<?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-8741722</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:27.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....torri's blog....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-113103243639523039</id><published>2005-11-03T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T10:40:36.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my birthday!!  I'm 11!!  Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-113103243639523039?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/113103243639523039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=113103243639523039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/113103243639523039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/113103243639523039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-my-birthday-im-11-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-112914811020342160</id><published>2005-10-12T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:16:30.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is so boring. it won't stop raining! i really don't like rain and getting wet. jenn took us to the doggie store though! i got a little bit wet but it was fun. we went to buy chewies because there were no more at home and sis and I needed something to do.  We got clothes too. normally i don't like wearing things but i love my new sweatshirt. it says alpha dog obedience school on it. because i am alpha dog of course.  AND i don't really know what obedience is so jenn says its funny. here is me taking a nap with my hoodie up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1500/608/1600/Picture0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1500/608/200/Picture023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-112914811020342160?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/112914811020342160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=112914811020342160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112914811020342160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112914811020342160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-is-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-112909203610294443</id><published>2005-10-12T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:40:36.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had one of those yucky tickies on me tonight.  It was the ugly kind that gets really big and it was in between my toes!  Jenn took it off and put ointment stuff on and I tried to lick it off.  She said its hard to tell if I have any tickies because I'm a hairy fluff ball since I didn't go to the groomer.  Does that mean I might still have to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-112909203610294443?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/112909203610294443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=112909203610294443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112909203610294443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112909203610294443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-one-of-those-yucky-tickies-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-112878285787166029</id><published>2005-10-08T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:47:37.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehehee.  I got out of going to the groomer again!  I didn't know I had to go today because Jenn didnt tell me this time.  but when daddy is giving me pieces of london broil at 8 in the morning and trying to get me to follow him, I knew something was up.  "come on torri lets go bye bye in the car" hahaha!  they think I'm going to fall for THAT?  silly people.  I sat on my bed by my igloo and did not move.  if they came close I growled like a big scary dog.  It worked.  They didnt try to pick me up.  Then I heard the car pull away and sister was in it.  she still had to go.  Nah nah na nah nah.  I am enjoying this lazy rainy day sprawled out on jenn's bed.  No haircut for me.  Shagginess looks cuter anyway. They say I look like a teddy bear :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-112878285787166029?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/112878285787166029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=112878285787166029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112878285787166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112878285787166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/10/hehehee.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-112836469455564102</id><published>2005-10-03T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:38:14.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sister peed on my bed!!  grrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-112836469455564102?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/112836469455564102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=112836469455564102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112836469455564102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/112836469455564102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/10/sister-peed-on-my-bed-grrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-111985727068601515</id><published>2005-06-27T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:27:50.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn is wetarded.  i am smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had her bag on the floor and i smelled some yummy.  stuck my head in and found some gum.  grabbed it just as she walked in.  turned out to be empty pack. :-(  she picked me up and was like haha u got the empty one.  then she took out a full one and showed it to me.  took piece for HERSELF and put it back in bag.  walked out of room.  im no dummy.  a min later i was right back in there and got the full yummy pack!  she ran back in like ohhh nooo!  i just smiled and  looked at her like haha jenn you are a wetard  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn said i am lucky it is sugarless gum because of my 'betes.  whatever that means.  i think i am just lucky that she's kinda slow.  sorta like sister.  hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-111985727068601515?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/111985727068601515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=111985727068601515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111985727068601515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111985727068601515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/06/arf-jenn-is-wetarded.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-111645446976549279</id><published>2005-05-18T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:14:29.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jenn says that i am beeing a bully and i should write my feelings here.  ok so here are my feelings.  i hurted my bad leg again on sunday cause i was jumping off the couch to jump on sis.  so now i am mad about that.  i dont like when my leg hurts and i have to hop on 3.  