﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><ttl>60</ttl><title>BLOG.TEAMROCKETDOG.NET</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net</link><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 05:46:19 GMT</lastBuildDate><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 05:46:19 GMT</pubDate><language>en</language><copyright /><itunes:subtitle> </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author /><itunes:summary /><description /><itunes:owner><itunes:name /><itunes:email>kristy@beardsleefamily.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:category text="Arts" /><item><title>Leo is NOT amused</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/03/07/leo-is-not-amused.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;That title pretty much says it all. Leo is not a happy camper the last couple days. You see, his mean mom took him to vet and left him there. While he was there, he got sleepy and when he woke up, his boy parts were gone. Ooooo, those evil humans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, we know Leo does not like change. It never goes over well, ever. So, we wanted to try to avoid any kind of e-collar because we knew it wouldn't go over well. We lasted 1 day before Leo was trying to lick his incision. So the collar went on. In an effort to make this as painless as possible, we bought an inflatable collar instead of making him wear the traditional cone contraption (we were pretty sure that would result in broken things and a very traumatized Leo).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo is NOT amused with his new headwear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/LeoisNOTamused.jpg?a=19"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Poor guy could not figure out how to lay down or get comfortable with the collar on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Maybe if I sit on mom I'll feel better."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/ifIsitonmom.jpg?a=73"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mom has a great view . . . not&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/momsview.jpg?a=44"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally I took pity on Leo and sat on the floor. He snuggled in (in hopes I would save him from the evil collar) and then figured out how to use it as a pillow and fell asleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leofinallygavein.jpg?a=42"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then we repeated the same problem this morning. The only way he could get comfortable was to lay on top of me. And Rocky didn't want to be left out. (Don't mind me, I had just gotten out of the shower and was trying to get the rest of my coffee in me)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/mommysaveme.jpg?a=52"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For now Leo is napping on the floor without the inflatable collar. Some outside time with the Mr helped tire him out. And I am hoping he understand my rule that if he leaves his incision alone and stay in a room with a human, he can have it off. But if he wants to roam the house or bugs his incision, it goes back on. Wish us all luck, it is going to be a tough couple days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/03/07/leo-is-not-amused.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">5604059f-7499-45e7-8830-cd7c7927baea</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 18:49:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Dock Jumping wrapup</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/03/04/dock-jumping-wrapup.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I am a few days late with the wrap up, but things got even busier after the weekend. Rocky went into Sunday being 4th in the Senior division. The top 5 dogs make the finals later in the day. Rocky gave it his all, but there were 2 other dogs that jumped a smidge bigger than him and dropped him down to 6th. He might have jumped a bit better, but there were some handler errors. The Mr and I were a bit rusty from 3 months off, but not Rocky. We are incredibly proud of Rocketmonster! His best jump of the weekend was 19'6", that is only 1 foot less than his personal best he set in September. Not bad for a dog who has had a pretty lazy winter due to cold and ice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the only picture we got. Look at that smile and the intensity!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 435px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rocky_Outdoorama.jpg?a=29"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/03/04/dock-jumping-wrapup.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">139b09b9-5ac4-4a28-a594-a8e7ed9098c4</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:08:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Jumping - Day 2</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/28/jumping--day-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I'll post a wrap-up once the weekend is over, but just wanted to give a quick update. Rocky was jumping good today too. His best jump was 19'6". As of right now, that puts us 4th in his division. But there is 1 more round of jumping before finals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/28/jumping--day-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">552c6a6b-1f1d-4c48-a827-268b310b8459</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 13:40:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Dock jumping has started for 2010</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/26/dock-jumping-has-started-for-2010.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The first event for 2010 has begun. On his first day, Rocky's best jump was 19'4". Not bad for an 8 year old dog who has been rather lazy this winter. Two more days of jumping - we will see what it brings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/26/dock-jumping-has-started-for-2010.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">f35d4ec4-bade-4208-996f-bc94b030931b</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 03:17:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Leo versus his tail</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/18/leo-versus-his-tail.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Leo doesn't just chase his tail, he catches it and pulls himself around by it. This cracks the Mr and I up. But it never lasts long enough for us to get it on video. I finally did. And the licking he does at the end, that is because he pulls so hard, he pulls hair out of his tail. Silly, silly Leo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0pzyo_hmj0"&gt;Leo versus his tail video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/18/leo-versus-his-tail.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">d70871c0-d86a-4aac-9423-558738c20ddf</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 19:02:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Fun snow day</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/10/fun-snow-day.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;We finally got some big snowfall here in the great white north. This is the biggest snow we have had this winter and we ended up with about 8 inches. Needless to say the boys were ready to go play.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo couldn't wait for us to get a lot of snow, so he started yesterday when we only had an inch or so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Um, do I have something on my face?