg/s320/100_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though I admit we do try. This was by far the best yummiest tasting package we had to have ever received. Then the best part it was meat. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R775mV7LDOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RedAy0mqZew/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not too sure on the hearts but I ate them nonetheless. Romeo of course LOVED the hearts and enjoyed them like it was no body's business. Mom says he needs a diet. Then came the chicken now that I loved it was the best tasting chicken I've ever had. I do want to thank Bogart and his mom for such a yummy treat and I have to say we really did appreciate it. Then one cold day we had to go for a walk on the new Rail Trail that is right down the road from us. It's a nice paved trail that goes through farmland, lakes and forests. It's a dream come true. We can walk near the house and sniff to our hearts content and of course meet other people and their dogs. We met a few dogs that day. We also got to go with our friend Michele and her son John. Halfway through our walk we got stuck in a snow squall so mom and Michele both decided time to start heading to the car. I guess mom said warmer weather will mean longer walks. I'm not going to complain at all. I highly recommend that if you live near us you check out the rail trail for a nice sniffing walk! Here I am enjoying the new rail trail. See what I mean by the nice walk and all that lies before me for the sniffs to start? It was too much fun. The only bad thing was we had to go home early. That's all right though. There will definitely be more walks to come&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R778AF7LDRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uBd4FPCNoE8/s1600-h/100_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169846500788473106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R778AF7LDRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uBd4FPCNoE8/s320/100_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm going to get going and maybe even let Romeo post in a few. Hope you all are having a good day and will have an even better weekend. Talk to you soon. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/29831083-4886047004246992659?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4886047004246992659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4886047004246992659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4886047004246992659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4886047004246992659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-its-been-while-i-know-i-know-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R8GFTF7LDSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xt6OFqkGmv0/s72-c/Ozzy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8086663615147642421</id><published>2008-02-19T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:39:13.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom wanted me to take a moment and say give her a little while she has pictures to upload for me to provide you all with a new post so please bear with her and me. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for Romeo of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8086663615147642421?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8086663615147642421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8086663615147642421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8086663615147642421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8086663615147642421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-wanted-me-to-take-moment-and-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4595824991133343724</id><published>2008-01-31T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:18:44.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Well today is my mom's birthday and I wanted to announce it to the whole world of blogdom. She has done the awesomest thing for her birthday she took me to the park to let me run like a maniac and then she went to Petco and bought us chocolate chip cookies. They were so yummy and I enjoyed every yummy morsel. Can you believe how lucky I am to have such a mom? I got everything a pup could ask for for her birthday. Cookies, play time and plus I hear a special yummy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the party in AZ is going to be fun. I'm hoping she'll let us go but that's still to be decided if we have the luggage and if she's willing to let us leave her alone for a whole weekend. Paws crossed we'll know by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Well time to get going we're going somewhere now. Oh man what more could a pup ask for honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey birthday hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4595824991133343724?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4595824991133343724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4595824991133343724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4595824991133343724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4595824991133343724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-3644809462790213337</id><published>2007-12-29T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:33:33.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's almost the New Year and do you know I can not wait for this year to end.  Betcha can't guess why?  Today was grooming day so we went to our friend Wendy's shop and stayed all day.  Now let me just clarify for the record I did not mind being there.  Wendy is such a sweet lady and her place is always fun.  So going there is really like doggie day camp.  I mean yes I have to get groomed but she makes it so quick that it's not that bad.  Mom was even there for most of the day and had herself a good time. &lt;br /&gt;We got to watch her laugh and enjoy herself.  That's always a good thing. I even got to hang out with some German Shephard police dogs.  The bitch was not the friendliest girl around but the guy wasn't half bad.  I of course wanted to remind her who was in charge.  Mom mentioned something about her eatting me in one bite if I bothered her anymore.  Pah-lease I'm a tough pup.  The holidays weren't so bad.  Mom bought us a cheap little squeaker ball and some chewies.  Our neighbor Michelle who gives us scritchies all the time bought us a stocking with chewies in it.  Did I mention we had roast beef, mashed tatties and gravy with veggies to boot for Christmas dinner?  Oh yes I was a spoiled boy.  Mom mentioned something about maybe going to work with Wendy at her shop answering the phones.  She said we'll see but wow going to Wendy's place to work with mom?!  I hope it goes through.  Mom needs socialization just as much as I do.  HAHAHA!  Please don't tell her I typed that.  She'd have my hide for teasing her like that.  Well I'm going to go watch TV with mom.  I hear I've earned it for being a good boy today.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed themselves for the holidays and have a great New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-3644809462790213337?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/3644809462790213337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=3644809462790213337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3644809462790213337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3644809462790213337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-almost-new-year-and-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1172612930985932720</id><published>2007-12-16T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:21:16.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R2WeCQGn0iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/17AwCqxW3Wc/s1600-h/ozzyndad+pup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144691910860329506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R2WeCQGn0iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/17AwCqxW3Wc/s320/ozzyndad+pup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my daddy's 30th birthday. Mom is quiet today and trying to be ok. It's a yucky day outside. I have been snuggled up with grandma today and that's always a great thing. Romeo is of course snuggled up with mom. That's cool in alot of ways she needs to not be left alone according to grandma that is.  The picture at right is of me and dad not too long after they got me.  I like this picture because I am a skinny boy and there weren't any brothers in my life.  My dad was a cool guy and would have made this day fun for all of us.  He was just the best dad a pup could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I of course would have snuggled up with him and watched our favorite thing on TV. . . . FOOTBALL!  It was always a great thing to do and would have involved snacks.  Then there would have been cake which dad would have snuck to us while mom said babe no cake for the boys.  She was always a spoil sport that way.  Though Dad never seemed to listen to her.  No wonder she said I'm just like my father the other day.  Mom says that in honor of dad she'll make one of his favorite meals. . . . . . fried chicken.  Oh gosh I am now counting down the minutes until dinner is served.  The other day we lucked out with some yummy salmon added to our dinner.  I always enjoy the salmon filets that she throws in there from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;I have heard that if it's not too bad out tomorrow we'll go do our usual ballfield run.  I'm crossing my paws that this one actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time for my night walk and I really need to go potty.  Have a good week all.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1172612930985932720?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1172612930985932720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1172612930985932720' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1172612930985932720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1172612930985932720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R2WeCQGn0iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/17AwCqxW3Wc/s72-c/ozzyndad+pup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6571246700999430453</id><published>2007-12-02T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:42:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well it's snowing here today and mom said if it gets a bit deeper we're going for a run. I don't think we'll be going back to Vassar Farms for a while. It's been how many days since my daddy passed?   Too many and we're all healing and coping.  Mom says she knows no other way to explain it.  Life is too quiet without him.  I have no one to beat up on mom is too fragile unlike dad who'd take it and give it back.  Mom said dad would have had a blast with the snow while moaning and groaning over the fact that he'd have to shovel.  He was funny that way he'd love the way the snow'd look but HATED the cold and shovelling.  We are so overwhelmed and in awe of all the love and support we've gotten in the last few days.  Mom goes back to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm going to go and enjoy the comfy Sunday.  I've also gotta help Grandma make spaghetti sauce.  Mom's orders!  Enjoy your Sunday my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6571246700999430453?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6571246700999430453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6571246700999430453' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6571246700999430453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6571246700999430453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-snowing-here-today-and-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4890499014169652620</id><published>2007-11-25T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:57:34.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to say personally thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello all of our blogging friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Jen Ozzy and Romeo's mom.  I want to start by thanking every single one of you for all of those heartfelt wishes.  They don't replace the love of my life and my boys dad but they do help.  These last few days have been nothing but a blur and a fog to me.   I get online and read things just to take my mind off of things.  The boys of course are doing what I'm sure daddy asked them to do stick to mommy like glue.  WE were the lucky ones we knew what we had and how much we loved each other.  I am going to include his obitituary which is online.  The paper is not in my good graces right now they put in the wrong wedding date.  Mistakes happen but I have to say dang it not on my important day.  David would say typical Jen don't screw up something important to her.  My sister in law is now all alone.  David had lost his parents at age 15 &amp;amp; 16yrs old.  They were all they had left.  I feel more for her than I do for myself most times.  Life will definitely different now.  What I love most about his last day was we were doing what we loved best being outdoors with the boys walking and just being together.  Hold on to what you all have and cherish it.  Tell your loved ones you love them any chance you get we always did.  Take care all.  We'll be mind blown for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jen Ozzy &amp;amp; Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for the pasting I fixed our wedding date in true Jen fashion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David J. Kovach&lt;br /&gt;WAPPINGERS FALLS - David J. Kovach, 29, of Wappingers Falls, died November 22, 2007 at Vassar Brothers Medical Center. He had worked as a Shift Supervisor for Southeastern Container of Wappingers Falls. A local resident since 2005, he had resided previously in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. David enjoyed Florida State University football and taking his dogs, Ozzie and Romeo on long walks. Born Dec. 16, 1977 in Binghamton, NY, he was the son of James and Laura Shaut Kovach. On Jan. 19, 2007, in the Town of Poughkeepsie, he married Jennifer R. White, who survives at home. In addition to his wife, he is survived by his sister, Vicki Bransfield, Pembroke Pines, FL and several aunts and uncles. There will be no calling hours. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated 10am, Tues., Nov. 27, 2007 at St. Martin de Porres Church, Cedar Valley Road, Poughkeepsie. Burial will be at the convenience of he family. Memorial donations may be made to the American Cancer Society: Dog Walks Against Cancer, Hope Lodge, 45 Reade Place, Poughkeepsie, NY 12601. If you need directions or wish to send condolences, please visit our website at www.wmgmillerfuneralhome.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4890499014169652620?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4890499014169652620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4890499014169652620' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4890499014169652620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4890499014169652620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-wanted-to-say-personally-thank.html' title='I just wanted to say personally thank you'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4111335936954504440</id><published>2007-11-25T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:18:42.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R0kFa9iz8gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HZ5bucx0gK4/s1600-h/jen+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136642810748072450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R0kFa9iz8gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HZ5bucx0gK4/s320/jen+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I wanted to do a quick post. I wanted to thank you for the kind words they are just the nicest things we could ask for. This has been a tough time for mom she's had us crated with all our friends dropping by or when she goes out for whatever. But we did get a nice dinner of salmon and pumpkin. WOW how lucky we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom says that when things settle down she'll let me do a nice post about Dad.   We do miss him alot.  So thank you all again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4111335936954504440?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4111335936954504440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4111335936954504440' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4111335936954504440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4111335936954504440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you-all.html' title='Thank you all'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/R0kFa9iz8gI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HZ5bucx0gK4/s72-c/jen+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4823174202484294748</id><published>2007-11-17T04:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T04:40:18.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends it is I the birthday boy!  Mom won't tell me what my day will entail but I have to say I am sure it will be fun.   My brother and I have been having a blast playing around and fighting ok the good fighting as mom puts it not the one that gets me my muzzle on.  I do remember last year we ended up getting Romeo for my birthday and I have to admit I really hope I'm not getting another sibling for this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez I've been busted mom must have thought I was just wandering the house.  I gotta go snuggles with her now.  Have a great day all.  I know I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy the birthday pup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4823174202484294748?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4823174202484294748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4823174202484294748' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4823174202484294748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4823174202484294748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-friends-it-is-i-birthday-boy-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6681852838910363482</id><published>2007-11-01T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:43:48.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally found some time to get on here. Mom has sent a very revealing picture of me to our friends at the Wire Fox Terrier lists. I'm not too pleased with this so I figured I'd counter balance this with posting the picture here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes my brother was the cop and for some reason which I'm not too sure on I am a convict. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RyoBNCAZsAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ue1rcV8sB9w/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127912449103212546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RyoBNCAZsAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ue1rcV8sB9w/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are they trying to say I'm perpetually bad? I'm really not sure. The guy holding the leashes is of course my father who is a huge FSU fanatic. Mom bought him the shirt and is getting ready to buy him his latest shirts from them. In this photo we were all in New Paltz for our friends at Paws of Distinction's annual Halloween Parade. We had such a great time. People kept coming up and saying how cute we were. Not to mention one lady took a picture of us. How cool is that? We also did the local rail trail which was right next door to the store. It was awfully muggy that day. Mom says that we will be able to go on our own rail trail in the near future near us. Apparently there is one opening up next month and mom is going to the groundbreaking ceremony tomorrow. How cool is that going to be? She promises walkies as often as possible and weather permitting. I did mention the new bed we got for the new home right? Well here is the latest picture of us snuggled up in our beds while they are watching TV and obviously taking pictures of us.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RyoAPiAZr-I/AAAAAAAAAII/dWlzUjaK8fk/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127911392541257698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RyoAPiAZr-I/AAAAAAAAAII/dWlzUjaK8fk/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are a bit obsessed with taking our pictures lately. I really don't get it. If you're wondering about the blanket it's usually used to cover up Romeo he's a bit odd that way and likes to be covered and burrowed under the blankets. Go figure. He's a bit odd that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom has even mentioned to dad that now that we have this camcorder we should figure out how to get it to load onto our computer. Oh geez not another thing to have lugged around. I am a bit scraggly looking but I hear I am due for a visit to my friend the groomer. Mom assures me it's only for a light trim down since I'll need my fur this winter to keep warm. Thank goodness. She's even adamant that Grandma not be allowed to try grooming me or to let me get cut short like last year in the freezing cold. I am sooo thankful for that. That was not fun last year and mom has learned not to listen to my grandmother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm outta here I would like to get my daily run in and mom hates to be kept waiting. Take care all and hope you had a Happy Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6681852838910363482?