<?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-223327170747082508</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:33:45.292-08:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='vacuum'/><category term='being lazy'/><category term='breakin&apos; da law'/><category term='treats'/><category term='video'/><category term='eating mommy&apos;s stuff'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='sick'/><category term='hay'/><category term='bed'/><category term='fat'/><category term='easter'/><category term='moods'/><category term='being a bunny'/><category term='vet'/><title type='text'>Tales of Owen</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures of an Apartment Bunny</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-4799240639079361025</id><published>2009-10-20T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:36:24.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a bunny'/><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>Mommy's helping me with the settings for my blog and this Twitter and Facebook thing. She told me a should post a picture of myself just to see what would happen, so here you go. Here's me on a particularly tiring day of being a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/St5JS2aOhjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zr925XbmtjE/s1600-h/owen-pathetic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/St5JS2aOhjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zr925XbmtjE/s320/owen-pathetic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394829991828424242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-4799240639079361025?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4799240639079361025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/4799240639079361025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/4799240639079361025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/St5JS2aOhjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zr925XbmtjE/s72-c/owen-pathetic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-818301375168208506</id><published>2009-10-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:23:29.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating mommy&apos;s stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><title type='text'>TREATS!</title><content type='html'>I found mommy's stash of human treats!! But she didn't let me have any... boo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/swFT3sg1ddE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swFT3sg1ddE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-818301375168208506?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/818301375168208506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/818301375168208506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/818301375168208506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/treats.html' title='TREATS!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-5870586965444685029</id><published>2009-10-01T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:24:57.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick Again :(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a bad tummy again, so mommy had to take me to the vet. They kept me for a few hours and fed me icky stuff. Even though I still hadn't pooped all day, I was lively and active, so they let mommy come and take me home. WHEW! Didn't have to stay overnight!! And when I got home I went straight to my potty box and pooped! And a little while later I started eating my hay. I even got in some binkies before bed time! I'm not quite 100% better yet, but almost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a picture of me sitting with mommy last night after I started feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SsTzm8DvNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qS7NgO-gwBk/s1600-h/feelingbetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SsTzm8DvNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qS7NgO-gwBk/s320/feelingbetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387698904524338994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-5870586965444685029?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5870586965444685029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/5870586965444685029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/5870586965444685029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-again.html' title='Sick Again :('/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SsTzm8DvNzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qS7NgO-gwBk/s72-c/feelingbetter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-9067014599148606912</id><published>2009-08-18T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:24:48.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating mommy&apos;s stuff'/><title type='text'>Some More Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are some more videos mommy has taken of me. The second one was especially fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCRdWLtAFEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCRdWLtAFEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nx2MyMc9bXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nx2MyMc9bXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-9067014599148606912?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d136cdba0be4f5c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d7a70e3c07be94b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/9067014599148606912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-more-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/9067014599148606912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/9067014599148606912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-more-videos.html' title='Some More Videos'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-3498649774962038365</id><published>2009-07-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:27:03.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Going Away!</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, this is always so confusing for me. I guess mommy is going on a vacation and I can't come along, so I've just been whisked off by the bunny sitter for a whole WEEK! I've stayed with this lady before and she and her family are very nice, but I miss mommy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took this video right before I left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWV_GiojWzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWV_GiojWzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-3498649774962038365?