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/somethingonmyface.jpg?a=15"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy, was Leo excited this morning to see that the couple inches we had when we went to bed had multiplied to lots and lots of snow. The Mr and I went outside to clean off his car to head to work and Leo did not want to come back in. So, he camped out on the deck to survey his snowy domain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;King of the mountain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/kingofthehill.jpg?a=77"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(sorry it is dark, the sun wasn't up yet)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Hey, what's in here?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/whatsinthere.jpg?a=27"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is Leo after 2 hours outside supervising me shoveling and snow blowing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/tiredLeo1.jpg?a=23"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The boys were so tired, they put themselves in their crates and napped for at least an hour. Now that is unheard of!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 476px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/tiredincrates.jpg?a=79"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then in an effort to redeem myself to all of you, I took the boys out to play again to get some action shots to share. You see it is hard to take pictures while I am shoveling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rocky chasing the Frisbee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rockychasingfrisbee.jpg?a=13"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(sorry he is blurry, he was fast today)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Mom, throw my Frisbee! I like to play Frisbee!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 511px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rockywithfrisbee.jpg?a=14"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo rolling in the snow - like always.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 401px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leorolling.jpg?a=74"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "What?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 459px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leorolling2.jpg?a=27"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All in all a fun day in the snow for the boys and me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/10/fun-snow-day.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">2ede161d-4d6d-4386-b58c-5e4e66ee0272</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:20:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Leo makes silly faces</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/04/leo-makes-silly-faces.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The day after my niece and nephew left, the Mr and I were &lt;strike&gt;recovering&lt;/strike&gt;, I mean, hanging out. Leo was not happy about his new friends being gone and was being a general pain. Poor Mr, he isn't used to Leo behaving like this. I, however, get this Leo at least once a week. Although it doesn't usually last as long as it did Tuesday. But I think that is because the Mr and I were both home and Leo was hoping to convince one human to bend to his will. So, in an effort to calm the Leo monster, I was showing the Mr how I sit on the floor and Leo lays with me and I rub his head and ears (I think it helps quiet all the voices in his head). The Mr was laughing at the faces Leo was making.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Oh, mom is rubbing head."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leoheadrub.jpg?a=73"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It feels sooooooo good!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/feelsgood.jpg?a=80"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/04/leo-makes-silly-faces.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8982111f-a665-4f40-9ea5-f42a2f2ff8a6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 19:30:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>We are back</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/02/we-are-back.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;We are back and blogging. We (ok, me) had some camera issues. I ended up needing to buy a new point and shoot camera. The Mr has a fancy SLR, but I prefer the ease and size of a point and shoot to catch all the great Team Rocketdog moments. Then add in a visit from our niece and nephew and things have been a bit crazy around here. Like this -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "Um, where is my crate? It belongs right here."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_whereismycrate.jpg?a=3"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/02/02/we-are-back.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">c0aaeaae-42de-43b7-bb08-a062e1105667</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 01:43:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>When Leo is quiet</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/07/when-leo-is-quiet.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;you should always go check on him. He isn't necessarily getting into trouble, but he could be waiting for just the right moment. So, Leo had been a bit too quiet for a bit too long this morning and I went to check on him. He wasn't getting in trouble, but he certainly was in an interesting predicament.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "I'm not up to anything!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/notuptoanything.jpg?a=62"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Just looking for kibble and treats that I may have flung out of my Kong earlier."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/betweencrates.jpg?a=83"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Anything behind here?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/behindbigcrate.jpg?a=57"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Maybe around the corner?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/aroundbigcrate.jpg?a=43"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Why are you laughing at me? I do to fit back here!" (now I just have to figure out how to get out)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 365px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/layingaroundbigcrate.jpg?a=24"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/07/when-leo-is-quiet.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">014cfc51-949a-406f-a66e-29190fa4f019</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 00:54:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>More Christmas toys</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/05/more-christmas-toys.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Christmas just keeps coming for the boys. We got a package yesterday and it had more toys for the boys (and a few things for us). Not that they are spoiled or anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo isn't sure what to think. He always has to investigate new toys, or new treats or new people or . . . . well, anything new.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 446px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leowonderswhatitis.jpg?a=34"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rocky on the other hand goes straight for the head, er I mean squeaker.