<?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-21368054</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:54:09.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yorkiepoo Named Cuddles</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Cuddles, I am a yorkiepoo and yes this is my personal journal. Basically this is my own personal daily diary of my events the day before. Actually its more like when ever I'm not too busy guarding the front door. I like to write about my family, what I think about throughout the day, and of course things about me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114627104322230740</id><published>2006-04-28T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:37:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yorkiepoo Sister Reyna</title><content type='html'>My sister Reyna might be coming over in a few days. My mommy said that she was going to Seattle to pick up Reyna and bring her home here because my grandma was going to be leaving for Asia for a whole month and the person who was going to babysit Reyna is now going to be unavailable for the month that my grandmother was going to be gone. I'm excited that I will be able to see Reyna again but then I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are supposed to meet my grandmother in Asia a couple of weeks later, but now that Reyna is coming down to stay for a while, they won't be able to leave. My parents had set up care for my sister Ruby and I for a couple of weeks, but now with Reyna, their plan is not going to work out. I'm still hoping that they find a way to go, but if they don't I guess I'll be home with my parents and my two sisters for the month of May. This will be a full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how my parents trip will plan out, but I sure hope that it still works out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114627104322230740?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114627104322230740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114627104322230740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114627104322230740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114627104322230740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-yorkiepoo-sister-reyna.html' title='My Yorkiepoo Sister Reyna'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114589087891058034</id><published>2006-04-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:27:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. It's Me Cuddles</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted here. I have been pretty busy. I have chores that I have to do such as being a watch dog all day long. I know that doesn't sound exciting, but it allows me to basically just lay around all day long right in front of the door. Then whenever someone walks by, I scare them away with my bark. Works every time. Don't get the wrong impression, I'm actually very friendly. You can ask anybody who knows me and they will tell you the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks, my parents will be going away for a couple of weeks to a place very far. So far that it will take them a whole 24 hours or more just to get there. My grandmother from my father side will be coming down to take care of me and my sister Ruby. I can't wait to spend time with my grandmother again. It's been a few months since I've seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to run. Duty calls you know. If I don't guard the front door, then who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114589087891058034?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114589087891058034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114589087891058034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114589087891058034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114589087891058034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-its-me-cuddles_24.html' title='Hi. It&apos;s Me Cuddles'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114565162278099603</id><published>2006-04-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:28:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And My Leash</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I was a smart pooch? Well I am a very, very smart puppy dog. My parents were so proud of me today when I found my leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy and daddy usually takes me and my sister out for a walk almost everyday. Well today, when mommy said lets go for a walk I got very excited as I do always. Then mommy told me to find my leash. At first, I didn't know what she was talking about, but then I figured out what she meant and I went over to where my leash was laying. I whined and sat next to my leash and my parents where so proud of me for finding my leach. This was the first time that I found my leach for them because it's the first time that they ever asked me to find my leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn new things every day. I wonder what I might learn tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114565162278099603?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114565162278099603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114565162278099603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114565162278099603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114565162278099603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-and-my-leash.html' title='Me And My Leash'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114434666251852359</id><published>2006-04-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:04:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yorkie</title><content type='html'>A Yorkie, that is what a lot of people think I look like. Yes I do have yorkie in me, but I also have poodle in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I look, I like being a mix between a yorkie and a poodle because it makes me unique. Not everyone is as unique as I am. And not every yorkie poodle mix out there look the same either. Some look like a yorkie and others look loke poodles. There are even other yorkiepoos that look nothing like a yorkie or a poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to check out other yorkiepoos to see what different puppies like me look like, I suggest clicking &lt;a href="http://www.myyorkiepoo.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I am proud to be a yorkie poodle mix called yorkie poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114434666251852359?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114434666251852359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114434666251852359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114434666251852359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114434666251852359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/yorkie.html' title='A Yorkie'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114269861765354129</id><published>2006-03-18T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T08:16:57.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yorkiepoo Grandmother</title><content type='html'>Today this yorkiepoo puppy is feeling great. Remember when I mentioned on my other posts that my grandmother from my father site who lives in Illinois was sick, was at the hospital and needed to have a surgery to get better. Well the surgery took place a couple of days ago and everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is still at the hospital, but the surgery was a success therefore she should be getting better in no time and going home soon. I think daddy was talking about going back to Illionis before to long to visit her. I'm not sure if all of us are going of it will only be him. Mommy doesn't like taking us two puppies to stay in a hotel all that much. She says it's not that easy and we make a lot of noise sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe one day she'll change her mind and we'll get to stay in a hotel again.&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114269861765354129?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114269861765354129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114269861765354129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114269861765354129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114269861765354129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/yorkiepoo-grandmother.html' title='A Yorkiepoo Grandmother'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114230871502352164</id><published>2006-03-13T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:58:35.