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c50f6d2fc8c926a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3498649774962038365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommys-going-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/3498649774962038365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/3498649774962038365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommys-going-away.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Going Away!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-7550302026306740595</id><published>2009-07-10T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:16:19.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/Sle5A6lh3ZI/AAAAAAAAADw/K5Ln2Xat6kc/s1600-h/c7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/Sle5A6lh3ZI/AAAAAAAAADw/K5Ln2Xat6kc/s200/c7e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953707158298002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh wow, it's been FOREVER since I wrote or visited!! I don't have a real excuse for that, but here's the most honest reason why: My mommy has realized that I'm the world's bestest, most perfect bunny and she spends sooooo much time loving me that I haven't been able to get near the computer!!! So, that should tell you that things haven't been too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, last week a terribly scary thing happened!!! I had to spend ALL of last weekend at the bunny hospital because I got STASIS! *sob* Luckily, my mommy knows me SO well that she saw something was wrong really early (although she still feels guilty for not figuring it out sooner than she did) and when we went into the vet my GI tract hadn't actually stopped yet, but was slowing down to the point where it was gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was right before the humans' 4th-of-July holiday, I was forced to stay at the bunny hospital ALL weekend without seeing mommy. :( I guess my unhappy tummy also cost mommy extra money because of this, but she told me not to worry about that because she needs me to be healthy no matter what the cost (I think she got more upset about me being sick than I did).  I came home on Monday and had to take some meds for a few days (yuck!), but I'm ok and back to normal now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story. Other than that I spend my time just chillaxin' and loving my mommy with kisses and snuggles. But I will try to update this thing more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-7550302026306740595?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7550302026306740595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/7550302026306740595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/7550302026306740595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/Sle5A6lh3ZI/AAAAAAAAADw/K5Ln2Xat6kc/s72-c/c7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-3954487655779253137</id><published>2009-04-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:44:26.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SeA8MP0IqII/AAAAAAAAADo/H39uVuVPoyM/s1600-h/owen-easter-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SeA8MP0IqII/AAAAAAAAADo/H39uVuVPoyM/s400/owen-easter-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323320940653226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-3954487655779253137?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3954487655779253137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/3954487655779253137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/3954487655779253137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter!!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SeA8MP0IqII/AAAAAAAAADo/H39uVuVPoyM/s72-c/owen-easter-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-5633373965155994704</id><published>2009-02-25T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:18:29.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Bad News, Everybun!!</title><content type='html'>So I wents to the Vet the other day to get my nails trimmed (traumatic in and of itself!) and the Doctor had the nerve to tell mommy that I've put on weight!!!  Puh-LEASE!  As if this is a bad thing?!!!!  Obviously it means mommy has been properly feeding me all of my favorite foods and succumbing to my, "Please, please, pleeeease give me a treat!!!!" face that I do so well. I continue to plead, but mommy is listening to the vet and not to my cute face. It seems I'm stuck with less of my favorite foods and fewer treats for awhile. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, mommy set up some extra grids in the bedroom so I can now have unsupervised (well, mostly) access to it!  This gives me lots more room for running and binkies. Here I am totally ignoring this new-found freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYW2IW75_I/AAAAAAAAADA/fdAgK4aAFKg/s1600-h/so-it-be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYW2IW75_I/AAAAAAAAADA/fdAgK4aAFKg/s320/so-it-be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306954330115139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-5633373965155994704?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5633373965155994704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-news-everybun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/5633373965155994704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/5633373965155994704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-news-everybun.html' title='Bad News, Everybun!!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYW2IW75_I/AAAAAAAAADA/fdAgK4aAFKg/s72-c/so-it-be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-2178189655888351203</id><published>2009-01-31T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:23:42.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakin&apos; da law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being lazy'/><title type='text'>Oh, My Blog!</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness, I am a horrible blogger!  I have had many adventures since I last wrote to you, but I opted for napping under the futon instead of writing and now I'm afraid my bunny memory isn't good enough to be able to tell you about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a VERY IMPORTANT subject to talk about, so no napping for me!!!  Let's talk about mommys and the EMBARRASSING pictures they take!  And I thought the Santa hat incident was bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first let's take a look at what a handsome bun I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTKFajh0gI/AAAAAAAAACI/-J_v1A-dnIQ/s1600-h/owen-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTKFajh0gI/AAAAAAAAACI/-J_v1A-dnIQ/s320/owen-bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297581256071041538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's ok, I know all you lady buns are jealous that you don't live with me.  