<?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-1978031897256745017</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:21:28.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugsy's Babble</title><subtitle type='html'>My life as I see it.  In other words, comments on my kingdom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-6598732850597587863</id><published>2008-01-10T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:25:52.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Serious Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Zrh-b_ZaI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Vc8_BcqHMc/s1600-h/mertens+pics+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153925055012365730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Zrh-b_ZaI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Vc8_BcqHMc/s320/mertens+pics+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt;**DISCLAIMER** - This post is not meant to inflame anyone or start any arguments. Any inflammatory comments left to me will not be replied to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;Me and Zeus have our serious faces on cause we got something really important to talk to you about today. We are scared about PETA. Their name stands for "People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals". But, most people don't have any idea what they really stand for and what they are really all about. PETA's main objective is to end all ownership of animals. No farms, no zoos, no animal sanctuaries, no leather, no more milk or meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;In a PETA shelter in Virginia, almost all of the animals were euthanized! Very few were adopted out. They claim the animals are too far gone to be rehabilitated. Now, my Momma rescued my brother Zeus from some people who wanted to euthanize him and thought he was too far gone too. Good thing my Momma and Daddy didn't think so or I wouldn't have my big brother. In short, PETA killed &lt;strong&gt;97.3% &lt;/strong&gt;of all the animals they took in!! &lt;a href="http://prnewswire.com/cgi-bin/stories.pl?ACCT=104&amp;amp;STORY=/www/story/01-10-2008/0004734363&amp;amp;EDATE"&gt;http://prnewswire.com/cgi-bin/stories.pl?ACCT=104&amp;amp;STORY=/www/story/01-10-2008/0004734363&amp;amp;EDATE&lt;/a&gt;= Of course this is not including the animals that were returned to their owners. This was in 2006. They were slow in releasing their numbers to the Department of Agriculture. In 2005 they also killed over 90% of the animals they took in! &lt;a href="http://www.virginia.gov/vdacs_ar/cgi-bin/Vdacs_search.cgi?link_select=facility&amp;amp;form=fac_select&amp;amp;fac_num=157&amp;amp;year=2006"&gt;http://www.virginia.gov/vdacs_ar/cgi-bin/Vdacs_search.cgi?link_select=facility&amp;amp;form=fac_select&amp;amp;fac_num=157&amp;amp;year=2006&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it!! All those doggies and kitties who could have been my friends! What are they thinking? I thought they were supposed to like animals!?!? My Momma says that what they want people to think so nobody finds out the truth about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;My Momma about had a fit at Christmas when she got address labels in the mail from PETA. She said some really bad words and said was going to mail them back to PETA with some of my homemade organic compost not really what she called it) on them!! Daddy laughed at her and told her to calm down and just throw them away. Poor Momma gets pretty worked up sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;This is PETA's response to questions asked about their high kill rate. &lt;a href="http://www.petakillsanimals.com/petarebuttal.cfm"&gt;http://www.petakillsanimals.com/petarebuttal.cfm&lt;/a&gt; . Did you know they were also on trial for killing a bunch of animals and putting them in a dumpster? &lt;a href="http://www.petakillsanimals.com/Trial.cfm"&gt;http://www.petakillsanimals.com/Trial.cfm&lt;/a&gt; Momma is just so sad about all this and so am I and so is Zeus. Poor Zeus almost met the fate of some of these animals. How sad that the general public thinks PETA is there to help animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;There are so many people out there like my Momma and Daddy who love animals and only want to do what's best for them. Unfortunately PETA is not among those people. My Momma said they are responsible for funding domestic terrorists and burning down buildings! &lt;a href="http://www.activistcash.com/organization_overview.cfm/oid/21"&gt;http://www.activistcash.com/organization_overview.cfm/oid/21&lt;/a&gt; She really goes on about this issue. Poor Momma should settle down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;Well, I hope you learn something from this and pass it on to everyone elese you know who loves animals. Make sure you give all your furbabies big kisses and cuddles tonight and be thankful they didn't wind up in a PETA shelter. They wouldn't be with you right now if they had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id256"&gt;I know alot of people want to help animals and that's great. If that is the case, your money and time are best spent going to your LOCAL shelter. You can be sure that all donations stay right there. It is also a good place to bring your old blankets and pillows. I know that animals really appreciate them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;As for me and Zeus, we are going to go look out the window and bark at the snowflakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;Until next time, keep your tail wagging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-6598732850597587863?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6598732850597587863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=6598732850597587863' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/6598732850597587863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/6598732850597587863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-seious-topic.html' title='Very Serious Topic'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Zrh-b_ZaI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Vc8_BcqHMc/s72-c/mertens+pics+208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-7239589639598143895</id><published>2008-01-01T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:33:13.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R3ouUeb_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xHUlDBLBk10/s1600-h/mertens+pics+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150480053154309490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R3ouUeb_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xHUlDBLBk10/s320/mertens+pics+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi everyone! It has been a long time since my Momma has had time to give you all an update.