<?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-22273246</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:58:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tank the Dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-6451201307692037377</id><published>2010-08-04T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:49:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Seat in the House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TFmL_9IpQxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YjiQuSi0IlI/s1600/IMG_5082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TFmL_9IpQxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YjiQuSi0IlI/s320/IMG_5082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501582350668612370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of Daddy's butt and legs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This is for my stalkers. You know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-6451201307692037377?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6451201307692037377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=6451201307692037377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/6451201307692037377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/6451201307692037377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-seat-in-house.html' title='Best Seat in the House!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TFmL_9IpQxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YjiQuSi0IlI/s72-c/IMG_5082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2136753096232206541</id><published>2010-07-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:29:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noopers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESLbJaboSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bbhO5yr1OaQ/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESLbJaboSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bbhO5yr1OaQ/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495670743798358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I sometimes sleep at night--right in between Mommy and Daddy on my back. But then later on, I usually move towards the foot of the bed. Speaking of feet, if you accidentally hit me with your feet in the middle of the night, I will bite your toe! That's no lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2136753096232206541?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2136753096232206541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2136753096232206541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2136753096232206541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2136753096232206541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/noopers.html' title='Noopers!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESLbJaboSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bbhO5yr1OaQ/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-1242389424844418633</id><published>2010-07-19T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:26:03.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESKpoC3ClI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DUW12SUmksU/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESKpoC3ClI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DUW12SUmksU/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495669893027531346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very cool Auntie Lora and Uncle Jim got me this awesome new toy! It's a tug o war boney! And me and Daddy play it every night when he gets home from work. Of course, I win all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-1242389424844418633?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1242389424844418633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=1242389424844418633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/1242389424844418633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/1242389424844418633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/TESKpoC3ClI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DUW12SUmksU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-3451259901764321082</id><published>2010-02-26T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:55:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCELLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/S4g1MgJutBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ykgIG78e7Q4/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/S4g1MgJutBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ykgIG78e7Q4/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442658638582690834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last log-in to MySpace was two years ago! Sooo not worth it. And I'm not on Facebook or Twitter neither. It cuts into my tanning time. And my licking my paws time. And my chewing socks time. In general, it cuts into all my leisure activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-3451259901764321082?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3451259901764321082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=3451259901764321082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3451259901764321082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3451259901764321082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2010/02/cancelled.html' title='CANCELLED'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/S4g1MgJutBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ykgIG78e7Q4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2540080194893800366</id><published>2009-09-27T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:42:04.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Sr_qNJjVchI/AAAAAAAAAEo/N-E6_997Ek4/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Sr_qNJjVchI/AAAAAAAAAEo/N-E6_997Ek4/s320/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386281190981726738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're done giving me a tummy rub? I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2540080194893800366?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2540080194893800366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2540080194893800366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2540080194893800366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2540080194893800366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2009/09/um.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Sr_qNJjVchI/AAAAAAAAAEo/N-E6_997Ek4/s72-c/Picture+21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-6857296033505297709</id><published>2009-08-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:15:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Low Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV-iXTWjuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7V0Ig0g0T94/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV-iXTWjuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7V0Ig0g0T94/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369837259545022178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few months ago, I got some new shots at the vet one morning. Then I went about my day eating and sniffing everything in sight. I really live by the motto, "Try Everything." Anyways, later that night, around midnight, Mommy noticed me rolling on the floor face first. When she picked me up she saw my entire face was swelling up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got in the car and Mommy raced to the animal emergency room while Daddy held me down. In his margarita haze, Daddy said I was "fine" but my nose was swelling up real fast. Finally, we got there and they put me on a Benadryl IV drip. Mommy and Daddy waited for a few hours and then they were able to take me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, the swelling was down about 50 percent but I was still so groggy from the Benadryl IV. Of course, Mommy had to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't sure if it was the shots that made me break out or if it was something I ate. I prefer to think it's the former. I can't NOT sniff or eat everything! What fun would that be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-6857296033505297709?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6857296033505297709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=6857296033505297709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/6857296033505297709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/6857296033505297709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-low-point.html' title='My Low Point'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV-iXTWjuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7V0Ig0g0T94/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2840238452096332225</id><published>2009-08-14T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:05:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Tie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV9LNHkuQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E88uy-bnZ9M/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV9LNHkuQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E88uy-bnZ9M/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369835762162645250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so nearly nine months later I'm posting my bow tie pic but don't I look debonair? Too bad Uncle Blake totally broke it a few months ago. Booo. But I'll get another one soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2840238452096332225?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2840238452096332225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2840238452096332225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2840238452096332225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2840238452096332225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bow-tie.html' title='Bow Tie!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SoV9LNHkuQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E88uy-bnZ9M/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-992115282563835259</id><published>2008-12-27T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:09:52.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did on Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVanq336pvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xC0Q7gHID6o/s1600-h/photo+17-04-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVanq336pvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xC0Q7gHID6o/s320/photo+17-04-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284595567760680690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with my cousins Emmit and Camille playing the new Rockband for Wii. I sat on Emmit's lap the entire time he played the drums and I even wore the silly glasses that all the band members had to wear. It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was real tired from playing with my other cousin, Bella. She is a piece of work! She was trying to play with me and all I wanted to do was just eat some bacon. We finally got along later when we were allowed to sit on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm enjoying my last day in Oakland. Mommy and Daddy got me a bow tie for New Year's Eve so that will be my next picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-992115282563835259?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/992115282563835259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=992115282563835259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/992115282563835259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/992115282563835259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-did-on-christmas-day.html' title='What I Did on Christmas Day'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVanq336pvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xC0Q7gHID6o/s72-c/photo+17-04-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-511908938872559913</id><published>2008-12-22T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:31:17.