mommy says i have to go to the doctor to get my blood sugar checked and that might be why i am grumpy.  gruff.  i think going to the doctor will make me more grumpy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting lots of fresh air.  we went to the park sooooooooooo many times.  yesterday we went and i found a stream.  normally sister is the one who likes to get dirty and stuff but i was up for some fun and walked around in it and then rolled in the grass after.  i took a little drinky too but it didnt taste yummy like my normal water that comes in a bottle.  the park is so great beecause everytime we go, there are more and more new smells.  jenn got me a carseat and i dont really like it.  she said its better for me so i dont get hurt in the car.  but i dont like being restrained in the weird contraption.  oh well.  as long as i can still go for rides to the park i will try not to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a chewy with me and i keep catching sister looking at me.  then she turns away like she is all innocent and doesn't have thoughts of chewing on my chewie.  i know thats what shes thinking so then i say grrrr and she has the nerve to say it back!  yes, so i am a little grumpy and i am going to try and get jenn to put sister upstairs so i can get all of the attention and pettings for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-111645446976549279?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/111645446976549279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=111645446976549279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111645446976549279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111645446976549279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/05/jenn-says-that-i-am-beeing-bully-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-111349852838024190</id><published>2005-04-14T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:08:48.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jenn came home early today.  She said she skipped two whole classes to come home so me and sister could go outside.  I'm so excited!!  I hung out on the deck while she was gone but its not as good because there's no grass to munch on up there.  Yesterday we went for a really big girl walk at a really big park and I found a really big lake and tried to go in it but Jenn said no.  Doggie poopie to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am headed to the backyard now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-111349852838024190?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/111349852838024190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=111349852838024190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111349852838024190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111349852838024190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/04/jenn-came-home-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-111299023573119842</id><published>2005-04-08T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T15:57:15.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been such a busy girl!  Not doing anything special.  But I have been going on lots and lots of walks because nice weather is finally here.  yay!!  I went on a really long walk today.  Sister got tired so Jenn had to carry her home.  I was a big girl and walked the whole way.  Then when we got home, mommy was home too.  she came home from work early.  i was so excited to see her but i had to get a drink first.  i said sorry mommy hang on one second i need some water.  so i got a drink and then ran over to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just checked my doggie mail and i got a letter from my internet doggie friend bacchus.  hi bacchus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-111299023573119842?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/111299023573119842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=111299023573119842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111299023573119842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/111299023573119842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/04/woof-i-have-been-such-busy-girl-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-110901220184904604</id><published>2005-02-21T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:56:41.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a lot of fun.  Mommy and Jenn took me and Sister to the school for a big girl walk!  So not only did I get to gopher a walk, I got to go byebye in the car!  It was great.  I hadn't been for a walk in a while.  Jenn was worried about me because usually I love walks.  She thought maybe its because my leg hurts.  But it's really because of the dumb school busses.  I really don't like them anymore.  They let out high pitched noises that hurt my ears.  And they are so big and scary!  Everytime we went for a walk there would be a bus.  I would pull Jenn all the way home.  One time I pulled her down the front hill and it was muddy and she fell and slid down on her butt.  Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jenn realized that the buses were the problem so we went to a safe place.  I wanted to stay forever even though it was cold.  I did lots of pee &amp; poo.  Since mommy was there, she walked sister so me and Jenn could go off on our own.  Sister still followed me though but at least I didn't have to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night Jenn muzzled me and daddy and jenn laughed because I looked silly with it on.  grrrrr.  Then more brushing and buzzing!  They won't leave me alone.  How can I make it more clear I don't like being grooomed?!  Arf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it snowed!  I had fun and chased sister around in it.  Now we are laying on mommy and daddy's bed hanging out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-110901220184904604?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/110901220184904604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=110901220184904604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901220184904604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901220184904604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/02/woof-yesterday-i-had-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-110826290879634617</id><published>2005-02-12T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:48:28.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My long distance internet friend Toby died yesterday.  I am very sad.  He was 17 and I looked up to him like a big brother.  He was so smart and loving and cool.   *Sniff*  I hope he is playing with Windsor at the Rainbow Bridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=107615&amp;amp;j=t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-110826290879634617?