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6681852838910363482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6681852838910363482' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6681852838910363482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6681852838910363482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-my-friends-i-have-finally-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RyoBNCAZsAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ue1rcV8sB9w/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7906118743288155390</id><published>2007-10-17T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:54:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I was checking out Butchy &amp;amp; Snickers blog and saw this challenge and thought I'd do it.  It's 8 Random Facts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love salads if mom is having one for herself she knows to throw in extra for me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am a true snuggler.  If there is a lap or a bed with someone snoozing I am right there.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am addicted to the water.  I love showers, hoses, sinks, any kind of running water I am there trying to get my drink on.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have ripped 2 shower curtains since moving into our new home.  I am sitting in that shower waiting for the water to be turned on for me.  Mom isn't too happy with me over that one.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to play tug in the park with mom.  She has one of those rope tugs and I am a freak and pull until I can't pull no more.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I know when there is fish in the house.  I hear that wrapper opening and I know we are getting fish for that nights dinner. &lt;br /&gt;7.  I am a total social butterfly.  I can't help I might growl and bark but I love meeting new people and pups.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I was Moses when my breeder named me then Great Grandma wanted to call me Oscar but decided for some reason on Ozzy and G Grandma loved that name even more.  I miss my Great Grandma soo much.&lt;br /&gt;So those are my 8 random facts.  I know not that big of information but hey they're my bits of information.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone cause I'm sure most of my friends have already been tagged.  Have a good day all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7906118743288155390?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7906118743288155390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7906118743288155390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7906118743288155390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7906118743288155390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-was-checking-out-butchy-snickers.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4488169409644489381</id><published>2007-10-15T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:12:14.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RxQdTct59fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/q23tyHz0Qvw/s1600-h/picture+from+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121750896190551538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RxQdTct59fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/q23tyHz0Qvw/s320/picture+from+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to check in and say hello. Seems my baby brother has been hogging the computer lately. That's fine whatever keeps him occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Grandma have been having fun browsing around and shopping. I'm not sure what the fun is in that idea but I guess. Mom did find this cool picture in this book about dogs that she had to snap while out at a local store. I know that pose sure looks similar to what I do when they're playing fetch with me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RxQdTst59gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wmaQliNrMFM/s1600-h/cookie+jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121750900485518850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RxQdTst59gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wmaQliNrMFM/s320/cookie+jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Grandma found this cool treat jar that they swear is one of us wire fox terriers. I gotta say it sure does look like it. Mom appologizes for the poor quality she was tired which equals her eyes were tired but I kept bugging and bugging for her to take the picture so I could share with all of you.  Well I better make this a quick post.  She just said bed time and I gotta agree with her.  Have a good night all.  I promise to post more in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4488169409644489381?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4488169409644489381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4488169409644489381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4488169409644489381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4488169409644489381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-wanted-to-check-in-and-say-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RxQdTct59fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/q23tyHz0Qvw/s72-c/picture+from+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5336070960641983008</id><published>2007-09-29T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:39:00.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well we're all nice and moved in. Our neighborhood is nice and quiet which means I have to bark to shake things up. Mom, Dad and Grandma have been sick for the last week or so wtih head colds. So ths whole moving in and cleaning thing has not been anyones favorite thing to do. I have to admit I am overwhelmed with new things. I have not one but two showers for me to drink from. Of course we got moved in and mom seemed to find time for a bath for me. I told her numerous times I'm a clean puppy but she kept saying new house clean Oz. Geesh I don't know if that's what I would call a good thing. So you all remember my nemesis Gulliver from my old walkies? Well mom still gets e-mails from that group and it seems Gulliver has some aggression issues and went after a fellow dog walker. Mom then told Dad and Grandma who both concurred they saw that one coming. I guess it's a good thing we don't do the walkies anymore. Though I do miss most of the other pups mom says she couldn't risk something like that happening between the three of us. Yep three gotta include my baby brother. So we're getting along for the most part. Grandma is just expecting a fight to happen any minute. Mom keeps telling her to relax on that but I guess she's got reason according to mom she does. So we have found a cool park around the block that mom lets us run around in since it's fenced in. She takes us seperately to give us quality mom and pup time. It's such a blast sniffing and sniffing and of course chasing the balls that she constantly throws for me. I also have this cool desk to type at that is in our den. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rv77jcWy4fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YqUHLq-E5M4/s1600-h/ozzy+at+the+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115802813065257458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rv77jcWy4fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YqUHLq-E5M4/s320/ozzy+at+the+desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is a picture of me at my new desk.  Mom had some water and her magazines out since she was going to relax while I typed away.  I guess there's even talk of going to one of Bussie's chat Sunday's.  Maybe once we're all settled in.  Mom bought us a new bed since we only had one and I wasn't sharing with Romeo.  Hey can ya blame me?  I was an only child for the first 9 months that I lived with them.  I know the new beds aren't all that to brag about but I like it and it's comfy.  Mom's first meal for us was our yummy salmon.  Mom on occasion will buy us a piece of salmon that she cooks up and throws in with our dinner.  It is the yummiest thing especially since I haven't had it in a couple of months.  Yes I know I'm a spoiled pup.  But I deserve it don't I?  Oh and the best part of the new house?  Besides the two showers is I get to sleep with my parents or grams in one bed and with my brother.  It is such a comfy bed and mom snuggles so well.  Especially when daddy is working at night.  So that's life so far in our new home.  Mom promises more pictures soon.  But she thought you guys might like to remember what I look like since it's been so long since we've posted a picture.  Oh have I told you?  Mom got one of those blasted camera cell phones and a camcorder.  I'm not sure if this is a good idea on their part or not.  We'll soon find out.  Well I'm going to go snuggle with mom.  Take care my frineds and enjoy your weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-5336070960641983008?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/5336070960641983008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=5336070960641983008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5336070960641983008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5336070960641983008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-were-all-nice-and-moved-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rv77jcWy4fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YqUHLq-E5M4/s72-c/ozzy+at+the+desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-770134575658141889</id><published>2007-09-26T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:57:43.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I just wanted to do a quick update with promises of pictures and more details in the near future but we ARE MOVED IN!!!  Mom thought she'd let me get online and let all of our friends know.  Romeo says hello too!  More soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-770134575658141889?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/770134575658141889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=770134575658141889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/770134575658141889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/770134575658141889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-i-just-wanted-to-do-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-368067794541535223</id><published>2007-09-12T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:58:16.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning blogger fans!  It is I Ozzy posting for myself since mom bought herself a laptop.  She got tired of hearing my complaints on the front of not being able to post.  Fine and dandy with me I'd had it with her lack of wanting to blog for me.  So let me start by saying we are almost out of the lovely Days Inn.  I admit there service and friendliness is admittedly warming and kind.  But they don't let me in the pool or in the hotel's main building to get online.  We did make it to the fun filled HOT day at Bowdoin Parks' Paws in the Park.  Mom would like to emphasize that they should have it in a cooler month or earlier in the day.   Because quite honestly we didn't need to sweat our little butts off.  We left early because it was just too hot and we didn't like the idea of the real walk starting at 2p.m.  What kind of craziness is that?   We did meet our list friends Joanne, Smitty, and his sister Jessie.  What a cool pair they are.  Their mom took a picture of us together hanging out and once mom gets some extra free time she'll download it onto the computer for us.   I got to try out the agility course and man that was SO MUCH FUN!!!  Mom and grandma both say that next class we'll sign me up for sure.  Right now life and money's a little tight.   That's cool I can sympathize with that.  We've been doing alot of walks like I mentioned earlier and Grandma decided that she'd go out of her way and buy us a camcorder.  Once the 'rents figure out how to put it online we'll be showing some of our antics.   What more could a bunch of my fans ask for?!  LOL  Well I'm hoping that this cool weather keeps up so we can enjoy a few days out and about mom is not the biggest fan of the humidity.  I saw a bunch of new games out there on my friends blogs and I think when I get some more online time I will jump at the chance to do a few of them.  Happy Birthday and Adoption day to anyone that I've missed.   I hope you had the bestest day ever!   Mom had a reality check on Saturday when she realized that I'll be 2 in November.  That's right woman I am growing up!  Mom did find out that her computer has a webcam and she's not quite sure how to use it but alas once she does she guarantees there'll be pics of me and my brother.  Who by the way I am getting along really well with right now.  He's really not that bad and is learning that I'm alpha dog in this pack.  Umm sorry Mom is ehh I'll let her think that.  Well it's a beautiful day let me get outside and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-368067794541535223?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/368067794541535223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=368067794541535223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/368067794541535223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/368067794541535223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-morning-blogger-fans-it-is-i-ozzy.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4218252149716481645</id><published>2007-09-01T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:05:58.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well we did the New Paltz Craft Show today and I admit it wasn't my cup of tea but it was a fun time and quite interesting.  We met a couple that had a girl WFT like us but she passed away.  Mom said she was almost in tears remembering her little girl.  I don't like to see humans cry it's just not a good thing.  We're gearing up for our annual Pawswalk in the Park for our local SPCA.  Mom and dad already have us registered and we're counting down the days until next Saturday to go.  I had a blast last year and can't wait for the fun this year.  Mom keeps trying to figure out how to sneak us in so that we can go swimming but she's not really trying to get us in trouble.  Romeo did have to go the vet and his itchies have subsided and it seems mine have kicked in.  Gosh there's something wrong with brotherly love when you gotta share the itchies.  The walks at Vassar have been a blast and so have the walks at Mills Mansion.  Mom is hoping that our friend Smitty will be at the dogswalk next weekend.  We're also looking forward to the Montgomery NY dog day.  I'm hoping to score lots of goodies next weekend that's for sure.  Well I hate to cut this short but there is a time limit and I just wanted to let all of my friends know the goings on and that we're all ok.  Thanks for the comments. &lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4218252149716481645?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4218252149716481645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4218252149716481645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4218252149716481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4218252149716481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-we-did-new-paltz-craft-show-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4865096607311147980</id><published>2007-08-13T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:06:55.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting via mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm happy to report that Ozzy and Romeo have been in the room enjoying their time together NOT fighting.  Though I admit that my fingers are crossed everyday that they don't pick today to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm posting what Ozzy has written for me to post since he is not allowed in the main portion of the hotel where the computer is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to start my posting by saying thank you for all the kind wishes.  Living in this one LITTLE room has been tolerable but I must agree with my father it is time for our own home.  We're are getting closer to a lovely home with a small yard but like mom pointed out to dad it is a home and it has a yard.  I admit it does have a nice front porch that we plan on making accessible to me and Romeo.  Oh how I can't wait.  Now I wanted to post pictures to show everyone that we are alive and well and not locked in some little crate but they don't allow that here.  That's fine so long as mom can post what I've written for her.  Now the perks of this room.  Mom has found a huge place for us to walk around in called Vassar College.  It is a nice looking old college with loads of bunnies and squirrels to chase around ( I did that for you Jackson)and lots of people who think we are the cutest things ever and they have to just pet us.  Mom says whatever works so long as we don't become rude.  We have found this cool trail to walk everyday that has a big open field that I'm not allowed to run around in circles with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(mom:that's cuz they end up fighting that way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after we leave there we head over to the wooden bridge that leads us to this really cool dirty pond that I keep hearing NO OZZY!  Geesh what are you doing mom abusing me?  Then we head to another trail to this place mom and dad call the swamp we explore like a couple of terriers that are trying to anything we can.  Mom loves this part because she swears there could be something that could jump out and attack us.  HA I dare it to.  Then we head over to where this formal garden is mom usually just looks at all the pretty plants in there.  Romeo and I let her have her way since she's letting us sniff to our hearts content.  I hope you don't mind my detailed report but since no pictures I gotta make sure you get a good idea of how fun it is.  Then Sunday Mom and Dad get up early and leave us for the whole day with grandma who doesn't go anywhere like they do.  But they did come back from Atlantic City with two cheeseburgers for us.  So I guess all is forgiven.  I would love to tell you all that I get to go in the pool but alas they say I'm not allowed in something about me being unsanitary.  Whatever that is supposed to mean.&lt;/span&gt;  Saturday though we did get to go to Mills Mansion and we swam for a good 30 minutes.  Anything is better than no swimming at all.  So that's my story and mom says we'll be doing Romeo's blog later she doesn't want to use up too much of the computer time if someone else wanted to us it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ozzy   &amp;amp; Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4865096607311147980?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4865096607311147980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4865096607311147980' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4865096607311147980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4865096607311147980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/08/posting-via-mom.html' title='Posting via mom'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1844148588901995561</id><published>2007-08-05T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:07:34.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be MIA for a few weeks due to the fact that our home is now sold and we are moving out tomorrow August 6th.  We are moving into a Days Inn for the time being hopefully be out of there on September 1st.  We're not sure really but wanted to let my friends know.  Mom says she's able to check our sites and what not from the hotel's computer room but otherwise I will not be able to do my usual blogging.  Take care, enjoy your summer, try to behave(mom has that drilled into my head!).  I will be back shortly hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1844148588901995561?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1844148588901995561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1844148588901995561' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1844148588901995561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1844148588901995561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/08/going-away-for-while.html' title='Going away for a while'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8981238914176300205</id><published>2007-08-02T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:35:29.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I figured I'd post and ease everyone's concerns.  We've gotten better and are trying to not fight.  I for one have had it with those muzzles and I know Romeo certainly has.  We went for a evening walk last night at our second favorite place Vassar Farms.  Mom wanted something for us to do and also wanted water but it was too close to Mills closing time for us to drive way up there.  Well the four of us got there and mom admired the deer and their babies.  Yeah yeah whatever I want to walk.  They had a local schools football practice going on so dad just watched remembering his old high school football days.  Then came the real fun.  We got to chase after bunnies.  Now before people start complaining it's cruel I want to say this Dad made sure we didn't get close enough which sucks for us but is GREAT for the bunnies.  Besides like mom said they were going to hop away anyways.  Mom saw the first one handed dad the leads and off we went to go chase our first bunny.  Then around the corner we went and we got to chase 5 more bunnies.  Oh what fun that was.  Now if I could have just caught one.  I don't think I'd know what to do but dang it I'd try.  I have to say that walk last night was a blast.  So that's my story.  This heat is brutal and I have heard rumors of going for a swim later today.  My paws are crossed.  I'm outtie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8981238914176300205?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8981238914176300205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8981238914176300205' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8981238914176300205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8981238914176300205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-figured-id-post-and-ease-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-975623159473992320</id><published>2007-07-26T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:24:40.