&lt;br /&gt;I am now almost 19 months old! Can you believe it? I am about as big as I am going to get (Momma says thank goodness!). I am 24 1/2" tall and 65 pounds. I am still at the top of the standard for a Boxer. It really bothers me when people say they think I should be bigger and that Boxers are supposed to be bigger! Don't they know anything? Don't they know that some unscrupulous breeders make us oversized? This is the size we should be and if any breeder tells you different, they are wrong! &lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/breeds/boxer/index.cfm"&gt;http://www.akc.org/breeds/boxer/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt; . Also, as long as I am on this subject, have any of you heard of the Rare Black Boxer or the Rare White Boxer? Well, there is no such thing!! My Momma saw on the Internet that someone was trying to sell rare White Boxers and rare Black Boxers! She was so mad and she went on a rant about it until Daddy rolled his eyes at her. Momma also saw on the Internet that someone was saying there a rare tricolored Boxer! She didn't even mention that one to Daddy. Momma gets a little carried away sometimes. She only does 'cause she loves me and all the other Boxers. Just so everyone knows, Boxers are only Fawn and Brindle! Ok, enough about that. I just had to tell you all what is bugging my Momma lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk to you all soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-7239589639598143895?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7239589639598143895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=7239589639598143895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/7239589639598143895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/7239589639598143895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no Blog!'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R3ouUeb_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xHUlDBLBk10/s72-c/mertens+pics+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-5360701421250397501</id><published>2007-03-03T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:13:28.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get enough attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/Reny-c7FSsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75PWR_cEL-I/s1600-h/2007_0226Office0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037824812920425154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/Reny-c7FSsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75PWR_cEL-I/s320/2007_0226Office0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My momma doesn't pay enough attention to me at the office. I whine and she tells me to lay down. I don't like it and I let her know the other day. She was doing some boring work and i wanted to play with her. She told me to be quiet and stop whining. Doesn't she know I whine to make her pay attention to me? Even if she gets mad, she is still paying attention to me right? Anyway, I decided to really get her attention. I put my foot in my water dish and flipped it over all over the floor in her office. It was so much fun!! She got the funny look on her face and said, "Bgusy! What did you do?". I wagged my little nub at her and I know I saw her smile a little bit! I looked real innocent at her like it was an accident, but I don't think she bought it. She said I was a lucky dog and I could be at home in the crate all day like most dogs. She said I was spoiled too. Momma was talking crazy! It was just a little water. Sheesh Momma, if you would have played with me right away none of this would have happened. Momma said it's time to go back to NILF for me. Whatever that means and she started reading this article &lt;a href="http://k9deb.com/nilif.htm"&gt;http://k9deb.com/nilif.htm&lt;/a&gt;. Silly Momma has it in her head that she should be the one deciding when we play. Oh well, if it makes her happy I will go along with it because she is a good Momma and always takes care of me. After I spilled the water Momma took some pictures of me and told me to lay downa nd be a good boy. So, I did but I wasn't happy about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma played with me later, but first I had to give her a sit and a down. Silly Momma! I would have done that in the first place if she just would have played! Momma is going to take me to play in the snow on a little while and I can't wait!! We have lots of fresh snow and I get to run around in it! Should be fun! Talk to you all later!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-5360701421250397501?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5360701421250397501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=5360701421250397501' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5360701421250397501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5360701421250397501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-get-enough-attention.html' title='I don&apos;t get enough attention'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/Reny-c7FSsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75PWR_cEL-I/s72-c/2007_0226Office0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-4090414137197379468</id><published>2007-02-28T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:15:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News all around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/ReXwriBv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vt2h5wQgJiE/s1600-h/2007_0217Playdate0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036696388942942610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/ReXwriBv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vt2h5wQgJiE/s320/2007_0217Playdate0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go back to the doctor and get my skin scraped again. I didn't like it, but the good news is I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Demodex&lt;/span&gt; anymore!! Thank goodness, 'cause that medicine tasted really, really bad!! Momma was so happy and Rachel will kiss my head again. I weighed 55.5 pounds and Momma says I am growing into my legs whatever that means. When we were at the vet Sandra (my Doctor) told me and Momma and Rachel about a little kitty her dogs found in her yard that was frozen to the ground! Poor kitty. Sandra was doing everything she could to save the kitty. Momma talked to Sandra the next day and the kitty died in his sleep. Sandra felt so bad for the poor kitty. Momma told me and Rachel that the poor kitty died peacefully and is playing right now over someplace called the Rainbow Bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a Valentine card from my Dog Mom. She invited me and Momma over to play with her and 2 of my brothers. I was so excited!! We went to play on Saturday morning and my Dog mom didn't remember me at first because she jumped on me and growled. I ran and hid behind my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; legs for a few minutes while all the dogs were sniffing me. After a while we went outside and got to run all over the place! It was so much fun! When we went back in the house me and my brother Tyson got in a fight over a toy and Momma took the toy and put it up where no one could get it. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, because we all forgot about it a few minutes later anyway. All in all it was a good time. When we came home I heard Momma talking to Daddy and saying that I needed some more socialization with other dogs. She said I am very well socialized around people, but the only dogs I am good around are my brother Zeus and my friend Belle. She was telling Daddy how important dog socialization is right now so when I get older I will be secure and trustworthy. She talked about the need to read my body language and the body language of other dogs so she could head off problems before they happened. She talked about this thing called an article that she was going to look into. &lt;a href="http://www.flyingdogpress.com/sayhi.html"&gt;http://www.flyingdogpress.com/sayhi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care, I just want to play and be a good boy. I also don't want to have to worry about Momma around other dogs because I want them to stay away from her. Oh well, I am still young and just learning. I can't wait to go to my Dog Mom's' house again to play with her and Tyson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to go to the store after work today and buy some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Canidae&lt;/span&gt; for me and get a present for my brother Zeus because it is his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; today!! He is 6 years old!! I can't imagine being that old. I hope I can still play like he does when I am old like that. I wonder what we are going to get him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have to go take a nap now so I have energy to play with Daddy and Rachel and Matt and Zeus and the Kitties when I get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-4090414137197379468?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4090414137197379468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=4090414137197379468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/4090414137197379468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/4090414137197379468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-news-all-around.html' title='Good News all around!'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/ReXwriBv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vt2h5wQgJiE/s72-c/2007_0217Playdate0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-3546037311070642288</id><published>2007-02-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:40:27.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/RceVwt5R-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M9XoY_SBvDM/s1600-h/bugsysmomdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028152173168556194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/RceVwt5R-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M9XoY_SBvDM/s320/bugsysmomdvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday when Momma was getting ready for work I jumped on the stove and knocked down Daddy's best pie plate. It was really old and he was so mad at me. He still gave me treats and stuff, but he told me I better not jump on the stove anymore or I would be living in the garage. On Saturday my Daddy spent a long time making home made doggie cookies for me and Zeus. They were soooooo good! I waited until Momma and Daddy walked away and I jumped right on the table and ate all of them! Daddy didn't say anything about the table. I saw Momma coming and I took off running! Daddy caught me and put me in my crate and made me lie down. He told Momma she couldn't look at me and he put a blanket over the crate. I laid down and went to sleep. When I woke up it was bedtime so I just got to go potty and them right to bed with Rachel. In the night time I snuck out of Rachel's room and pooped on the carpet in front of the TV. Daddy was so mad at me. Momma says I am hitting my teenage phase right now, whatever that means and Daddy needs to be extra patient. I know Matt and Rachel are teenagers too but I think Daddy is using all his patience on them and there is none left for me. Momma went shopping at a special store and found anew pie plate and she was mad because she had to pay so much money for it. I think it's fun being bad.  It's hard ot be good because there is nothing to do because it is so cold.  I fI go outside for more  acouple minutes my paws freeze and I hop around on 3 legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends Thor and Ivette's Grammie made me into a ganster because I am so bad.  Don't I look cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I better go see what kind of trouble I can get into next.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-3546037311070642288?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3546037311070642288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=3546037311070642288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/3546037311070642288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/3546037311070642288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-trouble.html' title='Big Trouble'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/RceVwt5R-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M9XoY_SBvDM/s72-c/bugsysmomdvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-5413909411173525360</id><published>2007-02-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:14:31.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My winter so far</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been kind of a rough winter.  On December 13th I had to go to the vet.  I had a bald spot on my head that Momma was worried about.  The vet scraped my head in a couple spots and it really hurt but I was a good boy.  The vet said I had Demodectic Mange.  This article explains what Demodectic Mange is and what it is caused by, &lt;a href="http://www.marvistavet.com/html/body_demodectic_mange.html"&gt;http://www.marvistavet.com/html/body_demodectic_mange.html&lt;/a&gt;  The vet put me on Ivermectin for 60 days!  Momma was really not happy about the medicine, but she does want me to get better.  