<?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-6233242781031158402</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:18:16.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According to Pedro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233242781031158402.post-6704578524192769190</id><published>2009-08-31T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:14:53.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpvKA9e5PYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Op60MO4V5oo/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376112698049772930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpvKA9e5PYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Op60MO4V5oo/s400/Picture+213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure had a full calendar this past week. It was full of play dates and quality time with some friends I haven't seen for some time. It all began last Tuesday, when I took a surprise trip with Nate Doggy. We took a long car that travels on the tracks. I had some trouble figuring out where we were going, very unusual smells on those cars!! We got off after about 15 minutes and I found the surprise, it was my best buddy and master Marie-Louise. She usually meets me at the apartment, but not that day. It's always fun to see her, she has a big inviting smile on her face that I just can't wait to lick off. We took a bit of a stroll and went to a doggie park that I had never been to. After running around, marking my scent and destroying a ball I found in the park, I caught whiff of a familiar smell. I couldn't quite place it, but then I saw another Pharaoh Hound strutting around and I knew instantly it was my sister Pharin. Two surprises in one day! I had a great time with my sister, we wrestled, ran and wrestled some more. She is a quick little gal and very persistent. Once she locks those choppers on me, it's tough to wiggle out. I can't wait to see her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday I then hung out with Betzy, a pal of Marie-Louise. We had a great time. She's one of the best g*d damn bone holders I've ever met. My jaws are hurting just thinking about her grip. She also knew the way to my heart....right through the belly. Plenty of treats for Pedro. I didn't even realize Nate Dog was gone till he woke me up from my afternoon snooze. The final big day came on Saturday. I hosted a dinner party and invited Nate, Marie-Louise, Åsa, Niclaus and baby Nora. The party was great fun, but to be honest I'm not really sure what happened. It was my understanding that the host of the party gets to eat at the big table with all the guests. I had my toast all ready, but I wasn't even allowed in the room! Oh well, I'll have to remember that next time I see those squeaky shoes lying around. I ended up getting loads of attention and had some quality time with my buddy Nora. We have the same taste in toys you see. She has just learned how to walk, so I need to be careful when playing with her. My philosophy is keep it to a few face licks and the sharing of toys. She has plastic nipple she sure loves and she even let me taste it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233242781031158402-6704578524192769190?l=pedrohannibal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/6704578524192769190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/6704578524192769190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/6704578524192769190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpvKA9e5PYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Op60MO4V5oo/s72-c/Picture+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233242781031158402.post-2545183644854122562</id><published>2009-08-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:40:23.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpKlMKmdCiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4II0vLDEu-U/s1600-h/Picture+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373538933829077538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpKlMKmdCiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4II0vLDEu-U/s320/Picture+197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm on cloud nine. I've been killin' the ladies these past few days. I had a date with Dessie yesterday. She tends to play hard-to-get at first, but then I always find a way to wiggle into her heart. This time it was my smooth and agile maneuvers chasing after her rope toy. Even with those moves, I'm still on a short leash though. Anytime I make my move to start necking, she gives me a power bark that sends me back a few feet. A few more dates and I'll be safe and sound at first base....guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more exciting is the fact I ran into my ex-girl, Stella, this morning. At first I didn't recognize her.  But once she started drooling and panting like crazy, I knew immediately that this dog had been Pedro'd before. I never thought I would see her again. We really didn't end on such good terms. Last time I saw her I made a promise that I would see her the following week, even though I knew I was going on holiday. I didn't do it to hurt her feelings, but instead didn't want to upset her. After all, she is and forever will be the light of my life. I am so glad that she didn't hold it against me. After everything was patched up, we proceeded to roll around and nibble on each other till we both collapsed. I even got her number this time to make sure we don't lose contact again. I'll probably wait the mandatory 6 days before calling for our next rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to give a ruff-ruff to all my siblings who represented at the dog show yesterday. They sure made me proud to be a part of their pack. As usual they took home the blue ribbons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233242781031158402-2545183644854122562?l=pedrohannibal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/2545183644854122562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-girlfriends-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/2545183644854122562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/2545183644854122562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-girlfriends-back.html' title='My Girlfriend&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SpKlMKmdCiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4II0vLDEu-U/s72-c/Picture+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233242781031158402.post-1651648596307690247</id><published>2009-08-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:28:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessie did what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/So6blAQ1nzI/AAAAAAAAABo/bOcRY7N8vTg/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/So6blAQ1nzI/AAAAAAAAABo/bOcRY7N8vTg/s200/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372402465527668530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month I've been going to the forest in Kålltorp with Nate Dog. We take a really big car out there, it stops many places and it's usually packed with people. If I lie down straight away, I can usually convince Nate to give me a treat. Once we get out there, we go for a run in the forest and then head to the hundpark for training. The only downside is that I don't have much of an opportunity to visit my friends from the neighborhood. I haven't seen Ghostface, a 10 year old Golden Retriever, or Stella, my ex-girlfriend, in ages. (Actually it's probably better that I don't see Stella, she'll probably have a nervous breakdown when she gets a taste of what she's missing). This is not to say that I haven't met lots of new friends out there though. Every week I meet and play with new friends in the area. There's one old bitch that I'm particularly fond of. She looks just like me and reminds me of my mother. They're the only gals I have ever seen to lift their leg when they pee. She's a 6 year old Pharaoh Hound and her name is Dessie. We chase each other around and bark real loud. She's been teaching me a few new things about life as well. She has quite the smeller on her and can even tell which dirt is good for eating. Man I didn't even know I could eat dirt!! I've tried this a few times, but Marie-Louise would not have any of it. Next time I see Dessie, I'll have to ask more about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233242781031158402-1651648596307690247?l=pedrohannibal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/1651648596307690247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dessie-did-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/1651648596307690247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/1651648596307690247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/dessie-did-what.html' title='Dessie did what?'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/So6blAQ1nzI/AAAAAAAAABo/bOcRY7N8vTg/s72-c/Picture+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233242781031158402.post-7556239946289556695</id><published>2009-08-19T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:35:06.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>Words cannot describe the amount of admiration and respect I have for my buddy and master Nate Dogg. That guy simply does it all! Just today he went completely domestic on me. He did the laundry, cut my nails, sucked the apartment floor, made the bed, reorganized his closet (a wooden box in the middle of the room) all the while making sure to mind me. I love it when he does the laundry, there's plenty of new toys to play with. Today I ran around with two pairs of ML's underwear in my mouth. Boy was that fun and for some reason Nate did not seem to mind so much, he let me run around and around until I got bored. He did have a funny look on his face when placed those wears in the drawer...Cutting my nails is not so bad as long as I get plenty of treats. A few times in the past we have had problems. I felt he was getting a little too close and personal with me. I have since realized that until I can beat him in wrestling match, its better I just focus on the treats. Not such a big fan when he sucks on the floor. He takes out this big, loud rolling monster and walks all around the apartment. I've found as long as I stay on couch and make myself as big as possible, it stays away from me. If that thing ever gets too close, I'll sure teach it lesson. A few of my power barks and neck bites will do the trick. I'm off to the park now, smell you later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233242781031158402-7556239946289556695?l=pedrohannibal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/7556239946289556695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/7556239946289556695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/7556239946289556695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233242781031158402.post-1300064792358299604</id><published>2009-08-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:33:31.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Rules Rules</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? Some days I can do things and others I cannot....very confusing. Today I really pressed my luck. There's quite an attractive toy that's stationed by the door, bright colors and only used when I go for my daily jog with my master Nate. Not quite sure why he wears them on his paws, but he seems to think he looks like hot stuff in them. In the past I have always been attracted to their intriguing odor and would walk up, sniff around and sometimes take them back to my bedroom. No big deal, sure they would end up back by the door but nobody's feelings were hurt. Well today after Nate Dogg left me on my own, I tell you a special scent guided me right to those bad boys. Took 'em back to my bedroom and this time I had enough time to really sink my choppers into them. Nice and squeezy, just like my favorite toy Squeakers V who has recently passed on. I began at the bottom and worked my way up to the heel of the shoe...my mouth's watering just thinking about those paw protectors. Just when I was about to pull the white fuzzies out, the door opened and my master came in with bag of meatballs.  I ran up to say hello and next thing I knew bang lights out and I'm in the water room. After a few doggie hours I came out and the shoe was barking at me, I was sent directly to my room. Guess I'm not allowed to play with that toy anymore, well unless it invites me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233242781031158402-1300064792358299604?l=pedrohannibal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/feeds/1300064792358299604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/rules-rules-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/1300064792358299604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233242781031158402/posts/default/1300064792358299604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrohannibal.blogspot.com/2009/08/rules-rules-rules.html' title='Rules Rules Rules'/><author><name>Pedro the Puppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876849857628922024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La3KANB9p0o/SomubEBmWxI/AAAAAAAAABI/W5J6pjh8Yc4/S220/Picture+018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