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I have to announce we're in the doghouse.  Mom and Grams are upset with me and Romeo.  This morning mom took us out for a bit of running around in circles to have some fun.  Well I was in a funky mood and my brother plucked a nerve and I decided to attack him.  I can't help it the kid just kept bugging me.  So we fought.  Mom and Grandma had to pull us apart.  So we're stuck with our muzzles on our faces until I dunno when.  This is not fair.  I want it off and she just keeps saying "Nope sorry bud you don't know how to behave!"  What's worse?  She's got worse puppydog eyes than me or my brother.  I'm gonna go lay back down.  This can't last long I promise to not fight anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-975623159473992320?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/975623159473992320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=975623159473992320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/975623159473992320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/975623159473992320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-i-have-to-announce-were-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4118719080137650598</id><published>2007-07-25T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:20:27.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I can't believe what a fun few days we've had here at my home. First let me show you what was landing in my park which is just up the street from my home. Now I'm not sure if this was a cake for Axel's mom's Bday or what but it sure was neat to see. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgETzF9G2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aZBBbthNOYA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091324116921555810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgETzF9G2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aZBBbthNOYA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgEVzF9G3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/i0qIAU7l01U/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091324151281294194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgEVzF9G3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/i0qIAU7l01U/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there were other balloons floating around near my home too and I just thought they were the coolest things to see. So then the fun came Tuesday morning when we heard the famous phrase "let's go boys time for a car ride!" Well let me tell you something that is definitely music to my ears. WE got to go to our favorite place Mills Mansion. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkTF9GyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ab45O7SZ2mU/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091323300877769506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkTF9GyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ab45O7SZ2mU/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh the fun we had running around and smelling and SWIMMING! We got to swim and cool off. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkzF9G0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Ec82wp1Vc0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091323309467704130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkzF9G0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Ec82wp1Vc0/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The walk was a blast we got to smell some lovely spots and I even tried to eat some goose poop. Yep that didn't go over well. But I did get to take a spin around the giant lawn oh I wish we could have gone free and ran around that big lawn. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkzF9GzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lxWhMcGDumE/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091323309467704114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDkzF9GzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lxWhMcGDumE/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom says you can see a smile on my face.  I don't see it any but then again I'm not really sure if I see it myself.  This is the most fun I could have had all day.  Swimming and running around in a circle.  Over and over again.  Well folks I'm going to enjoy my evening.  Have a good week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDlDF9G1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MZMGDCCphsA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDlDF9G1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MZMGDCCphsA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091323313762671442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgDlDF9G1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MZMGDCCphsA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4118719080137650598?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4118719080137650598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4118719080137650598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4118719080137650598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4118719080137650598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-i-cant-believe-what-fun-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RqgETzF9G2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aZBBbthNOYA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-607313448786155736</id><published>2007-07-15T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:49:27.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sorry for not posting in a while and being lax in my postings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm sure if you read my brother's blog you know all about our day. So let me tell you about our night. Tonight was bath night. After dad abandonded us by going to work we got suckered into taking a bath. Now normally I don't mind taking a bath but I just had one earlier by swimming in that lovely cool river. Mom said we stunk and we needed soap and water. I swear I don't know what that woman is talking about. So of course after a bath it's time for brushing. She's gotta find a better brush than that. That is just not a nice brush and she even said I know Oz I know. Well good now stop brushing us! But oh no she's gotta finish this mission.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I'm posting some pictures of myself and of my brother. Enjoy!  I know I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY38_EV_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3YMM8tSIwE/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087617184843454450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY38_EV_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3YMM8tSIwE/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will notice that I have a much more nicer beard than my brother.  His is scruffy looking while mine is more fuller and fluffier.  Mom wishes his would turn out like mine.  Poor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY3s_EV-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/c0J9Io_Nq40/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087617180548487138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY3s_EV-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/c0J9Io_Nq40/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom loves this picture of us.  Can't say that I blame her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY38_EWAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LppAaHrjmI/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087617184843454466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY38_EWAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LppAaHrjmI/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thankfully bath night is over!  Everyone enjoy their week.  Stay cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-607313448786155736?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/607313448786155736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=607313448786155736' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/607313448786155736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/607313448786155736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-friends-im-sorry-for-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RprY38_EV_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3YMM8tSIwE/s72-c/127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4957397410662236238</id><published>2007-07-04T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:23:57.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace" src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/july4th14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just wanted to take some time out and wish everyone of my friends out there a very Happy 4th of July. Even if you don't celebrate it I say go ahead and throw some burgers on the grill and celebrate along with America. What can I say I'll take any excuse to have mom throw an extra burger on the grill for me. I hope all of you have a safe enjoyable holiday. I do want to appologize for my lack of blogging but I've been busy with stuff around the house I promise to post soon and with pictures. Enjoy your 4th,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-4957397410662236238?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4957397410662236238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4957397410662236238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4957397410662236238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4957397410662236238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-wanted-to-take-some-time-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-6764962512412018975</id><published>2007-06-22T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:10:50.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gus's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; has this neat game going and I thought it might be fun to play along.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(I had to edit the she that I had copied from Gussies page in order to fix that fact that I had HIM mentioned as a she.  I am so sorry my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Your age? According to my ticker I am 1 yr 7 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Your age when came to live with your people? 4 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now? Well I haven’t gotten a new one like my brother but it’s still my old scruffy looking blue with different color stripes on it. I do like it though it is my fav with a matching leash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with? Oooooh, my groomer whom I’ll be seeing next weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. How much do you weigh? This is not something I wish to disclose since I’m a poofball but (hangs head in shame)29lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up? Ohh my mom’s good pair of shoes. Or I have torn apart grandma’s bed before. Litterally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Do you like other Dogs? Usually. It also depends on that dogs ‘tude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Who is your best non-human friend? My brother Romeo. Though it used to be Oreo the schnauzer but he’s been a little aggressive lately and I’m not feeling that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls? Squeaky toys like that’s a choice really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Do you like to be brushed? I do actually though don’t tell mom. I just hate it when she hits my darn knots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Peanut Butter or Cheese? No no I don’t choose between them two. It’s both and sometimes together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Do your people cut your toenails? Yes mom is a tad anal over the nail length. Dad says she’s braver than him since I do growl and show my ferocious teeth the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Any formal education? Yes, I did have some formal education though she says it doesn’t show. What does my mom know anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny? You know, I can be either, depending on my mood. I like Gussie’s answer here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Five nicknames your people call you . Oh geez really? I must admit to these things? Mom calls me baby boy, fatbutt(though she has no room to talk),gram calls me toughie dad calls me vicious killer and oh yes my favorite mama’s boy. Did I mention snugglebuddy too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. What is your best trick? Oh I am a pro at catching my toys when thrown to me mom says that’s a feat in itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Do you like kitties? Oh I miss my kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. What did you have for breakfast? I’m still waiting for breakfast. We’re doing a big dinner so I must wait since mom wants to get my weight down before we move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)? I am the ferocious Oz so of course I can. I’ve killed a mole and hated the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;20. When &amp;amp; why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.? 3 months ago for my check up and shots. God I hate going.&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you sleep at night? It depends some nights I share the bed downstairs with grandma, other nights I snuggle with my mom. Oh and sometimes dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Do you like to swim? Swim? God I LOVE TO SWIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Can you make puppies? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Do you give kisses? Yes, to my mommy, daddy, and grandma. Though I do sometimes give them freely to strangers just not as much as my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Can you potty on command? Nope though they wish I would learn that trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. To Cuz or not to Cuz? I’m sorry what’s a CUZ? I’ve read of these things yet I the spoiled puppy do not know what they are nor do I own one. I must bother mommy or daddy for one to see how long it would take me to kill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you would like to do your own please feel free to I'm sure Romeo will be doing one later this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-6764962512412018975?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/6764962512412018975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=6764962512412018975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6764962512412018975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/6764962512412018975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-reading-guss-blog-and-she-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1165585776189152171</id><published>2007-06-04T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:07:12.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a weekend I had. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMM3Bt2vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EeyDeLrgvUw/s1600-h/the+boys+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333232883489522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMM3Bt2vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EeyDeLrgvUw/s320/the+boys+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went and celebrated Beacon Barks on Saturday in that sweltering heat. Mom was good she only kept us there for an hour and kept us very hydrated. We got to watch a pup parade and enjoy some other doggies. I don't have many pictures for the simple fact that Mom was too busy keeping an eye on us and making sure we were drinking enough. It was such a good idea and I'm sure if they did it earlier in the year say May or maybe even October it would have had such a better turn out but geesh in was in the 90's on Saturday. We went to Beacon Barkery to get some goodies. Mom said it was too packed and why didn't they have the AC on with the door closed? I thought she had a very good point seeing as most of the stores that did have AC also had their doors open so mom and I both thought it was a bit silly to have the AC on and yet not have a cool place for us pups and our owners. We got to meet a bunch of pugs and some very nice people. Mom got a good kick out of me rolling around on the cool blacktop getting dirty while she talked to a petfood representative. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMMnBt2uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eHfJx7LlvAA/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333228588522210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMMnBt2uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eHfJx7LlvAA/s320/the+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a feeling we'll be switching to this yummy food we tried Saturday night. (THAT LEG YOU SEE IS ACTUALLY MY DAD'S)That's all right with me I liked it and it has some plant in it to make my brothers butt not stink as much. Yes I do have a bed of roses for a butt I don't care what my folks say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE were hoping to see our friends from Paws of Distinction but they just weren't there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But as we were getting done with our day we found a nice yummy ice cream shop called Jane's. They had some yummy vanilla ice cream and even some hot dogs that if were ready would have been in my tummy since proceeds went to local shelters. I'm such a philanthropist. So we got back into the truck and dad cranked on the AC and Romeo and I both laid down on the back seat with the AC blowing right on us. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMM3Bt2wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gaH9dbNkRvk/s1600-h/the+boys+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333232883489538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMM3Bt2wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gaH9dbNkRvk/s320/the+boys+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then Sunday we got to enjoy a bit of off lead time while my brother was inside suffering. Mom was cooking on the grill and she asked if I wanted to go out so of course I complied I mean what dog is that crazy to say no to their mom and some outside time? Well she checked saw that I was the only pup out and I heard my favorite words "go for it big boy!" Now that was heaven. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMNHBt2xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ikcBAIc4Lz8/s1600-h/the+boys+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333237178456850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMNHBt2xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ikcBAIc4Lz8/s320/the+boys+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But even better than that? Mom's famous cheeseburgers with some frenchyme fries. Oh what a lucky pup I was to have a yummy yummy dinner. Then I got to sleep with my parents while my brother slept with grandma and I got a chewy all to myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was one spoiled pup this weekend. Rowdy did win the photo contest which is great news! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMNXBt2yI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/brUrbEH6sDo/s1600-h/the+boys+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072333241473424162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMNXBt2yI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/brUrbEH6sDo/s320/the+boys+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it is now Monday night and my dad is at work. Mom is right Monday's stink after having dad off for 3 days straight. Romeo got to wear the traditional birthday scarf which I think is only fitting since no one warned me and I had to suffer through the day with that thing on. Oh well I see a comfy spot next to my brother in bed that I think I better go occupy. Have a good week all. Mom's gonna be busy job hunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1165585776189152171?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1165585776189152171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1165585776189152171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1165585776189152171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1165585776189152171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-weekend-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RmSMM3Bt2vI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EeyDeLrgvUw/s72-c/the+boys+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2992002017068857905</id><published>2007-05-22T14:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:29:01.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have yet another favor to ask of all my blogger friends out there.  Our friend Rowdy a German Shepard Pup is in a contest and we need your help to cast your vote for Rowdy.  Now I'm not sure what he wins but hey who wouldn't want to win a photo contest?  I know I would.  So please please please vote for Rowdy.  Here is his Mom Joan's email to our list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi everyone!! I was wondering if you could do me a big favor? I entered my German Shepherd Rowdy in a photo contest and would really appreciate it if you would go and vote for him. The address is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snobbydogs.com/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.snobbydogs.com/index.cfm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get to that site, on the left hand side of the page, click on "photo contest". On that page Rowdy is about 3/4 of the way down in the dog pictures. His name is beside his photo. Under his pic, click on "enlarge this photo". On the left side of that page, click on "Vote for this month's winner". I hope you will vote for him for me, this is his very first contest!! Thanks to anyone who votes, I appreciate it!!!Love,Joan, Danny &amp; Rowdy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So thanks for doing this for me and I swear it won't cost you a thing like my last favor!