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Puppy Dog On A Run</title><content type='html'>When daddy came back home from his trip from Illinois, I was very excited. Daddy was gone for four whole days and three nights. That's a lot of nights and days for me to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after daddy got back home we went to the track and field and ran around. Of course mommy and my sister Ruby went also. Ruby and I took turns running with daddy while mommy just walked around the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mommy let both me and my sister off the lease and we chased each other around the field. It was great, daddy would call us to come to him then mommy would call us to come to her. We went back and forth running from one to another and got exhausted. We probably ran around for a good half hour or more before heading back home. My sister and I were getting so tired that after we ran back to mommy for the last time, we just couldn't stand up anymore so we layed on the grass with our mouths wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Ruby and I were ready to go to bed. It wasn't bed time yet, but the bed sure felt nice to lay down on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little while later, daddy started stretching, that's usually a sign that he's going out running. So even though I'm as tired as can be, I made sure that he didn't go out running without me, I went up to him to let him know that I'm ready to go out running again if he's going. Fortunately, he was only stretching and not actually running. I don't know if I had enough energy in me to go out running again for the second time in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114230871502352164?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114230871502352164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114230871502352164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114230871502352164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114230871502352164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/puppy-dog-on-run.html' title='A Puppy Dog On A Run'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114201592192864239</id><published>2006-03-10T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:38:42.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Today started out a little cloudy, actually very cloudy. The rain came through last night and into this morning. I don't like going outside when its raining because I don't like to smell like a wet dog when I get back in, so I ended up waiting till this morning to do my business outside. I hate holding it for so long, but I do have to keep myself looking good always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful day today after the rain clouds went away. The sun is bright and the sky is blue and most importantly, my daddy will be coming home by early this evening. Of course this morning I had to look out the front door window just to see if he decided to come home earlier, but he wasn't there. Oh well, at least I'll see him in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that if daddy isn't very tired from his long trip that he would be up for a run with me after he gets home somtimes this evening. Maybe if I keep asking him, he might give in. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114201592192864239?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114201592192864239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114201592192864239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114201592192864239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114201592192864239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-beautiful-day.html' title='Its A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114194874597584667</id><published>2006-03-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:59:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Yorkie Poodle Puppy</title><content type='html'>My daddy went to go see grandma from Illinois a few days ago and I'm sad because I didn't get to go. Daddy said that grandma in Illinois fell about a week ago and hit her head really bad. She didn't go to the hospital till the next day,but when she did they rushed her by helicopter to the nearest intensive care hospital. Her injury must have been pretty bad. Daddy said she is acutally doing better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first our whole family was going to go, but then at the last minute, mommy said it might be better for her and us kids to stay here and just let daddy go by himself. So now I'm lonely because I didn't get to go, and daddy has been gone for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said it would be easier on us kids if we just stayed home instead of staying in hotels. Hotels don't really have a backyard for us to use the bathroom when we need to. It just makes it harder, especially if we had to stay for quite a few days. In a way, I guess I'm glad that we stayed because I do like going in my backyard. Plus I heard that it was cold and rainy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy should be coming home in a day or so, I can't wait to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114194874597584667?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114194874597584667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114194874597584667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114194874597584667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114194874597584667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/lonely-yorkie-poodle-puppy_09.html' title='A Lonely Yorkie Poodle Puppy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114194871406051183</id><published>2006-03-09T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:58:51.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Yorkie Poodle Puppy</title><content type='html'>My daddy went to go see grandma from Illinois a few days ago and I'm sad because I didn't get to go. Daddy said that grandma in Illinois fell about a week ago and hit her head really bad. She didn't go to the hospital till the next day,but when she did they rushed her by helicopter to the nearest intensive care hospital. Her injury must have been pretty bad. Daddy said she is acutally doing better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first our whole family was going to go, but then at the last minute, mommy said it might be better for her and us kids to stay here and just let daddy go by himself. So now I'm lonely because I didn't get to go, and daddy has been gone for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said it would be easier on us kids if we just stayed home instead of staying in hotels. Hotels don't really have a backyard for us to use the bathroom when we need to. It just makes it harder, especially if we had to stay for quite a few days. In a way, I guess I'm glad that we stayed because I do like going in my backyard. Plus I heard that it was cold and rainy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy should be coming home in a day or so, I can't wait to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114194871406051183?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114194871406051183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114194871406051183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114194871406051183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114194871406051183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/lonely-yorkie-poodle-puppy.html' title='A Lonely Yorkie Poodle Puppy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114187049908819089</id><published>2006-03-08T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:14:59.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy Coming Home In The Morning</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that my daddy doesn't always come home in the morning from a trip, but somehow when I wake up in the morning and I think about daddy, I get excited, I guess hoping that he would be coming home when I get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past frew trips that daddy went on, he would come home in the morning. So I started getting used to him coming home in the morning right after I would wake up in a lot of the mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well daddy left yesterday to go to grandma's in Illinoise because she is sick and won't be back home for a few days. But I woke up this morning, thinking that it was the morning that daddy should be coming home and ran to the front door to see if he was home and well, nothing. Daddy wasn't there. Mommy had to remind me that daddy was not coming home for a few more days. I just get so excited every morning hoping that it was the morning for daddy to come home so that I could jump all over him, whine and let him know how much I've missed him. But I guess my excitement will have to wait a few more days for him to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114187049908819089?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114187049908819089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114187049908819089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114187049908819089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114187049908819089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-daddy-coming-home-in-morning.html' title='My Daddy Coming Home In The Morning'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114175928059861226</id><published>2006-03-07T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:21:20.