<?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-5713517011189770994</id><updated>2011-11-10T09:12:29.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayspring Cazen of Timbaland</title><subtitle type='html'>An ISSR Shiloh Shepherd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713517011189770994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tania Pulkowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787612558754988759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713517011189770994.post-5966475597732185763</id><published>2010-06-17T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:50:18.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From Cazen</title><content type='html'>Bow wow all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to let you know that mom is at work right now, but she is not feeling so well.  Last night she decided to take me downtown for some “socialization”, as she calls it.  I say ,she is the one that was getting socialized!!&lt;br /&gt;She and her friend Rose drove me to this big building where we parked our car.  There were a lot of parked cars in there.  But I, didn’t really mind, as I knew the collar she had on me, was loose enough, that if I really wanted to I could get it over my head, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;The first place we stopped was kinda cool.  It had all kinds of stuff for me.  Toys, bones, and OH NO, new collars!!!  Before I knew it, this new purple collar was around my neck and it was quite snug!!  So much for making a run for it.  Anyway, on our way out of this store, I heard someone from the sky yelling mom’s name.  I heard mom tell Rose that it was Anthony, her boss.  He apparently lives on top of this building.  There were a bunch of people with him all hanging out on this deck that overlooks the water.  The next thing I know, we are climbing up these stairs to where all the people are.  The music was much louder than mom ever plays it, but I didn’t mind, I actually liked it.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went out to the deck and saw all these tug boats and people sitting at tables eating and having fun. All the men had brown bottles in their hands. The next thing I know, mom and Rose have glasses with stuff that looks like pee in them.  I’ve seen mom drinking pee before, I think she must give me all the water in the house, and there is none left for her, so she drinks pee.  She must love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then a women comes in , and YEH, she is carrying a little fluffy white dog.  Oh great!!… someone to play with.  Well,  maybe not.  She ran away from me the minute her mom put her down.  Now,  I think she wants to play tag, but her mom came running over and scooped her up in her arms again.  She was just no fun at all!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this little white dog thought she was just too good to play with me, because every time her mom put her down, she cried and acted scared.  I think it must have been that we were way up on top of the building that scared her, because it certainly couldn’t have been me! Its ok, because later I learned that she was WAY too old for me anyway, she was 6 years old!&lt;br /&gt;After mom and her friend had 2 or 3 glasses of pee, I heard mom say that we needed to get going. She said that I probably need to go out to pee!!!  Who is she kidding, she is the one that’s been drinking it all night!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we go down that very steep flight of stairs and I hear them talking about where we can pee.  So we walk and every time there is the slightest spot of grass or dirt, mom stops and tells me to “do my business.”&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don’t see her “doing her business” in the streets with all these people watching , so who does she think I am???  Some CPPP,  cheap public peeing puppy?  I don’t think so.  Not me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally they seem to realize that I am NOT going to do MY business out in public, so we continue to walk.  Then as we are walking, some guy runs out of this place called Cava, and hugs mom.  I hear mom introduce him to Rose as the bartender in this restaurant . Next think I know, mom and Rose are sitting at a table outside with ANOTHER glass of pee!  Water must be in really short supply around here!&lt;br /&gt;Mom, gives me my bully stick to play with.  We end up hanging there for awhile, so I just took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, were off again.  Now, mind you, I am getting pretty darn hungry, as I have not eaten yet!&lt;br /&gt;So back to the car and off we go.  When we got home, mom fed me, while her and Rose drank some MORE pee!!!&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be having a good time, as they laughed more than normal.  They also played with me a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;After I “Did my business”, I was just too tired to play anymore, so I got in my bed, and called it a night.  I did notice Rose walked home and mom went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its 4:45 AM and normally if I stir in my crate, mom is down in no time at all.  But, I had to stir more than normal.  Finally around 5:15 mom came down.&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t look very happy, as I think she must be getting sick.  She looked a bit pale.&lt;br /&gt;She came over and didn’t even play with me.  She just let me out and told me to “do my business”, then she put me back to bed again???&lt;br /&gt;Next think I know, she went back upstairs..  Hey mom, where’s my breakfast???&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I can always use another nap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later, mom finally comes down again.  This time she hugs and kisses me like normal, but she still looks a bit pale. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, breakfast and a little play outside.&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes back upstairs.  This is when she comes down, smelling much better and  all dressed up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while she was up there, I decided to have a little fun.  My water bowl is always STUCK to this little carpet on the floor.  I think mom does that so I won’t spill it.&lt;br /&gt;Let see if I can get it unstuck!!!!  OOPS, OH KNOW,  SHES COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know!!! I will hide the bowl under my butt and she will never notice!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’m in trouble???  She looks a little mad!!!, oh wait…. She is now laughing and she’s got that stupid camera again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess she’s not mad after all.  I think hiding the bowl worked.  She never even noticed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713517011189770994-5966475597732185763?l=cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5966475597732185763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-from-cazen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713517011189770994/posts/default/5966475597732185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713517011189770994/posts/default/5966475597732185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-from-cazen.html' title='Letter From Cazen'/><author><name>Tania Pulkowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787612558754988759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713517011189770994.post-2010023504825247945</id><published>2010-05-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:50:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 27, 2010  9 weeks 5 days old</title><content type='html'>Cazen has been with me for almost 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I am not only new to the Shiloh breed, but I am also new to owning any puppy.&amp;nbsp; The last dog in my family was when I was about 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I never considered myself a "dog person".&amp;nbsp; I mean, ugh... doggy kisses, YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Well, things do change.&amp;nbsp; I now cant wait to get home from work for that puppy breath doggy kiss!&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, a life changing move, getting a puppy.&amp;nbsp; My mornings, used to consist of a lazy 6a.m. wake up, down for a couple cups of coffee, read my emails and eventually move into 2nd gear for a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Now...&amp;nbsp; I am woken up anywhere from 4:45 a.m. - 5:30 a.m.. Not time for coffee, yet,&amp;nbsp;as we are right out the door for our early morning pee. Then, off for a little walk and play time around yard.&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, I get those staring eyes, saying "I'm Hungry".&amp;nbsp; First, we change the drinking water and add 8-10 drops of this stuff so she doesnt get Lyme disease. Then, I grab one of those lovely Stella and Chewy, 8 oz all raw, complete nutritional patties. No, I do not serve it on a bun, but she does like it broken up by hand into small little bite size peices.&amp;nbsp; Then she quietly sits and waits for me to say OK, Bon Apetite!&lt;br /&gt;I wash my hands and FINALLY go for the coffee!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, forgot, pee first (me)&lt;br /&gt;I take my coffee and run upstairs for a shower.&amp;nbsp; By the time I get back down, she has devoured her meal and is.... You got it, ready to go out and get rid of it!.&amp;nbsp; So out we go.&lt;br /&gt;After this outing is my favorite time.&amp;nbsp; We lay on the floor and play.&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned that I LOVE puppy kisses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5713517011189770994-2010023504825247945?l=cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2010023504825247945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-27-2010-9-weeks-5-days-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713517011189770994/posts/default/2010023504825247945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713517011189770994/posts/default/2010023504825247945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cazenmadeincanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-27-2010-9-weeks-5-days-old.html' title='May 27, 2010  9 weeks 5 days old'/><author><name>Tania Pulkowski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06787612558754988759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
