<?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-21029554</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:03.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Snuggy's Big Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi!  I'm Baby Snuggy, a 7 yr. old lessor Sulfer Cockatoo that's traveling the USA in an RV.  I have many fans across the country because I'm so cute! Watch for me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-4487340037938931286</id><published>2007-03-27T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:48:58.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time since I posted</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody! It has been a long time since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Tucson has been really good. Mom and dad have  been packing everything up this week, I think that means we are moving on? I wonder where we are going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, dad's been working on the computer a lot lately, so I had to check out what he was doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lrm7Z-2A8k/RglYk2FXeKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VBqDZ7WaiCU/s1600-h/snug+laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lrm7Z-2A8k/RglYk2FXeKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VBqDZ7WaiCU/s320/snug+laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046662247461910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like a bunch of gibberish to me?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again when we get to our new location, Snuggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-4487340037938931286?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4487340037938931286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=4487340037938931286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/4487340037938931286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/4487340037938931286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-time-since-i-posted.html' title='Long time since I posted'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lrm7Z-2A8k/RglYk2FXeKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VBqDZ7WaiCU/s72-c/snug+laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116653684897254864</id><published>2006-12-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:58:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ode to Christmas</title><content type='html'>My Aunty Linda said I should post this on my blog. I'd like to take credit for it, but I can only take credit for creative editing. OH...and on Thursday I go to Grandma Dee's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:indigo;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Snuggy's Night Before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;At the Ouellette house,&lt;br /&gt;One creature was stirring,&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich and Laura were nestled&lt;br /&gt;All snug in their bed&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of credit bills&lt;br /&gt;And quaking with dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggy, the cockatoo,&lt;br /&gt;Has escaped from her cage&lt;br /&gt;And was working herself up&lt;br /&gt;To a fine parrot rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the stairs Snuggy hopped&lt;br /&gt;And she flew&lt;br /&gt;To see what mischief&lt;br /&gt;A little 'Too could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the stockings hung&lt;br /&gt;By the chimney with care&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;Soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just getting ready&lt;br /&gt;To shred one or two,&lt;br /&gt;When she heard a strange noise.&lt;br /&gt;It was something totally new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she hopped to the window&lt;br /&gt;And shredded the shade,&lt;br /&gt;Bit a chunk from the woodwork&lt;br /&gt;And the drapes Laura had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:indigo;"&gt; When what to her wandering eyes&lt;br /&gt;Should appear&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh&lt;br /&gt;And eight tiny reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver&lt;br /&gt;So lively and quick&lt;br /&gt;That anyone but Snuggy&lt;br /&gt;Would have known 'twas St. Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles&lt;br /&gt;Those reindeer flew.&lt;br /&gt;They were up on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Before Snuggy could chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was raising her crest&lt;br /&gt;And turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;Came with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma opened her beak&lt;br /&gt;And gave a loud scream.&lt;br /&gt;Santa was in big trouble&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a quick look&lt;br /&gt;At that sharp, gaping beak,&lt;br /&gt;And then eyeing Snuggy,  &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb"," \nHe let out a shriek. \n \n\n \n&amp;quot;You bad bird&amp;quot;, he shouted. \n \n&amp;quot;you really scared me!&amp;quot; \n \n&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll leave no gift in your stocking, \n \nOr under this tree.&amp;quot; \n \n\n \n&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ouuta here now \n \nAnd won&amp;#39;t ever come back!!&amp;quot; \n \n&amp;quot;I simply can&amp;#39;t face \n \nAnother cockatoo attack!&amp;quot; \n \n\n \nSo saying he grabbed \n \nHis sore, bleeding nose \n \nAnd without one word, \n \nUp the chimney he rose. \n \n\n \nHe sprang to his sleigh, \n \nTo his team gave a whistle, \n \nAnd away they all raced \n \nLike an armed guided missile. \n \n\n Rich and Snuggy heard Santa shout, \n \nAs he raced out of sight, \n \n&amp;quot;There should be a law against loose &amp;#39;Toos \n \nOn Christmas Eve night.&amp;quot; \n \n\n \nThey sprang from their bed \n \nAnd ran down the stairs \n \nTo find Wilma sleeping \n \nIn one of Rich&amp;#39;s favorite chairs. \n \n\n \nHer stocking they stuffed \n \n&amp;#39;Till it was quite full \n \nWith soft blocks of wood \n \nAnd some rope to pull. \n \n\n \nAnd peanuts and oranges, \n \nA juke box, a toy- \n \nAll kinds of good things \n \nTo give a &amp;#39;Too joy. \n \n\n Rich was heard to explain \n \nAs he wished Snuggy good night. \n \n&amp;quot;you don&amp;#39;t have to be a good bird \n \nOr do things just right, \n \n&amp;#39;Cause your people love you, \n \nEven when you bite.&amp;quot;\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\n\n\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a shriek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bad bird", he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"you really scared me!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll leave no gift in your stocking,&lt;br /&gt;Or under this tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ouuta here now&lt;br /&gt;And won't ever come back!