<?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-4732130936061072149</id><updated>2012-01-17T20:11:47.424-08:00</updated><category term='kayaking'/><category term='camping'/><title type='text'>Tommy the Dachshund</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-4590592487411694677</id><published>2009-09-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:29:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy and the Great Sand Dunes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SqPjSHehV8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8uzz7Xs0fVk/s1600-h/100_2879.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/_PohRydhnOCY/SqPjSHehV8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8uzz7Xs0fVk/s320/100_2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378392280394717122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SqPg7RpD3jI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hpitJZLNw_U/s1600-h/100_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SqPg7RpD3jI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hpitJZLNw_U/s320/100_2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378389688963030578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left Colorado we went camping at the Great Sand Dunes National Park and Reserve :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy spent the weekend sniffing around the trickling water from Mandano Creek and running up and down and across the dunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-4590592487411694677?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/4590592487411694677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=4590592487411694677' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4590592487411694677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4590592487411694677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2009/09/tommy-and-great-sand-dunes.html' title='Tommy and the Great Sand Dunes!'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SqPjSHehV8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8uzz7Xs0fVk/s72-c/100_2879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-6440962162105579860</id><published>2009-07-16T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:10:35.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes kayaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_breFkbdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E6BbzispR1I/s1600-h/11-mile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_breFkbdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E6BbzispR1I/s320/11-mile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359243621451460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's mother, Lisa, visited us a few weeks ago and for part of her trip we all went camping and kayaking up at 11 Mile State Park.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy loves camping and sleeps better than anyone all snuggled up between Jill and Mark deep down insid&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_cZbHTyPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ECc0jJ0LHYQ/s1600-h/campsite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_cZbHTyPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ECc0jJ0LHYQ/s320/campsite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244410927433970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e the sleeping bag. The morning after Tommy's most excellent sleep was too cold for Tommy's comfort but snuggling into a sleeping bag on a chair while the rest of us made breakfast in the cold, July air was quite alright with the spoiled puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy's camping trip included his first kayaking experience.  Tommy bravely headed out onto the water sitting in Jill's lap with his front paws propped up on the front of the kayak.  Very quickly, however, he decided that he would prefer to be in Mark's kayak and began attempting change kayaks mid-lake.  Event&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_c8iK3STI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tkgBPU2nH9s/s1600-h/tommy+kayaking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_c8iK3STI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tkgBPU2nH9s/s320/tommy+kayaking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245014116813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ually we naively thought that if he jumped in o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_dZhpm-BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZcrsPRnCZvs/s1600-h/tommy+swimming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_dZhpm-BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZcrsPRnCZvs/s320/tommy+swimming.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245512193538066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nce he would hate it and never attempt it again.  Tommy licked the water, jumped gleefully into the lake, bobbed under for just a second, popped back up with a splash and doggy paddled to Mark's kayak.  With the handy little handle on Tommy's life vest, Mark hauled Tommy out of the water and into his lap.  And then Tommy licked the water, jumped gleefully into the lake, bobbed and splashed and doggy paddled to Jill's kayak.  He just couldn't decide which was better but he was quite convinced that the other kayak was always better and he loved jumping and swimming and making a wet mess of us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-6440962162105579860?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/6440962162105579860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=6440962162105579860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/6440962162105579860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/6440962162105579860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2009/07/tommy-goes-kayaking.html' title='Tommy goes kayaking'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sl_breFkbdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E6BbzispR1I/s72-c/11-mile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-3716820156811091565</id><published>2009-06-20T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:27:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Vacations in Leadville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0o9RtgznI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ipDk3UZ8IHo/s1600-h/tommyleadville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0o9RtgznI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ipDk3UZ8IHo/s320/tommyleadville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349476965577444978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy visited Leadville, CO last weekend.  