<?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-1825038390017674464</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:18:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Paws in Pittsburgh</title><subtitle type='html'>The down-and-dirty on raising a Jack Russell Terrier in Pittsburgh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-4616082642191347631</id><published>2009-11-15T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:20:08.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Fun around the House and the New Trainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SwC2vd_Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CPBo2_pUMwU/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SwC2vd_Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CPBo2_pUMwU/s400/DSC01431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hi Friends! Skyler and I have had a ton going on. We apologize for the silence, but don't think the craziness has quieted. I've been really busy with school work and preparing for our move back to Massachusetts. So, for the past two weeks, we haven't had time for much of anything. We have our morning walks and Ryan and Skyler have their night walks, but no Frick. That's right ladies and gentlemen, no frisbee, no tennis balls and no free reign squirrel chasing. It's been driving Skyler nuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; At times like these, the little angel finds his own fun with socks, shoes and my collection of Brides Magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; By this afternoon, I think all three of us were getting a little tired of sitting on the sofa doing work. Sitting between my fiancee and I typing on laptops is not Skyler's idea of a fun afternoon. So, we played hide-and-go-seek. My fiancee and I were the hiders and Skyler always the seeker, but you'd be surprised to learn how long this went on for before it got old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We talked to another trainer back in Massachusetts. We'd like to bring Skyler and my parents new puppy to classes each week. Upon our first discussion, the trainer established that I'm making some pretty significant boo-boos with the munchkin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In his eyes I shouldn't be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sleeping with Skyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;: He said this diminishes my power as the alpha. He said Skyler should be sleeping at the bottom of the bed or even on the floor, but that we should definitely not be spooning. And while I can see his point, I don't think the sleeping situation is going to change anytime soon. We have to draw the line somewhere and snuggling is a top priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Skyler shouldn't be fed by hand anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;. Now, this directly opposes our last trainer's method. But we'll try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Limit the snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;. He said that giving your dog snacks all the time is not something that happens in the dog world. He said a dog typically gives another dog their food when they're intimidated by that dog. I'm not sure if I buy the intimidation deal, but I do believe in dog obesity and I definitely don't want to be faced with that someday in the future. So we'll monitor the snack giving. I'll admit I share dinner sometimes. This is a behavior I have to work on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Doggie opinions anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&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/1825038390017674464-4616082642191347631?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4616082642191347631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-fun-around-house-and-new.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/4616082642191347631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/4616082642191347631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-fun-around-house-and-new.html' title='Finding Fun around the House and the New Trainer'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SwC2vd_Oj1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CPBo2_pUMwU/s72-c/DSC01431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-6750549490368430882</id><published>2009-11-15T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:44:02.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyler Solves the Case of the Missing Person Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Check out Skyler's most recent antics. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACNRN5PcywQ"&gt;New Video!!&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;&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/1825038390017674464-6750549490368430882?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6750549490368430882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/skyler-solves-case-of-missing-person.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/6750549490368430882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/6750549490368430882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/skyler-solves-case-of-missing-person.html' title='Skyler Solves the Case of the Missing Person Video'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-2194173313886561039</id><published>2009-10-28T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:24:48.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Man Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I don't know what's gotten into him today. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He's finally napping, so let us just cross our fingers that the rest of the day goes by smoothly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I woke up this morning with plenty of dishes to do. So, I put my ear phones on and while singing Tiny Dancer started my scrubbing. (Little did I know, Skyler had also started on his own "project.") Soon later, looking at an &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;empty sink,&amp;nbsp;I got that excited "there's only a few spoons left" feeling. "Finally," I thought, "I can sit down with my coffee."