<?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-7361024477396559820</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:47:45.523-07:00</updated><category term='new family'/><category term='my big brother'/><category term='Road Trip'/><title type='text'>Slice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-3554589437639448924</id><published>2009-07-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:26:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Clearly my mother is way too busy to keep this up to date.  So many things have happened since my last post in September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 2008&lt;br /&gt;Biggest thing this month was Halloween.  I was entered in a costume contest at a Animal Cancer Fundraiser Dinner and came in second.  The dog that won looked awesome!  I was dressed as a shark and even did a little swimming to give the costume the full effect.  No photos of that outfit around but my mother took a family Halloween shot.  Don't we all look happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SkuMhunCWhI/AAAAAAAAARA/YCTKCQS5Gdc/s1600-h/Halloween+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SkuMhunCWhI/AAAAAAAAARA/YCTKCQS5Gdc/s200/Halloween+08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353527093135301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;November 2008&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!  My first agility trial!  I am so excited.  The day was awesome and I was a little naughty but my mom was very happy with how I ran.  A few kinks to work out but I am still a baby.  We also attended a seminar with Jo Sermon from England.  We learned allot of new things and we are very excited to get back and train it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall was lovely and my mom took some photos in the fall foliage of all of us.  This is our new family photo.  I am so cute!  I spend allot of my time on Porter's back.  It is a nice cozy place to sleep and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SkuN3j6gNgI/AAAAAAAAARI/VkqPyjOxSz4/s1600-h/oct+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SkuN3j6gNgI/AAAAAAAAARI/VkqPyjOxSz4/s200/oct+08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353528567732909570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-3554589437639448924?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/3554589437639448924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=3554589437639448924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3554589437639448924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3554589437639448924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-mywhere-has-time-gone.html' title='Oh my...Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SkuMhunCWhI/AAAAAAAAARA/YCTKCQS5Gdc/s72-c/Halloween+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-1210814111880460344</id><published>2008-09-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:29:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New BFF Vybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Vybe, my new BFF, which means Best Friend Forever by the way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7T_YyN_lI/AAAAAAAAALg/N3SHudBwSho/s1600-h/Vybe+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7T_YyN_lI/AAAAAAAAALg/N3SHudBwSho/s200/Vybe+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241860102244138578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For about two minutes she was the same size as me, and like all the other puppy friends I have had, she got bigger than me very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7V2TwZOUI/AAAAAAAAALo/rbR1VMeW1Jw/s1600-h/Vybe+005small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7V2TwZOUI/AAAAAAAAALo/rbR1VMeW1Jw/s200/Vybe+005small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241862145298741570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Auntie Ainsley said my new job is to make Vybe very tired so that she sleeps through the night after I am gone.  No problem Auntie, that is a job I can handle!  We love to play tug, chase, and of course wrestling. I roll over a lot so Vybe thinks she is winning.  Something I have picked up along the way.  Puppies need that confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuAVDtCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/14oKZqb2z0s/s1600-h/Vybe+011small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuAVDtCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/14oKZqb2z0s/s200/Vybe+011small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863102156485666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuF-EkiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VyO5BXIgSZg/s1600-h/Vybe+015small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuF-EkiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VyO5BXIgSZg/s200/Vybe+015small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863103670686242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vybe also has a fascination with my way older brother Bailey.  Every time she sees him she starts following him around the yard.  I think she may believe he is a tiny sheep, just her size.  She hasn't gotten into full stocking mode but she keeps a good eye on him.  The funniest part is he could care less about her.  Ha-ha-ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuX4f6jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/z2XW14MWpPg/s1600-h/Vybe+017small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7WuX4f6jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/z2XW14MWpPg/s200/Vybe+017small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241863108479150642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vybe tries that crazy Border Collie stance with me when we play all the time.  I got her card alright.  As soon as she crouches I run in and jump on her.   Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7V2loWjvI/AAAAAAAAALw/EwEo1c8Z4zQ/s1600-h/Vybe+016small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7V2loWjvI/AAAAAAAAALw/EwEo1c8Z4zQ/s200/Vybe+016small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241862150096850674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said I get to play with Vybe all weekend because the older dogs are playing agility.  Sounds like a good time.  I can only be a babysitter for another month and then I will be playing with the big dogs.  Keep watching for new pictures of me and my new BFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-1210814111880460344?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/1210814111880460344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=1210814111880460344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1210814111880460344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1210814111880460344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-bff-vybe.html' title='My New BFF Vybe'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SL7T_YyN_lI/AAAAAAAAALg/N3SHudBwSho/s72-c/Vybe+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-4871420308062004816</id><published>2008-08-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:39:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>I am back from a fun filled week of vacation on Kootenay Lake in British Columbia.  Mom decided to take the three of us furry kids on an actual vacation this year which involved twelve hours in the car and non-stop fun once we got there.  I got to play on the beach, swim in the lake, ride in a boat, wear a life-jacket, play frisbee, eat watermelon and run around until I dropped.  It was such a great time!  Here are some pictures from the road trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncyrpWo3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P9Lt9ikapM/s1600-h/39slice+rocksmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncyrpWo3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P9Lt9ikapM/s200/39slice+rocksmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958805062656882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncyxc25JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kjsqGOiCPtw/s1600-h/40slice+swimsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncyxc25JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kjsqGOiCPtw/s200/40slice+swimsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958806620857490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncy3z1_8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/H7oeNBYNx20/s1600-h/43slcie+perchsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncy3z1_8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/H7oeNBYNx20/s200/43slcie+perchsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958808327880642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKnczFpfQsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qiG7WljD67k/s1600-h/48disc+dogsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKnczFpfQsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qiG7WljD67k/s200/48disc+dogsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958812042543810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndlq1QgiI/AAAAAAAAALI/u6T1p2TiHzk/s1600-h/51watermelonsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndlq1QgiI/AAAAAAAAALI/u6T1p2TiHzk/s200/51watermelonsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235959681017479714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKnczPFIJfI/AAAAAAAAALA/0xwl_l1hlWs/s1600-h/52slice+boatsmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKnczPFIJfI/AAAAAAAAALA/0xwl_l1hlWs/s200/52slice+boatsmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235958814574388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndlr4dY8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yGKzFdaoyZ8/s1600-h/58beach+daysmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndlr4dY8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yGKzFdaoyZ8/s200/58beach+daysmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235959681299342274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndl9u7YuI/AAAAAAAAALY/95935_Ud5hs/s1600-h/67slice+treesmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKndl9u7YuI/AAAAAAAAALY/95935_Ud5hs/s200/67slice+treesmall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235959686091203298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-4871420308062004816?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/4871420308062004816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=4871420308062004816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4871420308062004816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4871420308062004816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SKncyrpWo3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P9Lt9ikapM/s72-c/39slice+rocksmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2508082038845202450</id><published>2008-07-15T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:00:47.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse &amp; Hound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDIB0KauYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5-nibGMhk6w/s1600-h/HH-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDIB0KauYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5-nibGMhk6w/s200/HH-008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228899100884908418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDFxSq3CYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lk0h3r8qV20/s1600-h/HH-105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDFxSq3CYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lk0h3r8qV20/s200/HH-105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228896617993013634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDGu30Ma1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WT79JQ_mCw4/s1600-h/HH-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDGu30Ma1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WT79JQ_mCw4/s200/HH-122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228897675936295762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12, 2008 was the annual Kids with Cancer Jump for Hope event at Amberlea Meadows.  