Leadville is America's highest city at 10,200 feet above sea level.  Needless to say, it wasn't exactly summer-like up there.  But Tommy had a very good time anyway visiting all of the dog-friendly spots in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the Silver King Inn, a dog-friendly hotel. We were very lucky to find a dog-friendly restaurant, Tennessee &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0opwsFmvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4xyTryxv-uY/s1600-h/marktommyleadville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0opwsFmvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4xyTryxv-uY/s320/marktommyleadville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349476630295583474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pass Cafe, which had a back patio that was completely fenced-in where Tommy could roam free and play while we ate.  We ate there twice.  The food was delicious.  The waitress was super-nice and let us come inside the restaurant with Tommy when it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited a few shops that were friendly to dogs and we also toured the Tabor House, an historic home.  Tommy was allowed inside the home and toured with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0o09R710I/AAAAAAAAAJg/CMaYCvstisc/s1600-h/tommyjillleadville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0o09R710I/AAAAAAAAAJg/CMaYCvstisc/s320/tommyjillleadville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349476822654113602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best of all, we took the Leadville train, a 2.5 hour ride through the Mountains.  This train-ride was also dog-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0pzMvfCzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qFHQ2Tp7uSY/s1600-h/tommyleadvilletrai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0pzMvfCzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qFHQ2Tp7uSY/s320/tommyleadvilletrai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349477891956476722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friendly.  They even had complementary doggie-biscuits :)  Tommy thoroughly enjoyed watching out the train window at the scenery and licking all of the childrens' hands.  He also loved barking at the train whistle.  He fell asleep on the way back to Leadville and then he slept the whole way back to Colorado Springs.  A very good mini-vacation, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-3716820156811091565?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/3716820156811091565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=3716820156811091565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3716820156811091565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3716820156811091565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2009/06/tommy-vacations-in-leadville.html' title='Tommy Vacations in Leadville'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/Sj0o9RtgznI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ipDk3UZ8IHo/s72-c/tommyleadville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-3328115535840685159</id><published>2009-05-18T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:32:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/ShIoMzZcgPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b3f1iuGz7uo/s1600-h/tommy+at+the+reservoir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/ShIoMzZcgPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b3f1iuGz7uo/s320/tommy+at+the+reservoir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337372708807934194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Tommy went geocaching at the Pueblo Reservoir with Jill, Mark and Kaitlin Hoke.  Tommy had so much fun chasing butterflies and sniffing grass.  At lunch time, Tommy got to play in the water, chasing the waves and trying in vain to bite them.  No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get a hold of those waves!&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was time to find a few more caches but, boy, was Tommy tired. Tommy spent the afternoon hikes in the comfort of his backpack lounging while Mark carried him over the hills and down the dry creek beds.  While Mark, Jill and Kaitlin were searching for one cache, Tommy was resting under a Juniper bush, taking advantage of the shade, when suddenly, his backpack lost its balance!  Tommy toppled over inside of his pack and the pack began to roll down the hill toward the ravine with Tommy inside!&lt;br /&gt;Quick as lightning, Kaitlin raced toward Tommy and grabbed his backpack, saving Tommy from an uncertain future at the bottom of a cliff!  Kaitlin is now and forever our hero!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip was, thankfully, uneventful and after the hikes, Tommy got to have ice cream from Sonic.  We are very grateful and happy that Tommy was none the worse for wear after his tumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-3328115535840685159?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/3328115535840685159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=3328115535840685159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3328115535840685159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3328115535840685159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiking.html' title='Hiking!'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/ShIoMzZcgPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b3f1iuGz7uo/s72-c/tommy+at+the+reservoir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-1940844120509415787</id><published>2008-11-21T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:03:14.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy settles in for a long winter's night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/3049658830_d421b8eee2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/3049658830_d421b8eee2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy has discovered that while having pee out in the freezing cold is not a whole lot of fun, sitting by the fire in his warm sweater and comfy bed is the ultimate relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-1940844120509415787?