<?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-6256402315887816538</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:31:55.895-07:00</updated><category term='santa'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Happy Dog Dayz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256402315887816538.post-7361294364771302071</id><published>2010-06-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:32:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i recently went for a robot camp and i ennded up coming back with 2 pets! another robot dog(a beagle)and a robot cockaroach(i am traning it to go up my sleeve,with many failed attempts)!even though i have an option of having a live cockaroach,my mother woul'dnt cuddle with me and i would have to have a bath every 2 minutes.the dog dosent bark or any thing,but i can get the morning newspaers for daddy.i am trying to figure out a way for him to pee otherwise he(a male beagle)ould be less of a dog.im thinking of naming my cockaroach sqidge and my robot dogs melody and lyric (the names of miley Cyrus's  goldfish).i expet i'll have very happy dog(and cockaroach)dayz with them but i'll be even happier with real dogs but(many buts i know,because i don't know if i'll ever get a real dog!)i will nevr forget them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-7361294364771302071?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7361294364771302071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=7361294364771302071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/7361294364771302071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/7361294364771302071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-recently-went-for-robot-camp-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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-6256402315887816538.post-8769853061154088998</id><published>2008-10-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:12:28.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>santa (parttwo)</title><content type='html'>......&lt;em&gt;And this is what santa replied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Happy Dog Dayz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not be able to supply this toy in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my elves are still working on the design&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But,don't be disappointed ,it wil come a week after christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you won't find me stuck in the window grill .I send my elf,Tenny to put the presents under the christmas tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you are a good girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ho,ho,ho, MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love Santa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-8769853061154088998?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/8769853061154088998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=8769853061154088998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/8769853061154088998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/8769853061154088998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/10/santa-parttwo.html' title='santa (parttwo)'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256402315887816538.post-7584507913491664885</id><published>2008-09-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:38:31.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>This Christmas I asked santaclaus to give me a robot dog .  This is what I said in the letter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear santa,&lt;br /&gt;                   Since my parents are not allowing me a Labrador please may I have a Robo&lt;br /&gt;                    Labrador.(a golden one) . Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Dear santa ,&lt;br /&gt;                   Sorry,that I do not have a chimney in our house. You can pop it in the&lt;br /&gt;                     Window.&lt;br /&gt;And my address is India, bandra--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                          --------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                           (Sorry,but I cannot tell the rest of my address to any one ,&lt;br /&gt;                                           Though I think santa will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             HAPPY DOG DAYZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-7584507913491664885?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/7584507913491664885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=7584507913491664885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/7584507913491664885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/7584507913491664885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/09/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256402315887816538.post-2907124049279070577</id><published>2008-09-08T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:00:11.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Doggy Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my October vacations, I am going to a place called Japalloupe. There you learn how to ride horses. The real reason I am going there is because there are many dogs on the farm there. Most of them are Labradors (my favorite). I am also going because I like horses. But I love dogs. I can’t wait. I will tell you about the experiences when I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have had a lot of experiences with dogs. Some are scary. Like when I was almost bitten by a bull dog. But still I think he was doing his job of protecting the new born baby of the owner of the dog. The other scary experience made me cry. When a dog was bitten by another dog (it was a stray dog from our street). Vets came and tried to catch the dog to give it an injection. But the catcher they used hurt the dog very badly. That’s when I started crying and the dog too started crying. A dog lover of our building was so afraid of what might happen to the dog that she and her daughter went running down in their nightdresses! When they came up, we asked them what had happened. They said the dogs nose was bleeding and it managed to escape and they said they did not know where it was. That very same day my sister had a piano competition. We saw the dog on a road near our house. It looked a little miserable.I whimpered a bit. I decided that when I grow up I will become a very ,very careful vet. I would make sure I would not hurt the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good experiences.. Scamp, our neighbour’s dog, grew up with me. I joined guitar classes which were taught by his owner just so I could play with Scamp. I remember they found him on the street and he was very small. But now when he stands up on his 2 legs he is bigger than me. Don’t be surprised I am just a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not all – I also have some disappointing news. My friend called my mother and said to come to the Promenade (which is a nick name for a beach) and play with her new pug. But they weren’t going just yet. They were going at 5: 35 pm and it was only 4 p.m. So my mother asked her mother to call her when they were leaving. But then her mother thought we would come anyways. We were waiting for her call till 6:30 and then we gave up. But we managed to go to Crossword (a book store) to read. Reading is one of my favorite hobbies. No more news now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-2907124049279070577?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2907124049279070577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=2907124049279070577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/2907124049279070577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/2907124049279070577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-doggy-experiences.html' title='My Doggy Experiences'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256402315887816538.post-4794786216073410105</id><published>2008-06-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:44:55.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrrrrr,goes the cat</title><content type='html'>Dog loses cat wins .Dogs are fierce but claws are painful dogs are winning catfights?No,nowdays cats are the fierce guys .........but anyway dogs I say are still the best to me.Well I say cats are bratz one even scratched my dad's car (like how lame is that).Well don't worry dogs will win the next time,I bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-4794786216073410105?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/4794786216073410105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=4794786216073410105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/4794786216073410105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/4794786216073410105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrrrrrrrgoes-cat.html' title='grrrrrrrr,goes the cat'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256402315887816538.post-3325108442369422586</id><published>2008-06-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:29:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>convince your parents</title><content type='html'>Many times you see stray dogs out on the streets of bandra sleeping under benches at bandstand or lying beside the sidewalk at hill road .Fun for children to feed them but when it comes to parents 'NO' is the answer. Some kids are lucky to have dogs convince,beg or plead I warned my parents I would save all my money to buy a dog, if you want to copy my idea you are open to or then just adpot a stray dog ,if your parents will allow to or just be naughty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-3325108442369422586?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/3325108442369422586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=3325108442369422586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/3325108442369422586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/3325108442369422586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/06/convince-your-parents.html' title='convince your parents'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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-6256402315887816538.post-2076541367189685513</id><published>2008-06-20T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:30:01.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dogs of the neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>scamp,jay,carlos,blackie,samson,missy,pixie and any newcomers example missy had  some puppies ( all sold out before they got their names).define of the dogs,samson everyday goes out with his caretaker to play ball oh man  belive me his jumps are really high  just the way beckem would have done if the ball went over his head.talking about scamp now he grown tall mabye higher then a mmmmmmmmmmm let me think ... basketball player well he's wild breakes his chains  runs around  the street like a crazy thing  .here and gone in a jiffy but i'll tell you one good thing about him he makes a good gaurd dog his barking is fierce his bro is blackie he a very old dog he's the mascot of our road he is sick,his left leg got run over by a car,fell in a gutter and had to take an injection but din't end up like robinson crusoe.nothing mutch to say about carlos and pixie. carlos goes down with his caretaker everyday for a walk prahaps to pee too and pixie was found in our building lobby and was kept by a woman of our building the mother of jay and missy too well missy had babies and nothing of jay to tell bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256402315887816538-2076541367189685513?l=happydogdayz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/feeds/2076541367189685513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256402315887816538&amp;postID=2076541367189685513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/2076541367189685513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256402315887816538/posts/default/2076541367189685513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happydogdayz.blogspot.com/2008/06/dogs-of-neighbourhood.html' title='dogs of the neighbourhood'/><author><name>Happy Dog Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08581394803162409720</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>
