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	<title>My Name is Gigi</title>
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		<name>Gigi</name>
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		<title>PSSST! MOM!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>I just heard Gigi complaining to Clarice...so I eavesdropped!<br /><br />Another dog show...how wonderful!  For sure you are taking me right?<br />Clarice told Gigi not to complain – at least she was going!!<br />You know Gigi...she didn&#039;t seem too happy!  She is a stick in the mud!  <br /><br />No, I don&#039;t think I&#039;m sorry for saying that...it is true you know!<br /><br />SO.......When are we going? <br />Can we leave now?<br />How long do I have to wait?<br />Is Nico coming?<br />Do I get treats?<br />Do I get to run around the ring with other little girls?<br />Will there be dirt? <br />Can I make mud again?<br />Can we go shopping?<br />Don&#039;t you think I should have a pretty new lead?<br />Is Papa coming?<br />Should I go wait by the door?<br /><br />I am so excited!!! <br /><br />Can I be good?  I am always good!<br /><br />Well, yes I remember that...but it was “on accident”!  I forgot what I was suppose to be doing outside with Papa...when we came back it...it just hit me all at once!  Sorry!<br /><br />Me?? I don&#039;t annoy Gigi!  Really, she just thinks I do!  How can you annoy someone that is clued so close to Papa anyway?<br /><br />I promise!  I will try to be good!<br /><br />Yes, I will try hard...but remember I am only a baby.....Just sayin&#039;!</h4><br /><br /><img src="images/gabbyandnico1.jpg" width="357" height="438" alt="" />]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130516-062145</id>
		<issued>2013-05-16T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-16T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>LET&#039;S MAKE A DEAL!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>OK, so let me make sure I have the facts straight on this before I agree to anything!<br /><br />You want to take me to ANOTHER dog show!  Oh lordy, lordy, Give me strength!  <br /><br />However, I do not – may I repeat that – I do not have to walk around the ring? No matter what - not even if it has carpet! I do not have to let some stranger feel me up and down and then pat my head? This is true?<br /><br />The hotel has rocks and grass which means I can chose to potty on the rocks or grass.  Are we certain of this?<br /><br />You will not let Gabby annoy me – much?  Just how much is &#039;much&#039;?<br /><br />OK, I understand you can&#039;t control even little detail.<br /><br />My option is to stay home?<br /><br />Is Papa staying home?<br /><br />Well OK then...that is settled, I&#039;m going!<br /><br />Now, when is it and where is it?  Do I get to ride in front with you?  Will Papa be able to carry me around the show grounds? Is there like a really good reward for me if I am a good girl?<br /><br /><em>“None of your business, No and No....maybe if you are good!  But you have to be very good!!”</em><br /><br />Well I would consider NOT peeing on the rug in the hotel room being very, very good –  unlike some other little girl I know – agreed?<br /><br />Great...so I get a new toy and when you drive – I get to sit with Papa.  I can live with that!<br /><br />Sign me up!  I will concern it my job to supervise the goings on at the show.  This I can do!<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi.</h4>]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130515-161245</id>
		<issued>2013-05-15T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-15T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>WHERE ARE WE GOING?</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Why are you packing your clothes up?  Where are we going?  Tell me I am not going to another dog show...I am just getting over the last one!<br /><br />No dog show?  What do you mean it&#039;s not &quot;WE&quot; - it&#039;s you? Why are you leaving?  You don&#039;t have to you know...I&#039;m not angry at you anymore!  I didn&#039;t mean to be so hostile but – come on – don&#039;t you think you did deserved it – just a little.<br /><br />NO?  I&#039;m surprised at that...OK, maybe I got a tad carried away by calling you an &#039;old woman&#039;!  I know you aren&#039;t really old....unless of course you look at it from my stand point...in dog years you are way over 400 years old!<br /><br />You&#039;re right!  We shouldn&#039;t look at it that way!