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/1940844120509415787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=1940844120509415787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1940844120509415787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1940844120509415787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/11/tommy-settles-in-for-long-winters-night.html' title='Tommy settles in for a long winter&apos;s night'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-3586670637732874278</id><published>2008-11-15T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:25:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy decorates for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Tommy put up the Christmas tree and decorated the house today.  He had a lot of fun rolling in front of the fire and playing with the tree skirt and sitting in Mark's lap while Mark put the hooks into the christmas ornaments.  It was all fun and games until Tommy discovered that a nutcracker soldier had somehow infiltrated the house and set up camp on the DVD shelf.  He would have NONE of that.  Tommy was happily cleaning out Jill's bowl of cream of mushroom soup when low and behold, Tommy looked up to see the soldier and let out a stream of barks and howls.  As soon as Jill and Mark realized what Tommy was barking at so ferociously, did they remove the offending intruder from Tommy's sight?  No.  Instead they brought the nutcracker soldier down onto the floor and pretended to make him bark back by moving his nut cracking mouth up and down.  Tommy went into hysterics.  Barking and howling and running in circles, and jumping backward and growling.  Tommy hates Mr. Nutcracker.  To make life even worse for Tommy, Jill put a peanutbutter treat inside the nutcracker's mouth to try to gt Tommy to come close to the soldier so the puppy could see that he wooden toy wasn't scary at all.  It took Tommy 10 minutes to work up the courage to grab the treat and run away with it.  Eventually, Tommy was able to approach the nutcracker, sniff him and knock him over.  Heh, the nutcracker soldier isn't so scary afterall, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-3586670637732874278?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/3586670637732874278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=3586670637732874278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3586670637732874278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/3586670637732874278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/11/tommy-decorates-for-christmas.html' title='Tommy decorates for Christmas'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-1008114584846057261</id><published>2008-10-06T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:23:54.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes shopping in Aspen</title><content type='html'>Tommy spent the weekend at Avalanche Ranch in celebration of Mark and Jill's first wedding anniversary.  It rained.  But we still had fun :)  We stayed in an adorable little cabin with a sleeping loft and a tiny kitchen.  We played ping pong while it rained, watched part of O, Brother Where Art Thou, and played a game of Trivial Pursuit.  Tommy caught the ping pong ball for us whenever we dropped it.  Tommy really enjoyed playing with Ruby, a 6 month old yellow lab.  Ruby was nice enough to let Tommy win every now and then :)  Tommy also enjoyed the Apple Festival where he watched Mark and Jill eats lots of food and listen to bluegrass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpJBFBWZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/czyh-jE4Cvg/s1600-h/mark+at+the+cabin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpJBFBWZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/czyh-jE4Cvg/s320/mark+at+the+cabin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254092198157641586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Tommy went Oddball Colorado hunting again.  This time he went in search of oddities in Glenwood Springs and Aspen.  He found the Hotel Colorado where the teddy bear was invented, the world's largest hot springs pool, Doc Holliday's grave stone and Ted Bundy's first and second Colorado prison escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Tommy went shopping in Aspen.  He found a very fun soft frisbee that squeaks and a $60.00 sweater.  Yes, Tommy bought a $60.00 sweater.  But he looks very distinguished in his sweater...much like Sherlock Holmes. Now we just need to find Tommy a Holmes hat and a pipe and he'll be solving mysteries up and down the Front Range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOote2xzVDI/AAAAAAAAACo/WEMOvbQfaRw/s1600-h/sherlock-holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOote2xzVDI/AAAAAAAAACo/WEMOvbQfaRw/s320/sherlock-holmes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254061923404829746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpICwCl6DI/AAAAAAAAACw/S2FjVi6Fyko/s1600-h/tommy+as+sherlock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpICwCl6DI/AAAAAAAAACw/S2FjVi6Fyko/s320/tommy+as+sherlock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254091127373817906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweater came in very handy as we decided to take Independence Pass home. It was 32 degrees and snowing at the top of the pass.  While we were not dressed for such weather, Tommy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpIgtNc9wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lZvY8kdMXCE/s1600-h/mark+and+tommy+on+independence+pass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpIgtNc9wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lZvY8kdMXCE/s320/mark+and+tommy+on+independence+pass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254091642010138370" 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/4732130936061072149-1008114584846057261?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/1008114584846057261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=1008114584846057261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1008114584846057261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1008114584846057261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/10/tommy-goes-shopping-in-aspen.html' title='Tommy goes shopping in Aspen'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SOpJBFBWZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/czyh-jE4Cvg/s72-c/mark+at+the+cabin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-5534845136675965428</id><published>2008-09-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:36:30.