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Card 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVAjQMATOYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6sE8nRs7_T0/s1600-h/n534216957_1267182_6013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVAjQMATOYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6sE8nRs7_T0/s320/n534216957_1267182_6013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282761123912956290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-511908938872559913?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/511908938872559913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=511908938872559913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/511908938872559913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/511908938872559913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-card-2008.html' title='Xmas Card 2008'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SVAjQMATOYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6sE8nRs7_T0/s72-c/n534216957_1267182_6013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-263373935501732493</id><published>2008-12-22T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:15:49.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SU_ZPGMCgRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-bapogjb60/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SU_ZPGMCgRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-bapogjb60/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282679741311254802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-263373935501732493?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/263373935501732493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=263373935501732493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/263373935501732493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/263373935501732493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-do-rain.html' title='I don&apos;t do rain.'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SU_ZPGMCgRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/d-bapogjb60/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-3688847593993536381</id><published>2008-12-17T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:56:54.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SUk9XyNGRhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4yROFVQBzyY/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SUk9XyNGRhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4yROFVQBzyY/s320/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819516891612690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy put me in a silly reindeer hat for some Xmas pictures. I was a good sport for it all. It is the holiday season. And my BIRTHDAY! I turn 4 on Xmas Eve and I've been a very good boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-3688847593993536381?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3688847593993536381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=3688847593993536381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3688847593993536381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3688847593993536381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SUk9XyNGRhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4yROFVQBzyY/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-5571156507442928026</id><published>2008-11-20T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:25:18.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels Good, I Swear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SSYqGeyJVFI/AAAAAAAAADs/pH0jCeqTcdQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SSYqGeyJVFI/AAAAAAAAADs/pH0jCeqTcdQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270946704714716242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-5571156507442928026?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5571156507442928026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=5571156507442928026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5571156507442928026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5571156507442928026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-feels-good-i-swear.html' title='It Feels Good, I Swear'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SSYqGeyJVFI/AAAAAAAAADs/pH0jCeqTcdQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-3017163145489405951</id><published>2008-08-05T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:53:17.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawning or Just Hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SJivpWytzXI/AAAAAAAAACg/8C1k-Ha1ZZs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SJivpWytzXI/AAAAAAAAACg/8C1k-Ha1ZZs/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231124092218625394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's both! I was sitting in the front seat sweating and Mommy had on the AC which felt so good. But it also made me a little tired. She snapped this picture of me in the midst of a yawn and it's kind of awesome. That's why I love that lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-3017163145489405951?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3017163145489405951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=3017163145489405951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3017163145489405951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/3017163145489405951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/yawning-or-just-hot.html' title='Yawning or Just Hot?'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SJivpWytzXI/AAAAAAAAACg/8C1k-Ha1ZZs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-4101609319868496715</id><published>2008-06-24T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:12:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Harness for Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SGFVES_mh8I/AAAAAAAAACY/iC75bY-Htgo/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SGFVES_mh8I/AAAAAAAAACY/iC75bY-Htgo/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215543375778187202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said it was time for a new harness so she picked up this green one. I am not too crazy about it since it's a bit tight (I gained weight) and it's so bright. I liked my classic black one. But it's a nice change for summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-4101609319868496715?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4101609319868496715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=4101609319868496715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/4101609319868496715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/4101609319868496715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-harness-for-summer.html' title='New Harness for Summer'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SGFVES_mh8I/AAAAAAAAACY/iC75bY-Htgo/s72-c/IMG_0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-7943476573235623512</id><published>2008-04-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:51:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SALwbE9HapI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IkIesV6uxTk/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SALwbE9HapI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IkIesV6uxTk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974068661447314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, NOT funny. What is Daddy trying to do? Make me look like K-Fed? Mommy has been on another road trip. She needs to come home NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-7943476573235623512?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7943476573235623512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=7943476573235623512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/7943476573235623512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/7943476573235623512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddys-hat.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Hat'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/SALwbE9HapI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IkIesV6uxTk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2659764261741858992</id><published>2008-03-10T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:26:59.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Not Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R9WZc811nnI/AAAAAAAAACI/N0SrMlJZcG8/s1600-h/tankntank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R9WZc811nnI/AAAAAAAAACI/N0SrMlJZcG8/s320/tankntank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176212069379579506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Mommy goes to the Pasadena Flea Market at the Rose Bowl and instead of bringing me with her (she said No pets were allowed) and instead of buying me something to eat or a shiny new harness which I need desperately as my old one is dirty and hairy, she bought this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank in Cement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to knock this guy over but it turns out he weighs more than me. (I am currently at my fighting weight of 26 pounds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 could have been spent much better like on Buddy Biscuits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Mommy ever learn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2659764261741858992?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2659764261741858992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2659764261741858992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2659764261741858992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2659764261741858992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-not-funny.html' title='This is Not Funny'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R9WZc811nnI/AAAAAAAAACI/N0SrMlJZcG8/s72-c/tankntank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2514435388457012096</id><published>2008-01-15T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:48:25.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How I Sleep, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R42aXtdagpI/AAAAAAAAACA/-UR8JvNENDY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R42aXtdagpI/AAAAAAAAACA/-UR8JvNENDY/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155946880539722386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know how I sleep--&lt;a href="http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/04/couch-potato.html"&gt;on the backs of the sofa cushions&lt;/a&gt;--but this is something else that I do from time to time....go ahead, laugh at me. i even admit it's very silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2514435388457012096?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2514435388457012096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2514435388457012096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2514435388457012096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2514435388457012096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-how-i-sleep-part-two.html' title='This is How I Sleep, Part Two'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R42aXtdagpI/AAAAAAAAACA/-UR8JvNENDY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2228268789493324805</id><published>2007-12-19T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:16:44.