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Cute YokiePoo</title><content type='html'>Mommy, Daddy and I (and my sister Ruby too) were looking at old picture yesterday. I saw old pictures of mommy and daddy and I also saw a very cute yorkiepoo puppy picture of myself. Everytime that mommy would show me a picture I would say to myself, "what a very cute yorkiepoo puppy." Yes, I was the cutest of the cutest when it comes to yorkiepoo puppies. I just can't deny it. Mommy and daddy would also say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures that I saw of myself was with one ear up and one ear down. I asked mommy what happended to my ear, and how did it finally fix itself back to the way they are now, cute. Mommy said that when I was just a few month old, one of my ear would stay down while the other one would stay up. Then a few months later the ears changed and the ear that was down stood up and the ear that was up layed down. She didn't really know what was going on with my ears when that was happening, kind of like a mystery. Well doensn't matter now, because both my ears are up and they lay down when ever I make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114175928059861226?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114175928059861226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114175928059861226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114175928059861226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114175928059861226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-cute-yokiepoo.html' title='A Very Cute YokiePoo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114152534817531547</id><published>2006-03-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:22:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How About This Yorkiepoo?</title><content type='html'>Remember when I mentioned about my family painting a room? Well the room that we painted was a guess room/t.v. room. I didn't hang out there much before the room was painted, but after we got it all nice and painted and cleaned, I spend a lot more time there now. My sister Ruby also spends as much time there as I do. We kind of made it our little play room, since we don't exactly have a play room. The room I guess feels a lot more like our room now that we made it the way that we wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mommy and daddy took a golf cart ride and didn't bring my sister and I with them. I'm starting to think they don't like us riding in the cart anymore. I can't exactly blame them, we do bark a lot at everything that we see, but its only because we like to talk about what we see while we are taking a golf cart ride. We are very vocal. I don't know about them, but I think that's a good thing. I think that it would be very boring for mommy and daddy if I didn't speak my mind out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114152534817531547?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114152534817531547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114152534817531547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114152534817531547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114152534817531547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-about-this-yorkiepoo.html' title='How About This Yorkiepoo?'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114135733569344436</id><published>2006-03-02T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:50:19.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterinary For A Yorkie Poo Puppy</title><content type='html'>Mommy keeps talking about how I need to go to the veterinary to get caught up with my yearly exam and my shots. This yorkie poo puppy does not, I repeat, does not like going to the veterinary. I get nervous everytime I hear the word veterinary from my mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I get nervous, more like car sick, every time I ride a car or a golf cart, I get the same way going to the veterinary. Sometimes they give me things that I don't like, like medicine or giving me shots. Although, one thing that I do like that is from the vet is my heart worm medicine. Mommy gives me heartworm medicine monthly and to me its just like candy. There are times when I try to get my sister Ruby's heartworm too. I usually don't succeed since mom watches us both, making sure that we eat our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that I don't have to go to the veterinary, that's probably going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114135733569344436?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114135733569344436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114135733569344436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114135733569344436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114135733569344436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/veterinary-for-yorkie-poo-puppy.html' title='Veterinary For A Yorkie Poo Puppy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114126106163112129</id><published>2006-03-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:58:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yorkie Poo Puppy Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said that I was getting used to the golf cart. Well I just don't know what it is, but I still have a fear of riding in anything that moves. We went out for a ride yesterday to wal mart, and I just couldn't stop shaking. Mommy took me out of the basket in the back to put me up front with her. She held me basically to wal mart and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the other day I went on a car ride with mommy and daddy to the post office and I did very well. I even stuck my head out the window. Mommy and daddy were very proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if mommy and daddy are going to let me ride on the golf cart anymore because I get nervous everytime and my sister Ruby and I have the the loudest mouth, barking at everything that we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I hope they still let me ride on the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114126106163112129?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114126106163112129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114126106163112129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114126106163112129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114126106163112129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-yorkie-poo-puppy-yesterday.html' title='My Yorkie Poo Puppy Yesterday'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114118767940676063</id><published>2006-02-28T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:33:36.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me A Yorkiepoo Puppy!</title><content type='html'>I think it's so great to be a yorkiepoo. If I wasn't a yorkiepoo, mommy and daddy may have not gotten me. Actually they probably still would have because I was and still am the cutest little puppy in the world. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a little bit of remodeling to this house that we bought just a few months ago. Our house is not the biggest house, it's quite small actually, but its pretty comfortable. Anyway when mommy and daddy bought this house, they knew that it needed a little bit of work. Basically, a little bit of painting (the whole house) and just some upgrade like in the bathrooms, kitchen, and the floors. I don't think that its that bad, but they want to try to make it as comfortable for us to live in as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we painted one of the rooms upstairs. The room was this ugly yellow color, and the blinds were very dirty, as well as the doors and closet. Mommy, daddy, Ruby and I worked all day yesterday trying to make that room look good. Mommy and daddy painted and Ruby and I guarded the front door while laying on our big comfortable dog bed. I thought the job was evenly spread out. I had a lot of work keeping people from coming to our house. I barked at everyone that went by to scare them away. I was just doing my part, being part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is great, we are very close and we tell each other everything. We stick together like glue on paper. I think it's great, except for sometimes when I try to tell them something they don't always understand me right away. I have to repeat myself over and over. They usually get it eventually, but it's a lot of work for me to try to get them to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is suppose to be a great day here in Georgia, I'll write back later and let you know what we do. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114118767940676063?