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy graduates from puppy obedience school</title><content type='html'>Tommy graduated from obedience training last night! He had a final exam that consisted of walking on a leash and then obeying several commands on demand with lots of distractions. Tommy now knows how to Sit, Lay Down, Sit and Stay, Lay Down and Stay, Drop It, Leave It, Front (coming to us when we call) and he walks on a leash without pulling. He's not perfect and sometimes he can be stubborn but he's learning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy tests the sit command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluRUBEfI/AAAAAAAAACI/2KitnNmFs9M/s1600-h/tommytestingsit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluRUBEfI/AAAAAAAAACI/2KitnNmFs9M/s320/tommytestingsit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368361435795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy's graduation swag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluoGWZtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OyBVEZGeylI/s1600-h/tommyscertificate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluoGWZtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OyBVEZGeylI/s320/tommyscertificate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368367552489170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy practices walking on a leash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluybgKeI/AAAAAAAAACY/GmhdLkUWQnQ/s1600-h/tommytestingwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluybgKeI/AAAAAAAAACY/GmhdLkUWQnQ/s320/tommytestingwalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368370325563874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is starving after graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJlu9q-9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/WPl4-PukMzE/s1600-h/hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJlu9q-9dI/AAAAAAAAACg/WPl4-PukMzE/s320/hungry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368373343286738" 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/4732130936061072149-5534845136675965428?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/5534845136675965428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=5534845136675965428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/5534845136675965428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/5534845136675965428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomy-graduates-from-puppy-obedience.html' title='Tommy graduates from puppy obedience school'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SNJluRUBEfI/AAAAAAAAACI/2KitnNmFs9M/s72-c/tommytestingsit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-5523153739705042425</id><published>2008-09-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:12:48.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy searches for the brotherhood of the white temple</title><content type='html'>Tommy was supposed to visit a cornfield maze and help us navigate through it with his amazing hound sniffing capabilities.  However, the cornfield maze didn't allow pets.  How annoying is that?  What kind of OUTDOOR cornfield maze wouldn't allow dogs too?  Very discriminatory if you ask me.  Then we decided to try the Castle Rock Art Festival in the middle of downtown Castle Rock.  They also didn't allow dogs!  No dogs?!?  No dogs in the middle of a downtown STREET festival?  Who are the people who make up these stupid rules?  They are obviously cruel, hateful people with cold, bitter hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after driving to Denver AND Castle Rock all for nothing we decided to head to Sedalia to hunt for the Brotherhood of the White Temple, which is in the Oddball Colorado book.  This was a rather uncomfortable trip.  The paved road ended abruptly.  Then we turned off the nice wide dirt road onto some mountain roads that were washed out and very, very steep and narrow and that took  us to someone's home...someone who could very well step out onto the porch with a shotgun when they saw us turning around.  We only bottomed out once on these roads.  When we finally got to a sign that read, Brotherhood of the White Temple College and Church, we snapped a picture and got the heck out of Dodge. Driving around a secluded mountain looking for the church of a cult isn't exactly like navigating a cornfield maze at a city botanical garden, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy is back home safe and sound and none the worse for wear although I'm sure he would tell you that driving around in a car all day is not very much fun.  He would have much rather helped mommy and daddy through a cornfield maze.  He's taking a siesta.  Napping all day in the car is exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-5523153739705042425?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/5523153739705042425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=5523153739705042425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/5523153739705042425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/5523153739705042425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/09/tommy-searches-for-brotherhood-of-white.html' title='Tommy searches for the brotherhood of the white temple'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-4590761848670172647</id><published>2008-09-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:16:13.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy rings the bell!</title><content type='html'>In house breaking Tommy we have learned thatas he is so small we don't always realize that he has gone to stand by the door to go outside.  A few times Tommy has waited by the door and then given up and just gone right there.  And he is a rather quiet dog so we needed a way to help him make some noise when he needs to go pee.  We bought a call bell from Office Depot, the ones that sit on hotel desks and have a sign beside them that reads, "Ring bell for service."  We have been making Tommy hit the bell every time he goes outside.  Mark said that this morning, he was trying to train Tommy to hit the bell by holding a treat right at the bell popper so that when Tommy tries to get to the treat he rings the bell with his nose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting by the door reading emails and out of nowhere I heard the call bell ring!  Tommy is so quiet that I didn't realize he had come to stand beside me wanting to go out.  