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Here is the official pic from the virtual Christmas card that Mommy is sending out to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nPyNdagmI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Vx1KJppxyc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nPyNdagmI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Vx1KJppxyc/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145872510760944226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some outtakes. It took MANY treats to get me to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nQAtdagnI/AAAAAAAAABw/K6bufhYWUFU/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nQAtdagnI/AAAAAAAAABw/K6bufhYWUFU/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145872759869047410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nQINdagoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CWNPwgL52xY/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nQINdagoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CWNPwgL52xY/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145872888718066306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2228268789493324805?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2228268789493324805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2228268789493324805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2228268789493324805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2228268789493324805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/R2nPyNdagmI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Vx1KJppxyc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-4250573201542986061</id><published>2007-10-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:13:24.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallo-oui-een!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RyeQUyaAIFI/AAAAAAAAABg/cWTPfDd8ASQ/s1600-h/tank_sailor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RyeQUyaAIFI/AAAAAAAAABg/cWTPfDd8ASQ/s320/tank_sailor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127225387587215442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy put me in this ridiculous outfit this year and I am sure to get laughed at by all my friends. I don't know if I am a sailor boy or a merchant marine or a french male prostitute. Whatever, it's all pretty humiliating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-4250573201542986061?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4250573201542986061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=4250573201542986061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/4250573201542986061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/4250573201542986061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-hallo-oui-een.html' title='Happy Hallo-oui-een!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RyeQUyaAIFI/AAAAAAAAABg/cWTPfDd8ASQ/s72-c/tank_sailor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-5561913382195400162</id><published>2007-10-08T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:41:57.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Biscuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RwpryYuCCjI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSrtunv7U98/s1600-h/wetbiscuit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RwpryYuCCjI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSrtunv7U98/s320/wetbiscuit.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119022439833143858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is still sad about &lt;a href="http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-well-miss-you.html"&gt;losing Pumpkin&lt;/a&gt; so I decided I needed to make her laugh. This is why I am posting this picture of me in a raincoat. The other weekend it rained really hard in Los Angeles, which is funny because it never rains here. Mommy and Daddy were all giddy about the rain because they like it but I hate it. I hate it even more when Mommy puts me in a raincoat or any coat for that matter. The only way they got me to get it on was with a massive bribery of treats. Since Daddy decided that my new nickname is going to be Biscuit, he called me Wet Biscuit the whole weekend. Not funny at all. But maybe funny now for Mommy and Grandpa who need some laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-5561913382195400162?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5561913382195400162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=5561913382195400162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5561913382195400162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5561913382195400162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/wet-biscuit.html' title='Wet Biscuit'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RwpryYuCCjI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSrtunv7U98/s72-c/wetbiscuit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-2399373129682780485</id><published>2007-10-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:21:32.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin, We'll Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Rwkt74uCChI/AAAAAAAAABM/-k_J2y99E74/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Rwkt74uCChI/AAAAAAAAABM/-k_J2y99E74/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118672958344268306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pumpkin. He was Grandpa's cat that lived back in New Jersey. Mommy told me she gave Pumpkin his name. Her and Grandpa had a real hard time naming him, so hard that he went unnamed for the first week he lived with them. But then Mommy spied some pumpkin pudding and it looked the same color as Pumpkin. &lt;p&gt;I met him once and he was very nice to me. In fact, he was the nicest cat to everyone. He loved when people pet him and he loved to lay out in the sun. Here he is lying out on some papers on the kitchen table. He was obviously very special because Mommy would never let &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; or Daddy on the kitchen table.&lt;p&gt;Pumpkin was also Grandpa's best and loyal friend. He traveled with him and Grandma from New Jersey to Florida and back every year. He used to sit on Grandpa's desk and give him advice about stocks. But sadly, Pumpkin passed away on Saturday, October 6, 2007. We miss him already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-2399373129682780485?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2399373129682780485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=2399373129682780485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2399373129682780485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/2399373129682780485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-well-miss-you.html' title='Pumpkin, We&apos;ll Miss You'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/Rwkt74uCChI/AAAAAAAAABM/-k_J2y99E74/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-9022045508627545464</id><published>2007-08-08T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:08:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Don't Wanna Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroFv7luiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WbxFTkAK02s/s1600-h/vinpix_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroFv7luiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WbxFTkAK02s/s320/vinpix_0618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096392249331058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me trying to get back into the Frenchie Soiree held at my most favorite place in the world &lt;a href="http://www.doggiestylesonline.com"&gt;Doggie Styles&lt;/a&gt; in Beverly Hills. Every year the store holds a party just for French Bulldogs usually around Bastille Day.&lt;p&gt;This year was so much fun. For one thing, Mommy came for the first time. You remember last year Daddy had taken me. Second, I got to meet so many new Frenchies as well as play with some old friends.&lt;p&gt; I might have played too hard though. I'm not going to name any names but a certain blonde Frenchie whose name begins with a T and ends with a K got in scuffle with a little brindle Frenchie. All worked out for the best but Mommy sure was embarrassed that this anonymous Frenchie whose name begins with a T and ends with a K was involved in fisticuffs. Or is it pawcuffs?&lt;p&gt;Anyways, once again the greatest photographer &lt;a href="http://vinpet.com/frenchie2LR/content/index.html"&gt;Vince Gonzales&lt;/a&gt; was there to capture us Frenchies in our finest hour. He takes the best pics. And he also took a lot of me, so of course I like him even more.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroF2rluiEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Whsi3zJDo4o/s1600-h/vinpix_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroF2rluiEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Whsi3zJDo4o/s320/vinpix_0448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096392365295175746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Buttons.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroGBbluiFI/AAAAAAAAABE/YBU4y3Qi22w/s1600-h/vinpix_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroGBbluiFI/AAAAAAAAABE/YBU4y3Qi22w/s320/vinpix_0419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096392549978769490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Buttons chasing me but I'm faster! Haha! And crazier!!! I'm a crazy Frenchie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-9022045508627545464?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/9022045508627545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=9022045508627545464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/9022045508627545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/9022045508627545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-i-dont-wanna-go-home.html' title='But I Don&apos;t Wanna Go Home'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RroFv7luiDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WbxFTkAK02s/s72-c/vinpix_0618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-8922382538874633588</id><published>2007-03-20T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:26:03.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Friend Buttons, Live and In Living Color</title><content type='html'>I've told you about Buttons before. She's the girl at &lt;a href="http://www.doggiestylesonline.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doggie Styles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Beverly Hills. I went to visit her over the weekend and Mommy took some video. Fun times!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN-ipvtt-tA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SN-ipvtt-tA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-8922382538874633588?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8922382538874633588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=8922382538874633588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/8922382538874633588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/8922382538874633588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-and-my-friend-buttons.html' title='Me and My Friend Buttons, Live and In Living Color'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-5339927690891404121</id><published>2007-03-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:30:10.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Be a Super Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RgAngTz1iQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/weY_IKtDw5U/s1600-h/tank_barkjacobs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RgAngTz1iQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/weY_IKtDw5U/s320/tank_barkjacobs.