<br /><br />So tell me...what&#039;s up!<br />Nice.<br />OK.<br />Fun.<br /><br />Well you have a good time with the grand girls!  I know their performances will be just great.<br /><br />I will be very happy to stay home to help Papa – yes, I will eat and be a good girl.  No, I won&#039;t fight with Gabby – unless she starts it!  Yes, I&#039;ll make sure that Simon is a good boy!  You know he is always good when Nico isn&#039;t around...I am guessing you are taking Nico and Clarice, right?<br /><br />Just so you know, Simon misses you when you are gone.  He tries to act like he is all brave but he is a big ole softy!  Yes, I will be nice to him too!<br /><br />You make it sound like I am a real tyrant!  I &#039;can&#039; be nice!<br /><br />So, you are going to bring us back something right?  Like maybe some bully sticks!<br /><br />Kiss, Kiss and all that!<br /><br />Will I miss you?  Let&#039;s see...I will have my Papa all to myself!  Do you really want me to answer that?<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi.</h4>]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130510-050638</id>
		<issued>2013-05-10T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-10T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>PSSST! MOM!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>What dog show was Gigi at??<br /><br />Personally, I had myself a blast!  What fun!  Great grass to run around in...I love to potty in the grass!  I love they way it tickles me!  <br /><br />If that wasn&#039;t wonderful enough … how great is it to have dirt to roll around in....especially dirt that smells like a horse.  And did you see the humungous pee I left in the ring!!  That was spectacular!!  <br /><br />Who knew that dirt and pee make mud!!<br /><br />And those little things that would pop their heads out of the grounds to say hello to me while I was running...they weren&#039;t scary!  They just wanted to play too!<br /><br />Pack my bags!  I am ready for the next adventure!<br /><br />Maybe Gigi should stay home....just sayin&#039;!</h4>]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130509-071337</id>
		<issued>2013-05-09T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-09T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>TWO DOG SHOWS!!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Grass!!  You made me walk on GRASS!<br /><br />You know I can be a reasonable woman most times but what you put me through these last two shows goes above and beyond the limits of what I accept as reasonable!<br /><br />Let me just list the things for you that are not acceptable to me:<br /><br />1. Walking on grass!  If I have told you once – I am sure I have told you a zillion, billion times....I DO NOT walk on grass...Not only grass – but grass that is full of weeds with lots of dirt patches.  Really Mom?  For a Queen!?<br /><br />2. Walking on grass that has gofers sticking their heads out to see who is walking by!  Gofers!!  Scare the heck right out of me!<br /><br />3. Walking on dirt!  Where is the carpet you said there would be!!<br /><br />4. Let&#039;s just add to the list the fact that I hate Dog Shows!  I hate dog shows! What don&#039;t you understand about that!<br /><br />You can give me all the Jack Daniels you want.  It will never change my mind about showing.  I am not totally unreasonable.  I don&#039;t mind being with you guys at a show...sitting on Papa&#039;s lap watching other dogs run around a ring looking stupid!!  However, it is beneath me to lower myself to such activities!  I am putting my paw down!!<br /><br />You had me away from home for four – count them – four long days!  Not to mention the short show with the gofers and dirt!  <br /><br />My whole routine was upset.  There was no office to go to with Papa to eat a quiet dinner. TDo you really want me to start on what it is like being with Gabby in a small room for that long!  She can try the patience of a saint!  <br /><br />Yes, I do know I am not a saint!  Never said I was!<br /><br />Do you know just how upset I was when after I ran around for you for three days and you promised me I didn&#039;t have to run around in that dirty old HORSE arena again on the fourth day...you pulled me out of my nice warm, safe crate...ran a brush over me...and made me walk around again.  Without as much as a “Hey Gigi, could you show for us one more time?”<br /><br />I really don&#039;t care if it was an emergency or not!  I want respect!!<br /><br />I have reached my limit you old woman!  