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114118767940676063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114118767940676063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114118767940676063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114118767940676063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-yorkiepoo-puppy.html' title='Me A Yorkiepoo Puppy!'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114109723363661590</id><published>2006-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:49:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maltese Pomeranian Sister Ruby ;-)</title><content type='html'>My sister Ruby is the greatest little sister a yorkiepoo puppy like me could ever have. She takes care of me as if I'm the little one. Anyway, I had to use the restroom really bad so I went to the back door, like I always do, and usually just wait until someone comes by to let me out. Well my little sister saw me, and she knew that my parents were upstairs, that they would not be able to see me just sitting there by the door, so she basically called them for me. Of course I tried my whining hoping that they would hear me, but that didn't work. Mommy had tought Ruby way back when to ring the bell when ever she needed to go outside. Well she didn't need to go outside but I did, so she was nice enough to ring the bell for me. Daddy heard the bell and he let me out. Thanks to my sisterRuby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister might be smart about ringing the bell on the door, but I'm still smarter because I can type on the computer. I'm the one with a journal and not her. Maybe I'll be a nice big brother and teach her how to use the computer one day. She probably should learn too. And she's pretty smart so she'll probably learn how to use the computer in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114109723363661590?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114109723363661590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114109723363661590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114109723363661590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114109723363661590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-maltese-pomeranian-sister-ruby.html' title='My Maltese Pomeranian Sister Ruby ;-)'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114092620310509830</id><published>2006-02-25T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:49:17.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As A Yorki Poo</title><content type='html'>Life is not easy for a puppy like me. Yes, I do have all the love and the hugs and kisses that comes with love, but it's stil not an easy life. For one, I don't don't always get what I ask for. I try to tell mommy or even daddy sometimes what I want, like a snack or something, but they don't seem to understand, or want to give me a snack everytime I ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I have to go to the bathroom, which is outside by the way, its not very easy when its pouring down rain. Sometimes I have to hold it for as long as I possibly can just to not get wet going out. I don't personally like it going outside and getting my hair wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, if life is not that easy for a yorkiepoo puppy like me, then how is life for my mommy and daddy, is life easy for them? Sometimes, I don't think that it is that easy for them either. I know that it is hard for mommy and daddy when daddy has to leave and go to work. Sometimes he leaves for only a day, but sometimes he's gone for four days, and he is usually leaving us at least 15 days or more a month, up to 20 days. That kind of schedule can't be healthy for them, but daddy has to go to work so I guess that won't change unless they can find a way to stay home and work from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is gone again tonight, but he'll be back tomorrow. I can't wait until he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114092620310509830?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114092620310509830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114092620310509830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114092620310509830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114092620310509830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-as-yorki-poo.html' title='Life As A Yorki Poo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114083078942740873</id><published>2006-02-24T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:49:01.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Again, Yorkie Poo Cuddles</title><content type='html'>Daddy had to go to work again. I really get sad when he leaves and goes to work. I lay on the bed just watching my daddy get ready for work, get ready to leave me again. I ask him not to leave, but he doesn't listen, he doesn't understand that I'm needy, and that I need him home all the time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying there on top of the bed watching daddy get ready for work made me think of that country song that I often hear on the radio that talks about a kid finding some money to buy some time with his dad. The thought of that song made me wish that I had some change or money to buy some time with my daddy, I would give him all that I have to just spend more time with him. But the only thing that I have that I could give him are my toys, and I don't think that would keep him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before daddy leaves, when he takes off his slippers to put his outside shoes on, I would always take his slippers and play with them. I try to do this everytime to get daddy to play with me, and maybe keep him from leaving. He usually pays me a little bit of attention, but he still leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114083078942740873?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114083078942740873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114083078942740873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114083078942740873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114083078942740873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-me-again-yorkie-poo-cuddles.html' title='It&apos;s Me Again, Yorkie Poo Cuddles'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114066250936316163</id><published>2006-02-22T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:48:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Run With My Daddy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday daddy and I went for a run. We ran about a mile or so. The weather was actually pretty nice and not rainy like it is today. Today is just a very wet day. When we got back from our run, daddy took my sister Ruby for her turn. Ruby gets really jealous if she doesn't get a run with daddy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back into the house after, my run, I layed on the floor, I was so tired. I think that I'm out of shape because I get tired a lot faster now than I did back when daddy and I would run out in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Texas, where we used to live before we moved here in Georgia, daddy and I would run a few days a week. We would go for about a few miles on each run. I got in shape really fast. I would always, and still do, look forward to our runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always tell when it's time for daddy and I to go for our run. Daddy would change into his running shorts, start stretching and put on his running shoes the same way every time. Just seeing him get ready gets me very excited because I know that we would be running shortly. Then daddy would say, "cuddles do you want to go for a run" and I would get even more excited. I would jump and bark and jump up on a chair waiting for him to put a leash on me. What I really enjoy about our run is the time we get to spend together, it's like our own little special time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we go for another run. Maybe if it doesn't rain tomorrow daddy will take me out for a run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114066250936316163?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114066250936316163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114066250936316163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114066250936316163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114066250936316163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-run-with-my-daddy.html' title='My Run With My Daddy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114047372822848783</id><published>2006-02-20T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:48:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ts Me Again, Cuddles</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you about my family from far away? Well its true, I do have a family who lives very far away, all the way across the ocean, basically half way around the world. I have a great grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and more probably. I have never seen any of them of course, because puppy dogs like me don't exactly step out of the country all that often, and for me thats never or at least never yet. I think it would be fun though to be able to explore other trees and grasses in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy said that her and daddy will be going to visit my great grandmother soon. I think they said sometime in May. I sure hope that they bring plenty of pictures of me to show everyone there what I look like. I'm a little worried about who will be taking care of me and my sister while they are away. I hope that we get someone nice to babysit us. I'm kinda hope that it's my grandmother from North Carolina, but I think she might be too busy. Well I'm sure mommy will find someone nice to stay with us for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know more about their trip when it gets closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114047372822848783?