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044075018681944322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in my new red thermal sweater from Bark Jacobs, which Mommy got on sale for me. Still, she swore I have to wear it everytime the temperature dips below 65 degrees so she gets her money's worth. This is my sexy look.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-5339927690891404121?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5339927690891404121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=5339927690891404121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5339927690891404121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/5339927690891404121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-gonna-be-super-model.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Be a Super Model'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x3DiWWL_9eg/RgAngTz1iQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/weY_IKtDw5U/s72-c/tank_barkjacobs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-116243356584535798</id><published>2006-11-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:12:45.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_passport.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_passport.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told me she had to go to Amsterdam for a trip and she was mumbling something about a passport photo. So I had mine taken just in case she wanted to bring me along. Unlike other people's passport photographs, I think this one is pretty darn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-116243356584535798?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116243356584535798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=116243356584535798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116243356584535798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116243356584535798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/11/passport-photo.html' title='Passport Photo'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-116242415249277393</id><published>2006-11-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:40:02.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenchie Soiree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Check%20the%20situation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Check%20the%20situation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I went to a Frenchies Only party at my favorite store in the whole world, &lt;a href="http://www.doggiestylesonline.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doggie Styles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aka Button's House in Beverly Hills. Mommy had already left for her trip to NYC so Daddy took me.&lt;p&gt;I had so much fun. I never saw so many Frenchies in one place. I could barely contain myself. I whipped around the store, playing with all the toys that they put out for us and I ate a lot of the liver pate which they had assembled into an Eiffel Tower.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/pile_driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/pile_driver.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy was also having fun laughing at us frenchies so he didn't take the best pictures. This is actually Buttons in her tutu.&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/buttson_tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/buttson_tutu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this really nice man &lt;a href="http://www.vinpet.com/French%20Bull%20Dog%20Page.html"&gt;Vince Gonzales&lt;/a&gt; took lots of photos of us frenchies at the party. Here's a few. That's me on the left panting and then me and Daddy are in the front of the group shot. If you ever wanna get a professional picture of your pet, this guy has great photos.  Mommy however says she's saving her money for a life-size oil painting of me. I'm so lucky! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/vinpix_0175web.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/vinpix_0175web.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/vinpix_0303web.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/vinpix_0303web.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-116242415249277393?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116242415249277393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=116242415249277393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116242415249277393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116242415249277393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/11/frenchie-soiree.html' title='Frenchie Soiree!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-116242146277743438</id><published>2006-11-01T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:51:02.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Dog House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_doghouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_doghouse.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dog house. Mommy decided she didn't want me ruining the couches anymore so she makes sure I sleep in my dog house now. I am allowed to sleep on the couch if Mommy or Daddy is on the couch, but I can't sleep on the back cushions of the couch that I like so much. If Mommy catches me doing this, she sprays me with water. So I guess I'm stuck in the dog house now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-116242146277743438?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116242146277743438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=116242146277743438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116242146277743438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116242146277743438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-in-dog-house.html' title='Life in the Dog House'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-116191457134018365</id><published>2006-10-26T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:04:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/DSC00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year, Mommy dressed me as an airborne ranger. It was pretty cool, but this year's outfit is even better---a DEVIL!! HaHa. It doesn't fit me that well but that's cuz I need my clothes custom-made and Mommy just picked this up at the check-out counter at Old Navy. &lt;p&gt; I ran around in it for a while but the horns kept slipping down. I also hate the sound of velcro. I ran into my house when Mommy first tried to put it on me, but I managed to deal with it...after she gave me a lot of treats of course. Still, I was eager to get it off. Also, I don't need a costume because I'm a little devil anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-116191457134018365?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116191457134018365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=116191457134018365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116191457134018365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/116191457134018365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-115816678803101177</id><published>2006-09-13T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:59:48.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Chatting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_cam.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_cam.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been away for a while so me and Daddy Mike have been communicating with her via webcams. Its pretty funny but I get a little bored because Mommy just keeps asking if I been a good boy and then she usually starts crying cuz she misses me. Anyways, here's a pic of me and Daddy Mike on the web cam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-115816678803101177?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115816678803101177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=115816678803101177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115816678803101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115816678803101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/09/video-chatting.html' title='Video Chatting'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-115412806558461589</id><published>2006-07-28T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:10:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!</title><content type='html'>So I have fully recovered from the thorn in my paw. Long story short, after I ripped off the bandage, my paw got a little infected. So Mommy and Daddy Mike took me to the hospital where they had to perform a mini-surgery on my paw. I don't remember much because I went under anaesthesia but I don't think it hurt too bad. I did have weird dreams where I was taking Mommy and Daddy on walks and yelling at them whenever they talked too loud. Funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was especially worried because she was leaving in two days to go to NYC for a while, so she wanted to make sure my paw was ok. And I am happy to report it is. See? You can hardly tell that I had a big red bump in between my "fingers." I got anti-biotics which Daddy Mike mashes up in my food. Now I'm back to jumping all around and up and down, which is a good sign but drives Daddy Mike crazy. Whee!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Mommy is away I decided to post some funny and not-so-funny pics of me.&lt;p&gt;This is me right before I had to go to the hospital. I was trying to sleep but Mommy likes to take naptime pictures and she was all worried she would never see me again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/DSC00433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Daddy Mike doing what we do best, lounging on the couch. Mommy is sooo lucky we are so cute when we are asleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM1365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is soo funny. Sometimes when I'm bored I like to hang out on the table behind the couch. And we all know I sit funny but I squinted when Mommy took this picture. Haha, I look like I am doing something I shouldn't! &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_table.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I have an underbite and sometimes one tooth likes to poke out. Mommy calls me Snaggle Mouth when it does, but I think I look tough! Grrr!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/snaggle%20tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/snaggle%20tooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-115412806558461589?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115412806558461589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=115412806558461589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115412806558461589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115412806558461589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-115326130569785654</id><published>2006-07-18T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:04:22.