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Well, Mr. Man had different plans for Mommy and it wasn't long until I discovered a living room of toilet paper scraps. An entire roll to be more exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh6G374sSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-RpFLGNeQBE/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh6G374sSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-RpFLGNeQBE/s320/DSC01392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh6KdlhirI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f_dJ3BF-Wmc/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh6KdlhirI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f_dJ3BF-Wmc/s320/DSC01393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;While I finished vacuuming up the tiny pieces, he destroyed a pencil he found on the table. And he did all this before he had me chasing him around the apartment with the movie Ryan and I rented last night in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I put in his favorite movie and this kept his attention for a short bit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh7kKBddrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kMOsDAZTo1g/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh7kKBddrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kMOsDAZTo1g/s320/DSC01394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh96if6AzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nSld0ibz3HY/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh96if6AzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nSld0ibz3HY/s320/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;But a loud truck clunking around outside lured him to the bedroom window and sure enough he started with his "I'm the boss of this place" barking routine. This is a fairly new routine that Ryan and I really have to work on. It's the first time in a while that Skyler hasn't been enrolled in classes. So, I've been searching around online for some advice on addressing this new behavior before it gets too out of control. I did find some great &lt;a href="http://blogs.dogster.com/good-dog/my-dog-barks-at-everything-any-advice/2008/10/29/"&gt;advice for big mouth doggies&lt;/a&gt;. And while I don't agree with leashing him and giving him a yank when he barks, I do agree with the concept of distracting him and giving him something better to do. He'd still much rather train and get treats from Ryan and I than bark. So my homework for a few weeks will be to try this method out. Anyone have any other ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's napping now. I tried to snap a picture, but he opened his eyes and lifted his head quickly. Terrified that I had woken the monster, I wisely tip-toed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh-Y-K0JYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kgP6_kuAPJ0/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh-Y-K0JYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kgP6_kuAPJ0/s320/DSC01397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1825038390017674464-2194173313886561039?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2194173313886561039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-man-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/2194173313886561039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/2194173313886561039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-man-day.html' title='A Crazy Man Day'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Suh6G374sSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-RpFLGNeQBE/s72-c/DSC01392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-7548832873105996098</id><published>2009-10-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:56:37.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I just posted another video to the right. It's documentation of one of Skyler's crazy "terrier moments." &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnF8X7WPJxg"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&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/1825038390017674464-7548832873105996098?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7548832873105996098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-video-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/7548832873105996098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/7548832873105996098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-video-post.html' title='New Video Post'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-1086749050684631824</id><published>2009-10-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:31:40.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Punkin' Picks His Very Own Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_lP2Wo9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nphg2qq3LrA/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_lP2Wo9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nphg2qq3LrA/s200/DSC01375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We picked our pumpkins today!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Skyler was a crazy man sorting through the waves of orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I've been incredibly busy with school, but it was a nice break to enjoy the beautiful weather today. We went to a small church on Fifth that had a TON of pumpkins. Skyler was really pushy to begin with. He wanted to suck in all the action. But once he realized he wasn't going to miss out on anything, he calmed down and sorted through the pumpkins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My fiancee and I chose a larger one to carve. Skyler picked out a smaller one with a long stem. (He's been doing some carving of his own since we left the lot. If you look closely you can see the teeth marks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although I didn't have too much time to play, it was nice to get out of the house. As I type,&amp;nbsp;Sky's rolling his new pumpkin around the living room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_Z-9EPOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oqPzUM1D-mM/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_Z-9EPOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oqPzUM1D-mM/s400/DSC01372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_iv8d9UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fQ9w5DUWPWg/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_iv8d9UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fQ9w5DUWPWg/s400/DSC01374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_oSscd_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ifTmjG71yGg/s1600-h/DSC01381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_oSscd_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ifTmjG71yGg/s400/DSC01381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_qSlkK_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5B9MNANz2qo/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_qSlkK_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5B9MNANz2qo/s400/DSC01383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_uZjFU7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3xv09mQpYk/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_uZjFU7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3xv09mQpYk/s400/DSC01386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;So, now that my family has officially dived into the Halloween-season festivities, I'm wondering about costumes. We only have a week and I'm still not sure if we'll spend Halloween carving or if we'll dress Sky up and go for a long walk. Any ideas for costumes? Shall we get into the great debate about whether or not its OK to dress up our four-legged friends? Skyler doesn't have a thick coat and gets cold very easily, so he already has a hoodie, jacket and Christmas sweater—what's a costume going to hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&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/1825038390017674464-1086749050684631824?