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114047372822848783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114047372822848783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114047372822848783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114047372822848783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-me-again-cuddles.html' title='I&apos;ts Me Again, Cuddles'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114028241701676977</id><published>2006-02-18T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:48:08.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A YorkiePoo Named Cuddles</title><content type='html'>A YokiePoo Named Cuddles is the title of my blog. I thought that it would be cute to have my name on the title, after all, it is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my daddy left for work, and he won't be back for four whole days. Three nights and four days for my daddy to be gone is an awful long time. I really wish that he wouldn't leave on trips like that because I miss him every time he's goes. It always seems like he's been gone forever by the time he gets home and we have to catch up on things that he's missed while he was gone. Especially when my sisters and I were very young, he would miss us growing up. He would say, when he got back home, that we have grown up so much in the few days that he was gone. He was probably right because we did grow up pretty fast. He would also miss the days when we started losing our baby teeth and some of the days when we were sick. It was always lonely around the house when he was gone and it still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that one day, he would just stay home and work from home so that I can spend more time with him. I do hope that day comes sooner than later because I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114028241701676977?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114028241701676977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114028241701676977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114028241701676977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114028241701676977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/yorkiepoo-named-cuddles.html' title='A YorkiePoo Named Cuddles'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114023792072776957</id><published>2006-02-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:47:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me! A Yorkie Poo Puppy</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to write yesterday, I must have been busy. But here I am now writing about my yesterday. I'll let you know about my today, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my whole family went for a golf cart ride. The weather was great, it was like 75 degrees outside. I wish it would stay that warm from now on, but it wont, because I heard mommy and daddy talking about how it was getting to get cold. They said that it would get down to the 40s again this weekend. I wonder how long this cold weather is going to last? My parents let me go outside longer when it's warmer, they also like to play with me outside when its warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cart ride, you should see our cart, mommy put this basket on the back seat just for me and my sister Ruby. The basket has this cloth on it so it's nice to sit on. My sister Ruby and I would sit back there and bark whenever we pass other dogs. Mommy and daddy don't exactly like it when we bark, they always tell us to be quiet. It's very hard for my sister and I to control our barking, we like to be heard. Unfortunately that doesn't go well for my parents because they say the whole subdivision can hear us bark. I'm going to try to be better, I'll try to hold back on barking next time we go for a ride. Mommy said that if we keep barking like we do that we would not be allowed to go on a golf cart ride anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll go for another ride tomorrow? Well I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114023792072776957?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114023792072776957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114023792072776957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114023792072776957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114023792072776957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-me-yorkie-poo-puppy.html' title='It&apos;s me! A Yorkie Poo Puppy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-114005438410151062</id><published>2006-02-15T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:47:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday For A Yorkie Poo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's Day, I didn't really have a valentine except for mommy. Mommy and daddy went out to dinner but it was so busy out there at the restaurant that they came back home. The restaurant that they went to wasn't so far that they were able to use the golf cart to get to it. Unfortunately they didn't get to have a Valentine's Day dinner because they said the wait was almost an hour and a half. They got chinese to go instead and came home to spend more time with my sister and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Doug came home last night for a night and I got very excited because I only get to see him a few days a month. Well he's not really my uncle, but to pe polite mommy says that I should call him uncle Doug instead of just Doug, it just sound better. I couldn't get enough attention, but my sister Ruby was such a shy that she would just turn her head away from him. I of course couldn't get enough attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy gave me a bath lastnight because I was starting to smell bad, or they say, I don't think I was that bad. My sister got a bath also, so she must have smelled really bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bath, mommy and daddy gave me so much more attention, I don't mind taking baths if I get all that attention afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrows weather is suppose to be a little warmer than today, I think I'll try to get a really long walk out of them. I'll let you know how it goes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-114005438410151062?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114005438410151062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=114005438410151062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114005438410151062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/114005438410151062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-for-yorkie-poo.html' title='Yesterday For A Yorkie Poo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113993532407504538</id><published>2006-02-14T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:47:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yorkie Poo Puppy Day</title><content type='html'>I'v been thinking, you know I haven't seen my grandparents since they brought me home early January and I haven't called them to see how they are doing, I have been a slacker. I think I'm going to tell mommy that I want to call my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who I really miss is my grandma from my mommy's side. I have not seen her in almost a year if not longer. She lives in Seattle and we live here in Georgia so it's a little far to visit often. I sure wish that she would come visit more often. I also miss my sister Reyna who have moved in with her last summer. Now it's just Ruby and I here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ruby, I can hear her ringing that bell again. When Ruby was young mommy tought my sister Ruby to Ring the bell when ever she wants to go outside. I'ts easier to hear the bell I guess than to see her just sitting by the door waiting to go outside. She's a pretty smart sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have to go outside, I don't ring the bell, I just sit there and whine. I always get what I want. I think it's because my parents get tired of listening to me whine that they give me what I want right away. Oh, it's a great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go call my grandparents now and see what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113993532407504538?