This year I got to play in the Horse &amp;amp; Hound event and made my public debut.  At the event the people get to bet on which team of horse and dog will get the best combined score.  The pot is split 50% to the winner and 50% to the charity.  A pretty good deal and a lot of fun.  When they saw me walking around they all laughed and thought it was funny how tiny I was and were teasing each other that they might be paired up with me.  Little did they know.  I ran the third fastest time but had a super slow horse so we finished 9th.  Too bad.  Even though I came in 9th I got my very first ribbon for agility.  It is bigger than me but very pretty.  My mom has officially started my wall of fame at the shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2508082038845202450?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2508082038845202450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2508082038845202450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2508082038845202450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2508082038845202450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/07/horse-hound.html' title='Horse &amp; Hound'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDIB0KauYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5-nibGMhk6w/s72-c/HH-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6493588411521221254</id><published>2008-07-15T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:42:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Flyball Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDBye_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4ItJ86bLxes/s1600-h/FB-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDBye_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4ItJ86bLxes/s200/FB-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228892240434110786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDCmP26LgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D-j3_g4tAfM/s1600-h/FB-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDCmP26LgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D-j3_g4tAfM/s200/FB-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893129724800514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDDYKm_KoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gVX73vA5hRI/s1600-h/FB-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDDYKm_KoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gVX73vA5hRI/s200/FB-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893987309300354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced a rush to great that you never come down from the high?  I think I just did that playing in my first flyball tournament ever!  I LOVE FLYBALL!!!  My mom was very worried about other dogs wanting to chase me down but I told her I am a big girl and can handle myself.  I have always had fun at practice but getting out into the actual racing lanes was so exhilarating.  I found this very high pitched scream inside me and couldn't stop letting it out.  My mother thought it was a horrible noise but quite entertaining none the less.  Check out the video of  my  debut below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7df3f0d9d9255c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7df3f0d9d9255c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929319%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D48E4FD9C0A00F175BDFB0D7EF583670CAE53C7.4AACA0150BE3FB9BC621022B03935656F17744D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7df3f0d9d9255c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPHsKbPp81NkAN8QjyGByMS--K1k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7df3f0d9d9255c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929319%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D48E4FD9C0A00F175BDFB0D7EF583670CAE53C7.4AACA0150BE3FB9BC621022B03935656F17744D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7df3f0d9d9255c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPHsKbPp81NkAN8QjyGByMS--K1k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6493588411521221254?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7df3f0d9d9255c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6493588411521221254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6493588411521221254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6493588411521221254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6493588411521221254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-flyball-tournament.html' title='My First Flyball Tournament'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SJDBye_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4ItJ86bLxes/s72-c/FB-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-3140240265037157367</id><published>2008-07-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:38:17.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agility Camp</title><content type='html'>I attended my first agility camp at the end of June, with Terry Simons, Kim Anderson and Cheryl Bartlett and I sure had a good time.  Working on agility  for three days straight was so much fun.  The theme of the camp was Vegas so the handlers were allowed to "bet" on the positives of each others turns.  Whenever I was up everybody in our group put all their money on the table in hoped of doubling their money.  I did my best not to disappoint.  The last bet of the weekend on me was for $10,000.  Yikes!  Things did not go as well as planned and they lost their money.  Easy come, easy go they say.  There was a trial on the last day but I am still to young to play but I should would have enjoyed it.  In August, I am off to Dana Pike to learn some more great things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-3140240265037157367?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/3140240265037157367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=3140240265037157367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3140240265037157367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3140240265037157367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/07/agility-camp.html' title='Agility Camp'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-3456238829382378464</id><published>2008-06-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:57:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There comes a time in every girls life when they get to have their first sleepover.  My mom had to go to Jazz's mom's wedding so I had to stay with my auntie and the 3 kids.  Hannah was very excited that I was going to be staying over and even wrote it in her day-timer.  We spent a lot of time playing in the yard on on the lawn swing.  Hannah took me for  a nice walk down the street and introduced me to her friends.  Those little girls sure like to pick me up a lot.  Saturday was dress-up day for Hannah.  She likes to pull costumes out of the special closet and dress up.  When she put on her Princess Jasmine outfit I got a little freaked out because she had a scarf on her face and didn't look like Hannah.  Once Hannah realized I was scared she took of the scarf and picked me up and gave me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbJX5it-sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZ_roSlrA-0/s1600-h/hannah+%26+slice+may+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbJX5it-sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZ_roSlrA-0/s200/hannah+%26+slice+may+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208071431521172162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbIa4gVtgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uW7a2uDfUv4/s1600-h/hannah+%26+slice++may+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbIa4gVtgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uW7a2uDfUv4/s200/hannah+%26+slice++may+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208070383270737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEaqtUDt9oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dTsYzmPBW88/s1600-h/may+30+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEaqtUDt9oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dTsYzmPBW88/s200/may+30+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208037714555696770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening my auntie had to go out and put me in a crate.  Not my favorite thing so I kicked up a little fuss to see if I could get my way but it didn't work.  So after she left I put my super powers to work and busted out of my crate!  Look at me go.  With all my free time I did get into trouble but what else was I suppose to do left in a house all alone?  I got up on the kitchen table and stole my food for the next day and took my chewies and tossed them around the front room.  Had to go to the bathroom with all that activity and found a spot in the bathroom and the basement.  Lovely.  The best part of the whole excursion was the look on my auntie's face when she opened the door and there I was to greet her.  That will teach my mother for leaving me behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-3456238829382378464?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/3456238829382378464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=3456238829382378464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3456238829382378464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/3456238829382378464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-sleepover.html' title='My First Sleepover'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbJX5it-sI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZ_roSlrA-0/s72-c/hannah+%26+slice+may+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6626978314465314830</id><published>2008-05-05T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:28:04.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SB98AxQSA6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rSAbWnt3cKU/s1600-h/1st+b-day+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SB98AxQSA6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rSAbWnt3cKU/s200/1st+b-day+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197008847672312738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, it's my birthday and I am a whole year old today!  Yippee for me!  My birthday couldn't be any better than it is today.  I get to spend it playing with my buddies in daycare and playing agility tonight.  I also share my birthday with my friend Jazz, because we share a b-day we will have cake at agility class tonight.  Buffalo Liver Cake is to die for!  It tends to cause some distractions to the others who are learning but it is really good stuff. Here are a couple of pictures of me and Jazz getting ready to eat our cake.  We had to hold Jazz back because she wanted to devour the whole cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBqpBQSA9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/2MVGrmGD0sU/s1600-h/1st+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBqpBQSA9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/2MVGrmGD0sU/s200/1st+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197271222929458130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBq4hQSA-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/q1Xqe7VG4MA/s1600-h/1st+cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBq4hQSA-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/q1Xqe7VG4MA/s200/1st+cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197271489217430498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie Anji bought a two very cute party dresses, no girl is complete without a party dress she says.   The black party dress is a little more formal than the pink party dress.  