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1086749050684631824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-punkin-gets-his-own-pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/1086749050684631824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/1086749050684631824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-punkin-gets-his-own-pumpkin.html' title='My Punkin&apos; Picks His Very Own Pumpkin'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/SuS_lP2Wo9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nphg2qq3LrA/s72-c/DSC01375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-1878251224938904656</id><published>2009-10-18T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:25:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I had to board Skyler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm attending a communicators conference this until Tuesday and my fiance is back in MA visiting family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This wasn't a rash decision. I did my homework and found a great fit for him. He's overnight camping at Camp Bow Wow while I'm gone. They have webcams so I can watch him from the conference, which helps. And they are really understanding and sweet with the dogs. I had to set up an interview almost a month ago. They had a three hour evaluation process in order to clear him for registration. It puts me at ease that they want to make sure all the dogs there aren't aggressive or protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And Skyler loves playing with other dogs. This place is literally a Chuckie Cheese for dogs. Skyler will have tons of other campers and toys to play with. I know I shouldn't worry. I just don't like to leave him.&amp;nbsp;I dropped &amp;nbsp;him off about an hour ago. I'll admit I was upset. I knew he didn't want to go. He was hiding between my legs and after trying to lure him with treats and noises and even pulling him gently, one of the helpers had to resort to picking him up and carrying him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I realize I sound like a crazy dog lady. To be honest, I was full blown sobbing by the time I got back behind the wheel. I'm doing OK now. I packed him an overnight back with blankets, his toys and some treats. I measured and bagged his food for each meal. He'll be fine. I have to think of the positive. It'll be another great opportunity for him to socialize with other dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My fiance has already been on the webcams. He said Skyler's doing great and is playing around with the dogs. Check it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.campbowwow.com/us/pa/pittsburgh/CamperCams/tabid/3131/Default.aspx"&gt;Doggie Cam&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Skyler's usually in the Kennywoof room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1825038390017674464-1878251224938904656?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1878251224938904656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/separation-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/1878251224938904656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/1878251224938904656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-8449388168804420597</id><published>2009-10-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:47:16.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/StjppNsvhtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BEflIobm1gk/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/StjppNsvhtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BEflIobm1gk/s320/DSC01286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I find bones in my bed sheets, under pillows and in-between my couch cushions. Skyler can be like a secret agent when hiding them. He's very methodical and he whines until he's found the perfect spot. If you walk in while he's hiding.... that's it.... he's off to find a new spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out the video "Skyler hides his bone" on the right.&amp;nbsp;&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/1825038390017674464-8449388168804420597?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8449388168804420597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/8449388168804420597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/8449388168804420597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-video.html' title='New Video'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/StjppNsvhtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BEflIobm1gk/s72-c/DSC01286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-4578552064683834888</id><published>2009-10-16T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:39:40.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me or the Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm living in an "It's Me or the Dog" episode.&lt;/b&gt; Yesterday my fiancee took Skyler out while I was doing some homework. I was sitting in front of the computer and it shocked me when he burst into the room and slammed the door behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "I'm sick of this bullshit! He doesn't listen to a thing I say!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He complained about the pulling, the barking, but mostly the ignoring. Skyler's graduated from two different obedience schools now. He knows "sit," "down" and "come." He gives high fives, walks on a loose leash and drops things from his mouth. BUT only when he wants to or if there's a treat involved. (He loves Lil Bits. An older trainer of ours recommended them because they're strong smelling and are small enough that he won't hurt his stomach after training.