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Thorn in the Paw Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/DSC00399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me with a bandage on my foot. I got a thorn stuck in my paw (no joke) last week and Mommy took me to the vet to pull it out. I don't know why I needed to go to the vet. I mean, I wasn't limping. I didn't even notice it was there. Anyways, three people had to hold me down while &lt;a href="http://www.brentwoodpetclinic.com"&gt;Dr. Abalos&lt;/a&gt; pulled it out. It hurt like hell and I yelled really loud when she did it. (Actually, Mommy said it was more like an alien noise). &lt;p&gt; So they bandaged me up using pink gauze! Jeez, how humiliating. But what was worse is that the next day I was all set to attend a &lt;a href="http://www.frenchiesfirst.com"&gt;French Bulldog&lt;/a&gt; party in Huntington Beach in honor of Bastille Day. But with the bandage I didn't know if I would be able to go. Luckily, Mommy and Daddy Mike felt real bad for me and they took me anyways. &lt;p&gt;It was a lot of fun, except we were all on leashes and I had to be carried a bit. Still, I got to see all sorts of frenchies in all different colors. Mommy and Daddy Mike spied some baby frenchies and kept asking me if I wanted a little brother but I said no. I'm not sharing with anyone!&lt;p&gt;Mommy took at least 50 pictures. Then later that night when she was out with some friends she deleted them all by accident cause she's a big drunk.&lt;p&gt;So we don't have pictures to show you from the party. I got so mad at Mommy about this I ripped off my bandage yesterday. Haha, that'll show her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-115326130569785654?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115326130569785654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=115326130569785654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115326130569785654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/115326130569785654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-thorn-in-paw-story.html' title='The Old Thorn in the Paw Story'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114797535967075538</id><published>2006-05-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:02:39.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_luke_bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_luke_bone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_luke_asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tank_luke_asleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know how I would feel when Luke was born. I mean, I was the baby and the cutest and everyone gave all the attention to me. So when Uncle Jordan brought him home I was a little upset. The kid weighed like 3 pounds and had these big eyes and would lick anyone who touched him. He was just too darn cute. But now he's starting to grow up and even though he's still cute, I am starting to like him more.&lt;p&gt;We had a two day sleepover and at first he was trying to take this big bone Mommy bought for me. Luke and I fought it out all night for that bone but then Mommy regulated and said we could each have an end of it to chew on. Which we did. And I admit it was pretty fun. Then we passed out from exhaustion. I wouldn't give up my spot on the couch but when Luke left I was a little sad. Yet, I still think I am much cuter. I mean, I have blonde eyelashes for chrissakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114797535967075538?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114797535967075538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114797535967075538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114797535967075538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114797535967075538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114618664910281790</id><published>2006-04-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:10:49.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/piggy_on_couch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/piggy_on_couch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tankonmikecouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tankonmikecouch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very lucky dog. I have a mommy AND a daddy. Mommy and Daddy Mike each have their own apartment, which makes Mommy really happy sometimes because Daddy Mike likes to watch TV and drink beer all the time. Daddy Mike also likes it because when Mommy is at her apartment, he doesn't have to make her food and clean-up after her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a lucky dog because Mommy and Daddy Mike both have super duper comfortable couches for me to sleep on. And I don't like to sleep on the actual seat cushions. I like to crawl up on the back and nestle down into the pillows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is usually what I am doing most of the day while my parents are working. But at night I crawl into the bed with them. Cuz, I deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114618664910281790?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114618664910281790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114618664910281790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114618664910281790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114618664910281790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/04/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114487523054293367</id><published>2006-04-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:53:50.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/2345/1600/tank-tp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5178/2345/320/tank-tp8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not writing in a long time. Mommy and Daddy Mike went on a trip without me and they took BOTH computers, so I was back to doing things old school with a pen and paper. I did get to have a long weekend sleepover with my friend Jane and her family. It was soo fun. They let me do whatever I want! But when Mommy and Daddy Mike came back, I realized I pretty much get to do whatever I want anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I play with toilet paper. I thought this was a new toy for me that Mommy had left in her bathroom for me to find. How I was supposed to know that humans actually use this stuff? Don't they have someone to come by with a plastic baggie and pick that stuff up? Instead they have to do it themselves. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was fun ripping it up until Mommy realized this was her last roll and she took it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114487523054293367?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114487523054293367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114487523054293367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114487523054293367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114487523054293367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-with-toilet-paper.html' title='Fun with Toilet Paper'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114307973347646119</id><published>2006-03-22T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:09:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Traffic Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tank_car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/200/tank_car2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Mommy were bored in traffic one day so I threw the camera at her and said, "Take some pictures of me." So she snapped this one. This is my "Gandhi Face." See, I am looking out the window and seeing all this smog and environmental destruction and it is too much to bear so I close my eyes and hope it all goes away. Haha, I am good, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114307973347646119?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114307973347646119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114307973347646119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114307973347646119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114307973347646119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-traffic-sucks.html' title='LA Traffic Sucks'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114307912985415098</id><published>2006-03-22T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:11:11.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/060321_1619%7E01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/060321_1619%7E01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally title this post My Friend Pudding but I don't know Pudding and Mommy doesn't know Pudding's mommy. This is what happened. My Uncle Mutsie (aka Matt) is working in Japan building skyscrapers or financing tall buildings or something. And he was skateboarding around Harajuku when he came across a cute girl named Ayumi, who was wearing yellow patent leather shoes and walking Pudding.&lt;p&gt;Mutsie knows all about me and my blog and so he snapped a picture. And boy am I glad he did! Ayumi works in a doggie fashion store which is why Pudding looks so good. She is the original Harajuku dog! &lt;p&gt;When Mommy was out getting me some more kibble the other day I learned how use her photo printer. I have since printed Pudding's photo and I stuffed it under the mat in my dog house to look at from time to time. Ahh..Tank and Pudding. Pudding and Tank. Mrs. Pudding Tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114307912985415098?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114307912985415098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114307912985415098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114307912985415098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114307912985415098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/03/japanese-pudding.html' title='Japanese Pudding'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114187255434936827</id><published>2006-03-08T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:49:14.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Park Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I went to the dog park. I was on my best behavior until it was time to go. Then the bulldog in me came out and I refused to get in the car until Mommy came over and picked me up. (Note to self: Put on more weight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114187255434936827?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114187255434936827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114187255434936827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187255434936827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187255434936827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/03/dog-park-days.html' title='Dog Park Days'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114187217117884021</id><published>2006-03-08T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:42:51.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0694.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took this picture of me at "work." I am wearing my magical thinking blankie that lets me come up with such creative blog posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114187217117884021?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114187217117884021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114187217117884021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187217117884021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187217117884021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/03/master-blogger.html' title='Master Blogger'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114187168762578457</id><published>2006-03-08T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:34:47.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Lucky Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy came back from Florida and I was soo excited to see her. I didn't really think I would miss her but as soon as I saw her again, I went crazy. I jumped into Mommy's lap and started licking her then I ran around the room four times in excitement. Then I had to go wee-wee. &lt;p&gt; Me and Mommy have spent a lot of quality time together. We go on long walks catching up on what happened over the past two weeks. Then we went and saw all my friends in her neighborhood, including Buttons, and today we went to the dog park. So it's no wonder I am so tired. Here I am passed out on Mommy's bed.  