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I simply can't face&lt;br /&gt;Another cockatoo attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saying he grabbed&lt;br /&gt;His sore, bleeding nose&lt;br /&gt;And without one word,&lt;br /&gt;Up the chimney he rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprang to his sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;To his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all raced&lt;br /&gt;Like an armed guided missile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich and Snuggy heard Santa shout,&lt;br /&gt;As he raced out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"There should be a law against loose 'Toos&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sprang from their bed&lt;br /&gt;And ran down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;To find Wilma sleeping&lt;br /&gt;In one of Rich's favorite chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stocking they stuffed&lt;br /&gt;'Till it was quite full&lt;br /&gt;With soft blocks of wood&lt;br /&gt;And some rope to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And peanuts and oranges,&lt;br /&gt;A juke box, a toy-&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of good things&lt;br /&gt;To give a 'Too joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich was heard to explain&lt;br /&gt;As he wished Snuggy good night.&lt;br /&gt;"you don't have to be a good bird&lt;br /&gt;Or do things just right,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your people love you,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you bite."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116653684897254864?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116653684897254864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116653684897254864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116653684897254864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116653684897254864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-ode-to-christmas.html' title='My Ode to Christmas'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116447823456202728</id><published>2006-11-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:44:47.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112700290-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112700290-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112700280-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112700280-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in 'Toosun, I've been a busy and athletic 'too. As you can see, I got dad to take me on a nighttime bike ride. Fortunately, the dad realized the importance of me carb loading before my big ride, so that morning we shared a bowl of oatmeal. This isn't your typical, quicky Quaker oats...nooo!!! I'm too much of a diva for that! This is special, steel cut oatmeal that takes half an hour to cook. The whole time dad is cooking them, I'm hanging off his shoulder, watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112701993-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/112701993-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there's another one of those horse-type thingies that moved in here last night. Apparently some lady is loaning it to the mom. This is NOT a good development because of 'too things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Takes time away from ME!&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't like horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Dissed Baby Snuggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116447823456202728?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116447823456202728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116447823456202728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116447823456202728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116447823456202728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/11/bikes-and-horses.html' title='Bikes and horses'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116398331034424595</id><published>2006-11-19T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:41:50.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bike ride with the blinky light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/bike%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/bike%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/bike%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/bike%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the dad got this cool new gadget he calls a "blinky light".  He says it's so he can ride his bike home after it's sorta dark. After he got his bike all shined up, he put on his blinky light, grabbed me, and we were off on a ride!  I got into my aerodynamic tuck and WHOOSH...we were off! You can see me in position in these 'too pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call it the Tour de 'Too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggy the cycler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116398331034424595?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116398331034424595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116398331034424595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116398331034424595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116398331034424595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/11/bike-ride-with-blinky-light.html' title='A Bike ride with the blinky light'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116368867568977791</id><published>2006-11-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:52:43.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have not updated in a while....</title><content type='html'>....Mom and dad are back to work. I'm SLOWLY getting adjusted to being on my own during the day. They do give me plenty of "jobs" to do while they are busy earning money for more too toys! Plus, I always make sure I get my scooter or bicycle ride daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get plenty of attention in the morning while they are getting ready for work. Here I am enjoying my morning cereal, I let mom have some too (that's her spoon in there, I don't bother with utensils)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snuggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snuggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Snuggy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116368867568977791?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116368867568977791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116368867568977791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116368867568977791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116368867568977791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-not-updated-in-while.html' title='Have not updated in a while....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116217276057401770</id><published>2006-10-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:46:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unwelcome Visitor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20visitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20visitor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Details to follow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116217276057401770?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116217276057401770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116217276057401770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116217276057401770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116217276057401770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/unwelcome-visitor.html' title='An Unwelcome Visitor!