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/110826290879634617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=110826290879634617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110826290879634617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110826290879634617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-long-distance-internet-friend-toby.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-110782715038766261</id><published>2005-02-07T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:45:50.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woof!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's time to be getting ready for sleepy and Jenn just put me in the bathtub!!! Nooooooooooooooo! I haven't been to see Stefan ever since I hurt my leg and I guess I have gotten a little dirty. What's wrong with a little dirt? So yeah Jenn put me in the tub that was already full of water so I got all wet right away. Bleh. I got suds up and then water sprayed all over me and in my face. Grrr. To make it even worse she put cold stuff all over me that's supposed to get the knotties out and then she brushed me!! Terrible!! Woof! I got really angry and put up a good fight. Then I got to finish drying myself on the couch. Heehee. But grr, I do not like baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-110782715038766261?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/110782715038766261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=110782715038766261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110782715038766261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110782715038766261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2005/02/woof-ok-so-its-time-to-be-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-110901608884600176</id><published>2004-11-03T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:02:12.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday!!! I am TEN. I had a great day. I got lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft squeaky froggy&lt;br /&gt;pink cable knit sweater&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter rawhides&lt;br /&gt;a greenie (i finished that already)&lt;br /&gt;a new food bowl thats really pretty&lt;br /&gt;a memory book&lt;br /&gt;a scrapbook and lots of stuff to decorate it with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-110901608884600176?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/110901608884600176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=110901608884600176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901608884600176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901608884600176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/11/birthday-today-is-my-birthday-i-am-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-110901619737651517</id><published>2004-10-11T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:03:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great day!  jenn skipped school because it was so nice out. Everyone was cleaning stuff up and jenn found a HUGE Frisbee in the shed. I think it was bigger than me! I ran after it for a long time and now I’m very tired and can’t wait to go to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-110901619737651517?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/110901619737651517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=110901619737651517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901619737651517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/110901619737651517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-great-day-jenn-skipped-school.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795572036940270</id><published>2004-10-01T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:42:00.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learned something new today!  Its called “other one”.  Everyone claps and gets all excited when I do it.  They must not get out much.  Now I know “sit”  “lay” “roll over”  (sometimes get those 2 confused because I get so excited for the treat).  I also know “paw”  and tonight I did the “other one”.  I have to say it’s a little annoying.  See, I am right pawed.  So that is the paw I am used to giving and I put my weight on my other one.  So after they ask for my right paw and I am balancing on the left, they ask for the left.  I try to trick them and give them my right paw again in their other hand but then I don’t get the treat.  Sigh.  I also went on a walk around the big block but then sister and I decided to eat grass about halfway.  Then daddy pulled up and brought us all home.  That made me happy cause daddy was at work all day.  I played some ball in the yard with him.  Now I am going to bed because I am a sleepy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795572036940270?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795572036940270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795572036940270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795572036940270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795572036940270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-learned-something-new-today-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795568285999888</id><published>2004-08-02T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:41:22.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was good and bad.  But mostly good.  Jenn came home and showed me something that smelled like doggy store so I got excited.  It was black and looked like a small version of my harness.  I should have suspected something, but before I knew it, my snout was stuck in a soft black tube and strapped around my head.  A muzzle!!!  I was so angry.  But I guess I had it coming.  A few nights ago Jenn was trying to brush me.  I don't like getting brushed and I let my people know that.  I didn't give a warning annoyance growl.  I just snapped and grabbed her thumb.  I felt bad.  I sniffed it and kissed it.  I didn't mean to bite so hard.  I just didn't want to be brushed.  I very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I should have known something like this would happen.  Jenn took me outside and started brushing.  I was SO upset that I couldn't get my snout out of the darn thing.  i am a determined woof and I kept at it.  I was able to escape from its evil grasp two times.  Hehehe.  After the first time I decided I should be good for a little while.  But once she moved on to my legs I had had enough.  Muzzled again.  I still tried to get away, but Jenn won.  I got brushed all over.  No more knotties.  And you know what?  I think I feel a little better.  Lots of hair came off of me.  The whole time jenn kept promising that when she was done she would give me a surprise.  When I was finally free, she carried me out to the car and gave me the bestest thing!  A squeaky chicken/bird looking thing.  I named him dodo cause he looks like a dodo.  I can grab it by the neck and toss it around, make squeaky noises, and slobber it all up.  This would make a great toy to play catch with in the yard.  