Yes, I am mad!  No I don&#039;t want adventure.  I want warm, soft beds.  I want my home!  I want my Papa!  I want normalcy! I will have to think about it but I don&#039;t feel that I can ever eat again!  Check on me in a couple of days just in case I change my mind though!!<br /><br />Obviously, Nico and Gabby like shows...so I say let them have at it.  They have my blessing! I am the Queen and I decree that my show days are over.  I just want to sit and watch...give me a cute bow to wear...and I will even allow little kids to pet me.<br /><br />Are we clear? <br />Good!  <br /><br />What do you mean would I like to do Rally?  Does it involve grass or dirt?  Do I have to get off my Papa&#039;s lap?<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi.<br /></h4><br /><br /><img src="images/gigismiles.jpg" width="357" height="441" alt="" /><br /><br />]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130508-061959</id>
		<issued>2013-05-08T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-08T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>SLAP MY KNEE!  ROLL OVER FUNNY!!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Yes, I know we are going to Vegas and you don&#039;t have much time but I just have to write this down before I forget!!   Relax, Vegas isn&#039;t going anywhere!  Plus, it&#039;s hot there...you will get all cranky!<br /><br />As I was saying...slap my knee and roll over laughing at Nico – Oh Nico!!  You made my day!  I thought I held the title for the worst eater and best manipulator – until I realized than eating is a good thing that is!<br />  <br />You, my dear friend, take the cake!  You are the best there is...you are even better than me!<br /><br />Yes, Mom – I do think this is funny! Extremely funny!<br /><br />So the other day....Papa gave Nico dinner...while you were away relaxing at Yoga.  Of course he turned his nose up at it.  So Papa tried the - put Clarice in the pen with him as incentive to eat.  That usually works...not this time!  At first I couldn&#039;t figure what he was holding out for...until you got home and it became very clear.<br /><br />Poor Mom, comes home all relaxed and feeling great.  The dogs are fed...what a nice break for her.  That is until Papa tells her he tried everything to get Nico to eat...nothing worked.<br /><br />She&#039;s in a good mood so she gives you a different kibble...you think about it.  I can see your little pea brain working...you get her to spill a few nuggets for you.  Yes, you nibble at them... that tastes good doesn&#039;t it.<br /><br />The rest of us are standing around watching you.<br /><br />Your next move....after eating the few kibble she spilled for you is great...look up at her with those big sorrowful eyes....so she will spill more. Yes, it is working!  You got her just where you want her don&#039;t you little guy!<br /><br />She gets distracted so Papa spills some for you....this is the part I love!!!  This is the classic move that makes you my hero!<br /><br />You don&#039;t eat the kibble...you look up at Mom!<br /><br />“Be a good boy, Nico...eat!”<br />Just stare at her...yes, just like that - with those big eyes looking so sorrowful.<br /><br />“What do you want?  Eat the kibble!”<br /><br />“No”, Nico says...”I don&#039;t want them if Papa spills them.”<br /><br />You get Mom to actually touch the kibble and move them around for you on the floor....Yep that is what you wanted.  Mom needs to pay full attention to you, right little guy!  You eat them!<br /><br />You are the man!  I give you credit...you got her good.  Even Papa laughed!<br /><br />Mom laughed too!  Boy Yoga really put her in a good mood!  However, you better watch out...I hear tell than when you finish in the show ring...Mom is going to do the &#039;tough love&#039; &quot;eat or starve&quot; on you!!<br /><br />For today....you are my hero!<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi</h4>.]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130507-053048</id>