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113993532407504538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113993532407504538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113993532407504538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113993532407504538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-yorkie-poo-puppy-day.html' title='My Yorkie Poo Puppy Day'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113975528756547080</id><published>2006-02-12T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:46:46.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Yorkie Poo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I asked my mommy to let me go out to the garage and she did. When I got out there I didn't see our golf cart, which was the reason I wanted to go to the garage in the first place. I came back in and mommy said that the golf cart was gone. And that daddy had to take it to the shop to get new batteries on it because the batteries were too worn out. I was a little disappointed because I thought maybe we would be able to go on a golf cart ride yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when mommy and daddy was eating, I wanted to get some of that can food that they keep in the fridge for me and my sister. I tried talking to them, I even stood by the door of the fridge to let them know exactly where the can that I wanted was. I would talk and tell them but my mommy would just keep saying "what cuddles, what do you want?" I would tell her again exactly what I want but she just didn't seem to hear me right. She kept giving me what I didn't want. All I wanted was a little bit of my canned stuff that was in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night while we were on the bed, my mommy and daddy would tell me something, I tried to understand what they were talking about but I just could not get exactly what it was that they wanted me to do or was telling me. They kept telling me over and over, I would turn my head to make sure that I don't miss anything that they are saying, but I just could not get what she was telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, no matter how I try to tell them something, or listen to what they are saying, it just doesn't work. I've been trying for three years now and I still don't fully understand them. Maybe in another year I'll have it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113975528756547080?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113975528756547080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113975528756547080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113975528756547080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113975528756547080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-about-yorkie-poo.html' title='All About Yorkie Poo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113953687151828252</id><published>2006-02-09T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:46:28.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yorkie Poo On A Golf Cart</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my whole family, and yes even me, went for a ride on our golf cart. The day wasn't the warmest, but it was sunny enough to drive the golf cart. We actually drove to the golf course. You see my daddy is a golfer and he always wants to go to the golf course. So sometimes, we make it a family event, and we all go to the golf course to watch my daddy practice or play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the golf course, this interesting older man came up to say hi to us. He was nice, but I didn't want anything to do with him, maybe if he was a cute girl or something I would have been a little more sociable. Anyway, he asked us what kind of dog I was, and of course my mommy would answer for me and my sister always because she always tells us never to talk to strangers. So I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She of course told the old guy, who was on another golf cart by the way, that I was a yorkiepoo. He thought my sister and I were cute. I didn't have to hear that from anybody, I already knew all that. Although, it does help to validate it. He asked how long my hair would grow and mommy answered that it was only about 3 inches or so. She failed to mention that I have really nice hair and that it doesn't shed. The old man said his goodbye and off he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did alright on the ride. I got nervous for a little bit, but after a while, I was calm and was kind of enjoying the ride a little bit. We didn't stay long at the golf course and we left to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113953687151828252?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113953687151828252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113953687151828252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113953687151828252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113953687151828252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/yorkie-poo-on-golf-cart.html' title='Yorkie Poo On A Golf Cart'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113942099103783914</id><published>2006-02-08T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:46:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick Yorkiepoo Puppy</title><content type='html'>I know that I have not been writing in my blog like I said that I would be. Well I have a perfectly good excuse. I was sick. Yup I was. I don't know what it was, but I woke up the other day and just felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were so proud of me, I would tell them ahead of time when I was going to throw up and they would let me go outside to throw up. I kind of threw up most of the day. I didn't eat anything, I just didn't feel like eating. I'm still not sure what it was, but I felt a little bit better towards the night. I did get in a little trouble for eating very late. I ate around midnight, which is not the time for me to be eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday, not feeling the greatest, but felt a little better. Still didn't eat normally, I actually didn't eat until late afternoon. My parents were getting a little worried about me. I did finally feel good enough by evening time and played with my little sister Ruby for a little while. She really likes it when we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113942099103783914?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113942099103783914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113942099103783914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113942099103783914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113942099103783914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-yorkiepoo-puppy.html' title='A Sick Yorkiepoo Puppy'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113920000081468391</id><published>2006-02-05T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:45:53.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Another Day For Yorkie Poo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just another yorkiepoo day. I stayed home, didn't even step out of my front door. Although I did go outside the back door a few times, but that doesnt count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well besides the usuall daily events, nothing really exciting yesterday. I didn't go on a golf cart ride, but I did go to the garage and circle the cart a few times. I wanted to give it another look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a cold and rainy day, I really didn't want to go outside so I would wait until it wasn't raining to run out and back. I kept myself from getting wet. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a wuss or anything, I just like being careful and I kinda like to keep my shiny hair dry. It never really looks good when it gets wet. That reminds me, I am do for a hair cut soon. I have to remember to add that to my to do list, or better yet, add that to my mommy's to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113920000081468391?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113920000081468391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113920000081468391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113920000081468391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113920000081468391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-another-day-for-yorkie-poo.html' title='Yesterday, Another Day For Yorkie Poo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113909339811738105</id><published>2006-02-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:04:38.