I only have a few more days left and I will go back and have to get my head scraped again!  Good thing I love my vet and all the other girls there.  The medicine tastes icky but Daddy gives it to me every morning with a special treat so I eat it all up.  The guys at Momma's work were teasing me bout me head.  Silly guys!&lt;br /&gt;Momma and Daddy took matt and Rachel to New York to see my auntie and uncle  and cousins.  I had to go to the kennel.  Momma kept calling it camp but I knew better.  I had a really hard time there and I peed all over my crate and I wouldn't eat.  Zeus actually LIKES it there and I couldn't even be in the same kennel as him!  I was so happy to see Momma when she came to pick me up.  She was a day late because the plane couldn't fly out of New York!  All the guys at work missed me and my favorite buddy Paul brought me all kinds of leftover turkey and other good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;It is so cold in MN right now.  I go outside and my paws freeze!!  I have to hurry and pee because I hop around on the snow.  Momma needs to get me some boots or something.  Daddy told Momma this morning it was -38 degrees with the wind chill!  I don't know what that means, but Momma wouldn't take me out to run errands with her.  When she left with Rachel I jumped at the window to look for her and Daddy told me no.  I will miss her but I like helping Daddy cook more!&lt;br /&gt;Momma keeps saying she has something called Cabin Fever and she can't wait until we can go to the cabin again.  She is putting all kinds of stuff in boxes and bags in the basement to take to the cabin.  Momma, it is only February!!  Oh well, as long as it makes her happy to do it I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I have to figure out how to do Dogs with Blogs so I can talk to other friends.  Until next time, everybody stay warm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-5413909411173525360?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5413909411173525360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=5413909411173525360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5413909411173525360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5413909411173525360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-winter-so-far.html' title='My winter so far'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-5850700046842306779</id><published>2006-12-19T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:08:47.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a good day!</title><content type='html'>I actually got to be left by myself with no supervision for about 10 minutes this morning when Momma brought Matt and Rachel to early morning basketball practice.  Daddy was still sleeping because he is sick.  I was at the door when Momma left and I was still at the door when she came back.  I was starting to think she went to work without me.  She didn't and she told me what a good boy I was for not messing up the house.  Only after she ran around the house looking for something I might have gotten into.  Silly Momma!!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite guy Momma works with brings me steak all the time!!  It is sooo good and Momma breaks off little pieces and feeds them to me all day.  I cry and whine for her to give me more but she has to do her stupid work all the time and she just ignores me so I go lay on my big puppy and sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch we got to go to the bank and I got to go to inside.  All the girls at the bank gave me treats and hugs and told me how big I have gotten and how beautiful and nice I am.  I am such a lucky little Boxer!!  &lt;br /&gt;Momma is going to be up late because Matt has a basketball game far away and he won't be home until really late.  Daddy is sick so he will probably be sleeping.  Me and Momma and Rachel will hang out and maybe watch Animal Planet together.&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow is as fun as today was!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-5850700046842306779?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5850700046842306779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=5850700046842306779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5850700046842306779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/5850700046842306779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today was a good day!'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-6380565204150546097</id><published>2006-12-18T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:51:20.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma is Stressed!!</title><content type='html'>I really need help.  Momma is over the top stressed out and Daddy is ready to throw her out!!!  On Sunday morning Daddy made homemade blueberry pancakes for breakfast and he made one special just for me.  Momma had to go and ruin it by putting the nasty Ivermectin in it.  She put it on the floor for me and turned around to do dishes.  She turned back around and Zeus was licking my plate.  Daddy already gave him his pancakes but he took mine away from me too.  I didn't really care, but Momma lost her mind.  She was panicked about Zeus getting my medicine.  She called Sandra right away to aske if I needed to be redosed and if it would hurt Zeus to have my medicine.  She was really mad because she didn't know if I got he medicine or if Zeus got it.  Silly Momma.  The vet told her not to worry about it and that is Zeus got it  he would be just fine.  Well, she made Daddy go tot the store and buy some canned dog food (she wouldn't let me have another pancake) and gave me more icky medicine.  She made sure I ate it this time!  Momma is also worried about getting all the correct instructions typed up for when we go to Doggie Camp.  She says me and Zeus can't be in the same kennel becasue I would be too much for him.  We get to stay in Sandra's house in crates anyway becasue we are so special.  I hope the other dogs at camp don't feel jealous about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Momma left me FOR THE WHOLE DAY to take Rachel to her basketball tournament.  That's OK though because I got to go in Daddy's truck with him and we got to hang out.   She came home tired and crabby and started talking about everything she had to do and how there was no time to do it.  DAddy just rolls his eyes at her and tells her to relax because it will all get done.  It's a good thing Momma has Daddy and me to make her calm down.  I think she is scared about leaving me because I am still just a baby and she has never left me before.  She is scared about leaving Zeus because he hates to be away from Daddy.  