I can play agility in my pink party dress but my mom won't allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBp3xQSA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhGWIKy7JfE/s1600-h/Black+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBp3xQSA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhGWIKy7JfE/s200/Black+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197270376820900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBp3xQSA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhGWIKy7JfE/s1600-h/Black+Party.jpg"&gt;            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBqPxQSA8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LOsUV2539NA/s1600-h/Pink+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBqPxQSA8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LOsUV2539NA/s200/Pink+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197270789137761218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SCBp3xQSA7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhGWIKy7JfE/s1600-h/Black+Party.jpg"&gt;                    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For your viewing pleasure, an update to the original Porter and Slice video.  Somethings never change.  We still have a great time playing together but Porter is starting to get a little wise to my ways.  I will have to come up with some new tricks to keep him on his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dbcbf9332cd82f41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbcbf9332cd82f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE595D68B9EF920D51F255D333F4EF015B0D670.1792A7E0513A91F8F62D213710FC2151C06BFF2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbcbf9332cd82f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKebJtE2hdzd9D6EL9g0MUMDIGNg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbcbf9332cd82f41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE595D68B9EF920D51F255D333F4EF015B0D670.1792A7E0513A91F8F62D213710FC2151C06BFF2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbcbf9332cd82f41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKebJtE2hdzd9D6EL9g0MUMDIGNg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6626978314465314830?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dbcbf9332cd82f41&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6626978314465314830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6626978314465314830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6626978314465314830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6626978314465314830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SB98AxQSA6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rSAbWnt3cKU/s72-c/1st+b-day+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-7052757565962526900</id><published>2008-04-25T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:05:47.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHzMRQSA5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OWFgoBuSR9g/s1600-h/Slice+1y+Stryker+8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHzMRQSA5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OWFgoBuSR9g/s200/Slice+1y+Stryker+8w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193199237450564498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the baby anymore but I am sure enjoying all the puppies that are coming my way.  This is my newest buddy, Stryker, a Small Muensterlander, or just cute for short.  He arrived on an airplane four days ago and I was the  first dog he met and played with!  It is so fun teaching these little munchkins the ropes and how to play with a small dog.  This way, when they grow up and get big they will still play nice with me.  I am pretty tough but I don't like to be stepped on or smacked in the head.  Right now, Stryker is small enough that we can wrestle in a crate together.  Only for another couple of weeks though then he will be too big for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-7052757565962526900?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/7052757565962526900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=7052757565962526900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7052757565962526900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7052757565962526900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-new-friend.html' title='Another New Friend'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHzMRQSA5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OWFgoBuSR9g/s72-c/Slice+1y+Stryker+8w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-4897966581166799066</id><published>2008-04-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:24:23.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Baby James</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce you to my new "cousin", baby James.  It has taken a while to get a picture as I get so excited to see James that I can't sit still.  I am very curious about his car seat but haven't been allowed to get in it unless James is out of it.  It is a very cozy place will all the blankets and sometimes there is a bottle of milk.  I like to take care of James by licking his head and sometimes I sneak in an eyeball.  I think James is starting to recognize me because he  smiles when I jump up to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHoyRQSA3I/AAAAAAAAAII/rj8OReYwsoo/s1600-h/Baby+James+4+24+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHoyRQSA3I/AAAAAAAAAII/rj8OReYwsoo/s200/Baby+James+4+24+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193187795657687922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHpWRQSA4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hzMnZx-4caM/s1600-h/Slice+carseat+1yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHpWRQSA4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hzMnZx-4caM/s200/Slice+carseat+1yr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188414132978562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-4897966581166799066?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/4897966581166799066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=4897966581166799066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4897966581166799066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4897966581166799066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-family.html' title='Meet Baby James'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBHoyRQSA3I/AAAAAAAAAII/rj8OReYwsoo/s72-c/Baby+James+4+24+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2665054480721226310</id><published>2008-04-24T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:10:20.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>Well my first year has almost passed!  Can you believe I am almost one year old.  No longer am I the "baby girl" as my auntie's have gotten or are getting new puppies.  I even have a new human nephew, James.  He is very cute and I love to sleep in his car seat and lick his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on stretches and core strength with my new physio-roll.  Apparently it is supposed to be hard to balance on this thing but I have no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCpuRQSA0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Gd25WUg0RUI/s1600-h/11+months+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCpuRQSA0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Gd25WUg0RUI/s200/11+months+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192836982728950594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCpuRQSA0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Gd25WUg0RUI/s1600-h/11+months+1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is growing in nicely and I am starting to look  very pretty.  My mom wishes my hair was longer but it would really get in the way of my playing and tom-boy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCqYRQSA1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kgtM6WIsSnk/s1600-h/11+months+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCqYRQSA1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kgtM6WIsSnk/s200/11+months+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837704283456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first taste of fame this month.  I was invited to model in a fashion show for Fabulous Furballs, where I get all my bling from.  I got to where a $180 white leather dress that was just too cute for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbKksp1olI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FieDKvzD8k8/s1600-h/fashion+show+dress+mar+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEbKksp1olI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FieDKvzD8k8/s200/fashion+show+dress+mar+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072750911300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got paired up with Gringo because he was so scared.  When he is with me he is way braver and even came out of his carry bag during the fashion show.  Personally, I think he didn't want me getting all the attention.    Bracken also got invited and he got to wear surfer shorts.  He looked really cute in them and was a real crowd pleaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEahfh6PAYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e6evDFpldus/s1600-h/fashion+show+2+mar+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SEahfh6PAYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e6evDFpldus/s200/fashion+show+2+mar+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208027582151197058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The whole thing was great and I had a lot of fun.  Check out the little video clip to see how I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f788be2692967561" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df788be2692967561%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5894A5BEE695BF8618ECA213EAB7B2061DFC0200.74F95896D37081BBDA62D03E3CB1C6F4F6155EF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df788be2692967561%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmPi06ufaVLB6beCUA05z6ufgho&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df788be2692967561%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329929320%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5894A5BEE695BF8618ECA213EAB7B2061DFC0200.74F95896D37081BBDA62D03E3CB1C6F4F6155EF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df788be2692967561%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmPi06ufaVLB6beCUA05z6ufgho&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2665054480721226310?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f788be2692967561&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2665054480721226310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2665054480721226310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2665054480721226310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2665054480721226310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/04/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCpuRQSA0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Gd25WUg0RUI/s72-c/11+months+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2274359827197938186</id><published>2008-04-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:31:57.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>Nothing really new to report at ten months.  I have been showing the ropes to a few new puppies and making more friends.  Guinness is one of my newest friends.  