But he rang the bell to get my attention!  He's such a smart little puppy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-4590761848670172647?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/4590761848670172647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=4590761848670172647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4590761848670172647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4590761848670172647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/09/tommy-rings-bell.html' title='Tommy rings the bell!'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-4020814503607035803</id><published>2008-09-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:55:32.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes Oddball Colorado Hunting</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to take Tommy on a little day trip adventure to search for Oddball Colorado landmarks.  So, we packed up our Subaru and our Tommy and headed north to Ft. Collins and Estes Park.  In Ft. Collins we visited the Swetsville Zoo.  As Tommy soon discovered, this was no ordinary zoo.  Instead, it was a zoo filled with industrial art created by former farmer Bill Swets.  Bill has created two-headed dragons, a dragon rock band, a beetle spider and many other fantastic pieces.  Tommy, Mark and I took a stroll through the zoo, which is actually Bill Swet's property.  We wanted to see the Bungled Jungle, which is a faux museum of papier mache artwork also on the Swet property but as it was Labor Day all of the buildings were locked up.  Hopefully, we'll get back to Ft. Collins sometime soon to see this jungle of paper aliens.  I'm sure that Tommy would have enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Swetsville and a lunch on the roadside (Tommy loves gala apples), we headed for Estes Park to see the famous Stanley Hotel, the inspiration for Stephen King's, The Shining.  We had just recently watched the 2nd episode of Ghost Hunters featuring the Stanley Hotel so we were all pumped to see it.  (OK, maybe not Tommy as he had to stay in his backpack for the self-guided little tour.)  We were also disappointed to discover that the Stanley charges $5.00 for tourists who want to visit the hotel but are not guests there.  We were not prepared for this and had to scramble for some cash.  We came up with $4.00 before the guard got tired of waiting on us and let us go on through (a 20% discount!).  We were pretty disappointed all around with the Stanley.  It was a lot smaller than we had imagined and the grounds were not very well kept up.  It looks like it could use some new management, in my opinion.  We didn't stay long, mostly because we wanted Tommy to be able to be somewhere where he could get some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we visited the Estes Park River Walk.  Tommy was amazing on his leash!  He walked with us for quite a while saying hello to other doggies and letting small children pet him.  He had his paws dipped into the Big Thompson river (but only just! It was cold!)  We was the star of the river walk.  Everyone thought he was adorable and cute and tiny and fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the River Walk (not included in Oddball Colorado, we were just letting Tommy run around for a bit) we headed up to the Bald Pate Inn to see their famous key collection.  They have thousands and thousands of keys from all over the world.  They have the key to the Frankenstein Castle, a turkey, the key to My Old Kentucky Home, the key to room 217 at the Stanley, the key to Hitler's house and many, many more.  After the key collection, we had dinner at the Inn.  They had a gorgeous view of Estes Park from high up above and a beautiful old dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy had a very full day of driving up and down Colorado!  But he doesn't seem to mind one bit as he just climbs into his backpack in the back seat and curls up...or rolls out on his back (pictures to come) and goes to sleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-4020814503607035803?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/4020814503607035803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=4020814503607035803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4020814503607035803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4020814503607035803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/09/tommy-goes-oddball-colorado-hunting.html' title='Tommy goes Oddball Colorado Hunting'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-7463009084976061779</id><published>2008-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:52:46.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy pooped</title><content type='html'>in the middle of Petco.  Tommy and I got there early to practice walking on a leash with lots of distractions.  I didn't even realize that he had pooped until he had left a trail of it halfway the length of the store...little pebbles of poop down the whole center aisle.  Way to go, Tommy.  I spent the next 15 minutes cleaning it up and was late getting Tommy to class even though we were a 1/2 hour early to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Tommy aced his test!  He did his puppy push-ups perfectly!  And he walked with daddy in a square sitting and about facing and stopping and turning on a dime!  He watched Mark's every move and was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week we are working on "Stay" from the sit position.  We are also working on "Front" which is a command to make Tommy come immediately to wherever we are the first time rather than the 2nd or 3rd or 10th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-7463009084976061779?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/7463009084976061779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=7463009084976061779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/7463009084976061779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/7463009084976061779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/tommy-pooped.html' title='Tommy pooped'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-2674171111256736043</id><published>2008-08-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:19:59.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy learns to walk with a leash</title><content type='html'>One of Tommy's first homework assignments was to learn to walk on a leash without pulling.  Tommy had to learn to walk beside us and not out in front pulling as hard as he could.  