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-2992002017068857905?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2992002017068857905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2992002017068857905' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2992002017068857905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2992002017068857905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-yet-another-favor-to-ask-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-379277214880328146</id><published>2007-05-20T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:16:11.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First let me start my blog out by saying Fufu I will miss you my friend.  I hope you're having fun at the bridge.  Secondly let me say my baby brother will be a year old on the 27th.  God I hope when he turns a year they don't bring home another surprise like they did when I turned a year.  I hit a year and BOOM I have a younger brother.  We went and saw my friends this weekend at Paws of Distinction.  What a good time it is to see my buddies.  Grandma's not happy with me I kept barking all weekend long.  Well so she says.  I think I only barked a few times.  Mom and dad took us out with them this weekend and we had some fun rides even though the rain kept coming and the clouds blocked the sun.  We even got to go see the "new place".  Now I don't know for certain what this is but mom kept saying Oz I want this to be our new home.  So I guess she wants it.  Hopefully dads right and whatever mommy wants mommy gets.  I heard from my friend that we will be in some ads for our favorite store.  I'm soo for that that I signed my paw agreeing to the whole deal.  We also went to the new barkery we have around here.  It's called Beacon Barks and it was a nice place.  We got a new brush out of the deal and some treats.  Mom's more happy over the brush than I am but that's nothing new.  Her and dad went to see Shrek 3.  They both seemed to like it and mom is in love with the dronkey's.  She's silly that way.  Dad said if it wasn't supposed to rain tonight we would have gone to the drive-in and watched it with them but they did indoor movies instead.  Fine I'll make sure we go see some other movie with them.  I've got at least 3 more months of drive in movies to go.  Ahh the drive-in movies.  I get to see the latest feature, smell the newest smells and get treats along with them.  What more could a pup ask for?  I'm sure I could think of something but I'll take this for now.  Well I hate to cut this short but I see my brother trying to take my spot in bed.  Mom also said it's time for bed.  Have a good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-379277214880328146?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/379277214880328146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=379277214880328146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/379277214880328146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/379277214880328146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-let-me-start-my-blog-out-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1745511255238027476</id><published>2007-05-07T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:15:11.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a fun day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First let me say thank you to all that donated in our honor. We are official members of the Golden Bone club and like mom said it went to a great cause. We did get groomed at our favorite place the Little Tin Tub in Wappingers Falls NY. She is the nicest lady and lets us run around and play with the other dogs. But we had to get crated Saturday because she had the police dogs there and didn't want anything bad to happen. I totally understand they're doing a real job and can sometimes be not so friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now onto the more important business at hand. I just want to say that getting up at 5:45 am is not my cup of tea. I don't know why the 'rents got up quite so early but they did. Mom proceeded to give puke boy oops I mean Romeo his Dramamine so that he'd have it digested by the time we hit the road. Good thinking Mom. She then proceeded to walk us and make herself coffee and then it was off to the shower where she and I have our morning ritual of taking a shower together. I can't help it I've done it since I first moved in with them. Then we got the SUV packed for the ride. Of course we had to make a stop at Starbuck's because mom can't live without that morning jolt when she gets up a God knows what hour HER quote not mine. Off we went again. Let me say the ride down was beautiful. Nice area to go for a visit anytime. Puke Boy survived! My brother is such a wimp when it comes to car rides that mom wasn't sure how he'd handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then mom got the camera out of the bag and her and dad proceeded to let us out of the car to get our sniffing on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FFloNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/os52fyA-A3k/s1600-h/the+boys+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974600307979410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FFloNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/os52fyA-A3k/s320/the+boys+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh man all those doggies and things falling to the ground. Romie of course puked three times from the excitement. Mom says he's a sensitive terrier and I should be nice. We checked in and found out thanks to the recalls there would be no snackies for doggies this year. GRRR I should bite those ba$tards on the butt for ruining my treat day! We then walked around and checked out the sites. We did score a new toothbrush. I don't see mom doing that but hey we've got it if she dares to try it. We ran into our friends from Paws of Distinction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh man I got an AWESOME new shirt from them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_F1loNNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6wWG47OEQ3I/s1600-h/the+boys+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974613192881362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_F1loNNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6wWG47OEQ3I/s320/the+boys+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the back it says SECURITY which of course I am. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FVloNKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4bKDVI_-kRo/s1600-h/the+boys+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974604602946722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FVloNKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4bKDVI_-kRo/s320/the+boys+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did have coupons for free cookies for our next trip to their store. I'm there the next day dad has off. So we met up with some awesome dogs. I swear I thought I saw my love Shayna there but alas it was just an impostor. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FlloNLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MI_A0gJNAvI/s1600-h/the+boys+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974608897914034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FlloNLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MI_A0gJNAvI/s320/the+boys+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then saw another wire there that was dressed as a ladybug. Mom tried to take a picture but she wouldn't stay still. Must be the wire in her. Then we got to the starting line and met up with this really nice pit bull bitch. She was so much fun to play with. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AI1loNQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DziNhym4T6M/s1600-h/the+boys+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061975764244116738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AI1loNQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DziNhym4T6M/s320/the+boys+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom said she would have loved to have had a leash like she had with the hearts on it. Then POW off we went to walk for cancer! It was a nice walk around Hessian Lake. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FlloNMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kHpj78bmCgw/s1600-h/the+boys+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061974608897914050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FlloNMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kHpj78bmCgw/s320/the+boys+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom stopped to take a picture of me on the rock but this kid kept getting in her way so she said screw it. We went back to walking. The end goody bag was the best ever. We got frisbees, a soccer ball, squeaker toys and some other stuff. We then decided to grab a bite to eat. Now I had a hot dog and I kept asking Romeo and mom if they were actually dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom told me they were not. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AIlloNOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XGT9_lwjOpI/s1600-h/the+boys+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061975759949149410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AIlloNOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XGT9_lwjOpI/s320/the+boys+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good because I don't think that'd be nice to eat my own kind. Dad shared a cheeseburger with me Mom doesn't know that though. We strolled around some more and decided time to go. The ride home going past West Point Academy was breathtaking. We then got home and went to bed for a nice long nap. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AIlloNPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2Ss3710xIoQ/s1600-h/the+boys+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061975759949149426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj_AIlloNPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2Ss3710xIoQ/s320/the+boys+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank you all again for the donations and moral support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-1745511255238027476?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1745511255238027476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1745511255238027476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1745511255238027476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1745511255238027476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-what-fun-day.html' title='Oh what a fun day!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rj-_FFloNJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/os52fyA-A3k/s72-c/the+boys+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-122876396125058168</id><published>2007-05-05T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:17:59.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rjx1r2wSMnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8DbI9BhBaOk/s1600-h/the+boys+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061049477550453362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rjx1r2wSMnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8DbI9BhBaOk/s320/the+boys+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE MORE DAY TO GO!!! Oh man the countdown is on we're talking 24 hours my friends and I for one can hardly wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So for the big event we're getting a hair cut. Well actually it's mom's excuse for just getting our summer cut. Hey I'll take any excuse to go visit my favorite groomer lady. Now we don't get stripped because well quite frankly we don't have one in the area. Mom's checked. I've included a picture just so you all can see how scruffy I've become.  Well I am promising pictures for tomorrow so stay tuned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-122876396125058168?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/122876396125058168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=122876396125058168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/122876396125058168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/122876396125058168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-more-day-to-go-oh-man-countdown-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rjx1r2wSMnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8DbI9BhBaOk/s72-c/the+boys+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5743067653911623898</id><published>2007-04-21T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:00:49.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back soon I just gotta enjoy this weekend of no rain and no floods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as soon as I get a free minute I'll be blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped us reach our goal of $500! Especially Opy. She's the bestest ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RiptZM3E0wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2kZ8cQJKyyQ/s1600-h/the+boys+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055973811393188610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RiptZM3E0wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2kZ8cQJKyyQ/s320/the+boys+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29831083-5743067653911623898?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/5743067653911623898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=5743067653911623898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5743067653911623898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5743067653911623898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-all-ill-be-back-soon-i-just-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RiptZM3E0wI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2kZ8cQJKyyQ/s72-c/the+boys+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8094483610688551807</id><published>2007-04-13T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:54:28.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow Mom, Romeo &amp; myself seem a bit confused this weekend.  Mom informed us that there is a Noreaster heading our way and should be here sometime Sunday into Monday.  Now don't get me wrong I don't mind snow but quite honestly I'ma bit done with it myself.  I mean how's a pup supposed to go for his evening walks with his mom and brother if there is a big bad snow storm on the way?  I tell you it is a conspiracy against us getting ready for our big Dogs walk against cancer event we have coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up.  Mom and Dad went shopping without us yesterday and brought home a new ball to chase and of course some chewies and treats.  Now I am not one to complain about getting said goodies but geesh couldn't we tag along to get the goods ourselves with some of our input into what we might like. Apparently we do not matter when it comes to going shopping for our stuff.  That's fine mom brought home our second favorite biscuits and oh man they taste yummy.  I do hope to see Amanda and her crew at the Doggie event next month since I don't see mom, dad, or grandma going to her store any time in the immediate future.  Maybe I should sulk tonight and hope I get my way.  Nah better not that sometimes bites me in the butt.  Well I hate to not post more than my greediness but I'm a bit pooped from the rigorous workout we had tonight.  I'm going to go crawl into bed before I start snoring on this keyboard.  Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wire hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ozzy   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8094483610688551807?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8094483610688551807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8094483610688551807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8094483610688551807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8094483610688551807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/04/whatever-happened-to-spring.html' title='Whatever happened to spring?'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5023416911186361462</id><published>2007-04-09T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:45:27.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow I haven't been online in a while and I do appologize.  Mom graduated and she's now job hunting and we're looking for a new house to live in.  Mom says after this she'll need a weeks work of pedicures and massages whatever that is.  Mom has gotten on a kick since the pet food recall to feed us strictly homemade stuff.  So hey I am not going to complain so long as it's good yummy food like we've been given.  We're back to walking almost every other day.  Oh man how much fun can that be.  We ran into my cousin Lauren last week and she walked me and kept saying what a good boy Ozzy is.  Yep that's right I'm a good boy and behave when I'm walking.  We're going to be walking with Kelly starting tomorrow and her dog the name and breed of which mom can't seem to recall.  We're now counting down the days until the famous dog walk and I must say we were hoping to raise $500.  But we're happy with the amount we do have so we'll not complain.  So mom's going to go downstairs now and bug grandma because apparently that is her right to do.  I heard something about going to Dairy Queen for ice cream and I think I migh just have to force my mom on doing that for me!  I do hope everyone is ok out there and had a Happy Easter and Passover.  I'll keep you all posted on the new house search and the job search.  Take care my friends. I will have new pictures to post this week so have no fear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-5023416911186361462?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/5023416911186361462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=5023416911186361462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5023416911186361462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5023416911186361462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-all.html' title='Hello All'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-340658850632529977</id><published>2007-03-28T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:37:29.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I'm just gonna hop on real quick and let everyone know I've been MIA because mom's trying to get stuff together for her future job searches.  Plus she's also doing her finals and getting ready to be done with school for good.  So we promise to blog soon but just please bear with us.  Thanks everyone Ozzy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wirey hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-340658850632529977?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/340658850632529977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=340658850632529977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/340658850632529977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/340658850632529977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-786411963775669213</id><published>2007-03-13T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:23:21.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have to start off my blog by saying thank you to everyone who has supported us in our donations campaign. It means alot to us. Now I have to share my fun fun weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I got to have a nice weekend home with mom and dad. Oh man we went for walks and spent time together. I love weekends with both mom and dad off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of us starting our fun weekend. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfctIVZc80I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GXs5FBVc-8Y/s1600-h/the+boys+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041547929070662466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfctIVZc80I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GXs5FBVc-8Y/s320/the+boys+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Romeo's bed but I stole it. It's only fair I am the oldest. Then we went to the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park NY it is one of my favorite local places to walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have some awesome smells and tons of places to mark. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfctvFZc81I/AAAAAAAAAEM/TiXOe1V4b04/s1600-h/the+boys+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041548594790593362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfctvFZc81I/AAAAAAAAAEM/TiXOe1V4b04/s320/the+boys+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dad &amp; I posing for the camera. He was a bit cold as I'm sure you can tell. Mom is forever putting my sweatshirt on and boy was I happy for that on Saturday when it was a bit nippy out there. My brother Romeo and I did find a new place for us to live though Mom said that it's not a place for dogs to live in let alone visit. I'm sorry why not? It was huge and I could smell all those little nooks and crannies. Oh man my nose was itching to get into that place. But no go. We did get to visit the front steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I know I thought big whoop too! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfcvcFZc82I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-IVipw6svCE/s1600-h/the+boys+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041550467396334434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfcvcFZc82I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-IVipw6svCE/s320/the+boys+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went for another walk down by the river without our friends from the dog group.  