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a yorkiepoo</title><content type='html'>I think I might try writing in my blog on a daily basis. Like starting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say about my yesterday. Well I don't think I've mentioned, but ealier in the week my parents bought a golf cart. We live in a golf cart community, more like a town, where people drive golf carts to work, school and shops. So, just like everyone here, we bought one for us to putt around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I mentioned, but I get car sick, and yes I do throw up every now and then. Well my parents had me go for a ride on it when we first got it and well, I started to get golf cart sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, while my daddy was at work, mommy and I and of course my little sister too, went driving around on the golf cart around our neighborhood. I started to shake and feel sick for a little while, but I'm starting to think that I may do a little better on the cart than I do in the car. I don't know, I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our little ride around the block and the cart was parked in the garage, I asked mommy to let me go out to the garage and to see the golf cart again. And of course, the great mommy she is, she let me go to the garage. I walked around the cart, sniffing, basically just trying to check out my new ride that I'm sure I'll get used to riding one day and not have to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113909339811738105?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myyorkiepoo.com' title='I&apos;m just a yorkiepoo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113909339811738105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113909339811738105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113909339811738105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113909339811738105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-just-yorkiepoo.html' title='I&apos;m just a yorkiepoo'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113898428535886966</id><published>2006-02-03T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:45:35.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Yorkiep Poo Puppy Day</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm not a puppy but I like being refered to as a puppy still. Only because puppies are known to be cute, and I'm also cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to say, if you find any typos on part of my writing, just ignore it, I'm lucky to be able to write my own blog. Many dog's, especially the ones like, don't even know how to turn the computer on. And I know I didn't exactly go to school or anything, but I did get a little bit of home school from my mommy. She tought me everything I needed to know about keeping a daily diary, blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my daddy went to work early in the morning, he woke everybody up. But we all went back to sleep after he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got up it was just mommy, me and my sister Ruby. We didn't do much. Mommy was busy working on her projects up stairs, my little sister Ruby follows her like she's mommy's tail or something. I stay down stairs and guard the door. I like to see anything and everything that goes on outside through the side window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113898428535886966?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113898428535886966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113898428535886966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113898428535886966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113898428535886966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-yorkiep-poo-puppy-day.html' title='Just Another Yorkiep Poo Puppy Day'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113882721034395136</id><published>2006-02-01T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:45:15.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Other Yorkie Poo Day</title><content type='html'>I know that I missed a few more days of writing in my blog. I just don't know if I have the energy every day to walk the stairs up here where the computer is located, start the computer, jump up on the chair and write. So if you don't hear from me everyday, you will every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was kinda boring, didn't do much but eat and lay around, and yet I was too busy to write in my blog, imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that when we were moving from Texas to Georgia that my parents sent me off to stay with my grandparents in Charlotte, NC. I stayed in my grandparents big house, with their big dogs and big cats. I felt like a shrimp for the most part, I was the smallest one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote my mommy and daddy a letter before Christmas just to find out when I was going to move back in with them. Here is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom &amp;amp; Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun here at grandma and granpa's but I want to come home. Grandpa told me you moved. How am I going to find you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nice that Aunt Grace and Uncle Jack like to play but they are so much bigger than me. I try to act tough so they won't take advantage of me. The problem is that when Grace sneaks upstairs and finds my chew bone she is too big for me to get it back and it also doesn't take her very long to eat the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, grandpa and Aunt Elizabeth are nice to me but I am not getting all the attention I want because Grace and Jack want attention too. I try to not let them forget me since I am the smallest but grandpa won't give me attention when I bark. I bark a lot when I get excited after I haven't seen anyone for awhile. I also don't think I get as much attention when I don't bark. Things are really different here, I want to come home. Are you going to tell me where you have moved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going outside in the backyard because of all the interesting smells, the cats that walk by in the tall grass and all the people that walk by the front of the house. I also like the excitement when Jack and Grace start running around the yard chasing each other and how they seem to run more when I bark even though I have to be careful not to get run over when they come up on the deck. Only thing is that sometimes grandpa leaves me outside all afternoon and I miss curling up in a soft spot or on a pillow in the house. Jack and Grace are outside dogs and I am more of a pillow puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to sound like a marshmellow. Even though I may like napping I remain vigilant and bark at anybody walking by the house or trying to walk through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when grandpa comes home for lunch I try to visit especially when Jack and Grace are already outside. I still want to bark, even though I try not to, because althoughit's just me and grandpa I still don't get enough attention. When grandpa leaves for work he asks me if I want to go outside. He doesn't understant that I can hold my bladder for a long time and that all I really want is attention. So I try that cute thing where I roll over on my back with my legs and belly pointed up. Grandpa gave in a few times but I can't get to him like I do you guys and he puts me outside anyway. If I remember I go upstairs before he goes back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, while they watch TV, they let the cats out of the play room. That's when we really have fun. When the cats look like they are running away, Jack or I start to chase and corner the cats. Jack usually doesn't bark at the cats and Grace only does when she is trying to get them to play with her. I can't help myself. As soon as the chase is on I have to try to terrorize the cats with my bark. I think Lola is scared when we do that. Sometimes, Prince runs away but occasionally he stands his ground, hisses and tries to claw me. I am not really afraid but I don't want to find out if he will hurt me. Jack and I do this several times each night but it makes grandma and grandpa mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma takes me for walks with the other dogs but it's just not the same as the runs with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first lived at the old house you used to let me sleep with you. Elizabeth lets me sleep in her bed and sometimes on the pillow up next to her head. Are you going to let me sleep with you when I come home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the haircut when I came to Atlanta with grandpa. Was that our new house? I was really feeling like a bum. Grandma, grandpa and Aunt Elizabeth don't seem to understand that cute dogs like me need grooming to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like I am depressed in the Santa picture but all the strange noises, animals and people scared me. Aunt Elizabeth works at the Santa place taking pictures. Wish I could have come up with a happy face. Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told him I wanted to go home and maybe a bunch of my favorite chew bones. I told him I couldn't tell him where my new home was but I would try to find ou the address and send a note back with Aunt Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to come home? I miss those days when it was just the two of you and me. How will Santa find me if I am not at your house? Where are my sisters? Are they living with you now? Will I have to still share and be nice to them when I get home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having fun at grandma and grandpas but I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113882721034395136?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113882721034395136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113882721034395136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113882721034395136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113882721034395136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/every-other-yorkie-poo-day.html' title='Every Other Yorkie Poo Day'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113850271400803084</id><published>2006-01-28T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:44:55.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Yorkie Poo Day</title><content type='html'>Today, which refers to yesterday because I'm writing about yesterday, well you know what I mean. Well I guess I can say yesterday to be a little more clear. So yesterday, as I was saying, I had a great day. After waking up and eating and all, I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up from my nap, my daddy and I went out for a run, I just love my runs. But sometimes when I run in the summer when its hot I can get really tired. When I get home from a run I usually lay on the tile to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from the run, I basically sat and layed by the front door doing my daily duty of watching the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner, my sister Ruby and I did, and them mommy and daddy took us for a long walk at to the track field where we ran around and played for a little bit. Yes that was very fun, if I don't say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I told myself before falling asleep, "yes today was a good day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113850271400803084?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113850271400803084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113850271400803084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113850271400803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113850271400803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-yorkie-poo-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Yorkie Poo Day'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113841732132756175</id><published>2006-01-27T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:44:36.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I Am Late</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, today is the 27th and not the 24th. Trust me, I asked many just to make sure. After loggin on today on this great computer that I use to write my daily log, I realized that I have missed a whole two days. I thought to myself, that can't be. Where did the 24th and 25th go. Did those days just pass me by without stopping for me to get my paws on this computer so that I can write my daily thoughts and events. I don't know. I wonder if I slept through it. Or maybe I was just being lazy. Well either case, I am going to try not to miss anymore days, I mean what would my grandpups say if they read my diary after I have passed. They might say that I was inconsistent and that I could not keep track of time very well. Well I just hope they don't think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, if today is the 27th then, yesterday must be the 26th. What did I do yesterday. Well for start, I ate breakfast. Let me tell you, I so get my way around here, more than anyone else in the family. My trick, I whine near something that I want and stay there until they give it to me. Works everytime, you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also nappedfor most of the day. Did a little bit of playing and well, obviously didn't do any writing, but I'll get better. I' been going to bed late, and with that I mean I sleep everywhere like by bed, chairs and sofas, but didn't get to my bed where I sleep next to my parents until late because they usually stay up late which keeps me up late. They really need to learn to get to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113841732132756175?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113841732132756175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113841732132756175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113841732132756175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113841732132756175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-i-am-late.html' title='Sorry I Am Late'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113808017946423414</id><published>2006-01-23T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:44:13.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yorkiepoo's Second Blog</title><content type='html'>Let's see, well this is my second blog and today is the day after yesterday and so I am right on taget with this blog thing. This daily diary thing or what ever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, besides getting this blog started, which by the way took a little more time than I anticipated. Well it actually wasn't that bad, I'm just still getting used to typing on a computer. I mean how many dog's actually get a chance to type on a computer, or better yet type on a computer every day. Not many if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to yesterday, I actually didn't do much. My parents left for a few hours. I don't exactly know where they went but it was nice because they took my little sister and I got to have the place all by myself. With nobody to bug me. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually do much more than lay around again. Oh, I almost forgot, I did walk around the block a few times. That was fun. I always enjoy taking walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until tomorrow, I say goodbye to my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113808017946423414?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113808017946423414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113808017946423414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113808017946423414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113808017946423414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/yorkiepoos-second-blog.html' title='A Yorkiepoo&apos;s Second Blog'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21368054.post-113799809021515361</id><published>2006-01-22T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:43:49.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>This is my firest blog. I am so excited to finally get in here and start typing away. To just be able to get my thoughts down on paper, better yet on a computer. This is what all dogs like me dream about, or maybe just me. Anyway, I just like the thought of being able to log my daily events, just like a diary, but on the computer, a little more high-tech sort of speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about my day yesterday, well didn't really do a whole lot. I basically hung out all day at home, where you can usually find me at all times. Of course there are day when we take trips to places I have never been before, but I don't usually get in a car a whole lot because, well, I get nervous, and sometimes, I throw up. But not on purpose, I really don't know why I get so car sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides just staying home, I also ate and played with my little sister Ruby. Oh yes, Ruby. she can be the best sister, or the worst sister, depending on what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better run, I have some other things that I need to be doing right now, like guarding the front door which is my house duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myyorkiepoo.com"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; see pictures of me and other YorkiePoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21368054-113799809021515361?l=myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113799809021515361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21368054&amp;postID=113799809021515361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113799809021515361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21368054/posts/default/113799809021515361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyorkiepoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>cuddles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04945819801657134361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://myyorkiepoo.com/image/our_pictures/cuddles_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