This was a difficult assignment as Tommy's punishment for pulling was an "about face" during which we would suddenly turn and start walking in the opposite direction and Tommy would get yanked around.  Now, Tommy is a very small dog.  Currently he is 7 1/2 Ibs. so whenever he came to the end of the leash running at full speed he would often go spinning through the air or get pulled on his back or even do a cartwheel.  You should have seen us outside a little while ago.  We were out in the park practicing his walking and he was just going everywhere.  It ran like a bad comedy movie where instead of seeing the bad stuff happening you watch people's faces as they cringe and then cringe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally discovered that Tommy doesn't give a flying flip (pun intended) about the "about face" maneuver but he hates getting a shot of water to the face.  So, instead of doing the "about face" we say, "NO!" and spray his face with water from a water bottle.  Tommy got that almost immediately.  For the whole trip around the park Tommy walked beside us and NOT in front of us!  He would even catch himself getting ahead and would do a stutter step in order to slow down.  He's such a good puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite relieved as the next obedience class is tomorrow and I didn't want Tommy to fail his first homework assignment!  Unfortunately, he'll probably only get a B- for the second part of his assignment which was the "puppy push-ups"  He'll go down into the "lay down" position but he still won't go into the "sit" position from the "lay down" position.  C'est la vie.  We can't always get everything right despite being over-achievers, ay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-2674171111256736043?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/2674171111256736043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=2674171111256736043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/2674171111256736043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/2674171111256736043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title='Tommy learns to walk with a leash'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-7071635751911956619</id><published>2008-08-23T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:00:16.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes to the vet</title><content type='html'>Tommy went to the vet this morning for his Rabies shot.  He met a German Shepard and a Brit (the technician giving him his shot) so Tommy had a pretty international morning.  Then he went to Petco to return his treat bag that was ripping and we all discovered there was a doggy rescue fair going on.  Tommy got loads of attention and treats and samples and free toys!  He met other doxies from a doxie rescue but one of them nipped him on his nose so Tommy wasn't a fan of that booth.  Tommy also met a corgie and a very odd looking dog that could have been an alien, we're not sure.  He got to spin the Petco wheel to get a free toy (an orange tennis ball) and he got to see the Nutro lady who always gives him treats and gives us coupons!  Outside at the fair he met a little poodle who was the sweetest dog I've ever met and he met a bull mastiff!  The bull mastiff layed down to get on eye level with little Tommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later in the day, Tommy helped mommy weed the backyard and then we took a nap on the sofa as Olympic rythymic gymnastics droned on the tv.  We're all up now watching the tornado warnings for the county and watching the black sky get closer and closer (well, Jill is.  Mark is working on genealogy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-7071635751911956619?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/7071635751911956619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=7071635751911956619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/7071635751911956619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/7071635751911956619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/tommy-goes-to-vet.html' title='Tommy goes to the vet'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-4155107811949688119</id><published>2008-08-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:20:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes to obedience school</title><content type='html'>Last night was Tommy's first night in obedience school.  There's only one other puppy in the class, Aman, a 10-week-old golden lab.  Tommy started learning to sit and to walk on a leash without pulling.  I like practicing the sit command since Tommy gets treats and praise for getting it right.  I hate practicing the walking on a leash because he gets punished instead of praised.  Well, he gets praised when he's doing it right but he gets punished when he starts pulling. Whenever he starts pulling on the leash we do an "about face" and go the other way so that Tommy gets yanked on his collar.  This apparently teaches him to pay attention to the leash and to stay with Mommy or Daddy so that he doesn't get yanked.  Poor Tommy is so small that he whirls through the air when we do an about face.  I'm hoping that he learns to walk with us quickly so we don't have to keep up the "about face" routine for very long.  I feel cruel and mean when I do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tommy's other command last night was "down," which gets him to lay down.  We've already trained Tommy to do this as neither he nor the kitties get their meals until they lay down.  This keeps them from getting under our feet when we're getting their food ready and it keeps the kitties from meowing for their food. The trick, however, is to get him to do puppy push-ups which is to get him to go from the down position to the sit position and back again over and over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for house-breaking, today I started leaving Tommy in his crate while I go to work so that he won't pee or poo in the kitchen.  I feel mean doing this.  But I guess part of training is being strict or else the training won't work.  And, really, it's about time a 4 month old puppy stopped going to the bathroom in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-4155107811949688119?