Mom and Dad wanted to go early because they had plans without us.  Can you believe they didn't want to spend time with us?  I know I'm shocked too!  They went to a St Patrick's Day parade over in Kingston NY and then went and brought us home some snackies.  Oh I'll admit it that made it up for me.  You can leave me home but you better bring me back some good yummies.  Mom mentioned something about a vet visit this week.  Something about my annual physical and shots.  I'm not too ok with that idea but I do like my vet she is a really super nice lady and I guess if I don't get my shots I can't have fun and play outside.  So I'll suffer and get the shots.  Well all Romeo is bugging me to let him get online and blog.  The downsides of having a brother.  So if you haven't donated yet please remember you have until May 6 to do so and I would be completely thankful for it.  Yes I'm being greedy &amp; begging for lots and lots of money.  Mom would be so proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-786411963775669213?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/786411963775669213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=786411963775669213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/786411963775669213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/786411963775669213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-i-have-to-start-off-my-blog-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RfctIVZc80I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GXs5FBVc-8Y/s72-c/the+boys+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2842635256034071867</id><published>2007-03-08T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:54:19.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm such a self promoter but I wanted to let those of my blogger friends that want to contribute on my behalf know that we are up and running!  The very nice lady just called and said that they fixed the problem and everyone can give give give!  But if you do have any problems let me know and I'll have mom call her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks again for anyone that would like to contribute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-2842635256034071867?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2842635256034071867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2842635256034071867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2842635256034071867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2842635256034071867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-such-self-promoter-but-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7922566921257093836</id><published>2007-03-02T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:18:20.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help us raise money for a good cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK I know I normally don't ask for things on my blog but for this I will ask all of my friends to help me raise money for the American Cancer Society.  They have this awesome thing here in New York that is called the Dogswalk Against Cancer (yes I know I've stated it before)well any money we raise goes to help find a cure for cancer in pets.  My mom is a huge supporter of this cause and since she's family I will support this cause to!  Well I should since it could affect me someday(God forbid!).  So since it's been asked to send a link on where to donate I will send along a link to our personal ACS page!  Anything you guys can give is awesome no I'm wrong it is TERRIERIFIC!  So thank you one and all in advance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sincerely with tons of wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy (the official dogwalker against cancer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamacs.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=1958491&amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=3020"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://teamacs.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=1958491&amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=3020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7922566921257093836?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7922566921257093836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7922566921257093836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7922566921257093836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7922566921257093836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/03/help-us-raise-money-for-good-cause.html' title='Help us raise money for a good cause'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-364113277277330029</id><published>2007-02-27T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:09:11.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to the Dogswalk Against Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh man the mail came in today and we found out that the dogswalk against cancer is May 6 2007.  Mom says though she thought she read something about it being a 3 day weekend thingy.  That'd be cool too!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh how much fun was that last year.  Mom, Grandma, and myself went last year to Bear Mountain State Park and it was a blast!  The walk was nice and the scenery was terrierific.  Oh and the best part?  I got to meet new doggies and I got loads of treats!  How fun!I can't wait.  Now mommy has to find people to donate money for such a worthy worthy cause.  This is one cause that is close to my mom and grandma's heart since they lost a dog a few years ago to cancer.  So I will step up and volunteer my time and walk for a GREAT cause.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom says she will ask people at her school and then maybe the ladies at the dog walk that we do in the nicer months. Mom told me she got an email from the ladies and they apparently went last weekend in the cold snowy weather.  Nope not me I'd freeze out there or so mom says.  She probably means herself.   I'm hoping to get some money up so that we can help other animals out there fight and find a cure against cancer.  It is quite a harsh disease to get and mom and I would like to help as much as possible.  Mom says that hopefully by then she'll be working and will be able to see if her co-workers can help with some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We will of course have to bring my brother and I hear from Mom that Daddy is off that weekend too so that will mean that Daddy can go this year with us.  Sorry grandma.  I'm sure she'll want to tag along too.  I don't blame her all those cool doggies in one place and of course us foxies too!  I think I was the only one there last year so at least this year it'll be me and my brother.  Or as mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;puts it my shadow.  Ahh the countdown begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-364113277277330029?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/364113277277330029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=364113277277330029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/364113277277330029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/364113277277330029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/02/countdown-to-dogswalk-against-cancer.html' title='Countdown to the Dogswalk Against Cancer'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-650102588279163588</id><published>2007-02-17T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:43:37.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh how I've been tricked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I've been tricked!  I got up this morning thinking today was going to be a day full of treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  My own Grandmother was the first one to trick me.  She let me out this morning with a promise of a car ride.  She knows how much I love car rides.  So we get ready this morning I got my sweatshirt on since according to the mean women in my life I needed to keep warm we all four oh because we can't forget my brother got into the car and off we go!  Oh how much fun I was having riding along with my mom and grandma.  I particularly love to ride in the car and whenever I go for a ride I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; quite content to not boss them around and just let them drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; me wherever they would like to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Well we were going a different way and I thought to myself ooh a new park? or could it be a new place to go for a walk? or could we be going to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; favorite store?  Oh no we stop at this little store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that wasn't even open when I got there.  The lady shows up a few minutes after we do and she lets us into her store.  Oh goody TREATS!  Oh geez she was nice and friendly and talked nice to me and took off my collar and leash.  Well stupid me should have thought something was up when my women left me with stupid I mean Romeo.  Well this woman who I found out isn't nice took out her clippers and turned on that gawd awful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and proceeded to buzz me and my hair went off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently Grandma told them to go short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; because now I'm bald!  I guess it's a good thing I have a sweater to wear.  Well the good thing is she let me roam free and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; play with other doggies(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;mom: they have humping issues &amp; liked to be the bad boys and bully other dogs&lt;/span&gt;) So I'm happy to report that I was not the only one in this family getting trimmed down.  But alas I digress.  We then got to lay in the lady's nice front window and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; patrol anyone that dared walk by.  I was really waiting for my evil women but they came 3 hours late.  So when mom and grandma finally got there we were treated to a trip to PETCO!  Oh how fun we got loads of compliments on how handsome we are and then we got to shop.  Oh we got a couple of greenies and some biscuits and we even got our food.  Oh how they made up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  So we got home and I complained to my father who believe it or not is not on my side!  I am telling you my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; friends it is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; conspiracy.  Next time I hear a countdown I'm going to just hide.  I've included some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pictures for all to admire.  I must say I do clean up handsome that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7wCSE2zI/AAAAAAAAADI/eP8NyGXgiUc/s1600-h/oz%26rome07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7wCSE2zI/AAAAAAAAADI/eP8NyGXgiUc/s320/oz%26rome07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032697542530620210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vySE2xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BDSkUEEJM50/s1600-h/the+boys+043.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vySE2xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BDSkUEEJM50/s1600-h/the+boys+043.jpg"&gt;me protesting these pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vySE2xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BDSkUEEJM50/s1600-h/the+boys+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vySE2xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BDSkUEEJM50/s320/the+boys+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032697538235652882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the goofball that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde8hiSE20I/AAAAAAAAADQ/v4qJqHP-Wyg/s1600-h/the+boys+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde8hiSE20I/AAAAAAAAADQ/v4qJqHP-Wyg/s320/the+boys+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032698392934144834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vSSE2wI/AAAAAAAAACw/7CKCRnaqMx0/s1600-h/ozzytrimm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vSSE2wI/AAAAAAAAACw/7CKCRnaqMx0/s320/ozzytrimm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032697529645718274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7vSSE2wI/AAAAAAAAACw/7CKCRnaqMx0/s1600-h/ozzytrimm.jpg"&gt;Showing her how handsome I can be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog.  Happy Birthday to my pal Gussie in AZ.  Gussie it sure sounds like you had a great birthday!  May you have many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-650102588279163588?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/650102588279163588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=650102588279163588' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/650102588279163588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/650102588279163588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohh-how-ive-been-tricked.html' title='Ohh how I&apos;ve been tricked'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/Rde7wCSE2zI/AAAAAAAAADI/eP8NyGXgiUc/s72-c/oz%26rome07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1338714013462292321</id><published>2007-02-15T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:12:12.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well I'm posting my Happy Valentine's Day a day late.  Mom was playing nurse to dad who was and I quote"hugging the porcelain throne" Mom was glad to help dad back to health but I think she wasn't looking forward to that being her romantic holiday.  Poor Poor Mom.  She has a job interview tomorrow.  Dad's going for a better position at his job.  Hopefully he gets it.  Mom had off again today due to the snow.  Man talk about a nice day home.  She was just upset because school didn't close until the next morning and she says she would have liked to have slept in.  That's ok I would have woken her up soon enough for my morning duties.  They rented some movies and have been vegged out in their bedroom snuggled with Romeo and myself.  What more could a pup ask for?  They even let me run crazy through the snow off lead.  Now that was a blast.  I'm not sure how much snow we got but it's enough to make me have some fun in the house.  Mom says she's pleased to report that I'm listening and following the trainer's homework that she gave my family.  She's quite impressed with how well I listen.  I didn't realize there was a problem with my listening skills.  I thought I listened fine just like a terrier whenever I chose to.  I think it's not how mom wanted it to be.  Sorry mom.  I keep hearing Grandma saying something about just two more days boys.  I don't know what that's supposed to mean.  I hope the trainer lady isn't coming back.  I'll keep you guys updated though.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyones holiday was good and you guys got lots of love and some treats.  I'm off to watch another movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&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/29831083-1338714013462292321?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1338714013462292321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1338714013462292321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1338714013462292321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1338714013462292321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Belated Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-3076245763250064351</id><published>2007-02-10T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:54:42.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We got snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      Wow I can't believe it finally snowed here last week.  It was so awesome mom let me outside to play in it for a while.  Oh how sweet that was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess Bussie's little prayer work for me because&lt;br /&gt; next thing you know we got snow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdkewCSE21I/AAAAAAAAADs/i8n_24QtGV0/s1600-h/the+boys+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdkewCSE21I/AAAAAAAAADs/i8n_24QtGV0/s320/the+boys+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033087869158480722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Mom decided that she would throw some snowballs at me and they were fun to catch.  I even had mom take some pictures of me playing in the snow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdkewSSE22I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EP6KupjGvwc/s1600-h/the+boys+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdkewSSE22I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EP6KupjGvwc/s320/the+boys+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033087873453448034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I even helped mom shovel a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She says I wasn't all that help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ful but really what does she know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                       I did get mom to laugh at me and that's always a fun thing to do.  Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d's off this weekend and of course he's got a cold or at least that's how mom puts it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdI8tySE2sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gm4XhISoUJI/s1600-h/the+boys+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdI8tySE2sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gm4XhISoUJI/s320/the+boys+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031150491015633602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been snuggling with dad helping him to feel better just like I'm supposed to do. &lt;br /&gt;Hey a pups gotta do what a pups gotta do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a trainer come and give us a lesson today.  She's with a company that grandma hired to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; help me and Romey stop fighting and she was nice and made a few funny noises.  Romey and I have decided to try it out because seeing mom and grandma unhappy with us was just not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now I'm gonna go lay down with Daddy and put him back to sleep.  Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdI99iSE2vI/AAAAAAAAACk/SIn7NhdT1Ec/s1600-h/the+boys+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdI99iSE2vI/AAAAAAAAACk/SIn7NhdT1Ec/s320/the+boys+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031151861110201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-3076245763250064351?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/3076245763250064351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=3076245763250064351' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3076245763250064351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3076245763250064351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-got-snow.html' title='We got snow!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RdkewCSE21I/AAAAAAAAADs/i8n_24QtGV0/s72-c/the+boys+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-3998558218484306290</id><published>2007-01-31T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:44:02.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Mom</title><content type='html'>Wow I wanted to post this earlier but have been unable due to the fact that I'm confined to my crate lately cause of my fighting with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my wonderful mom's birthday and I don't know if Dad has anything  planned for her but I know I plan on giving her tons and tons of kissies.  She is the most awesomest mom one could ever ask for.  She gives such good lovies and she's got a glow about her like you wouldn't believe.  So mom Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, kissies, hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-3998558218484306290?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/3998558218484306290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=3998558218484306290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3998558218484306290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3998558218484306290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-my-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Mom'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4373600889847015689</id><published>2007-01-27T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:36:47.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good morning world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do I have to beg for some snow!  I mean I see all of the rest of the country  getting snow and yet my puppy butt can't seem to get more tha a little dusting.  This is BULL!  I saw out West they got FEET of snow ok I don't think I want FEET of snow but ya know maybe just a foot?!  Am I asking too much?!  I haven't seen snow since I was a young pup and now that I'm a one year old snow is important to me to see if I have a need to play in it.  Mom says for some reason it would be fun and quite frankly I don't remember so there is a need in my bones to see snow.  So umm whoever is in charge of making snow and sending it my way could I get some please?  Not alot mind you but enough to have fun in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ozzy&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/29831083-4373600889847015689?