He is another foster with Auntie Ainsley so I don't know how long he will be around but we have a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCl_xQSAxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G_ItoHB_CO0/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCl_xQSAxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G_ItoHB_CO0/s200/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832885330150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCmOxQSAyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_UZQo71vox4/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCmOxQSAyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_UZQo71vox4/s200/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833143028187938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCn2hQSAzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KxUs5eV0ZPw/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCn2hQSAzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KxUs5eV0ZPw/s200/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192834925439615794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first agility fun match and had a grand old time!  Running as fast as I can in the dirt is an absolute riot!  I got the gamble and did everything else excellent except for the weave poles with which we have a little fine tuning to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2274359827197938186?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2274359827197938186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2274359827197938186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2274359827197938186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2274359827197938186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/SBCl_xQSAxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G_ItoHB_CO0/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-7825525129200405140</id><published>2008-02-14T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:23:37.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>February 14, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of my first year have passed already!  Can you believe that I am nine months old already!  I am still a busy little girl and love my life.  What more could a girl ask for than to be able to run and play all day and learn flyball and agility at night!  I have a new friend at the daycare named Gringo, a little chihuahua, who will never be bigger than me!  All the other puppies that come in out grow me in about a month and move onto playing with the big dogs.  At least I get to break them in and show them the ropes.  It makes me feel important.  Gringo, on the other hand, is going to be hanging around with me  for a long time.  If we ever slow down long enough for a picture you might see one here.  For now, no time for pictures for Gringo and I, just lots of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a new family photo (taken in today's blizzard) and some others of me almost all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7WnzWo8UnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i1CahD-mjQA/s1600-h/family+feb+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7WnzWo8UnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i1CahD-mjQA/s200/family+feb+08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220648169984626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7WqOWo8UoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CsVPpYt9GRA/s1600-h/slice+9m4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7WqOWo8UoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CsVPpYt9GRA/s200/slice+9m4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167223311049708162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7W6omo8UpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v6W8TLa0l54/s1600-h/slice+9m2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7W6omo8UpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v6W8TLa0l54/s200/slice+9m2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167241354207318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-7825525129200405140?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/7825525129200405140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=7825525129200405140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7825525129200405140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7825525129200405140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/02/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R7WnzWo8UnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i1CahD-mjQA/s72-c/family+feb+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2362339357502076935</id><published>2008-01-28T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:08:03.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>We went on a road trip this weekend to Prince Albert for an agility trial for Porter.  I love going there as I get to see my half brother and a bunch of other puppies that are so much fun to play with.  The last time I saw my  half brother Cyber, I was very very little and he wasn't very patient with me.  This time we wrestled and and had a good time together.  Even at 8 months I am still very very tiny compared to him and he isn't that big.  My mother keeps telling me that good things come in small packages.  I also got to play in the "Q" bin while we were at the trial.  My mom lets me pick out toys for Porter knowing that I will eventually be the one playing with them once he kills the squeaker.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R54YKbutooI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mT6kdLlsl7k/s1600-h/Slice+%26+cyber+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R54YKbutooI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mT6kdLlsl7k/s200/Slice+%26+cyber+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160588790534611586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R54Z4LutopI/AAAAAAAAAG4/foQC53hvZvc/s1600-h/q+prizes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R54Z4LutopI/AAAAAAAAAG4/foQC53hvZvc/s200/q+prizes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590676025254546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2362339357502076935?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2362339357502076935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2362339357502076935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2362339357502076935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2362339357502076935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R54YKbutooI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mT6kdLlsl7k/s72-c/Slice+%26+cyber+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-4137501826362627432</id><published>2008-01-07T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:19:37.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>It has been a few weeks since my last entry and as usual my life is full of activity and very busy.  Agility classes are going very well and I get to practice at the barn when my mom takes the boys.  I am too tough to wear a coat when I work so I can't practice very long but it sure is fun.  I know how to do all the equipment and love the teeter and weaves.  The tunnel is my favorite obstacle because I can bank really high on the corners when I go fast.  I am so fast that the photographer can only get picture of me doing bottoms on the teeter.  I look so wee on the teeter when you see the photos but I feel much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4JwBqF9dvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zCnkJ9LLhb4/s1600-h/Teeter+Bottom+5M.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4JwBqF9dvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zCnkJ9LLhb4/s200/Teeter+Bottom+5M.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152804097446737650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas coming it is very busy at the shop and people keep bringing me in presents!  I love Christmas!  Nothing makes a girl happier than lots of new toys to play with.  As you can imagine, along with Christmas comes Christmas outfits, and my grandpa didn't miss a beat when he scored me this little number!  My winning streak continues as I won another free entry for Porter at a Christmas trial.  As you can see from the photo I am not overly impressed with the hat.                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4JyLaF9dwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WKsMa1cSCUI/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4JyLaF9dwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WKsMa1cSCUI/s200/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152806463973717762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey and I have really bonded and he loves me to pieces when I am sleeping!  We often assume the same position when we are sleeping (see photo), both belly-up.  My mom is amazed at how many of the same traits of Bailey's that I have or am picking up.  I am my own dog but Bailey has some cool habits, traits and mannerisms that are fun to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J1TKF9dyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lBVDt9tuwnk/s1600-h/belly+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J1TKF9dyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lBVDt9tuwnk/s200/belly+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152809895652587298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am growing into a "very nice little girl" that my mother is very proud of.  My hair is coming in nicely and fast so I don't look so "naked" anymore.  January is going to be a busy month full of learning and traveling. I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J6faF9dzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCmY1tn4GOw/s1600-h/7+months+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J6faF9dzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DCmY1tn4GOw/s200/7+months+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152815603664123698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-4137501826362627432?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/4137501826362627432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=4137501826362627432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4137501826362627432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4137501826362627432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4JwBqF9dvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zCnkJ9LLhb4/s72-c/Teeter+Bottom+5M.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6276084609181025029</id><published>2007-11-22T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:21:22.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Operation</title><content type='html'>So apparently when you turn six months old you get a fabulous trip to the vet.  Seeing as I had never really been to the vet this was a whole new world.  Up until now, Dr. Joel just gave me my shots when he came by the daycare so I never got the pleasure of the whole clinic experience.  Because I got spayed on Halloween, my mom let me wear my costume to the clinic when she dropped me off.  The girls that work there are great!  They loved me, cuddled me and played with me until I had to drift off to sleep.  When I woke up I felt like I had my guts ripped out.  Apparently this is what being spayed feels like.  However, my mom chose laser surgery and I bounced right back with no worries.  She sure found it difficult to keep me quiet for a couple of days.  By nature I like to lick, so I had to wear the stupid cone which made me look like a small table lamp.  Very funny, ha ha. Porter took good care of me and let me sleep with him even though I look silly with this cone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4Jn56F9duI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D8r_cZL3JUE/s1600-h/conehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4Jn56F9duI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D8r_cZL3JUE/s200/conehead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795168209729250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J7qKF9d0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RkZgxiOsdBc/s1600-h/nurse+porter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4J7qKF9d0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RkZgxiOsdBc/s200/nurse+porter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152816887859345218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6276084609181025029?