<?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-1151279065049787750</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:54:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking Herald</title><subtitle type='html'>Here reside the life and times of 
The Lady Mistabel of St. George and St. Nicholas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Lady Mistabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462249179197557726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RsTv-blJQeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8aIHikH70Q/s200/mist+for+blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1151279065049787750.post-8912681528882257678</id><published>2007-09-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:55:04.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a girl to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtrbTrlJQmI/AAAAAAAAABw/6QPSS4NOtZY/s1600-h/book+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105634258740396642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtrbTrlJQmI/AAAAAAAAABw/6QPSS4NOtZY/s320/book+close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistabel meets Larousse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my Boy-toy put his paperback edition of Larousse's French dictionary on the divan next to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought he wanted me to play with it. So I chewed it royally while he tapped away at his computer. When he noticed what I was doing, he bellowed, 'Bad girl!" Then he grabbed the book away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rtrbc7lJQnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UoHpfpkNnXY/s1600-h/mity+triumphans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105634417654186610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rtrbc7lJQnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UoHpfpkNnXY/s320/mity+triumphans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Bad girl'? That's accusing me of an immoral act. But as a doggie, I have only one way to act. And that's 'doggie-wise'. I am incapable of committing sin. As are all animals except humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My almost favourite guy, Teilhard de Chardin, once taught that a doggie such as I worships God by being a dog. Just as a stone finds its place in Creation by being a stone. So how can Nich tell me I am 'bad'? If anything, my action gives new meaning to the word 'dog-eared'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1151279065049787750-8912681528882257678?l=barkingherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/feeds/8912681528882257678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1151279065049787750&amp;postID=8912681528882257678' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/8912681528882257678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/8912681528882257678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a girl to do?'/><author><name>The Lady Mistabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462249179197557726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RsTv-blJQeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8aIHikH70Q/s200/mist+for+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtrbTrlJQmI/AAAAAAAAABw/6QPSS4NOtZY/s72-c/book+close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1151279065049787750.post-1228027799242123133</id><published>2007-08-26T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:08:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistabel and the Garden Hose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Great fun in my yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103086686003872338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtHOTblJQlI/AAAAAAAAABo/Fcp7DGClv8A/s320/02970012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me a year ago, first time I ever saw the garden hose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nich had me out in my yard not too long ago. He had to water the flower beds because of our hot spell. The temperature ran at about +47C which works out to +108F or so. Too hot for this canine! Nick drew a sketch of the event in his journal. &lt;em&gt;See below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103085131225711154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtHM47lJQjI/AAAAAAAAABY/wwUAY5_VAOI/s320/hose.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw the water spout for the first time I had great fun leaping into it, trying to bite it. Wow! What a neat experience getting all cold and wet in such a hot day. Thanks, Nicholodeon. I can't climb a tree like Rowan The Dog, but I can leap up like a jack rabbit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I discovered the baby rabbit and Mother Rabbit that share my demesne with me. The baby is black fur, so I call him Rocket One; and Mother is beautiful and brown, so I call her Mother Rabbit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1151279065049787750-1228027799242123133?l=barkingherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/feeds/1228027799242123133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1151279065049787750&amp;postID=1228027799242123133' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/1228027799242123133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/1228027799242123133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/2007/08/mistabel-and-garden-hose.html' title='Mistabel and the Garden Hose'/><author><name>The Lady Mistabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462249179197557726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RsTv-blJQeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8aIHikH70Q/s200/mist+for+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RtHOTblJQlI/AAAAAAAAABo/Fcp7DGClv8A/s72-c/02970012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1151279065049787750.post-5465192412696292488</id><published>2007-08-24T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:14:49.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rs9lNblJQfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T9DnQLPI560/s1600-h/Misty+02+11+07+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102408184250319346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="233" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rs9lNblJQfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T9DnQLPI560/s200/Misty+02+11+07+b.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is new to me. I am thrilled to welcome you to my yard. Feel free to mark it to show you have stopped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be putting more things up here, my doggy thoughts, and will update you as to Nich's activities. He is my Boy Toy and I let him think he is in charge. But it's FEMALES FIRST in my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a view of my front yard in winter when the temperature was -33 degrees below zero. That is in Celsius, don't know what it is in Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rs9lk7lJQgI/AAAAAAAAABA/mSwF7WYmLa0/s1600-h/IMG_0065_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102408587977245186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rs9lk7lJQgI/AAAAAAAAABA/mSwF7WYmLa0/s200/IMG_0065_2.JPG" width="276" 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/1151279065049787750-5465192412696292488?l=barkingherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5465192412696292488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1151279065049787750&amp;postID=5465192412696292488' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/5465192412696292488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1151279065049787750/posts/default/5465192412696292488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingherald.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-posting.html' title='My First Posting'/><author><name>The Lady Mistabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16462249179197557726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/RsTv-blJQeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/a8aIHikH70Q/s200/mist+for+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XtmJOZPhXhs/Rs9lNblJQfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T9DnQLPI560/s72-c/Misty+02+11+07+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