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4373600889847015689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4373600889847015689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4373600889847015689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4373600889847015689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-morning-world-do-i-have-to-beg-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7873970532899217432</id><published>2007-01-18T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:33:35.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I've been not posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RbAdqSrAzyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pa2xoIXf-cU/s1600-h/the+boys+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RbAdqSrAzyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pa2xoIXf-cU/s320/the+boys+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021546196922060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going to appologize for not posting as much as I used to but we've been busy around  here with mom and her new hard classes.  She's been enjoying them and learning new things which with mom is ALWAYS a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom has a new picture for me to post of my brother and myself.  We're snuggling in bed about to go to sleep.   We've been getting along pretty well but he's got some issues.  He needs to stop playing so rough.  I'm glad to see my friends Fee, Party and Mango are back to blogging more frequently.  Hopefully they will continue to keep up with the blogging.  I promise to try to blog a bit more often if mom's homework and school life permit.  Well I've got not much else to post about so I'm going to sign off.  Have a good night folks.  Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&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/29831083-7873970532899217432?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7873970532899217432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7873970532899217432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7873970532899217432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7873970532899217432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-ive-been-not-posting.html' title='Sorry I&apos;ve been not posting'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RbAdqSrAzyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pa2xoIXf-cU/s72-c/the+boys+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-3294724083598760640</id><published>2006-12-29T18:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:03:29.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll miss you Desiree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take the time out to pay tribute my kitty. My kitty Desiree passed away yesterday morning. She was about 12 yrs old mom isn't exactly sure since she rescued her over 10 yrs ago from the local SPCA. Mom got woken up by grandma to come down and say goodbye so mom stayed in the room with her until she went to the bridge.Desiree was in mommy's arms when she crossed over with mommy telling her goodbye and everything else. Mom and grandma cried when she passed away. Talk about a rough couple of months for my family.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that 10 yrs ago there was a house in her area that had over 100 cats in a one room home and they had to find homes for all these cats. Well her and grandpa went to the SPCA and walked around and went to this crate where my kitty was and that my kitty walked up to the door and meowed at them. So mom said that was it she was going home with them. So mom and grandma took her to the vet Wednesday morning to get her checked out because they knew something wasn't right with her. Well I guess my Desiree just wasn't feeling well enough. Desiree I'm going to miss you and wish you could have stayed around because I had fun playing with you. Mommy hasn't stopped crying in her sleep and said she wasn't ready for you to go. So she sent you to the Rainbow Bridge and will be lighting a candle for you on Monday. She asked me to type in here that she misses you and hopes to see you soon enough at the bridge. We miss you Desiree and love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZWr5u_76vI/AAAAAAAAABc/rqE45tqxd0I/s1600-h/ozzy+10-15-06+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014102768504007410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZWr5u_76vI/AAAAAAAAABc/rqE45tqxd0I/s320/ozzy+10-15-06+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-3294724083598760640?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/3294724083598760640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=3294724083598760640' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3294724083598760640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/3294724083598760640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-my-friends-i-wanted-to-take-time.html' title='We&apos;ll miss you Desiree!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZWr5u_76vI/AAAAAAAAABc/rqE45tqxd0I/s72-c/ozzy+10-15-06+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-2987217006256032199</id><published>2006-12-25T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:03:00.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZAGAu_76uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EvnneBTe0G0/s1600-h/the+boys+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012512994949327586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZAGAu_76uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EvnneBTe0G0/s320/the+boys+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Wow did I get the ultimate Christmas gift last night! No not another sibling thank God. My dad didn't have to work last night so I've got him for the next 3 nights including last night. Oh man what more could a pup ask for? Oh I know a trip to the ball park so I can run like the wind which I got this morning. My mom, dad, brother and I all took a trip to the ball park so Romeo and I could run and run and run. This guy was there with his son and they had this things that looked like little cars chasing Romeo and I. My parents thought it was funny. Not so much if you asked Romeo or me. I'm telling you friends my folks have a sick sense of humor. Little did that guy know though that if he let the "toys" get near me enough I would have chew 'em up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;So anyways mom and dad didn't get me or Romeo anything because they weren't sure what to get. That's ok mom mentioned hitting the clearance racks tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I really don't mind I'm just happy I have my three humans home with me for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Well folks have a great holiday with your loved ones. Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-2987217006256032199?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/2987217006256032199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=2987217006256032199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2987217006256032199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/2987217006256032199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RZAGAu_76uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EvnneBTe0G0/s72-c/the+boys+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5659336412252529323</id><published>2006-12-22T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:56:23.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take time out of my busy schedule to say Happy Howlidays.  I hope you all get exactly what you've asked for and that you enjoy all the time home with your loved ones.  I know I will.  Mom is done with this semester and won't go back until the start of the new year so I'm going to be hogging up as much of her time as possible.  Mom had some fun with that god awful camera of hers and has some new pictures for me to share with you all.   There is one of my brother and me and then of course of just me.  I must say we are some scruffy looking handsome pups.  My mom says that if the weather holds up we should be having some fun this next week.  Oh man it better be some nice weather.  I don't care about the cold but NO RAIN!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYwMqO_76sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_CHpLdIr_OQ/s1600-h/the+boys+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYwMqO_76sI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_CHpLdIr_OQ/s320/the+boys+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011394405076822722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my mother forced me to put on those embarassing antlers.  Well my friends I'm gonna go I'm wasting precious time on here so sorry if that sounded rude.  Take care and enjoy your Christmas dinner and presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ozzy and my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYwMre_76tI/AAAAAAAAABA/IsQdBE5h7Jk/s1600-h/the+boys+016.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYwMre_76tI/AAAAAAAAABA/IsQdBE5h7Jk/s320/the+boys+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011394426551659218" 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/29831083-5659336412252529323?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7647570255338243416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7647570255338243416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7647570255338243416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7647570255338243416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7899649253489801958</id><published>2006-12-18T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:35:50.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Christmas Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Mackie in a new Christmas game. Here are the rules of the game:The player of this game starts with "3 things he/she would love to get for Christmas" and also has to list "3 things he/she definitely does not want to get for Christmas". Then he/she tags 5 friends and list their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.So here goes- Three things I would love to get for Christmas...hmmnnn,&lt;br /&gt;1. Some new toys for me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;2. An end to animal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;3. A big backyard that I can run around loose in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I don't want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;1. No more new brothers or sisters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Another bath or trip to the groomers.&lt;br /&gt;3. No more cats. I really don't like the one I live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five dogs I tag are. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bentley&lt;br /&gt;2.  Rei&lt;br /&gt;3.  Kaiser&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ladybug&lt;br /&gt;5.  Sancha&lt;br /&gt;Wow the 5 picks was harder than the wish list itself.&lt;br /&gt;wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7899649253489801958?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7899649253489801958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7899649253489801958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7899649253489801958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7899649253489801958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-christmas-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Christmas Tagged!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-4512552215494777675</id><published>2006-12-17T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:19:52.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>OMG man I am a bad boy.  Yesterday was my daddy's birthday and my mom wouldn't let me near the computer to say Happy Birthday to my dear dad.  He is an awesome guy who loves me a whole big bunches.  Man he's got the awesomest socks to chomp on and the best huggies going!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention dad is the bestest play buddy a guy could ask for.  Happy Happy belated Birthday dad!  I blame mom 100% for this late post.  She was too busy getting ready for that party you guys went to without moi.&lt;br /&gt;Wirey birthday hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYoLNu_76rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0GsV1lZr8bg/s1600-h/the+boys+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYoLNu_76rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0GsV1lZr8bg/s320/the+boys+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010829865985501874" 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/29831083-4512552215494777675?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/4512552215494777675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=4512552215494777675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4512552215494777675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/4512552215494777675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RYoLNu_76rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0GsV1lZr8bg/s72-c/the+boys+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8498061817252085119</id><published>2006-12-15T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:19:33.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take this time and wish all of my Jewish friends a Happy Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy your holiday with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;May you also get lots of presents.&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8498061817252085119?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8498061817252085119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8498061817252085119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8498061817252085119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8498061817252085119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-wanted-to-take-this-time-and_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-5679181628248275532</id><published>2006-12-08T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:03:39.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RXn6LaYYswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CH2FIUFiJk8/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RXn6LaYYswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CH2FIUFiJk8/s320/the+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006307534766125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this is me and Romeo hanging out one night this past week.  Mom was wondering where we were and was shocked to see us "behaving".  Well of course we were behaving we were discussing who got socky this time. &lt;br /&gt;We're totally curious as to where this snow is supposed to be.  Mom says every other day they're talking about snow but still nada.  Well as cold as it is outside I think I might appreciate a little bit of snow to play in.  I heard mom and dad talking about this weekend if there is no snow going for a long cold walk in the woods.  I think that might work for me.  Not my car sick brother though.  Mom's had enough of the pukey boy.  LOL  I told him our mom does not like cleaning up puke but being the awesome woman that she is she is learning to just grin and bear it.  I've told my brother the car rides are usually great things we end up going somewhere totally fun and get things out of it.  But oh no not the pukey boy.  Total whimp I tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;So I should have a good weekend I got mom and dad and my grandma home with me oh yeah and my brother.  Oh we did go and see our birth parents last weekend and let me tell you I am soo glad I'm living where I'm living my father and mother both decided to fight with me and Romeo.  Geesh don't they know that little guy is timid?  I politely ahem told him to bug off.  I don't like to be humped or fought with.  Thank goodness my mom took us out of there quick as can be.  So mom bought us both some antlers and I hear rumors that we'll be getting pictures taken with them on.  I refuse this but I know my mother will force me into doing this.  So expect pictures.  Mom has learned my password and will post them with or without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;They do need to go get some new batteries for my camera though so I can share pictures of our walk this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Well folks I'm going to get moving dad just got in and wants to play.  I must appease the man or will he whine like my brother.  Geesh the things I do for my parents.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-5679181628248275532?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/5679181628248275532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=5679181628248275532' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5679181628248275532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/5679181628248275532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-this-is-me-and-romeo-hanging-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS9oPEeVCrk/RXn6LaYYswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CH2FIUFiJk8/s72-c/the+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-8850537700003929137</id><published>2006-11-29T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:34:10.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/617502/the%20boys%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/753809/the%20boys%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friends,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a little while since I wrote on here but mom and I have been busy playing with my new brother.  Man this kid can play right along with me.   I thought I was a hard player.  It must be in the genes.  Mom says we seem to be getting along pretty good.  I would like to think&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/59482/the%20boys%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/301209/the%20boys%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so. &lt;br /&gt;Grandma left us alone together today and he enjoyed mom's shoe.  I on the other hand did nothing but lay in bed with dad(mom says yeah right).  Dad did take some pictures over the weekend of us hanging out.  I wanted to show us off a bit so I have included them in this posting.  Congrats to my pal Bussie for Awesome Blog of the Month.  That's terrierific my friend.  Happy Belated Birthday to sweet Sunshade.  I hope you had a terrierific day and got loads of presents which it seems you did.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna get moving I wanna go play some more.  Everybody enjoy your day.  I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-8850537700003929137?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/8850537700003929137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=8850537700003929137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8850537700003929137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/8850537700003929137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-friends-i-know-its-been-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-406404628817402716</id><published>2006-11-23T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:57:17.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Day! Mom, Me and Romeo have sent you all a card courtesy of my blog page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=0288572113123M147393693Y&amp;product_id=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=0288572113123M147393693Y&amp;amp;product_id=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have lots to be thankful for. First off I'm thankful for my humans. Mom, Dad and Grandma are the best family a pup can ever get. Then there is my brother Romeo we might have our differences but we sure do know how to play together and that's a good thing in my book. I am thankful for all of my internet pals. You guys are the best a pup could ask for. I am also thankful for that turkey dinner grandma is cooking for all of us downstairs. Boy does that smell yummy to my tummy. She even said we were getting a small plate. Woohoo! Now we're talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am thankful for all of those toys I get to play with. I'm even grateful for the kitty for giving me something to chase. I'm not thankful for the reprimand I get for chasing her though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope you all have a great Turkey Day. I know we will at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wirey Turkey Day Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ozzy &amp; Romeo &amp;amp; Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(figured I'd be nice on the holiday &amp;amp; include Romeo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-406404628817402716?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/406404628817402716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=406404628817402716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/406404628817402716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/406404628817402716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-guys-happy-thanksgiving-day-mom-me.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-1586120323265274185</id><published>2006-11-20T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:32:53.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I've had quite the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/156139/the%20boys%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/151426/the%20boys%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first let me thank EVERYONE for their kind birthday wishes.  My day was a blast.  Mom got home from school made me dinner of burger and carrots.  She then went out without me yep that's right I'm not too happy about that.  BUT she did bring me home some Coldstone Creamery Peanut Butter Ice Cream with peanut butter thrown in extra.  Talk about a yummy birthday treat.  I love peanut butter ice cream with extra sauce in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well Grandma made me this cool birthday  bandana  so I got  to put it on.    