<?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-31049594</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:47:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is all about the adventures Honey has in agility at home and with her BIG brother, Joshua.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31049594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HoneyandJoshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601045605398266958</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-31049594.post-116519228833114231</id><published>2006-12-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:31:28.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Honey is sitting with her mom at the computer thinking about the past two days. She had such a wonderful time she can't think of where to start. With a sigh she diecides to finally get started and tell about her weekend. She begins to speek, "Well it all started out on Saturday. Mom works at the flea's market on the weekends and....."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    "Honey, it'c alled a Flea Market," Mom interupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   With a puzzled look she turns her head and asks," Why is it called that? I've looked all over that place and can't find a place to put my fleas to sell. I'm trying to get rid of them but no one seems to want to buy any right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Smiling and with a small sigh, Mom replies," I know, Honey. I can't get them to buy any of my stuff either. Maybe next weekend will be better. Oh, and by the way, I don't know why it's called a Flea Market either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Honey shruggs and continues with her story," Let's see where was I....Oh yeah, I was at the Flea's Market. It's always so much fun there I get to see all my friends and I get a bunch of treats becasue I'm cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "HONEY,"  Mom exclaimes," You know that's not why you get treats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It's not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "No, it's because you earn them by doing tricks and staying out of people's way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, well whatever the reason I get lots of treats!" Now, will please stop interuppting me, Mom? I'm trying to tell my story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling her eyes Honey goes on with the tale, "I guess I could tell you about my friends at the Flea's Market. First there is the man in the first booth, Tool Man. He's a nice guy. He talks to Mom but not much to me. Next to him is Uncle Waves. He always talks to me and when I wave at him he waves right back to me! He's fun! then on down the way there is the not so nice lady, Shrill Voice. She &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; talks to me. I can tell she's mean just by sniffing her. Her husband is "the dirty old man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom interupts with a fit of giggles," When did you learn language like that ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We;; that's what you call him isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Honey, Go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.  They have two kids with them all the time, Lazy Girl and Nice Boy. I'm not crazy about either one of them, but Nice Boy is okay. To finish up the booths next to the road is Walnut. I like her. She has a little doggy about like me that she brings every once and awhile. In the back where Mom is are the more funner people. On once side of Mom is Gentle Lady. I like her a lot, she always talks to me in a funny voice. Like Mom does when she is being silly. On the other side of Mom is Mr. Wobbles. Sometimes he deosn't walk to straight and smells funny too.  Then there is Betty Crocker and some other lady that I can't remember her name, becasue she is never there hardly. And on the end is Puzzle Lady and Tall Man. I like them both too. They laugh when I do cute things. " Honey pauses to take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm glad everyone knows about your friends but are you going to get on with your story about the weekend? Do I need to tell it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom. I can do it.  Anyway, we spent some time at hte Flea's Market and then we took a trip to Arby's! I've never had there food before. Mom talked to the people in teh box and then drove up to the window and got some food. She wouldn't let me look in the bag though. We drove in the car for a few more minutes and we went downtown. When we got there Mom made me put on my stupid Santa hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not stupid! You looked so so cute in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's stupid, Mom. I'm just glad you got that stupid picture  so I don't have to wear that stupid thing anymore! There were a lot of people there and I loved when they said how cute I was, beacuse I am very cute! We waited for a long time then I heard police cars singing. It was the Christmas Parade!  IT was so much fun watching the poeple go by and the horses! I love to smell horses ! After Santa passed by Mom and I walked around downtown to look in the windows. Then I saw the most wonderful thing! Mom called it a train! It went around and around. It would go and hide under a tunnel but it would always come back to see me! I could watch that thing go around and around all day long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe if you are good Santa will bring you one for Christmas," Mom said knowingly. "If you promice not to tear it up, we might think about getting you one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy!" Honey quivered with excitement. With a yawn and a stretch she jumped down off of Mom's lap and went into her crate. for a long snooze. Affectionantly Mom scratched her ears and said good night. Then Mom covered her up, closed the door, and said goodnight to her little Honey Bunches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31049594-116519228833114231?l=honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/feeds/116519228833114231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31049594&amp;postID=116519228833114231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31049594/posts/default/116519228833114231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31049594/posts/default/116519228833114231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>HoneyandJoshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601045605398266958</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31049594.post-115275878730990372</id><published>2006-07-12T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:46:27.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hi. My Name is Honey Bunches! This is my first Blog, so if I sound exicted I have a reason. Let me intorduce myself a little bit. I am a one and half year old Shih Tzu (yes, I know I'm a dog). I live in a house with lots of other people and four legged friends. Ther's Mom of course. And Grandma (but she likes to be called Diane), and then there's Jason. He likes me deep down inside, but he doesn't show it often. Also there is Dixie (a weenier dog), and the cats Cochise, Rewind, Hoss, and Puddin'. Mom's worried about Puddin' right now though. He's looking a little puny and we aren't sure if he is going to make it or not. He's just a little kitten. There are the goldfish too, but I can't remember there names.  Oh, yeah! I forgot Joshua. He's my big brother (well we didn't come from the same litter or the same breed, but I like him a lot and he is really big) He'll introduce himslef latter, right now he is outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight was so fun! I got to go play agility. I like to go do that. Mom didn't seem to like it to much tonight, but i think she was just tired. We got to play on a new peice of equipment, the teeter.  I like anything that I can walk on. The big dog walk is my favorite, then comes the tunnel. I hate the weeve poles though. I just don't know why I have to go in and out, in and out.  It's so boring! But Mom says I have to do it so I do it. Then after class Mom was talking to Aunt Ann and she put me in the car.  I didn't like that at all. She tied me to the arm rest of the car and thought that I would stay in teh car, but I learned how to jump out of windows! Joshua tought me one day when we were paying the electric bill with Mom, she wasn't very happy about that either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We;; it's getting kinda late and I'm worn out from all that running and jumping tonight. I think I'll go and sleep for a little bit, then I'll wake everyone up barking at about two in teh morning.  They always liek that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31049594-115275878730990372?l=honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/feeds/115275878730990372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31049594&amp;postID=115275878730990372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31049594/posts/default/115275878730990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31049594/posts/default/115275878730990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyandjoshua.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome To My World'/><author><name>HoneyandJoshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601045605398266958</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>