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6276084609181025029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6276084609181025029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6276084609181025029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6276084609181025029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/11/operation.html' title='The Operation'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/R4Jn56F9duI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D8r_cZL3JUE/s72-c/conehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-7637537289896107485</id><published>2007-10-31T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:27:29.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>Other than growing and just being a puppy in general my life has been pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have graduated from my obedience and first level agility classes with flying colors and really made my mother work for "our" certificate.  I am all registered and ready to start my next level of agility next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been on the road traveling a lot to agility trials for my brothers.  I enjoy going and staying in hotels and jumping from bed to bed!  I get to walk around the trials and meet other puppies that are  hanging out just like me.  When we were in Calgary, I got to play with my big sister and other family members.  I am quite wee compared to my family but I don't really notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Halloween approaching the last two trials have had costume contests.  And the winner is.....ME!  I looked so cute in my Snow White costume.  I won first place at both trials.  A huge stuffed pumpkin for me and a trial entry for my mom.  Not bad for a little humiliation.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RyidMaFxYfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BCX59c97kZg/s1600-h/pumpkin+prize+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RyidMaFxYfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BCX59c97kZg/s200/pumpkin+prize+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127521012248830450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RyiedaFxYgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G_WST7gwtlo/s1600-h/Halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RyiedaFxYgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/G_WST7gwtlo/s200/Halloween2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127522403818234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-7637537289896107485?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/7637537289896107485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=7637537289896107485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7637537289896107485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7637537289896107485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RyidMaFxYfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BCX59c97kZg/s72-c/pumpkin+prize+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6446972016851424452</id><published>2007-10-15T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:39:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxPB4NpcPUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F7X64qKBLX8/s1600-h/sadie+slcie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxPB4NpcPUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F7X64qKBLX8/s200/sadie+slcie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121650372730699074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then some of my mom's friends take in foster dogs.  My newest friend is Sadie, a lovely BC cross from Border Collie Friends Rescue.  She is living with my other buddies, Bracken and Ceili.  At first I wasn't so sure about her because she wiggled around so much she kept stepping on me.  But now we wrestle on the couch together and Bracken and Ceili are glad if I can take her of their hands for a little while.  She needs a really good home where someone will love her and play with her.  From what I hear she is very smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6446972016851424452?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6446972016851424452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6446972016851424452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6446972016851424452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6446972016851424452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-newest-friend.html' title='My Newest Friend'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxPB4NpcPUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F7X64qKBLX8/s72-c/sadie+slcie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6220694044536143322</id><published>2007-10-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:03:41.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing and Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOSENpcPRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9mk10qaVYJk/s1600-h/slice2+5m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOSENpcPRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9mk10qaVYJk/s200/slice2+5m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121597802330995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am all legs and ears lately.  If I am not careful the wind will carry me away.  I got measured to see how tall I am and I am a whopping 8 1/2 inches.  That's okay though, my attitude makes up for the lack of height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOStdpcPTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mz6nKKCXtJM/s1600-h/weaves+5m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOStdpcPTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mz6nKKCXtJM/s200/weaves+5m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121598511000599858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been doing very well in my obedience and agility classes and just love to do work.  I do get a little extra practice time with my brothers so I am way ahead of my class.  Here are a couple of pictures of me working on weaves poles and the dog walk.  I just started doing baby jumps and love running up the teeter and flying through tunnels.  I can even do five obstacles in a row!  I think I am going to love this agility game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOSb9pcPSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Su3cFuWMbE8/s1600-h/dogwalk+5m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOSb9pcPSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Su3cFuWMbE8/s200/dogwalk+5m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121598210352889122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6220694044536143322?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6220694044536143322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6220694044536143322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6220694044536143322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6220694044536143322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/10/growing-and-training.html' title='Growing and Training'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RxOSENpcPRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9mk10qaVYJk/s72-c/slice2+5m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-4569805776058732959</id><published>2007-09-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:02:34.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Months</title><content type='html'>September 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the first 20 weeks of my life have passed quite well.  I have now hit the five month old mark.  I continue to learn new tricks every day and love taking classes with my mom.  Here is a picture of me with Porter.  I knew there had to be an easier way of getting around.   I am such a monkey sometimes.                                             &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqiIdpcPPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tyR_AlqoyAg/s1600-h/monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqiIdpcPPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tyR_AlqoyAg/s200/monkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114578593113718002" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get used to the change in weather but i don't have quite enough fur or fat to keep warm.  So against my mom's wishes I am going to have to wear "clothes" when I go out.  She did by me an awesome winter coat but I am going to need something for the in between weather.  Grandma is knitting me a sweater, my mom made me a fleecy coat and Auntie Kiersten bought me fleecy sweater.  I should be good for a couple months.&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/7361024477396559820-4569805776058732959?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/4569805776058732959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=4569805776058732959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4569805776058732959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/4569805776058732959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/09/five-months.html' title='Five Months'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqiIdpcPPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tyR_AlqoyAg/s72-c/monkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-312627276238250553</id><published>2007-09-07T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:08:54.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to School</title><content type='html'>September 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school this week,  Obedience (yuck) and Groundwork Agility.  I am very smart and doing well.  I do the obedience stuff if I have to but love playing tug and working with my mom in agility classes.  No equipment yet just working together.  I also lost my first tooth!  Plenty more where that came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-312627276238250553?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/312627276238250553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=312627276238250553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/312627276238250553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/312627276238250553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/09/off-to-school.html' title='Off to School'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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-7361024477396559820.post-8214955682110501235</id><published>2007-09-07T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:31:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Month Update</title><content type='html'>September 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is official, I am just over 4 months old and my life is awesome!  During our trip to Ontario, I sprouted some legs and my ears doubled in size.  I now look like a fluff ball on stilts with satellite dishes for ears!  My mother assures me it is just a phase and I am still as gorgeous as ever.  Besides, the cuteness factor never disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqlMdpcPQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gR8Glacsmrk/s1600-h/stand3+4m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqlMdpcPQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gR8Glacsmrk/s200/stand3+4m.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114581960368078082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-8214955682110501235?