Yes, that's my pillow. I never go to sleep without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114187168762578457?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114187168762578457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114187168762578457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187168762578457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114187168762578457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-lucky-dog.html' title='I&apos;m a Lucky Dog'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114107563302088420</id><published>2006-02-27T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:12:12.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Chyna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/chyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/chyna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Chyna, another very pretty weimareiner. The first picture is her official headshot taken on the beaches of Malibu. They almost put it in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, except she's naked and not wearing a swimsuit, so they had to shelve it. She's a little out of my league though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tankandchyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tankandchyna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the two of us in her daddy and mommy's kitchen--Auntie Bree and Uncle Gabe to me.  I am whispering in her ear about how we plan on sneaking the six pack of Coronas back up to her room. Unfortunately our plan was thwarted by Hank the cat, who ratted us out. But we weren't mad because every year Hank has to get his annual lion cut and we can make fun of him endlessly for that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/hank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/hank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click pictures for larger size&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114107563302088420?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114107563302088420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114107563302088420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114107563302088420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114107563302088420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-chyna.html' title='My friend Chyna'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114106700859006558</id><published>2006-02-27T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:03:28.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know When to Hold 'Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tankpoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tankpoker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy Mike knows when to fold 'em! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we make an excellent poker team. Check out the serious poker face I have on.  My uncle Gabe took this picture when we were hanging out at my friend Penny and her parents, Brian and April's house.  I think Uncle Gabe was trying to distract me so he could bluff his way into winning. But I am too smart for that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was winning that night for a while but someone kept giving me cans of Budweiser and the next thing I knew I woke up in Penny's bed without my harness on. Things are a little awkward between us now but I am hoping we will be able to move past it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114106700859006558?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114106700859006558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114106700859006558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114106700859006558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114106700859006558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-when-to-hold-em.html' title='I Know When to Hold &apos;Em'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114101166934338876</id><published>2006-02-26T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:41:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tankbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tankbaby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me when I was about two and a half months old. I had only been living with Mommy for a few weeks but i was slowly starting to get the hang of navigating her apartment. It's only a small studio so it was fairly easy. Anyways, looking at this picture is funny because I was so tiny and Mommy and Daddy Mike thought I wouldn't get much bigger. Hahaha. I'm also cute as hell in this one. And Mommy didn't know it then, but I pooped in her closet. Oh, good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114101166934338876?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101166934338876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114101166934338876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101166934338876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101166934338876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-baby-photo.html' title='Another Baby Photo'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114101145487316702</id><published>2006-02-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:43:14.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/TankandJane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/TankandJane.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Jane. You can't really see her but she's a weimareiner and really pretty. Yet, I don't know if she likes me or not. I mean, I like her, but I don't &lt;i&gt;like like&lt;/i&gt; her. If she likes me like,&lt;i&gt; like likes&lt;/i&gt; me then maybe I would like her like that. I tried to ask my friend Penny if Jane &lt;i&gt;likes likes&lt;/i&gt; me but Penny said I should ask her myseIf. Well, when Jane was over, I barked at her to play with me but she didn't want to. Still, she drank all my water so I think there's some hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114101145487316702?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101145487316702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114101145487316702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101145487316702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101145487316702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-jane.html' title='My friend Jane'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114101109753713341</id><published>2006-02-26T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:31:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I win, I win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Tito-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Tito-007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my friend Luke playing tug of war. Last time I saw Luke, he weighed like 5 pounds. But this puggle kid is really getting big! I wonder how big he will get when he's full grown. Currently, I am 25.5 pounds. I lost nearly three pounds during my allergic escapade. It's really good though, because beach weather is just around the corner and my harness was getting a little too snug in the belly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114101109753713341?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101109753713341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114101109753713341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101109753713341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101109753713341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-win-i-win.html' title='I win, I win!'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114101090145955792</id><published>2006-02-26T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:28:21.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Takes a Vacation</title><content type='html'>So the other week, I got really sick. I don't know what I sniffed or licked on my walk but Mommy went out for an hour and by the time she came back my face was swollen to twice the size and I had hideous welts all over my body. I could barely see, my eyes were all squished up! Mommy took me to the hospital and they shaved my arm and put in an IV and gave me all sorts of shots. Five hours later, I was all better and looking fine as ever. I had to go back again to the hospital later that night though because my hives came back on my face, but they gave me one last shot. And I've been good ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mommy said she had enough of the doggie drama so she flew to Florida to see Grammy and Grandpa. Which means Daddy Mike is taking care of me!! Yeay! This is a picture of the rib bone that Daddy Mike brought home for me one day. He got it from some rib restaurant, and boy did it taste good. But I think Daddy Mike got in trouble with Mommy for giving it to me. Then Daddy Mike took it away after I tried a bunch of times to bring it on to the couch. Oh well, I still got to lick most of it. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tanksribbone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tanksribbone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114101090145955792?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101090145955792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114101090145955792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101090145955792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114101090145955792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/mommy-takes-vacation.html' title='Mommy Takes a Vacation'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114081180546181142</id><published>2006-02-24T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:00:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time at My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Christmas-Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Christmas-Card.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me at Christmastime. It was really hot this day in Santa Monica when they took this picture. But Mommy and Daddy Mike insisted I wear the hat for this Christmas card. Even though I was smiling in this first shot they used another one below because Mommy said you can see more of my Santa hat. But I think it's because she looked better in that one. She's so vain sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Christmas-Card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Christmas-Card2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114081180546181142?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114081180546181142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114081180546181142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081180546181142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081180546181142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/christmas-time-at-my-house.html' title='Christmas Time at My House'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114081108340396500</id><published>2006-02-24T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:58:03.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sit Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Tank-Sits-On-Couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Tank-Sits-On-Couch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy Mike noticed very early on that I sit sort of funny. Then the people at &lt;a href="http://www.ladogworks.com"&gt;LA Dogworks&lt;/a&gt; commented on it too, saying it was the cutest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't see what's so cute about it. I sit like that! So what? Maybe if Mommy hadn't fixed me so early on I wouldn't sit that way. But I don't care. You all need to stop hating. I like it and its comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114081108340396500?