Doesn't it look cool?  I thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So then Mom, Dad and Grandma kept talking about how I'd feel about having company and I'm all thinking umm what?  Well Dad then comes out with do you want a brother or friend Ozzy?  I'm really looking at my father wondering what he's on.  I don't have a brother or a sister just that damn cat.  Well Saturday morning comes around and I get this announcement from mom "Oz your brother will be here shortly".  I'm thinking HUH?  So mom goes outside and is walking around with a look alike of me only smaller.  So I'm barking like a fiend wondering what is this in my yard near my mom.  The horror of it all she brings him in MY house.  Well Mom then tells me he'll be living with us if we can get along well enough.  Umm did anyone ask me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the little guy whom they've named Romeo has issues and seems to like to pick fights with me.  We've had a couple of doozies.  But for the most part this guy named Romeo is not too bad.  He's actually my biological brother from a litter after mine.  Mom felt bad for him and figured she'd try it out with us and see how it worked.  Dad keeps saying Happy Birthday buddy you got a play mate.  Next time my dear parents ask me first.  Mom and Grandma are hoping we'll get along just fine and Grandma says so far so good we just gotta get adjusted to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is a picture of the little guy.  Tell me whatcha think?  The second picture is him and me outside playing.  Mom wanted proof that we do get along well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/387374/the%20boys%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/23694/the%20boys%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Romeo.                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh and then there's the picture of   us playing tug of war. &lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; if anything we are a cute pair of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; brothers if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/657764/the%20boys%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/904963/the%20boys%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/428155/the%20boys%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4011/3641/320/177783/the%20boys%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-1586120323265274185?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/1586120323265274185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=1586120323265274185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1586120323265274185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/1586120323265274185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-ive-had-quite-weekend.html' title='Well I&apos;ve had quite the weekend'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7777516420832945537</id><published>2006-11-17T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:29:07.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's my birthday!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness I'm a year old today!  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fee for giving me that idea.  I had to copy you on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey birthday hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy the one year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7777516420832945537?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7777516420832945537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7777516420832945537' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7777516420832945537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7777516420832945537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-say-its-my-birthday.html' title='They say it&apos;s my birthday!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-266848733902035811</id><published>2006-11-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:40:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't wrote in here in quite a long time.  I would like to appologize.  I just haven't had time lately.  Mom's been busy studying for her mid-terms and of course that means I'm stuck studying too.  Dad's been put back on his old shift which almost sent mom into a tizzy.  That is until she found out dad had gotten a promotion.  Now mom says it's not official yet but they are going to be making my dad supervisor of his shift for Coke.  Wow my dad's an awesome guy.  Mom and Grandma says that's terrierific.  Hey if it means no less time for the Ozman than I'm happy for him.  Well mom says the countdown begins.  Yep that's right folks I will be the big ONE year old on November 17.  Now grandma does have a special scarf for the special birthday boy so therefore I will be styling on my big day.  I don't know about any birthday party or anything like that but hey so long as I get a special dinner I'm a happy pup.  Hey Fee since you got gipped for your birthday do you wanna come celebrate with me?  Mom says it's cool with her. &lt;br /&gt;Oh more parent news to report.  Mom got most of her grades for school and she says it's all a's Ozzy ALL A's!  I think that's good she did a little dance after that.  Mom found out that my biological parents are moving to another state soon.  I'd say I miss them but I haven't seen them since mom picked me up and brought me to my new home.  I do wish them well and hope they enjoy their new home!&lt;br /&gt;Dad gave me a special spoiled treat earlier today he gave me one of his old socks.  Oh how lucky can one guy be?  I tell you there is nothing like going for a walk with the parents and coming home and hearing "hear Oz have a sock".  Do they know that was just the best thing going for me?  I tell ya you can have your fancy schmany toys you give me one of dads smelly socks and I'm going crazy!  Did I tell you guys I finally have become a terrier?  Oh yeah that's right I did.  I have killed my first mole.  I have heard from my friends Tilly and Robbie that they do that quite regularly if their mum isn't looking and well I had to try it out.  Now I am known in the house as Oz the mole hunter.  I tell ya I think they're teasing me about that I really do but I did it I killed a mole and then poof mom scooped it up and put it in the garbage on me.  I just stared in pure awe and amazement.  I wouldn't throw out something she killed.  Nope I sure wouldn't.  That my friends was the worst part of it all.  Well I'm gonna end this entry a bit quickly and get back to my sock before they take that away from me.  Hope everyone out there is doing well and enjoying their weekend I know I did. &lt;br /&gt;Take care and be good.  Well as good as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-266848733902035811?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/266848733902035811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=266848733902035811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/266848733902035811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/266848733902035811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-i-havent-wrote-in-here-in-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7633076611068026329</id><published>2006-10-28T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:47:52.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello All,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to say thank you to all that sent their condolences that meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to us here in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Well today wasn't such a hot day weather wise we had the most awful rain and wind.  But I did have a bonus to my day.  My Aunt Nancy stopped by to help Grandma clean the house up and go through some papers of great Grandma's.  Oh what fun we all had cleaning out the closet and sweeping!  I was of course the ever present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;assitant&lt;/span&gt; showing Grandma how to sweep the floor.  Man dull as that might sound I got to explore places in that room I never knew existed and I got to play my favorite game how to attack that dust mop!  Too much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Then after dad went to work.  Mom came home and announced we were off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt;!  Oh man how lucky could I be today?  I tell you playing with my Aunt and Grandma and then off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt;.  Grandma went with us so we got to really do some browsing.  So we went to the collar and leash aisle and mom and grandma both made me try on new collars.  I got a cool looking striped one that is a teal blue with different colors mixed in.  I got the leash to go with it.  Then it was off to the bone aisle where I got a nice new smoke flavor bone which I have yet to be given.  And then they saved the best for last!  The TOY aisles!  Well I came home with a new rubber bone for me to chew my happy little puppy heart out.  Mom got me the coolest new rubber ball whenever I shake it or it moves it makes a funny sound!  Oh my happy heart!  I am in love with this new giggly wiggly ball.  I can't believe I found something that makes noises and that I've been allowed to play with longer than a half hour.  I heard a rumor that tomorrow if it doesn't rain we might even go for a walk with my buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Punto&lt;/span&gt;.  If not depending on the wind if not it's off to Vassar Farms for a nice long walk also.  Mom says tomorrow afternoon and night she'll be busy studying for her midterms.  So she won't be able to play with me too much.  Yeah well if that's the case I better get a good walk in sometime.  I wanted to say congrats to my buddy Axel and his win on awesome blog of the month award.  That is too cool for words my friend!  Oh and did anyone notice the St Louis Cardinals won?  I bet Gus's dad is happier than words could express.  So I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.  I'll post pictures of my new favorite toy and collar as soon as possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wirey&lt;/span&gt; hugs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ozzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7633076611068026329?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7633076611068026329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7633076611068026329' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7633076611068026329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7633076611068026329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-saturday.html' title='Just a Saturday'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-312336319793075128</id><published>2006-10-23T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:48:28.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day for a pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to write a short post tonight since I haven't been online for quite a few days. First I wanted to say once more thank you for the well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough on Friday night my great grandma passed away. Mommy told me Saturday morning after I stole great grandma's shoe in protest of her still not being home to play and love me. She told me that she was in heaven with our dog Rascal and g.grandma's cat. I miss her very much everyday and steal her shoe every chance I can get to chew on it. Mommy's been crying a bit so I've taken on the very responsible task of making her smile and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;That did work and for a nice reward I got to go for a long long walk with my mom and dad. Oh what fun!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told me cousin Kai and Teresa's wedding was superb and such fun! I'm so glad. I did hear they had a picture of my cousin Moto and mom said she was a pretty girl. Mom took lots of pictures and of course not alot came out. She does have one she is very proud of ok well two actually. One of her and grandma and one of her and her cousins. I was so envious that they went while I was crated for fear that I might chew away and tantrum up the whole house. Oh how right they were. &lt;weg style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Mom said it was ok if I included a picture from the wedding. So here's a picture of my mom and her mom.&lt;/weg&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/momnme06.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/320/momnme06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;weg&gt;So I have to sign off now because mom says it's bed time and she's probably right. Geesh I hate to admit that. Take care all and have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/weg&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-312336319793075128?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/312336319793075128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=312336319793075128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/312336319793075128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/312336319793075128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/sad-day-for-pup.html' title='Sad day for a pup'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-7338298888170479144</id><published>2006-10-15T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:48:49.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd share some photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/ozzy%2010-15-06%20008.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/320/ozzy%2010-15-06%20008.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well Mom's been having a good laugh at my expense with the camera and wanted to share my photos with all who will laugh. I'm game so long as she's not upset over grandma. Mom thought she'd get a good laugh off of me and my Halloween bandana. Well she took this picture after making me look like an old lady. I coulda bit her I really coulda.But again it made her and actually grandma laugh at me. Can ya tell I am not a happy puppy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So then I came up with an idea of keeping my germs away from great grandma. What if I did this? See my mouth is covered and no germies can get out and harm her or the other patients in the hospital. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/ozzy%2010-15-06%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/320/ozzy%2010-15-06%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well mom gave me a bath today and brushed me down with the furminator. The bath sure felt good today. The brushing of course felt good. Mom then broke down from the stress and does what she does best. . . COOK! Yum we had stew today and spaghetti and meatballs for dinner last night. I am a truly spoiled pup. I heard mom talking about making an apple pie tomorrow after school and some chicken and dumplings. Wow stress brings out the good in my mom. hehehe!So mom's going to school tomorrow which is fine I guess. I think personally she should spend some more time with me but I understand school is important. She did find a new place to take me for long walks at this place called Vassar Farms which is right up the road from our house. So maybe next weekend before cousin Kai's wedding her and dad could take me?! Crossing my fingers now. Who could resist a face like this? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(inspired by my friend miss sunshade) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/1600/ozzy%2010-15-06%20007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4011/3641/320/ozzy%2010-15-06%20007.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Well I'm gonna get going and go for a quick walk with mom. Take care all and give me a little while to add all of my friends to my page. I'm just growing used to Blogger Beta and boy do I like it so far! Thanks again for all the well wishes.Hope everyone has a great week and you are all doing well. Oh congrats to Opy's mom for getting herself a better job that makes her happy. Mommy says it sounds like a good thing. I concur since it means more time home with Opy and Charlie. So enjoy the fall weather and the fall leaves. I know I will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,Ozzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-7338298888170479144?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/7338298888170479144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=7338298888170479144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7338298888170479144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/7338298888170479144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-id-share-some-photos.html' title='Thought I&apos;d share some photos'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-902161328716537166</id><published>2006-10-15T13:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:53:43.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update and thank you</title><content type='html'>Wow all the well wishes for my grandma. I am deeply touched and so is mom and grandma. Great Grandma is doing a bit better. The last two days have been a bit touch and go. Of course though she wants to see yours truly but mom doesn't think the hospital would let me in. Even though she'd diaper me to make sure I don't have any accidents. So when she goes into the nursing home even if it is for rehab mom says she'll purchase some diapers for the first few visits for sanitary reasons and then poof I'm gonna go go go to see my grams. The only good thing about great grandma being sick is that mom and grandma have been home the last 2 nights so I get company except when they are at the hospital. I still think I should be allowed in there she is my grams you know!So I just wanted to say thank you to all of my friends for the well wishes on my grams. When she's feeling more up to it I will let her know all the love and licks she's gotten from all of my friends.Mom mentioned something about being stressed and having the cooking bug. Dad says that's usually a good thing and since he said she mentioned stew and chicken and dumplings I know I'll be getting some! Dinner last night was yummy too. Boy am I a lucky pup! I am sorry I haven't had any pictures lately. In due time. I promise. Hope everyone has a good weekend I'll be trying to find something to do with myself. Take care and enjoy the beautiful fall weather.Wirey hugs,Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-902161328716537166?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/902161328716537166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=902161328716537166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/902161328716537166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/902161328716537166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-update-and-thank-you.html' title='Just an update and thank you'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-116048830846783680</id><published>2006-10-10T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see everyone had a great time at the Montgomery County show on Sunday.  I wish I could have gone but my Great Grandma is in the hospital and wasn't doing so hot this weekend.  Thankfully according to my mommy she's doing a bit better.  They are talking about putting her in a nursing home for some rehab so that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday mom and dad and I went apple picking at Wilklow Orchards where mom has gone since she was a kid.  That was a fun time!  I got to munch on some apples and then mom let me go in the cold stream.  I got to see a billy goat and some chickens.  Mom says I'm not allowed near the chickens since she's not sure how I'd react to them.  Mmm tasty sounding to me if I do say so myself.  Then Sunday was the big day we went to do our usual walk with my friends.  I got to make a new friend an older girl named Daisy.  She had some issues as most always schnauzers do where I'm concerned since they always don't seem to like me.  I must have Schnauzer Cooties LOL.  I got to hang out with my buddy Punto the German Shepard.  Oh he is totally cool in my book he's such a big guy and he is always showing me cool spots to sniff.  Mom says I'm in idol worship with him and you know she might just be right.  I followed him EVERYWHERE I could that is since he was allowed to go off leash and alas I am never allowed to do so.  Mom says she'll be off to the hospital tonight to go visit grandma.  I have to remind her to give her a kiss just from me.  Well I'm off to go get Grandma and give her hand gardening.  Take care all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-116048830846783680?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/116048830846783680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=116048830846783680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/116048830846783680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/116048830846783680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-guys-its-good-to-see-everyone-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115992525912214565</id><published>2006-10-03T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow I can't believe it is already October.  Time sure flies when you're having fun I guess.  Mom told me that I have a little over a month to go until my first birthday.  Oh boy presents and cake!  Geesh I'm gonna count down them days now that I know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom says she can't believe she's getting tests again at school.  She said she just remembered why she didn't like school.  Tests and math.  My poor Mom.  Well my great grandma is home from a week long visit in the hospital.  No need to worry she wasn't feeling well and she went away on a little vacation as she calls it.  Man she's a funny funny lady.  Mom showed her where my treats are downstairs for her to give me.  Oh mom do I love you for that one!  My Aunt Nancy and my Uncle Mike stopped by tonight.  