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/8214955682110501235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=8214955682110501235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/8214955682110501235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/8214955682110501235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-month-update.html' title='4 Month Update'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RvqlMdpcPQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gR8Glacsmrk/s72-c/stand3+4m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-1319581360566172055</id><published>2007-09-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:03:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip To Nationals</title><content type='html'>August 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;So the car is all packed and we are off to some kind of Agility Nationals.  With the amount of luggage and dogs that are in the car I think we are going a long ways and for a long time.  I gather from the nerves and excitement that this is a big deal.  Both my brothers are competing as well as our car mates, Bracken and Ceili.  From what I hear, today we are only going a few hours to Saskatoon, but our final destination is Halton Hills, Ontario.  Sounds like two weeks in the car to me!  I will do my best to keep you posted on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Today was a long day!  We drove all the way to Winnipeg, Manitoba.  There were many stops along the way for potty breaks, small walks and of course photo ops.  14 weeks old today and I had my picture taken in many places in Saskatchewan.  Just what every little girl dreams of!  Once we arrived in Winnipeg and everyone was fed and relaxed we ventured out on a walk.  This was my first real walk on a leash and I did so good!  I ran to keep up with the others but didn't pull on my leash at all.  Not bad for a pip-squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFLE1tH6QI/AAAAAAAAACU/oxCGTktAl3U/s1600-h/Big+Slice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFLE1tH6QI/AAAAAAAAACU/oxCGTktAl3U/s200/Big+Slice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107445998922754306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFM4ltH6RI/AAAAAAAAACc/yrDyGrz-wqY/s1600-h/IM000306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFM4ltH6RI/AAAAAAAAACc/yrDyGrz-wqY/s200/IM000306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107447987492612370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I thought yesterday was long!  Today we traveled to Thunder Bay, Ontario.  All I wanted to do when we arrived was rip around the hotel room and play with Ceili and Bracken.  Porter is very boring in a hotel room, all he wants to do is rub his face on the bed.  So I took the opportunity to bug Ceili and chase Bracken around.  Bracken is deciding that I am a dog and it is okay to wrestle with me.  Once we had some play time and dinner we took a drive to the harbor and I got to take a dip in Lake Superior.  Of course, the big question was..."Do you think she will get in the water?"  And my answer to that was, "Why the heck not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFOEVtH6TI/AAAAAAAAACs/908JpRBnzMM/s1600-h/IM000371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFOEVtH6TI/AAAAAAAAACs/908JpRBnzMM/s200/IM000371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107449288867703090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFNs1tH6SI/AAAAAAAAACk/hCxOkEJh6Ho/s1600-h/IM000363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFNs1tH6SI/AAAAAAAAACk/hCxOkEJh6Ho/s200/IM000363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107448885140777250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFOaFtH6UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yyrmffeSiCU/s1600-h/IM000368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFOaFtH6UI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yyrmffeSiCU/s200/IM000368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107449662529857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or are these days getting longer?  Today's journey took us to Sault Ste Marie, Ontario.  A very pretty drive with lots of stops for pictures and potty breaks.  We even stopped at the home of Winnie the Pooh in White River.  There was more chances for me to swim in Lake Superior when we stopped at the beach!  Now that was a riot!  The water was not as calm as the harbor so there were waves rolling into the beach.  If you stood in one spot too long you got drenched!  It was great!  Bailey fell for it every time!  He was so wet!  I actually think he waited on purpose to get drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFO4FtH6VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ORk9VYAQPdQ/s1600-h/IM000385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFO4FtH6VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ORk9VYAQPdQ/s200/IM000385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107450177925933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFPRVtH6WI/AAAAAAAAADE/lYJzXB86GKU/s1600-h/IM000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFPRVtH6WI/AAAAAAAAADE/lYJzXB86GKU/s200/IM000391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107450611717630306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFQT1tH6XI/AAAAAAAAADM/6ah2mmHxVVk/s1600-h/White+River+Winnie+the+Pooh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFQT1tH6XI/AAAAAAAAADM/6ah2mmHxVVk/s200/White+River+Winnie+the+Pooh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107451754178931058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel here is right on the harbor and I can see lots of birds and boats out the window.  The girls were tired and ate supper in the room.  So there we were with pizza and a big screen t.v.  Now what little puppy could pass up the opportunity to walk in the pizza box, especially when it was wide open on the bed!  The boys put me up to it!  I provided the distraction so that when I got put on the floor they could get a taste of the pizza.  They promised they would share.  Liars!  Big brothers suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;The final leg of our trip was to Guelph where we will be staying while attending Nationals.  The weather is getting pretty humid and warm.  My ears are melting and folding in half.  I look a little silly right now.  Even I am embarrassed about my ears.We stopped a couple of times to stretch our legs but mostly drove straight through as we had to get to the airport in Toronto to pick up Kiersten and Kes.  Now that was some crazy traffic.  The short trip from the airport to Guelph took forever.  Needless to say, I am glad we are staying put for a few days.  A baby girl needs her time and space to run free and there is nothing better than a big backyard and 12 dogs to do that with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;So technically a day of rest today but these crazy agility nuts figured they needed to practice before heading over to the Nationals site.  We went to the Royackers facility in Aris, which was about 20 min away.  The place was stunning!  I got to play in the tunnels and run around with Jazz through the agility field.  We had a blast.  All the big dogs went in the lake but it was too deep for me.  Oh yeah!  Porter ran away today.  He squeezed himself out of the fence surrounding the agility field.  They did get him back but only after causing wide spread panic among the group.  He was a very naughty boy.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFQ-1tH6YI/AAAAAAAAADU/z6BeV6NNfmo/s1600-h/Royackers+bottom+2+agility+fields.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFQ-1tH6YI/AAAAAAAAADU/z6BeV6NNfmo/s200/Royackers+bottom+2+agility+fields.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107452492913305986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFSBFtH6aI/AAAAAAAAADk/1PQBvbwt_Lk/s1600-h/the+gang+at+Royackers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFSBFtH6aI/AAAAAAAAADk/1PQBvbwt_Lk/s200/the+gang+at+Royackers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107453631079639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once practice was over we went to Halton Hills to set up our crates and tour the grounds.  I have myself a nice second floor perch to watch the comings and goings of Nationals.  I have lots of visitors to my crate to say hello and everyone wants to pet me.  There is so much to see when I am out that visiting with the people is not so important but I do my best to turn on the cute factor.  There are tonnes of vendor booths for shopping and my mom is finding all kinds of things to buy me!  Yippee for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFRU1tH6ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/i3LyhUQAT3c/s1600-h/1182961047_1e1a4644c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFRU1tH6ZI/AAAAAAAAADc/i3LyhUQAT3c/s200/1182961047_1e1a4644c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107452870870428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Today for me was pretty boring.  Bailey was running in the pre-qualifier so that took all my mom's focus and attention.  Good thing is that she has awesome friends who kept getting me out for walks and play time.  I can handle one boring day to sleep because that means I am growing!  Pretty sure I grew an inch today with all the rest I got.  Best part of the day was that Bailey made it into Nationals.  All is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 18 and 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These past three days have been filled with nerves and excitement.  All the gang have been competing so it has just been me and Jazz (my new friend) hanging out in the crate area. Everyday at lunch I get to go shopping with my mom.  It is very hot so I don't last too long but long enough to get new toys!  Everyone has done well and there is a pile of ribbons going home.  A collective sigh of relief as we start to pack up to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFUo1tH6cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G3CjcOePy5s/s1600-h/IM000290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFUo1tH6cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/G3CjcOePy5s/s200/IM000290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107456513002695106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFUHVtH6bI/AAAAAAAAADs/8O0MCIUOGa4/s1600-h/2007+AAC+Nationals+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFUHVtH6bI/AAAAAAAAADs/8O0MCIUOGa4/s200/2007+AAC+Nationals+454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107455937477077426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 20 - 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was rather uneventful and long.  We stopped allot for trips to the beach and places to eat but the days were still very long.  Along the way I made a few new friends, the goose in Wawa, a Moose and Huskie the Muskie in Kenora.  Oh yeah, my mom got a speeding ticket in Saskatchewan!  Now that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGQJ1tH6eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_6ytpQTawxg/s1600-h/DSCN1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGQJ1tH6eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_6ytpQTawxg/s200/DSCN1010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107521951124416994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGRA1tH6fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OPx5Dy1XT2c/s1600-h/DSCN1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGRA1tH6fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OPx5Dy1XT2c/s200/DSCN1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107522896017222130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGRpltH6gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ew_BzGqvqdE/s1600-h/Huskie+the+Muskie,+Kenora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGRpltH6gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ew_BzGqvqdE/s200/Huskie+the+Muskie,+Kenora.