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114081108340396500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114081108340396500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081108340396500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081108340396500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-sit-funny.html' title='I Sit Funny'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114081005743137637</id><published>2006-02-24T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:35:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Buttons, another Frenchie! She works at the store down the street, &lt;a href="http://www.doggiestylesonline.com"&gt;DoggieStyles&lt;/a&gt; in Beverly Hills. Everytime, mommy and I go outside I try to take her to Button's place. Sometimes she lets me go, most of the time she says no. Buttons is way cool. She's like an older sister. She always has really neat clothes and jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go there, she likes to show me that she's in charge. But after a while, she softens up and lets me chew on her toys. She also has a brother Hemi, who is a Boxer. He likes me a lot. But because he's so big sometimes he's not allowed to play with us small doggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these photos, I am wearing a harness made by Puppia. It's really good and feels nice and soft. But I like to eat the clasp on it and Mommy's already had to buy 3 of these. Daddy Mike calls them my 50 Cent jacket after the rapper. He's so funny. More so than Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114081005743137637?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114081005743137637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114081005743137637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081005743137637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114081005743137637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-buttons.html' title='My friend Buttons'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114080941646761570</id><published>2006-02-24T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:30:16.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Like a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/HPIM0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/HPIM0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me during naptime. Mommy said I looked so cute that she had to take a picture. But I was like, "Mooom. I'm sooo tired. I went to the dog park today and your apartment doesn't have any air conditioning. Sheesh!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114080941646761570?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114080941646761570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114080941646761570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114080941646761570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114080941646761570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleeping-like-baby.html' title='Sleeping Like a Baby'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114080903436972056</id><published>2006-02-24T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:25:34.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how we do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Frenchiejudging.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Frenchiejudging.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my peeps chilling at the &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~rrocheleau2/nationals2005.htm"&gt; Frenchie Convention&lt;/a&gt; last October in Sacramento. They get together and party with their owners. Then they have some tough days of judging where they have to be obedient and stuff. But finally, at the end of the show, they get to have a costume party. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/playfighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/playfighting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of these Frenchies was a cheerleader and the other some sort of Parisian fashionista. But this poor guy had to put on a skunk costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/skunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won first place though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to been a show dog but mommy fixed me early on so I wouldn't get fat. I showed her though! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you ever wanna see a Frenchie litter from birth to the day our ears pop, these people put together &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~tahoma/Puppies2004/index.html"&gt;"The Miracle of Life" for Frenchies. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114080903436972056?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114080903436972056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114080903436972056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114080903436972056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114080903436972056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-how-we-do-it.html' title='This is how we do it'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114065102925483624</id><published>2006-02-22T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:30:29.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Baby Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/youngin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/400/youngin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/naptime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/naptime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/myfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/myfriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so young here. I don't even remember these people! I do know that there was a litter of English bulldogs around the same time I was born. So that must be the English bulldog in the pic with me. I did have a brother Billy. He was all white with a little honey spot on his back. But I don't know where Billy is now. I hope he ended up in a good home like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114065102925483624?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114065102925483624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114065102925483624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114065102925483624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114065102925483624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-baby-photos.html' title='More Baby Photos'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114063051430173174</id><published>2006-02-22T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:48:34.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Bogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/bogie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/bogie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Bogie Cooper. He's a boxer. And a pretty darn good-looking one too. Bogie used to live in San Francisco but decided that he wanted to be where the action was, so he moved to New York City.  While his mommy is at work, Bogie likes to day trade and meet friends for lunch at places like Cipriani and Pastis.  This picture is of him at his country home and he is playing with a dog toy just to amuse the human beings that pamper him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114063051430173174?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114063051430173174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114063051430173174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114063051430173174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114063051430173174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-bogie.html' title='My friend Bogie'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114063010361449096</id><published>2006-02-22T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:52:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Seamus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/SnowDog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/SnowDog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Seamus. We are exactly the same age, except he's a golden retriever. He lives in Maryland with his parents Molly and Dyer, Mommy's friends. I am jealous because he got to play in the snow, but glad that I didn't get snowballs attached to my fur like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Seamus%27Snowballs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Seamus%27Snowballs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus also got his doggie GED, which I never got because Mommy and Daddy Mike said I was gifted and decided to homeschool me instead of sending me to puppy school.  I think puppy school would have been fun. I could have been around kids my age instead of hanging with my folks all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114063010361449096?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114063010361449096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114063010361449096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114063010361449096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114063010361449096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-seamus.html' title='My friend Seamus'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-114062787078664846</id><published>2006-02-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:04:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/tanksweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/tanksweater.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still pretty small, I went back to visit New Jersey, where my mommy is from. I thought Jersey was pretty cool. Even though it was kinda cold when I was there in April. I had a big backyard to run around in thanks to Gram and Grandpa. And I got to meet some interesting dogs. Unlike Beverly Hills, there were only big dogs in my mommy's neighborhood. I liked them a lot but some of them just barked at me. Oh well. I did have one complaint. My mommy put me in this ridiculous sweater. I felt like Johnny Guido getting ready to eat pizza in Hoboken. But I guess I was still pretty cute. Weight? 16 pounds. I was able to fit on the airplane. I can't do that anymore. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114062787078664846?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114062787078664846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114062787078664846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114062787078664846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114062787078664846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/jersey-boy.html' title='Jersey Boy'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114048628194831590</id><published>2006-02-20T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:44:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/Airborne%20Ranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/Airborne%20Ranger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I was an army man for my first Halloween. With a name like Tank, I guess it was expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114048628194831590?