They had to make sure g.Grandma was home ok.  So of course they had to spend time with me.  I'm happy to report it was a nice weekend minus mom falling on her butt going off the porch.  Oh how funny that was.  She took that step off and boom on her bum she went.  Oh sorry mom but you even laughed.  Oh I did get to help my grandmother garden and plant her bulbs.  That was a good thing because I did get to help her dig.  Which I am pretty well trained at doing.  If I do say so myself.  I don't think I have much more to write about so I'm going to go sign off and help mom practice her human body notes so that she can ace this test tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good night all and a good day.  I'll talk to you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115992525912214565?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115992525912214565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115992525912214565' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115992525912214565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115992525912214565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-i-cant-believe-it-is-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115957753262362139</id><published>2006-09-29T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been stuck in the house the last few days as mom has been busy with school and dad works at night so sleep is important for him during the day.  I do get my time with grandma but she doesn't play like mom and dad do.  So yesterday was dad's day off so we got to spend the day together.   We ended up going to Petco to get my nails clipped because him and mom don't like doing that.   I then got to browse around with dad and show him all of the stuff I wanted.  I ended up coming home with some yummy biscuits and a few greenies.  We then met up with mom for lunch which was a yummy Burger King cheeseburger.  Oh how delicious a treat that was.  We then went home played at the park for a little while and then oh the joy we went and picked mom up from school.  So then tonight mom got home from running errands for school and she popped me in the SUV and off we went.  Oh to my surprise we ended up at my favorite park.  Well we even ran into my friend Neela the greyhound.  Well Neela's mom asked if we were going to go play in the ball fields and mom said yes it was her treat for me being a good boy!  So Neela and I were unleashed and off she took.  Man that girl can run.  I ran after her barking at her to wait for me but she didn't listen.  Our moms then decided we needed something to drink after all that running and boy were they right.  Next thing you know this cool Doberman Pinscher shows up by the name of Conan and oh even more fun!  We all got to play and run and I even got to play tug of war with my beloved frisbee.  Well we did some more running and playing when our parents decided it was time for us to go home.  Wow I haven't played that hard since gee I can't remember.  So it's dark out by now and mom is looking around for my frisbee.  Well she left without finding it I can't believe her.  But I do understand it's hard to see out there.  So now I'm back here enjoying the start to what just might a terrierific weekend.  Enjoy yourselves my friends.  Oh congrats to my girls Fee and Sunshade you two deserve those awesome awards!  Before I forget mom is enjoying her classes and learning again!  I'm so proud of her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115957753262362139?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115957753262362139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115957753262362139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115957753262362139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115957753262362139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-stuck-in-house-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115923463909181258</id><published>2006-09-25T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the new toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm online for a bit while mom just stares at the TV trying not to think of what classes are going to be like since today was only a half day and they messed up her schedule and she as she figured books weren't available yet. So she's just gonna relax and give me some time online how nice is my mom? Well I'm sure you're reading my title and going ok Oz what exactly is the new toy you have gotten? Well let me show you! Mom and Dad had heard my pleas after reading posts and seeing pictures on moms Yahoo! lists of other WFT's owning a new toy. Mom and Dad both know my deepest obession is getting my teeth on a real live squirrel. Unfortunately I don't have the skills quite yet to get my teeth on that savory creature so they bought me this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you this was one terrific toy!  But alas I didn't get to finish this toy since mom got worried about the way the fur I was pulling off was getting a bit swallowed and stuck so poof goes my squirrel.  Not fair!  I also did get a nice yummy soup bone which I want to thank Axel and his mom Daniella for giving mom that recipe I LOVE it!  Tastes so good and makes me drool.  It's almost better than my rawhide.  So I've been nominated and people voted for me as photo of the month but I think my friend Fee won and that's terrific.  Congrats possibly my dear Fee.  Oh and congrats to my friend Sunshade she won blog of the month!  How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was a little bit disappointed this weekend since we didn't do my weekly dog walk but mom made up for it with a trip to Petco and yep my new toy.  Oh I'm glad to hear that Butchy &amp; Snickers clothing line is doing well they were featured on DoggieWire so that anyone who subscribes to that email newsletter will be buying some of their clothing!  Congrats and best of luck on all the upcoming business.  Your mom makes some terrierific looking stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm gonna get going mom's looking a bit tired and I am going to want some kind of a walk and snuggle time.  Take care and talk to you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115923463909181258?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115923463909181258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115923463909181258' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115923463909181258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115923463909181258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-new-toy.html' title='Oh the new toy!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115888439433513630</id><published>2006-09-21T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm writing for the first time in a few days and I appologize for my lack of blogging.  Well I haven't been available lately because mom has been busy with getting ready to go back to school.  She starts on Monday but has been trying to get the house looking like it's clean so dad won't have a ton of cleaning to do since mom's never sure of how well dad is able to clean.  So mom has asked that after this weekend to bare with my posts since I won't be able to get online while she is doing homework and whatever else she might have to do in the first few weeks of being back to school after 12 years of being out of school.  So that is all I'm going to write.  Thank you to everyone who has voted for me for photo of the month I truly do appreciate it.  So I'm gonna go and snuggle with mom while she's sitting still long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115888439433513630?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115888439433513630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115888439433513630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115888439433513630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115888439433513630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-all-im-writing-for-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115846891837331103</id><published>2006-09-17T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been nominated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh wow I've been nominated on dogs with blogs photo of the month contest.  I so wanna win it's not even funny.  Couldn't ya wouldn't ya wanna vote for cute little me?  Pahlease!!  I'm cute enough for the win aren't I?  OK I've begged and grovelled enough.  Thank you to anyone who has or will vote for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115846891837331103?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115846891837331103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115846891837331103' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115846891837331103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115846891837331103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-nominated.html' title='I&apos;ve been nominated'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115835561396980336</id><published>2006-09-15T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes For A True Doggie Friend-I've been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK so my pals Butchy and Snickers have nicely tagged me to name five (5) things that make a true doggie friend.  I'm hoping I do this right because I'm not sure if they mean what it is I should do or what it is my humans should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So here goes brace yourselves folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  Always ready to lend an ear or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  Always up for a snuggle time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  Can keep a lap warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  Wearing the funny stuff mom buys for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5.  And last but not least gladly giving away my free kisses to whomever asks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now Butchy and Snickers since I am still a young pup I am not sure if that is what you wanted and quite frankly neither was my mom but she said I should just write down what I thought.  So to whomever I tagged next please forgive me if my directions weren't clear enough.  I wish I got creative like Butchy and Snickers and added pictures but mom's pictures aren't good as Linda's.  Mom asked me to let Linda know that she wishes she had your talent!  Now I must go and tagged 5 people to do this cool idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115835561396980336?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115835561396980336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115835561396980336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115835561396980336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115835561396980336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-makes-for-true-doggie-friend-ive.html' title='What Makes For A True Doggie Friend-I&apos;ve been Tagged!'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115828476242093662</id><published>2006-09-14T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:55.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love rainy days.  Not so much for the fact that I hate the rain falling on me but for the simple fact that I get snuggle and play time with my mom and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  There is nothing like just laying in bed with mom and being all snuggled next to her.  It's the best thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ng in the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20013.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                                                 Then to top it off dad is off today so I got special play time with my dad.  But the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; part?  We got to play alot together today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh man what a lucky guy I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20014.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the park when it cleared up for a bit and I got to run around like a mad man and catch my favorite frisbee.  I also met up with a cocker spaniel.  That dog wasn't into playing with me but hey that's fine whatever as mom says.  My mom starts school in a little over a week and they are deciding where I should go during her in school time.  They keep mentioning something about how I'd just be better going with her.  Not a bad idea if you ask me.  I could go around with her and help her carry her books.  Mom's patiently counting down the days.  Grandma mentioned something about wait 'til next week she'll be a basket case.  Oh speaking of grandma it seems she fractured her toe helping great grandma the other day.  So she's home with me and I can go snuggle in bed with her later tonight.  I should help her get around the house.  Yep it's true folks I am quite the snugglebug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So I found out that my friend Tilly is doing well and she's romping around her yard and jumping in true terrier fashion.  Keep up the good work my friend.  Now my friend in Argentina Chechu has a new human baby brother Fede.  Congrats to Chechu and new mom Jesica.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh did I mention they've nicknamed me destructo?  Yep I've managed to take down the bird feeder with my backyard lead and the old light pole that apparently still had some "juice" in it.  Don't know what juice is but I had a blast doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mom says that if you need anything torn down give her a call she'll send me over to knock it down for you.  Grandma just shakes her head at me and great grandma says she doesn't know what they'd do without me.  Am I going somewhere and no ones told me.  Mom then reassured me it's just a saying.  Oh ok that's fine then.  Well I'm going to go back to my duties as the official house snugglebug.  I like that nickname better than moms newest one for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ozzy aka destructo aka snugglebug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115828476242093662?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115828476242093662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115828476242093662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115828476242093662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115828476242093662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115798995311287277</id><published>2006-09-11T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:54.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My day at the dogwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well let me start off by saying I had such a good time doing the dog walk and I met so many new friends. I went with mom and dad which is always a good time. They had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; a bunch of snacks to hand out and dog frozen yogurt which tasted pretty good. My friend Amanda was there from Paws of Distinction and they got a picture with me and her. She said she's been enjoying my dog walk along with the other lady that was there from Paws. I am sorry I didn't catch her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's Amanda and me at the dogwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We then went to a bunch of other tents and I got to meet a few pit bulls who were really fun to play with. We also went to a fortune teller who read my paws and told mom that I'd live a long happy healthy life. Wow she's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did run into my buddy Barron from our river walks that mom does with me weekly with nasty Gulliver. I also ran into my good friend Kodiak. Oh I haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;seen Kodiak in a couple of hot months. We played around a bit and mom made sure to get his picture this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20004.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20004.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the left is Kodiak and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; on the left is Barron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So unfortunatey we didn't get to meet Annemarie Lucas face to face it was getting too hot and too late into the walk for it to happen and plus my mom forgot to buy more batteries for the camera and we didn't get as many pictures as we would have liked. But we did get me microchipped and now I'm good to go in case I get lost. Then came the best part dad bought me a hamburger to munch on. Oh man I love hamburgers off the grill I get them sometimes when mom or dad is grilling. The goody bag was a nice treat and mom got a shirt on it for raising an extra $25 plus. I got some free food samples a frisbee which lasted about 20 minutes. Some treats and a calendar for the rest of this year. That gave mom a good chuckle. I also saw two other wire fox terriers that weren't related to me. Mom was surprised to see two of them they were tinier than me and both girls. The people that we ran into kept complimenting mom on how well behaved I was and how handsome I was. She did get a bit upset because they kept thinking was a girl. Geesh I don't blame you there mom. With a name like Ozzy what did they think I was?! We had great weather but it was hot for me and mom. I did try the agility course and that was fun though mom was surprised I did it so well and caught on so fast. What does she think I am an idiot? I don't know about her somedays. I did find that mom was being followed by another dog a great dane. This chick kept walking up to my mother and followed her around. She pointed out to me that the great dane was behaving and listening to her better than I usually do. Well being that big I'd try to listen better too. What does she expect from a terrier? So we finally went home after a long day of walking, shopping, and hanging out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Sunday comes along and I'm a snoring pup in between mom and dad when that nasty alarm goes off signaling that it's time for us to get up. Well I wasn't happy to hear it I knew dad was home there was no need to get up. Mom then tells me it's time to get moving we have plans for the day. Well wait what plans? She didn't discuss them with me. We were going to my favorite place the dog walk! Oh what fun more dealing with Gulliver. But wait we pull up and who's there but my girl Shayna. Oh how happy was I to see my friend and big buddy. Gulliver of course started immediately and mom told dad to just keep walking she goes over and tells Gulliver to back off and stop it. YAY mom. Well finally Shayna sees what Gulliver is doing and boom she puts him in his place. God I love them dominate females. So we go for an extra long walk and I have my human buddy Jesse walking along with me and telling me his funny Ozzy stories. I missed that kid last time we were there. We finally come around that corner and what do I see but the beach and the river that means yep I can get dirty and smelly. So we hit the beach and mom's stil got me on lead just because she wants to go in the water with me and here comes Gulliver for round two. Well I don't know who was faster my friends my fearless mom or my Shayna. They were both right there telling Gulliver to stop it. Gulliver's mom needs to pay more attention to her pup. So we finally decided it was time to get moving we had some yard work to do. Mom did get me a new scarf because it benefitted the Aussie dog Rescue. She says anything to save any kind of animal. So here is my picture of me and dad eatting our burgers and hanging out like guys do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20003.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20003.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/fireworks%20highpark%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/320/fireworks%20highpark%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;These are some other dogs that I met at the dog walk.  So let me finish this off by saying sorry it took so long to post.  Tilly is doing much better.  Also let's keep those who lost their lives today on 9/11/01 in our prayers.  Mom says it was quite a tragic day.  Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115798995311287277?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115798995311287277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115798995311287277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115798995311287277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115798995311287277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-day-at-dogwalk.html' title='My day at the dogwalk'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29831083.post-115792187382791176</id><published>2006-09-10T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:29:54.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey guys</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be posting in my blog tomorrow about my fun day yesterday at the dog walk it was a blast and I met alot of my old friends and some new ones too.  So look tomorrow evening for a new blog posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirey hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29831083-115792187382791176?l=ozzywftny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/feeds/115792187382791176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29831083&amp;postID=115792187382791176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115792187382791176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29831083/posts/default/115792187382791176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozzywftny.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-guys.html' title='hey guys'/><author><name>Life with Ozzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05584080274861561840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/945/3188/1600/ozzy%20car.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