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107523596096891394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGSJFtH6hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNuVwyEyheo/s1600-h/DSCN1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuGSJFtH6hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNuVwyEyheo/s200/DSCN1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107524137262770706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-1319581360566172055?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/1319581360566172055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=1319581360566172055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1319581360566172055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1319581360566172055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/09/trip-to-nationals.html' title='The Trip To Nationals'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RuFLE1tH6QI/AAAAAAAAACU/oxCGTktAl3U/s72-c/Big+Slice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2962771044702524427</id><published>2007-08-07T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:13:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agility Camp</title><content type='html'>August 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 13 week birthday I got to take a trip to Prince Albert with my brothers for agility camp and a trial.  While they had to work hard at learning new things I just got to hang out and be cute.  I got to participate in one of the sessions on clicker training and I stole the show.  I certainly showed those old dogs how to target and nose touch.  There was a puppy the same age as me there that came all the way from California!  We got to play a little bit when time allowed.  When we were out with our folks it was mostly about training.  Apparently we are suppose to be learning stuff right now.  No pictures this week.  Sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for future updates as we are heading out to Ontario for Nationals and I get to go along.  I am sure to have some fabulous stories when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2962771044702524427?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2962771044702524427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2962771044702524427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2962771044702524427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2962771044702524427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/08/agility-camp.html' title='Agility Camp'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-214619223747358226</id><published>2007-08-01T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:36:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 weeks old my world has opened up with all sorts of new things to do.  Not all of my new expeditions are "good" but they are fun non the less.  I have graduated from eating ice cream off a spoon to diving right in the bucket and drinking water out of a glass.  This is what happens now that I have learned how to find a way to climb on to things.  Just 'cause I am small doesn't mean I'm stupid.  It is amazing what you can get away with when you are young and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCZJrCOvlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9yCqgxifkyw/s1600-h/mmmm,+I+like+ice+cream+12wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCZJrCOvlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9yCqgxifkyw/s200/mmmm,+I+like+ice+cream+12wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093739570005982802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCfU7COvmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R2ho0uCqnh0/s1600-h/look+at+what+U+can+get+away+with+when+U+are+little+and+cute+12wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCfU7COvmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R2ho0uCqnh0/s200/look+at+what+U+can+get+away+with+when+U+are+little+and+cute+12wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093746360349277794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCln7COvnI/AAAAAAAAACE/HAdprne7B-I/s1600-h/stand+3+11+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCln7COvnI/AAAAAAAAACE/HAdprne7B-I/s200/stand+3+11+wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093753283836558962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working very hard on training and I now know how to sit, down, come and nose touch on a target.  I am working on a couple of tricks as well but nothing reliable yet.  I have also been getting acclimatised to the heat so that I am ready for our trip to Ontario next week.  This weekend it is off to Prince Albert for my brother's agility camp.  I know there will be puppies there to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCnwbCOvoI/AAAAAAAAACM/q0L5lMjfcPg/s1600-h/sitting+11+wks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCnwbCOvoI/AAAAAAAAACM/q0L5lMjfcPg/s200/sitting+11+wks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093755628888702594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCfU7COvmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R2ho0uCqnh0/s1600-h/look+at+what+U+can+get+away+with+when+U+are+little+and+cute+12wks.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-214619223747358226?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/214619223747358226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=214619223747358226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/214619223747358226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/214619223747358226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/08/july-27-2007-at-12-weeks-old-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RrCZJrCOvlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9yCqgxifkyw/s72-c/mmmm,+I+like+ice+cream+12wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2899979792466762339</id><published>2007-07-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:16:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTQJ7COvhI/AAAAAAAAABU/J6w2yZhGrlU/s1600-h/Cozy+Spot+11+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTQJ7COvhI/AAAAAAAAABU/J6w2yZhGrlU/s200/Cozy+Spot+11+wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422347719949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a whole 11 weeks old, I am a very busy girl!  I can run up and down the stairs as fast as Bailey and I have figured out how to get up on the couch so now he can never get away from me unless he gets on the bed.  I can't quite get up there yet.  Bailey is coming around and now lets me curl up in his fluffy coat for a nap.  I can't tell you how cozy this little spot is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the time that I spend chasing Bailey, I have discovered that chasing down ants and killing them is a total riot.  If I just touch them lightly they start to run and then I can chase them and pounce on them.  Of course when they get to the grass that makes them a little more difficult to find. Here is a picture of me in the garden trying to find some shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTRSbCOviI/AAAAAAAAABc/EsfMCeOIuEk/s1600-h/11+wks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTRSbCOviI/AAAAAAAAABc/EsfMCeOIuEk/s200/11+wks+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090423593260465698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend Porter and I had a few good games of chase going in the yard.  When he gets the zoomies look out!  I figured out that I only had to chase him half way 'cause  he  would turn around and come back and I could grab his tail and go for a ride.  Now that was some kind of fun!  I am getting pretty fast and can almost keep up to that big guy.  I have to learn how to bank my corners a little better though because on one occasion I went a little wide and ended up in the paint tray my mother was using to paint the fence.  After she was done laughing at her and I covered in green paint she wasn't very impressed so we had to stop chasing each other.  There are no photos of this event as there was just too much paint to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get too deceived by all the fun I am having as I am also learning how to sit, down, stay and fetch!  Fetch is the most fun especially when I get to chase tennis balls!  Did you know that they make a ball small enough for me?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTSNbCOvjI/AAAAAAAAABk/pYKeCSevN4k/s1600-h/11+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTSNbCOvjI/AAAAAAAAABk/pYKeCSevN4k/s200/11+wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090424606872747570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2899979792466762339?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2899979792466762339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2899979792466762339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2899979792466762339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2899979792466762339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RqTQJ7COvhI/AAAAAAAAABU/J6w2yZhGrlU/s72-c/Cozy+Spot+11+wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-6955423390937047953</id><published>2007-07-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:00:33.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Road Trip and New Friends</title><content type='html'>July 16, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 10 weeks I am a seasoned traveler.  We went on another road trip this past weekend to Saskatoon.  It was a great weekend as both my brothers ran really well in the trial and some big fuss was made about Porter getting some title in agility.  One day that will be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best part of the weekend was when I got to tear around the hotel room and torment my tired room mates.  Besides my brothers I spend the most time with Bracken and Ceili who travel with us.  It took Bracken some time to warm up to me because he wasn't sure that I was actually a dog.  Now we are good buddies and he will play with me when the others are too tired care.  It must be because he is black and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpuQci85CSI/AAAAAAAAABM/hlQxbGNwnHY/s1600-h/Bracken+Slice+10+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpuQci85CSI/AAAAAAAAABM/hlQxbGNwnHY/s200/Bracken+Slice+10+wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087819024138045730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white like me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-6955423390937047953?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/6955423390937047953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=6955423390937047953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6955423390937047953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/6955423390937047953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-road-trip-and-new-friends.html' title='Another Road Trip and New Friends'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpuQci85CSI/AAAAAAAAABM/hlQxbGNwnHY/s72-c/Bracken+Slice+10+wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-7514347924021241844</id><published>2007-07-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:21:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man is it Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpZwRi85CRI/AAAAAAAAABE/WaNjyTLzZgY/s1600-h/slice+pool+9+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpZwRi85CRI/AAAAAAAAABE/WaNjyTLzZgY/s200/slice+pool+9+wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086376275903842578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been pretty hot lately and it has taken me some time to adapt to all this heat but now I think I have the situation under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my first taste of Dairy Queen ice cream.  Now that's what I'm talkin' about!  I only got a couple of licks of the spoon and then I tried diving into the cup.  There is a photo somewhere but not available to the public yet.  Bailey and Porter got way more ice cream than me which is not fair at all.  My mother said something about it making me sick.  