We are really spolied especially Zeus!!  He gets to have all the good food and I get jealous.  Daddy gives him yummy meat and veggies and stuff momma won't let me have.  That's OK becasue we just wait until Momma isn't around and Daddy lets me have sutff too!  Daddy says not to tell her becacsue she gets too upset if someone messes with her schedule.  He doe sthe same thing for Matt and Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Momma alot, but she needs to relax.  If anyone has any ideas to help Momma relax, please let me know and I will tell her.  Yesterday she threw a fit because one of the rechargable batteries for her camera didn't work.  CALM DOWN MOMMA!!!  You still got me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-6380565204150546097?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6380565204150546097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=6380565204150546097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/6380565204150546097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/6380565204150546097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2006/12/momma-is-stressed.html' title='Momma is Stressed!!'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-8527044612713735233</id><published>2006-12-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:33:52.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged by Waylon</title><content type='html'>Well, I got tagged by my buddy Waylon so now i have to tell 6 silly things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I will put my little brindle butt on anything.  I get to sit on Zeus and the guys feet in the office.  They always think I am going to pee on them, but I don't even lift my leg yet.  Silly human boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I am in love with a gorgeous Brindle girl named Hanna Banana.  She lives really far away from me, but every time I see her picture I go crazy.  She is kinda out of my league though because technically she is German and those German babes are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I think I am a king.  My momma treats me like a little prince and daddy thinks I am the bomb.  I am horribly spolied, but I figure I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I also whine about everything.  I keep hoping momma will just give in to me and let me have what I want, but most of the time she doesn't.  Once in a while though she will give in so the whining is worth it.  I have momma wrapped around my paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  I want a white Boxer little brother.  Daddy says no more dogs because we don't have any room.  I think we would have plenty of room if we didn't have those cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  I love cat food.  It makes me fart really good and poop alot, but there is something about the cat food that I just can't resist.  Sometimes momma isn't quick enough to pick up the dish off the floor and I can get a really good mouthful.  Silly momma, she can't outrun me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-8527044612713735233?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8527044612713735233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=8527044612713735233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/8527044612713735233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/8527044612713735233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-tagged-by-waylon.html' title='I got Tagged by Waylon'/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978031897256745017.post-347389674134740962</id><published>2006-12-14T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:42:58.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the holidays are on their way and I gotta tell you I am not too happy about it.  All the lights and decorations in people's yards scare the poo out of me.  I feel the need to bark at every little thing I see and all Momma does is laugh at me and call me silly.  I am not silly, I am trying to protect her from the massive inflatable Frosty the neighbor has in his yard!!  Momma is the silly one.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I have no holiday spirit is because Daddy thought it would be a good idea to go to New York and see Auntie Julie.  They are all leaving me and Zeus for a whole week!!  We have to go to the kennel.  At least I like the kennel because my nice vet Sandra (Daddy's cousin) will be there every day with me and she has 3 little skin kids to play with and jump on.  Momma will have to teach me not jump all over again when she gets home.  It will serve her right for leaving me. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go see Sandra yesterday and Momma found out I have Demodectic Mange and I have to have medicine now.  Momma is also using supplements to build up my immune system.  Stupid vaccinations.  Momma is very sad and worried about leaving me, because she has never been away from me for more than a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;I am a very lucky dog because I get to go to work with Momma every day.  All the guys she works with love me and give me treats behind her back.  One of the guys brought me a steak yesterday.  I love him now!!  Momma works all morning and I sleep in my crate.  At lunchtime we get to go for a walk and play with all the guys.  Sometimes I get pretty restless in the afternoon because I want to go home and play with Zeus and Rachel and Daddy.  Matt will play with me sometimes too, but he is waiting until I am bigger and play better like Zeus.  Momma tells Matt to play with me and be with me more, but he cuddles me when she isn't looking.  Silly Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today.  I will let you all know when something exciting happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1978031897256745017-347389674134740962?l=bugsysbabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/feeds/347389674134740962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1978031897256745017&amp;postID=347389674134740962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/347389674134740962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1978031897256745017/posts/default/347389674134740962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysbabble.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-holidays-are-on-their-way-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bugsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381579948834417211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpBfU-vA88c/R4Z33ub_ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/ddGN1r9oOro/S220/mertens+pics+051.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