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114048628194831590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114048628194831590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114048628194831590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114048628194831590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/halloween-costume.html' title='Halloween Costume'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114048615471427577</id><published>2006-02-20T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:42:34.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/wr-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/wr-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/wr-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/wr-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie Bree took me to work one day at a television production studio. It's really hard work. I got tired very quickly and when the big boss man came out, I hid under my desk.  Just kidding, but under the desk was a nice place to nap. That and Bree's lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114048615471427577?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114048615471427577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114048615471427577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114048615471427577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114048615471427577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/working-dog.html' title='Working Dog'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114047904064523481</id><published>2006-02-20T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:44:00.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/1600/HPIM0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/320/HPIM0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my Uncle Tom. I like him a lot, mostly because he's from New Jersey but also because he lets me dig for buggies on his couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114047904064523481?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047904064523481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114047904064523481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047904064523481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047904064523481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/uncle-tommy.html' title='Uncle Tommy'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114047871124786152</id><published>2006-02-20T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:45:54.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using my voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/bathroom3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/bathroom3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned how to let Mommy know when I have to go outside for bathroom. I sit at her door and I whine. If she doesn't take me, then I start to bark. Sometimes, I whine and bark when I don't have to go to the bathroom, but I just want to play outside  with my friends. I used to be able to trick Mommy but she knows better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114047871124786152?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047871124786152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114047871124786152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047871124786152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047871124786152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/using-my-voice.html' title='Using my voice'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114047852404664940</id><published>2006-02-20T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:23:30.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/1600/HPIM0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/200/HPIM0261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/1600/my%20cousin%20luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/200/my%20cousin%20luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke is a puggle--a mix between a beagle and a pug. He's only 2 1/2  months old. I think he's ok, but everyone can't stop talking about him. When I am being bad, Mommy says she wants to trade me in for a puggle. It's not very nice, but Daddy Mike agrees with her. Anyway, he doesn't have big ears like me so that means I am still cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click on pictures for larger size.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114047852404664940?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047852404664940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114047852404664940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047852404664940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047852404664940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-luke.html' title='My friend Luke'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114047812005211211</id><published>2006-02-20T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:17:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/1600/penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/200/penny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/1600/penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5505/2264/200/penny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Penny the Pug. Everyone thinks we are kissing in this picture but we totally aren't. Well, maybe I kissed her once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click on pictures for larger size.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114047812005211211?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047812005211211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114047812005211211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047812005211211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047812005211211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-penny.html' title='My friend Penny'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-114047783058932003</id><published>2006-02-20T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:23:50.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering on the Raiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/1600/Raiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/503/843/400/Raiders.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to watch football. My Daddy Mike puts me in the Raiders jersey but he got me #5 and this guy really stinks as a quarterback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-114047783058932003?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114047783058932003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=114047783058932003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047783058932003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/114047783058932003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheering-on-raiders.html' title='Cheering on the Raiders'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22273246.post-113961642450470777</id><published>2006-02-10T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:29:24.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/640/Tank%20and%20Me%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/320/Tank%20and%20Me%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my mommy. I was still very young there. We were visiting the Fenns house and they weren't home. I was soo sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-113961642450470777?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113961642450470777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=113961642450470777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961642450470777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961642450470777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-and-mommy.html' title='Me and Mommy'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-113961633674865587</id><published>2006-02-10T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:29:42.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/640/tank5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/320/tank5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not happy here. It was my one-month birthday and I spent it with two stupid teddy bears. My ears were not up either and I was getting anxious&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-113961633674865587?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113961633674865587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=113961633674865587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961633674865587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961633674865587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby-photo.html' title='My Baby Photo'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-113961622152776468</id><published>2006-02-10T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:30:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/640/178346970442221f628c2b4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/320/178346970442221f628c2b4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually me right before they sent me to Beverly Hills. My ears had just "popped." I was probably around 5 pounds then&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-113961622152776468?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113961622152776468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=113961622152776468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961622152776468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961622152776468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/learning-to-fly.html' title='Learning to Fly'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-113961609133153116</id><published>2006-02-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:30:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/640/DSC00039.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/21/3661/320/DSC00039.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to look like this. This was the first day Mommy and Daddy Mike brought me home. I was 7 pounds. Just a wee little guy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-113961609133153116?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113961609133153116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=113961609133153116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961609133153116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961609133153116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-home.html' title='A New Home'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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-22273246.post-113961587856609085</id><published>2006-02-10T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:57:58.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Tank</title><content type='html'>I'm a French Bulldog and I live in Beverly Hills. Yeah, that's right. Jealous? Anyways, I currently weigh 28 pounds which is big for my breed but what can I say? I'm pretty cool. I'm a total momma's boy and since so many people were asking her for my headshot, I just decided to start my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I know. My ears are HUGE! And no, I don't get satellite TV with them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22273246-113961587856609085?l=tankthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113961587856609085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22273246&amp;postID=113961587856609085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961587856609085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22273246/posts/default/113961587856609085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-name-is-tank.html' title='My Name is Tank'/><author><name>Tank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01941762704485426665</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>