Whateve&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpZwIS85CQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g277vxWDu5I/s1600-h/slice+andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpZwIS85CQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g277vxWDu5I/s200/slice+andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086376116990052610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r!  I'm 9 weeks old now, I can handle a little ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can't have ice cream then I am going to swim in the pool.  Okay it is just wading but fun splashing around non the less.  Here's a couple of picture of me in my first pool experience.  That big Border Collie is Andy and Hannah is the little girl.  They couldn't wait to get in the water either.  My game in the pool is scratching the pictures off the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-7514347924021241844?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/7514347924021241844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=7514347924021241844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7514347924021241844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7514347924021241844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-is-it-hot.html' title='Man is it Hot!'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RpZwRi85CRI/AAAAAAAAABE/WaNjyTLzZgY/s72-c/slice+pool+9+wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-7794638112320142863</id><published>2007-07-05T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:56:19.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Charm is Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Ro0-USKLYsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FacHPJMXNu0/s1600-h/Bailey+Slice+8wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Ro0-USKLYsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FacHPJMXNu0/s200/Bailey+Slice+8wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083788072563991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think my charm is starting to work on Bailey.  If I wait until he is sleeping and I sneek up really quietly and lie down he will let me sleep near him.  As you can see from the picture I am up to a foot away now.  Before he used to get up and walk away as soon as I got comfortable.  I am sure in no time we will be good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my first taste of agility when I went ripping through a tunnel.  Man those things are fun!  It was great excitement until I decided that using it as a giant chew toy would be better.  Apparently you aren't suppose to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-7794638112320142863?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/7794638112320142863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=7794638112320142863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7794638112320142863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/7794638112320142863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-charm-is-working.html' title='My Charm is Working'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Ro0-USKLYsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FacHPJMXNu0/s72-c/Bailey+Slice+8wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2013411099548568790</id><published>2007-07-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:40:39.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo</title><content type='html'>July 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 8 weeks old now and learning so many new things.  I have started to try walking on a leash but I don't really like it.  We only get to the end of the driveway before I make a huge fuss about the leash.  Lots of time to train that.  My biggest problem is that my neck is so small the collars don't really fit.  Mom bought me a cat harness to make it easier but who in their right mind would want to wear a cat harness!  At least it is purple, I like that color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new fence for the yard this weekend as I could squeeze through the other one.  I have spent a lot of time outside playing while they have been working on the fence.  With so much fresh air I am sleeping through the night!  While we were playing outside we took time for a family photo.  This is as close as Bailey would let me get to him. All in good time.   Look how big  I am  getting!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop7WiKLYrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e04PSc7dGdM/s1600-h/Family+Jul+07+8wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop7WiKLYrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e04PSc7dGdM/s200/Family+Jul+07+8wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010756497859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2013411099548568790?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2013411099548568790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2013411099548568790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2013411099548568790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2013411099548568790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-photo.html' title='Family Photo'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop7WiKLYrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/e04PSc7dGdM/s72-c/Family+Jul+07+8wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-2194897818488983922</id><published>2007-07-03T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:30:43.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><title type='text'>My First Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop4jSKLYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wBsgwuLGPLE/s1600-h/teh+bag+2+8wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop4jSKLYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wBsgwuLGPLE/s200/teh+bag+2+8wks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083007677006308002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on my first road trip this weekend to Prince Albert!  Now that sounds exciting doesn't it?  Well for me the weekend was a blast!  Staying in a hotel with my brothers and two other dogs to torment all weekend sure made for some fun times.  I was very well behaved in the car for the entire trip and only made a peep when I needed to get out.  I had so much fun on the trip that I hid in my mom's bag when we got back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-2194897818488983922?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/2194897818488983922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=2194897818488983922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2194897818488983922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/2194897818488983922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-road-trip.html' title='My First Road Trip'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/Rop4jSKLYqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wBsgwuLGPLE/s72-c/teh+bag+2+8wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-5085880603867307420</id><published>2007-06-27T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:28:40.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my big brother'/><title type='text'>My Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKaAiKLYpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aHo30bcYSI/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKaAiKLYpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aHo30bcYSI/s200/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080792663587512978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;So I have two big brothers.  Bailey who is the man in charge and the oldest and Porter who is the biggest but is proving to be my best buddy.  He is so kind and patient with me and very concerned about my well  being.  When I have to "go" in the middle of the night he hears me cry and makes sure my mom gets up to let me out.  Of course he always has to go with me to make sure I am ok.  When I am tired he lets me curl up wherever I want, usually in his tail, for a nice little nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like having my own personal playground.  I get to climb all over him, jump off his back, roll around under his chin and dive at his head.  He actually likes it I think.  He has no teeth in the front of his mouth so I like to crawl through there when we are playing too.  Check out the video of one of our little play sessions.&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yl0AtvLsM3g"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yl0AtvLsM3g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mom freak out the other day when I crawled into Porter's dish when he was eating his dinner!  Wow was she scared.  I am so brave I don't care if it is suppose to be scary.  Besides, Porter didn't care anyway, he just licked around me to get his food out.  We have a good relationship, what I can't finish of my dinner he licks out of the bowl when I am done but only after mom says it is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-5085880603867307420?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/feeds/5085880603867307420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7361024477396559820&amp;postID=5085880603867307420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/5085880603867307420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/5085880603867307420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-big-brother.html' title='My Big Brother'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKaAiKLYpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aHo30bcYSI/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361024477396559820.post-1725650983329196817</id><published>2007-06-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:47:45.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new family'/><title type='text'>My New Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKTryKLYnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjmoYQrJtXk/s1600-h/June+22+07+mm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKTryKLYnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjmoYQrJtXk/s200/June+22+07+mm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080785710035460722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Today I came home to my new family.  Kind of a crazy weekend as one of my brothers was competing at the AAC Regionals.  All I know is that there were a tonne of people and dogs there and it seemed pretty important.  Everyone thinks I am so cute and wanted to hold me and watch me play.  From what I gather my extended family is pretty big and so far all the other dogs like me.  Of course someone had to see what kind of things they can put me in because I am so small.  So here is a picture of me in somebody's hat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKUfiKLYoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/scVZ30lFyxI/s1600-h/7wks+uncle+marks+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKUfiKLYoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/scVZ30lFyxI/s320/7wks+uncle+marks+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080786599093691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361024477396559820-1725650983329196817?l=babyslice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1725650983329196817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361024477396559820/posts/default/1725650983329196817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyslice.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-family.html' title='My New Family'/><author><name>Slice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111846806163357403</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/_dL-u1WdO7Ko/RoKTryKLYnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjmoYQrJtXk/s72-c/June+22+07+mm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