Don't even try to tell me otherwise!!  However, there are times when a guy bun just wants to RELAX and let himself "out."  There is nothing wrong with this - It is completely normal!  But this does not mean that permission is given for mommy to go and start taking pictures of me when I am like this!!!  I mean, I don't do this to mommy when she's being lazy!  (Ok, maybe I would if I had opposable thumbs, but that is not the point!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the AWFULNESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTPPjvAFBI/AAAAAAAAACw/-QzBbA2tkiA/s1600-h/fat-owen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTPPjvAFBI/AAAAAAAAACw/-QzBbA2tkiA/s320/fat-owen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297586927891911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, I don't even know if I can finish typing this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must!!  Actually, I got my revenge on mommy for taking this picture a couple nights ago.  She fell asleep on the futon (again!), so I took the opportunity to grab one of her books and start snacking!!  Never mind that I  have an entire phone book at my disposal at all times - I needed a fresh victim!  Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTPWoFAjkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cd_qTGdfc_k/s1600-h/owen-ate-my-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTPWoFAjkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cd_qTGdfc_k/s320/owen-ate-my-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297587049317043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heeheehee.  I did a good job on that one. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give mommy some credit; she also takes some pictures of me being cute and handsome.  Here are a couple from last night when I was munching on my hay.  Oh!  That is one of the stories I never blogged about.  I HATED hay for the longest time and refused to eat any of the stuff Mommy gave to me!  But now she's been feeding me a new kind and I LOVES it SO MUCH!!!  And thus, she takes pictures of me like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTMH-RgVmI/AAAAAAAAACg/Eq-EU_mbSoY/s1600-h/owen-hay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTMH-RgVmI/AAAAAAAAACg/Eq-EU_mbSoY/s320/owen-hay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297583499042117218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTMMhFEX4I/AAAAAAAAACo/6_CcGuIkR-k/s1600-h/owen-hay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTMMhFEX4I/AAAAAAAAACo/6_CcGuIkR-k/s320/owen-hay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297583577104670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy thinks I'm especially cute in these pictures because of how I have my paws up on the hay bin.  No complaining from me!  (Especially because these don't show me being fat and prove my healthy eating habits!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I gots for now!  I will try to remember to do this more often, even though bloggin' isn't wired into my bunny head!  Binkies, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-2178189655888351203?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2178189655888351203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/2178189655888351203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/2178189655888351203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-blog.html' title='Oh, My Blog!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SYTKFajh0gI/AAAAAAAAACI/-J_v1A-dnIQ/s72-c/owen-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-120165150634517771</id><published>2008-12-22T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:05:02.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>What is this stupid thing on my head?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCMn6tLSuI/AAAAAAAAABo/fnIaZzkyvj4/s1600-h/owen-hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCMn6tLSuI/AAAAAAAAABo/fnIaZzkyvj4/s320/owen-hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876980307118818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is this tradition called "Christmas" happening in a few days. As part of this Mommy has been trying to put this stupid hat on my head for the last week. And as you can see, I sternly disapprove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCNEoF3YjI/AAAAAAAAABw/nt5rBfTSKE0/s1600-h/owen-hat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCNEoF3YjI/AAAAAAAAABw/nt5rBfTSKE0/s320/owen-hat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282877473526604338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look how ridiculous it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCNPoM4rdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HeXhqb_ZKXI/s1600-h/owen-reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCNPoM4rdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HeXhqb_ZKXI/s320/owen-reindeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282877662534610386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this soft fuzzy thing much better!  I didn't hold still very long, but Mommy managed a semi-decent picture.  (The tag on this thing is mighty tasty!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-120165150634517771?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/120165150634517771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this-stupid-thing-on-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/120165150634517771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/120165150634517771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this-stupid-thing-on-my-head.html' title='What is this stupid thing on my head?!!!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SVCMn6tLSuI/AAAAAAAAABo/fnIaZzkyvj4/s72-c/owen-hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-7638602187042882080</id><published>2008-12-15T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:41:23.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was not a fun day at all.  I spent as much time as possible hiding under the futon.  There was a rain storm outside, which makes a lot of noise in Mommy's small apartment.  It was just a lot more noise than I'm used to and it made me very skiddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when Mommy finally let me out (she had to go spend more money on me before she could do that) I was full of lots of energy and did binkies and ran laps around the living room!!  