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 440px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rockygoesforthehead.jpg?a=34"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "Oh, it's a toy!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_ohitisatoy.jpg?a=83"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rocky decides that he should just shake it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rocky_Imgonnashakeit.jpg?a=9"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/05/more-christmas-toys.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">d23ddaa0-1df0-4209-88b4-293ae65b5e31</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:17:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Leo isn't cold</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/04/leo-isnt-cold.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;It has been colder than normal here in the great white north, but that doesn't matter to Leo. At least once a day, he wants to hang out on the deck and watch the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "I don't have to come in, do I? I'm not cold."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 392px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/notcold.jpg?a=34"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/04/leo-isnt-cold.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8d04692d-2c28-4419-8a2a-70eaf75c39aa</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 02:19:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>The boys and their Christmas toys</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/03/the-boys-and-their-christmas-toys.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The boys got some new toys for Christmas. Well, we actually waited a few days later, but they didn't know. Christmas always lasts a few days at our house in order to see all the family. Here are some pictures of Leo and the Christmas Moose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First, he must smell the moose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 453px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/smellymoose.jpg?a=2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, he must taste the moose. Just a nibble.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/tastymoose.jpg?a=62"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what exactly is this moose made of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/whatismoose.jpg?a=1"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And not to be left out, here is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xw-EYsJJ8Go"&gt;video of Rocky and the Christmas Monkey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/03/the-boys-and-their-christmas-toys.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">2a583356-2157-4cfe-9b1b-c793de2cb184</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:30:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Silly, silly Leo</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/01/silly-silly-leo.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You aren't supposed to try to fit the crate sideways . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 451px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leoincratesideways.jpg?a=33"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I guess you can if you want to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2010/01/01/silly-silly-leo.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">41527879-af05-4d7d-9abc-f543d7e0c3c9</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:42:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Twas the night before Christmas</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/22/twas-the-night-before-christmas.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;span style="widows: 2; text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; white-space: normal; orphans: 2; letter-spacing: normal; word-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Twas the night before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;when all thru the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not a creature was stirring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;not even a mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The children were nestled, all snug in their beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;With no thought of the dog outside filling their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Mom in her kerchief and I in my cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knew the dog was cold, but didn’t care about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did the dog break his chain and get into the trash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When what to my wondering eyes should appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But Santa Claus, with his eyes full of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last year’s Christmas present now painfully sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let’s find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;For Santa had made one thing painfully clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The gift of a dog is not just for the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In our haste to fill the kids' Christmas list,&lt;br&gt;There was one important thing we missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A dog should be family, and cared for the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don’t give a gift, then put it on a chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I heard him explain as he rode out of site,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;“You weren’t given a 'gift.' You were given a life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/22/twas-the-night-before-christmas.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">709b7e55-975f-4d1c-8d91-0f52651a70a8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 22:06:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Please . . .</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/15/please---.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;"Please mom, can we go outside? I see it snowing!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 431px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/please.jpg?a=21"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried explaining that the snow wasn't sticking and that it was just wet out. But no amount of explaining seemed to work because he could see those big fat flakes slowly falling to the ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/15/please---.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8a0b5b7e-10b8-438d-af5d-1748879e3dea</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 19:41:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Fun in the snow</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/12/fun-in-the-snow-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;A few days ago we got our first good snow fall. We had had a few dustings before that, but now there was a couple inches to play in. That idea had Leo all excited. What he failed to realize was that with this great gift of snow came some absolutely frigid temperatures and a bitter wind (we are talking about wind chills well below zero). It was the kind of cold and wind we get in the middle of the winter here in the great white north, not December. But that didn't matter to Leo, it was snow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Mom, what is taking so long?"