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116173823741620259</id><published>2006-10-24T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:51:22.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be Wiiiild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105159967-M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105159967-M-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105160052-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105160052-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105159912-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/105159912-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm not "grounded" anymore, life has been a little more interesting. I begged and begged mom to take me on a scooter ride yesterday, but she &amp;amp; the dad had other stuff to do. She promised to take me today. So soon after the parents got home from taking the trash to the dump and grocery shopping, I got to go!!!  Dad strapped me into my safety harness and off we went!  It was a short ride around the yard, but it was enough to feel the wind blow through my feathers, the bugs in my beakie, and a sense that I was flying!  Wheeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my brief ride, the dad decided it was time to play his favorite game..."Pose the 'too". So I became a poser for him. Little did I know he was going to pose me on a cactus! I was afraid for my feeties, but luckily, there were no needles, so I was fine. I think I'm rather photogenic, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Snuggy the Beautiful Biker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116173823741620259?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116173823741620259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116173823741620259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116173823741620259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116173823741620259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/born-to-be-wiiiild.html' title='Born to be Wiiiild'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-116122806398749532</id><published>2006-10-18T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:21:04.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/chair%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/chair%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start the day so good, but I finished on a good note...but the dad didn't agree. This morning, dad put me on the floor, so I ran over to the mom and stood on her fuzzy socks. When she went to pick me up, I bitted her....hard. She said some baaaadd words at me! For most of the rest of the day, I hung out with the dad. I had him lulled into compliance. He never suspected the plotting that was going on in my evil little mind! He left me on top of my cage and went to the bathroom for all of 30 seconds, but that's all I needed. Quick as a wink I scooted down, ran across the dashboard and ran up the chair. I proceeded to scissor-beak the driver's seat. Pretty soon dad came out from the bathroom and saw what I was doing. Oh boy was he MAD!!!! I was snatched up and immediately put into my cage where I spent the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how to fix leather that's been "beaked", let me know so I can get outta this cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggy in jail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-116122806398749532?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116122806398749532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=116122806398749532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116122806398749532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/116122806398749532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/grounded.html' title='Grounded!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115906805906232301</id><published>2006-09-23T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:20:59.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day and a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/97429487-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/97429487-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mom &amp; dad took me to the birdie store in Denver with the promise of getting me a toy if I was good. I'm always good, aren't I? Well, little did I know what I had to be good for. Next thing I know, some strange lady is taking me out of my travel box, wrapping me in a towel, and GRINDING my feeties! As if that wasn't bad enough, she darn near ground my face off!!!!!!!!!! Now the tip of my beakie has been rounded off (although I think it makes me look kinda cute) and my feeties are all rounded off too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best news is that we found a rasta man!!!!  He's different colors than our old one, but it's the rasta all the same. My old rasta came from Portland, Oregon about 2 years ago. I loved him, cuddled with him, and beat him senseless until there was nothing left. I've missed him so much. Well, now I have a new one and a source for more! The picture at the top is my new rasta man before I got a hold of him. OH...and I'm trying to get the pic of rasta rotated, but I'm having technical difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggy &amp; the new rasta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115906805906232301?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115906805906232301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115906805906232301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115906805906232301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115906805906232301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-day-and-bad-day.html' title='A good day and a bad day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115870251936434623</id><published>2006-09-19T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:48:39.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got new toys!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518484-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518484-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been in Denver the mom &amp;amp; dad have been gone alllllll day, everyday, leaving poor little me to entertain myself. Well, my toys have started getting ratty and the mom started feelin guilty, so I got new toys. If that wasn't good enough, the dad got a guitar that came in bubble wrap. I LOVE bubble wrap. I can chew and pop it all day long.  Here's a few pictures of me bubble rappin. i wonder if other 'toos like bubble wrap as much as I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518486-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518486-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518485-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518485-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518483-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/96518483-M.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-115870251936434623?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115870251936434623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115870251936434623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115870251936434623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115870251936434623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-new-toys.html' title='I got new toys!!