		<issued>2013-05-07T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-05-07T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>PSSST! MOM!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>I think I am having a growing spurt!!  It makes me feel like running and running...I just can&#039;t stop myself. <br /> <br />Did you see....Gigi is playing with me!  She says I am not suppose to tell anyone because her playing is not befitting a queen – whatever that means!<br /><br />Nico likes to play with me too...but you or Papa always seem to hear us and make us stop!  Is it bad to try to eat his fur and pull on his legs? <br /> <br />How come it is OK to do it to Simon and not Nico? OOH, I didn&#039;t know it wasn&#039;t OK to do to Simon either...that is an interesting turn of events!  Who can I terrorize?  Hey where is Kayla!?<br /><br />Gigi told me I am going to my very first dog show.  I am so excited!  I heard all about them – although – Nico says I should listen to him and not Gigi if I want to do good.  Do I have to do good?<br /><br />Nico says we get to run around in a ring!  With other puppies?  That is wonderful!  I bet I can run them over like I do Nico....you just wait and see.<br /><br />OH Boy!!  Doggie door is open – I gotta go! I gotta go!  Better get out of my way – I really got to go!!<br /><br />I&#039;m just saying!</h4>]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130423-071215</id>
		<issued>2013-04-23T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-04-23T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title> DEMOLITION!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Watch Out!  Mom has got the world&#039;s biggest hammer....and she is breaking things!  She says it does wonders for your stress level.<br /><br />Since I don&#039;t have a stressed bone in my body I guess I can&#039;t really understand her fascination with the hammer.  <br /><br />Hold on...What do you say? I do understand stress?  Really?  So that is what it is called when I have to go to a dog show, stand on a grooming table while some strangers puts their hands all over me....and I make the whole table shake?<br />  <br />The table didn&#039;t shake so much the last time..I found the joys of some guy named Jack Daniels! He needs to come to all my shows!<br /><br />Well then, getting a bath is pretty stressful too...although, I still don&#039;t see how breaking things – Mom calls it &#039;demolition&#039; helps anything!  <br /><br />You should see what she did to the closet!  It is one big &#039;demolition site”!  If I was Papa I would be pretty upset with her!<br />She took all the clothes out...she even made Papa throw his away!  OK so maybe not all of them...but she told him if it had dust on it – it was out!  <br /><br />Good thing I had a bath today...no dust on me.  I think if they look...Gabby has dust on her!!<br /><br />Then she made Papa rip up the carpet!  What do you mean you didn&#039;t &#039;make&#039; him do it?  You did too!  You told him it collected dust and dog hair – so out it goes!  Papa said you were the &#039;boss&#039;...so you did so make him do it.<br /><br />You better make up your mind too...first you took everything out and now you are talking about putting it all back - only different!  It is a closet woman...who but you and Papa ever see it!<br /><br />I heard you met some real cowboys the other day on your walk...you were all excited about it until you realized that the steers they were driving were headed down the road that you were walking up!  <br /><br />So, how did it feel getting chased by a bunch of wild steers!  How come no picture?<br /><br />OK, I would love to have seen you running down the road trying to get away from them. Country girl you are not!<br /><br />I also heard....what do you mean from whom?  From Papa – who else?  What do you think we do upstairs all day....he fills me in on what is going on downstairs!  A queen must have eyes all over the place – especially around this house!<br /><br />So – didn&#039;t you go see a little horse named Chance?  I knew you were smelling a little &#039;earthy&#039; when you came home!  Just don&#039;t get any crazy ideas about bringing him home.<br /><br />Humans!  Got to love them or they won&#039;t feed you!  Of course in Nico&#039;s case I guess that really isn&#039;t a issue, is it?!<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi.</h4><br /><br />CAN I RIDE HIM?<br /><img src="images/MINICOLT3.jpg" width="357" height="413" alt="" /><br /><br />YOU HAVE A CRAZED LOOK IN YOUR EYES!  PUT THAT HAMMER DOWN!<br /><img src="images/hammer.jpg" width="241" height="451" alt="" /><br /><br />OH MY!  YOU MADE A MESS! WAIT TIL PAPA SEES THIS!<br /><img src="images/hammer1.jpg" width="357" height="267" alt="" />]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130421-055358</id>