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I calmed my fiancee down. I've never gotten that angry about it, but I knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; what he was talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Skyler's yanked me down the street after birds and squirrels plenty of times. And the moment he hears me turn on the shower, he raises havoc. He's chewed pens until the ink explodes, chews holes in my comforter, destroyed high heel shoes and gotten into my fiancee's DVD collection. I know what you're thinking, put him in the cage. But he cries and whines. I feel so awful cooping him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With our current financial situation and the horrible experience I had with the last crazy trainer, I wasn't convinced that school was the best choice. We negotiated that we'd make a trip to Barnes and Noble this weekend and pick out a book to follow. Don't get me wrong, we play with Skyler all the time. We aren't looking for the PERFECT dog. We love his energetic personality. (I've added some more silly videos to the right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I would never want a robot dog that just waits for his next command. I just want to be able to go on walks without so much chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;If you have any similar experiences, I'd love to hear them! Book suggestions and photos are welcome!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1825038390017674464-4578552064683834888?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4578552064683834888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-me-or-dog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/4578552064683834888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/4578552064683834888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-me-or-dog.html' title='It&apos;s Me or the Dog!'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-6975971741512325709</id><published>2009-10-07T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:25:05.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neighbors Move Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;This week the neighbors from the apartment next to us moved. I watched a few moving men buzz in and they were gone within a few hours. I'm know Skyler misses the kitty that lived there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;He loved running up the stairs after walks and waiting at the door for the cat to come over and greet him. We didn't know the neighbors too well, so we weren't really even sure what the cat's name was. My fiancee and I just called him Kitty. "Where's Kitty?" we'd ask Skyler. He'd tilt his head like he was listening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;They didn't know each other that well—just the few moments of playing in the gap between carpet and the bottom of the door. The cat would tease him by showing just enough of his paw and then try to slap him. (Watch the YouTube video to the right "Skyler Makes a Kitty Friend" to see the two of them playing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;We hiked through the trails at Frick today for an hour or so.&amp;nbsp;Skyler loves chasing the birds and squirrels just off the trails. He waits at the bottom of trees looking up at the animals he's chased up the trunk, as if they are going to fall for his whines and puppy eyes and come back down to play. Unfortunately, for Skyler, they aren't a sucker for his games. (I'm pretty sure he learned these behaviors from the treats I give him at the dinner table. Unlike the squirrels, I can be a sucker.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;My fiancee and I were hoping that Skyler would get all of his energy out at the park, but no such luck. He napped for a while and is now back at it. Before coming back in he waited at the door next to ours for kitty. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1825038390017674464-6975971741512325709?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6975971741512325709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/neighbors-move-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/6975971741512325709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/6975971741512325709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/neighbors-move-out.html' title='The Neighbors Move Out'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1825038390017674464.post-847865845779259670</id><published>2009-10-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:26:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Muddy Paws!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Ssqo_qY8w_I/AAAAAAAAADc/2L8YegOeI4o/s1600-h/babyskyler.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Ssqo_qY8w_I/AAAAAAAAADc/2L8YegOeI4o/s320/babyskyler.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A little over a year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, I moved to Pittsburgh with my fiancee and 10-week-old Jack Russell Terrier, Skyler, so that I could attend graduate studies. I rode in a Penske Truck for a little over 14 hours with a fur ball the size of a softball in my lap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;        He's much larger now — people ask if he's part Greyhound or Dalmatian — but throughout all of his puppy stages, doggie schools and day camps, the constant has been his rule of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;         With Skyler's energy level being so high, I've learned to take advantage of the pet perks of Pittsburgh, so that he can get out, meet other dogs and play. If you, too, have puppies that run laps in the living room, be sure to keep an eye out for the Local Events links I'll post on the right sidebar. I promise you they'll nap after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;         He's made me pull at my hair for all the ear phones, door stops, prescription glasses and DVDs he's chewed up, but I have absolutely no clue what I would do without him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;         Here I'll share all the frustrations, laughs and love I share with my Pup.  And I'd like to hear your stories as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1825038390017674464-847865845779259670?l=muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/847865845779259670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-muddy-paws.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/847865845779259670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1825038390017674464/posts/default/847865845779259670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muddypawsinpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-muddy-paws.html' title='Welcome to Muddy Paws!'/><author><name>JRT Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951775948933755699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLrDcICFUhk/Ssqo_qY8w_I/AAAAAAAAADc/2L8YegOeI4o/s72-c/babyskyler.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