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/4155107811949688119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=4155107811949688119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4155107811949688119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/4155107811949688119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/tommy-goes-to-obedience-school.html' title='Tommy goes to obedience school'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-1428103484857477995</id><published>2008-08-18T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:33:46.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy goes camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxdq6kA1I/AAAAAAAAABA/HMYW1oGCEtE/s1600-h/adorable+tommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxdq6kA1I/AAAAAAAAABA/HMYW1oGCEtE/s320/adorable+tommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236685221275108178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxd-mj8HI/AAAAAAAAABI/-ijf1oAjQcg/s1600-h/jill+and+tommy+on+a+hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxd-mj8HI/AAAAAAAAABI/-ijf1oAjQcg/s320/jill+and+tommy+on+a+hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236685226559926386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxd3XzbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mgxL9hS7m3Q/s1600-h/tommy+trying+to+stay+warm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxd3XzbKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mgxL9hS7m3Q/s320/tommy+trying+to+stay+warm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236685224618978466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tommy got a life vest for lake kayaking but we ended up not taking the kayaks as it was going to rain all weekend long.  We still went camping though!  Mark actually said that it was the funnest day we've ever had which is amazing considering that it was cold and raining and we were struggling to stay dry and warm.  Tommy loved sleeping in the tent with us as he stayed cozy all night long.  He hated sitting at the picnic table as he just shivered and whined from the cold.  He loved hiking though.  He did a lot of hiking for a 4 month old mini dachshund!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-1428103484857477995?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/1428103484857477995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=1428103484857477995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1428103484857477995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/1428103484857477995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/tommy-goes-camping.html' title='Tommy goes camping'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SKxxdq6kA1I/AAAAAAAAABA/HMYW1oGCEtE/s72-c/adorable+tommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-8209128999989382480</id><published>2008-08-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:13:52.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Tommy</title><content type='html'>We got Tommy at the end of June when he was almost two months old.  He came from a respectable breeder but, unfortunately, he came with Coccydia and Giardia.  We had a hell of a time getting him healthy and these issues definitely slowed down his housebreaking.  He's better now and he's happy.  He still has issues with housebreaking but we were ready for this as we both work during the day so poor Tommy isn't getting very consistent housebreaking patterns from us.  But he'll get there eventually, it's just going to take a little extra time.  He has learned to lay down!  And he has learned to stay when he lays down until we give him permission to go to his food bowl so he's a very smart puppy!&lt;br /&gt;    Tommy starts puppy training classes next week to help get him socialized around other dogs and people.  We don't want him barking at every dog and human that he sees.  We also don't want him barking at the other dogs in our backyard barking extravaganza (just a lot of backyard fences meeting and family dogs barking at each other through the fences).&lt;br /&gt;    He doesn't care one twit about riding in a car.  He just falls asleep in his crate until we get to our destination so he could be in a car or not.  Whatever, it makes no difference to him.&lt;br /&gt;    He loves Kosher, the mouse puppet. Or, rather, he hates the mouse puppet as he does his best to rip it apart.  He loves le chat his furry stuffed cat.  He sleeps with it.  He wants to play with our two cats, Simon and Natasha but Natasha runs away to the safety of upstairs and Simon retreats to the stairs where Tommy can't get to him.  Simon would like to play too, I think, but they just don't know how to play with each other.  Tommy wants to wrestle and Simon wants to stalk.&lt;br /&gt;    So, there's the background on the puppy.  More to come later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4732130936061072149-8209128999989382480?l=tommythedachshund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/feeds/8209128999989382480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4732130936061072149&amp;postID=8209128999989382480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/8209128999989382480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4732130936061072149/posts/default/8209128999989382480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommythedachshund.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-about-tommy.html' title='More about Tommy'/><author><name>Jill ^..^</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01471921698727339698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PohRydhnOCY/SK1-T9Nk1lI/AAAAAAAAABY/bI0oDWJOA2A/S220/781153960_afb3e7aa97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4732130936061072149.post-3342461085159086023</id><published>2008-08-09T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:00:25.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kayaking'/><title type='text'>Tommy gets a life vest?</title><content type='html'>So, Tommy is almost 4 months old.  We're going camping next weekend and the state park has two lakes, which means we're taking our kayaks.  I've heard a lot about dachshunds not liking water at all but we can't leave Tommy on the banks or in the car or in the tent so we're taking him in our kayaks with us!  I'm not sure how he is going to enjoy this little adventure being a puppy and being a dachshund but unfortunately he's not getting a choice.  Hopefully, we will find a doggy life vest this week that will fit him and also hopefully he won't mind hanging out in the belly of a kayak for a few hours.  Unless, he totally freaks out he shouldn't have to get wet at all.  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