		<issued>2013-04-21T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-04-21T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>PSSSST! MOM!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Did you see what Dr. Dan took out of my mouth!?  Did you know he was going to give me needles and make me feel all funny?  <br /><br />Gee Whiz, my eyes got so heavy, I couldn&#039;t even hold my own head up! Next thing I know I am waking up...my mouth felt like someone was digging in it.<br /><br />You knew!  You actually knew what he was going to do to me and YOU ALLOWED IT!  Sorry is not enough - and no, just one cookie will not make me feel better...you owe me big, very big! Like maybe three cookies!<br /><br />Not happy!  Not happy at all!<br />  <br />Just so you know....I am never going to the vets again!  And if you make me - Dr. Dan had better watch his fingers around me! <br /><br />I&#039;m just saying!</h4><br /><br />THOSE DID NOT COME OUT OF MY MOUTH!<br /><img src="images/gabbytooth.jpg" width="357" height="293" alt="" /><br /><br />SOMEBODY PLANTED THOSE IN ME FOR SURE!<br /><img src="images/gabbytooth1.jpg" width="357" height="268" alt="" />]]></content>
		<id>http://mynameisgigi.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry130419-145609</id>
		<issued>2013-04-19T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-04-19T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>MAKE UP YOUR MIND!	</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<h4>Please – make up your mind!  Is it Winter or is it Spring?  Mother Nature is a woman for sure!  One day she is hot – the next she is cold!<br /><br />Woke up this morning to a frozen deck!  Actually, it was pretty frozen last night too!  I am smart - I know to go out, do my business get right back in bed with Papa.  Not Nico and Gabby!  Gabby gets her face full of snow – then – she jumps into bed with us and shakes in my Papa&#039;s face!  She gets away with it for two reasons...first, they &#039;think&#039; she is still just a baby.  Second, she had a very traumatic day at the vets.<br /><br />I could have told her when she was so excited that she was going to the vets that nothing good ever happens to us there.  Love that Dr. Dan but he is always poking us with needles or in Clarice&#039;s case – sticking his finger where no man should ever go on her!!<br /><br />I am a sympathetic, caring queen...I feel for poor Gabby.  I do too!!<br /><br />She went in to have her canine teeth pulled.  I knew it couldn&#039;t just be a simple thing.  Dr. Dan is always looking to find something else he can do while he has you out for the count!  This time he found that her molars were not coming out...so he had to cut...like with a knife...cut her gums!  <br /><br />Not being totally heartless, he did give Mom some good drugs to give Gabby!  She doesn&#039;t want to take them. She says they smell funny! She will take her antibiotic...but for some reason she doesn&#039;t like – even if you hide it in a meatball – to take the pain medication.  Now that is just a shame!  A down right crying shame!<br /><br />She has no sense!  That Gabby girl could be milking it here for the next few days. Lying in her bed...getting carried around.  Moan once and Mom will be very attentive..but no...she has to act as if nothing has happen to her.  Mom says she is a trooper!  I say she is plain dumb!  I think the cold has froze her brain cells!<br /><br />Talk about changing your mind too often...Mom now is trying to decide if she wants her hair short or to grow it out more!  First, she decides she will grow it out...then it gets to the point that she hates...so she says she thinks she should cut it.  I know exactly what is going to happen...she will get it cut short – then say, I should try growing it out!  Mom must be related to Mother Nature!<br /><br />We are scheduled to go to dog shows...two weekends in a row!!  Personally, I think that is abusive but Mom says her and Papa are on the search for a major for Nico.  The rumor around the bedroom is that we are ALL going to the show in Utah.  ALL as in Clarice and Simon too!  Bring the cats why don&#039;t you!  OK, I know someone is going to have to double bunk...just hear me now, I will stay with Simon but do not – I repeat – do not put me in with Gabby!  She does not know how to share and on top of that – she is a crate hog!!<br /><br />This is my life.  My name is Gigi.</h4>]]></content>
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		<issued>2013-04-17T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2013-04-17T00:00:00Z</modified>
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