But they are going to have to get it from me first&lt;br /&gt; I am pretty and soft and everyone is happy including me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795568285999888?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795568285999888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795568285999888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795568285999888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795568285999888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795560168307773</id><published>2004-07-28T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:40:01.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today it rained alllll day.  i was bored so i took a lot of naps.  it was hard tho because there are men here making loud noises.  they are making a big mess and ripping up the floor.  i dont understand why.  just throw some dirt on it and grow grass.  then no one will get in trouble for peepee.  we lost sister today.  it was funny.  all of a sudden mommy realized she hadn't seen her in a while.  then mommy and daddy and jenn were running around the house calling her and looking in closets.  i waited patiently in the kitchen for my dinner.  jenn found lilly in the space between the tv and bookshelf.  i think she was hiding because john came home and she doesnt like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a haircut but we dont have a groomer appointment for another week.  jenn gave us a little trim but i didnt really have the patience for it.  i had places to go and things to sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy called me old tonight.  whats he talking about?  he is 52 and i am 9.  now i dont really know math, but i have a feeling 52 is a much bigger number than 9. it takes longer to say fif-ty-two.....nine.&lt;br /&gt; i hope it doesnt rain tomorrow.  yesterday i got to play a lot of ball in the yard and had a lot of fun.  i almost got in trouble because i tracked a lot of grass in the house.  but then mommy remembered that john didn't clean it up after he mowed the lawn like he was supposed to.  i put my ball in my igloo so when tomorrow comes, i know where it is.  sometimes it rolls under furniture and its hard to track it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795560168307773?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795560168307773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795560168307773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795560168307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795560168307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-it-rained-alllll-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795555005827820</id><published>2004-07-26T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:39:10.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy came with us on our walk!!  yippee!  she walked sister, so i was free to go and smell what i wanted, pee without worrying about getting peed on by her.  we ate some grass and pretended we were like the cows down the street.  those guys are strange.  when jenn picked us up to say hi to one of them, it stuck its extra large head over the fence and touched me with its big yucky nose.  im not getting that close ever again.  they smell really bad!  i think its cause they lay in their poop.  anyway i guess i was too excited over the patch of grass i was eating because i didnt chew very well.  when we got home i suddenly didnt feel good and tried to get rid of the yucky feeling but nothing would come up.  jenn stuck her hand in my mouth and pulled out a piece of grass as long as my arm!  i drank some water and felt a lot better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795555005827820?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795555005827820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795555005827820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795555005827820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795555005827820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/07/mommy-came-with-us-on-our-walk-yippee.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795549015820081</id><published>2004-07-21T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:38:10.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn had to go to school today.  she was gone a long time.  but when she came home she said the words that make me SO happy.  "hey gopher biggirl walk"?  Yay!!!  Sister came of course.  She freaks out with excitement like she's never gone on a walk before.  We I pooped in 3 places!  The  biggest one was in front of someone's house.  Jenn didnt have anything to pick it up so we ran.  hahahaa.  Me &amp; sis ate some grass.  then when we got home, the people had dinner.  hamburgers!  i got to have a little of course.  then mommy gave us our dinners.  then i went and asked jenn to open the window in the office so i could hang out on the chaise and check out whats going on.  after everyone else went to bed, i wanted to play catch with my squeaky egg.  hope we didnt wake anyone up.  im going to get ready for snuggly bed now.  gotta peepee first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795549015820081?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795549015820081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795549015820081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795549015820081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795549015820081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/07/woof-jenn-had-to-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741722.post-109795543228880923</id><published>2004-07-12T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:37:12.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi&lt;br /&gt;I’m Torri and this is my “blog”.  Jenn is always on this laptop and I heard her talk about it and I thought its about time I get one.  So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Jenn made me nuts.  She put cookies (yum!) In a BALL with holes and expected me to get them out!!  I can’t get my snout in there.  I am a little doggie.  This ball is a bit to big for me to begin with.  At least I can just barely get hold of it so I can sit on the couch and work this darn thing.  I WANT THE COOKIES!  Is this supposed to be funny?  I think it’s a very not nice thing to do.  Why should I have to work for cookies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741722-109795543228880923?l=torribella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/feeds/109795543228880923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741722&amp;postID=109795543228880923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795543228880923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741722/posts/default/109795543228880923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torribella.blogspot.com/2004/07/hi-im-torri-and-this-is-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_76VTvk2bagY/R1MFiMztXEI/AAAAAAAAABU/uj6YwlPcVxM/S220/6223.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