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115841561300618113</id><published>2006-09-16T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:06:53.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating corn with dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Corn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is kinda blury because dad and I were eating corn soooo fast that we were a blur.  Mom bought some really yummy corn at a farm in Layton, Utah and we've been eating it ever since. Last night the dad andI shared an ear.  He tried to put some on my cage, but I wasn't having it.  This 'too does not eat corn alone!  No sirree! I demanded to eat with my flock. I also sampled some of their trout, but the corn was yummier. Oh...and now we're in Denver where dad is sorta workin and mom &amp;amp; dad are looking at where we wanna live when we move here next spring.  They think they want a house w/a sunroom for me, but I won't stand for that either. I want to be with the family. Maybe I'd stand for it when they are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....mom said there's a birdy store here where they grind feeties!  Yikes! Actually I've had my feeties grounded before and it wasn't 'too bad. But when that grinder gets near my face, I scream bloody murder!!!! I'm always afraid they are going to grind my whole face off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I haven't heard from my sorta boyfriend, Louie.  I think he realized he needs to concentrate on girl 'toos closer to him. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Snuggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115841561300618113?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115841561300618113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115841561300618113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115841561300618113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115841561300618113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/eating-corn-with-dad.html' title='Eating corn with dad'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115765892969680279</id><published>2006-09-07T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:54:01.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My last visit to Cockatoo Street for awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/CockatooSt.%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/CockatooSt.%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a big day for me! Since I knew I was going to Cockatoo street and they have boys there, I had to be looking my best. Dad gave me a wing trim, then dad &amp;amp; mom grounded my feeties down. I didn't like that. I made swiss cheese out of the towel they wrapped me in. I felt like the filling of a burritoo!  Later that evening we took sushi over to Cockatoo street. The girls ate sushi and the boys ate pizza. I ate a chopstick and some pizza crust. I met a CUTE boy named Louie. He likes to fling chopsticks too, but he can fling them higher and harder than I do. Then he laughs and laughs and laughs!!! He seemed to like me, in the pictures you can see him talking to me and listening intently to what I have to say. He's also up for some preening anytime, so I gave him a quicky on the head!  LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/CockatooSt.%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/CockatooSt.%20002.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-115765892969680279?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115765892969680279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115765892969680279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115765892969680279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115765892969680279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-last-visit-to-cockatoo-street-for_07.html' title='My last visit to Cockatoo Street for awhile'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115704597201384723</id><published>2006-08-31T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:39:36.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree time in Thayne, WY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91990940-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91990940-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooday we arrived in Thayne, Wyoming. Dad says we're here to see mountains, but we are staying 60 miles away because our RV park here is only $56 for a week. That's a steal!  So we were outside looking around and I spotted a very nice birch tree. I asked dad to put me in it and he did. I started doing my favorite activity....chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91991047-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91991047-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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; I chewed and chewed and chewed. When I was done the casualty list included 2 branches and more leaves than I could count.In this picture, I'm telling the dad that I'm done and too come and get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91991287-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91991287-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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; I didn't really chew the leaves, I just plucked them and dropped them onto the ground. This morning mom &amp; dad had to go down the street 'cause the internet is in a barn. Mom said she would update my blog and tell my auntie Linda and the toostreet gang about it. Next week starting on Toosday, we'll be in Salt Lake City again. I'm excited to see my toostreet friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggy the tree climbing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91990850-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/91990850-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115704597201384723?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115704597201384723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115704597201384723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115704597201384723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115704597201384723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/tree-time-in-thayne-wy.html' title='Tree time in Thayne, WY'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115613198280180040</id><published>2006-08-20T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:46:22.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm craaaazy for cookie dough!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545567-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545567-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last night in Hungry Horse, Montana (near Glacier Nat'l Park), so mom &amp; I made Toll House cookie dough for our next 'too days of driving.  While mom did the making, I did the supervisin'. I kept leaning down and asking, "is it cookie dough yet?". At one point I almost got my beakie in the beaters because I'm sooooo crazy for cookie dough.  Mom said I was a pestoocle (rhymes with "testicle" tee-hee!). When it was finally really cookie dough, she let dad &amp;amp; I lick the beaters. Here's a few pictures of us licking the beaters. I only got one beater and tried to hold it up myself, but it was 'too heavy.  Mom says all that sugar isn't 'too good for me either. I'll be visitooin the Cockatoo St. 