(this was the look I got as I was adding layers of clothes, boots and enough cold-weather gear to cover every part of me.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_whatistakingsolong.jpg?a=84"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rocky helping me get dressed - yes he was that close the whole time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Rockywaiting.jpg?a=39"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo says, "Are you &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; ready?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_areyouready.jpg?a=24"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And they wrestle!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/snowwrestling.jpg?a=66"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leo likes to roll in the snow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/snowrolling.jpg?a=69"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still rolling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/snowrolling2.jpg?a=36"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How Leo liked to spend his afternoon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_onthedeck.jpg?a=52"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;And like this - Leo says, "I don't know why you were so cold mom?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leo_layingonthedeck.jpg?a=59"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/12/fun-in-the-snow-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">2d1763e4-84e6-4414-802b-64ad0c26ba7e</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 01:06:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>It is a rough life</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/10/it-is-a-rough-life.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;It is a rough life for my boys. They will tell you. We left them for a week with a fantastic dog sitter who stays with them and spoils them rotten. Yup, a tough life. This is what they looked like the day after we got home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So tired . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/RufflifeRocky.jpg?a=56"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/RufflifeLeo.jpg?a=48"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why yes, I am comfortable!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/YesLeoiscomfy.jpg?a=14"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is also comfortable. . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/comfyRocky.jpg?a=18"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So is this . . . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/comfyLeo.jpg?a=42"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"What is so funny about my face?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/comfyRockylip.jpg?a=64"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Why yes, I am a lap dog!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/lapdogLeo.jpg?a=20"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On any given afternoon, you can find the dogs in any of those positions on the couch. Tough life, I tell you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/12/10/it-is-a-rough-life.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">f8c1b163-7205-4a5f-839c-c548f84dee18</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:00:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Two of my favorite boys</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/19/two-of-my-favorite-boys.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;A self-portrait the Mr took the other night. Rocky had been sick the evening before and needed some extra love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 466px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/JasonandRockycuddle.jpg?a=22"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/19/two-of-my-favorite-boys.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">d38018e8-4410-4872-80f9-43844c1f72c4</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:24:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Leo just looks guilty</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/19/leo-just-looks-guilty.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Here we were enjoying a lazy afternoon. The dogs napping one the couch, me on my laptop. And then Leo hops off the couch to pick up a ball off the floor. This alone is already out of his character, then he takes the ball off to the other room, where I hear him flopping around playing in a crate. Leo is not really fond of his crate (or Rocky's or any crate really). So, I figure he is up to no good. I get up to go check on him and this is what I find.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Why do you think I am up to something, ma? I am just playing."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/lookingguilty.jpg?a=33"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is an example of the things that can happen when Leo is crated. Now in the past, I had left things in his crate to comfort/soothe him. Then I realized that &lt;a href="http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/08/18/leo-versus-the-pillow.aspx"&gt;mistake&lt;/a&gt;. Believe it or not, this pillow was &lt;strong&gt;on top&lt;/strong&gt; of his crate and I just forgot to move it when I put him in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/Leovspillow.jpg?a=5"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/19/leo-just-looks-guilty.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">9610f62e-af6b-41d2-a446-600bb76bbf44</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:12:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Rocky and Leo had a friend over</title><link>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/16/rocky-and-leo-had-a-friend-over.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>rockysmom</dc:creator><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Rocky and Leo had a visitor over yesterday. We won't tell them that she came to visit so her human mom could come visit with me. They just know that Leila came visit. Leila is part dog, part kangaroo and part ninja - the pictures will explain it. Leila and Leo ran around the yard chasing each other. Leo was bigger, but Leila won with her super-secret fighting technique.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm gonna get you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/rawr.jpg?a=18"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A game of chase&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 327px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/chase.jpg?a=83"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Leila the kangaroo-ninja&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 442px;" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/5/6/6/2/6/172983-162665/ninjaLeila.jpg?a=8"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the visit Leila! Come back any time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://blog.teamrocketdog.net/2009/11/16/rocky-and-leo-had-a-friend-over.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">9124ce2d-b641-4be2-a8bb-2a194ecf902d</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:16:00 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>