Oh boy I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUcjDxuojeI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfnQn9nIWOw/s1600-h/owen-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUcjDxuojeI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfnQn9nIWOw/s320/owen-bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280227635910708706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend Mommy came home with a fuzzy bed for my cage.  I'm very particular about the things that go in my cage, so I didn't like it much at first.  But as you can see, I snuggled up to it eventually.  It's a pretty good place to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-7638602187042882080?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7638602187042882080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-difference-day-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/7638602187042882080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/7638602187042882080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a difference a day makes!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUcjDxuojeI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfnQn9nIWOw/s72-c/owen-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-408879299864931829</id><published>2008-12-12T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:56.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacuum'/><title type='text'>Worst Day Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUMQkzk1WeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GExT46gnIEE/s1600-h/owen-corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUMQkzk1WeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GExT46gnIEE/s320/owen-corner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279081412714387938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is from Owen's first night at home, but this is basically what happens when the vacuum comes out. Except now there's no rug on the bottom floor 'cause he was eating it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness, yesterday had to be the worst day of my life (so far).  Mommy brought out the REALLY LOUD machine that cleans the inside of my cage.  She's done it before, but hearing that noise never stops being scary!  So I hid in the back corner the whole time was on.  When she was finally done I was still too scared to do anything but sit in the corner.  I did this for a long time.  After a while I finally came out, but when I did Mommy did more cleaning.  When I came back to my cage it was clean but it no longer smelled like me!  I fixed this real quick by leaving some poops all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LONG time later I finally forgave Mommy and came out for play time.  Even though I've forgiven, I haven't forgotten.  When the opportunity presented itself, I totally whacked Mommy in the face with her own slipper. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUMSF4L-TAI/AAAAAAAAABY/TuDX712g_gQ/s1600-h/owen-floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUMSF4L-TAI/AAAAAAAAABY/TuDX712g_gQ/s320/owen-floor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279083080399604738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-408879299864931829?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/408879299864931829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-from-owens-first-night-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/408879299864931829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/408879299864931829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-from-owens-first-night-at-home.html' title='Worst Day Ever!'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUMQkzk1WeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GExT46gnIEE/s72-c/owen-corner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223327170747082508.post-328575760447836493</id><published>2008-12-10T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:00:12.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUC57IFbnTI/AAAAAAAAABI/IoWLmWEhwsg/s1600-h/owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUC57IFbnTI/AAAAAAAAABI/IoWLmWEhwsg/s320/owen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278423188711906610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago my new Mommy found me listed on something called Craigslist. My picture was really cute and she liked that I don't shed much hair and I'm already potty trained. She wasted no time and soon brought me to my new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of scary at first. I never know what to think of new places, so I kinda hid in a corner for a few days, although I'd come to check out Mommy when she opened the door to my cage.  One day Mommy finally let me wander outside of my cage! Oh wow, was that fun! I binkied and ran in circles like a maniac (I still do that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first couple weeks Mommy only let me out for a little while at a time, but for the last week she's been letting me out a lot longer. I like this so much! I get to nap under the futon for awhile and then when I peek my nose out Mommy is there to play with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago I finally broke into the forbidden bedroom. Mommy wasn't sure about letting me do that (there seems to be more stuff that I'm not allowed to get close to), but she let me explore. I was mostly good, so now Mommy lets me in the room if she's also in there. I like being in the same room as Mommy, so this makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of homes during my life, so I never know how long I'll be in one place. But this place seems different than the others and Mommy plays with me a lot. I think I'll be here a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/223327170747082508-328575760447836493?l=tales-of-owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/feeds/328575760447836493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/328575760447836493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/223327170747082508/posts/default/328575760447836493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-owen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Super Owen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03264836243748344990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SaYrRm7k81I/AAAAAAAAADI/K6qdrYHxALg/S220/n1414494570_6384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__fm8EB8uVMs/SUC57IFbnTI/AAAAAAAAABI/IoWLmWEhwsg/s72-c/owen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