'toos soon. I wonder if they like cookie dough?  I wonder if there mom lets them have any? Hmmm......*having devious thoughts*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545568-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545568-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545569-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89545569-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89547885-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/89547885-M.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-115613198280180040?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115613198280180040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115613198280180040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115613198280180040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115613198280180040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-craaaazy-for-cookie-dough.html' title='I&apos;m craaaazy for cookie dough!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115552737064469564</id><published>2006-08-13T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:49:32.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Buddy" for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Buddy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we "landed" in Mountain Meadows RV Park in Hungry Horse, Montana, which is 10 miles from Glacier National Park.  Mom and dad were outside eating PASTA without me and I got mad. I  mean, I could see them from my cage, eating without me. So I screamed and screamed. When that didn't work, I did my famous, "shake my head and scream" move. When the neighbors came home and wondered what the noise was, I got to come out. Turns out they have an Amazon named Buddy. He's small for an Amazon and has this cool white patch on his head. He used to talk but when he turned 7 and didn't get a woman, he stopped talking. Now he's 19 and still won't talk.  I think that's silly. I thought I might be able to charm him into talking with my feminine ways, but he wasn't having it. I think he's given up. Anyway, here's a picture of me and Buddy in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Snuggy the flirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115552737064469564?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115552737064469564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115552737064469564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115552737064469564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115552737064469564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/buddy-for-me.html' title='A &quot;Buddy&quot; for me!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115534964641499122</id><published>2006-08-11T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:27:26.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating popcorn with dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Popcorn%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Popcorn%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night mom &amp; dad had popcorn and drinks. I always insist that I get popcorn too. Sometimes they put some in my dinner bowl and lock me in my cage. Not fun! Sometimes they hook my dinner bowl on the top of my cage and let me "eat out". The problem with that is when I'm done, I let them know by picking up my bowl and flinging it down the moho stairs. Done! Last night dad got the brilliant idea of letting me stand on his bowl while we ate peacefully together. Dad liked it because all my mess went in the bowl. I liked it because I had access to a LOT of popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Snug the popcorn monster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115534964641499122?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115534964641499122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115534964641499122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115534964641499122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115534964641499122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/eating-popcorn-with-dad.html' title='Eating popcorn with dad'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115367580487421422</id><published>2006-07-23T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:30:04.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holed up in a hotel in Eugene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/S%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/S%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm out of the moho for at least 3 weeks while it gets fixed. In the meantime we're in a place called the Residence Inn. Guess I'm the resident they are talkin' about! In the pic above, you can see my spot is on my cage on the table. See the lamp behind me? I love to chew it!!! I chew it every chance I get, even when the mom &amp; dad yell at me, I still chew it! I'm obsessed. Today they are trying to distract me with this cool little rubber ball toy. It'll keep me occupied for awhile. Not much exciting goes on around here. Sometimes the housekeeper comes in. She doesn't speak english and mom told her I'd bite her finger off (I wouldn't really, but that's to keep their fingers outta my domaine). I have only gotten outside once 'cuz it got really really hot here. Mom says it's a hunert! Dat's really hot! Whew! So we hang out in the a/c and nap, watch TV and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Snug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115367580487421422?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115367580487421422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115367580487421422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115367580487421422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115367580487421422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/holed-up-in-hotel-in-eugene.html' title='Holed up in a hotel in Eugene'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115237061033912082</id><published>2006-07-08T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T08:56:50.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitooin in SLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/peanut%20butter%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/peanut%20butter%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in SLC for a week now and I've been a visitooin 'too. I went to Cockatoo Street 'too times! The first time was pretty overwhelming because I slept in the next day until 9am! I only got up because the dad made me. But at the first visit, Ellie, the other banana-headed bird hung out with me, not near me but in my area. She recognizes that us yellow-headed birds have to hang together to prevent the umbrellas taking over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night mom took sushi over the to Cockatoo street. Us birds munched on chopsticks while the moms ate sushi. The dad, Gregg, doesn't like sushi, so he hung out with us. Later we went to the bird room and I hung out with Chickin. He says his name a lot, like me. He musta usta get in a lot of trouble, because he likes to say, "Whacha doin chickin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I only slept in until 8:15. The dad and I shared a piece of toast w/peanut butter. I LOVE peanut butter as you can see in the pic above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115237061033912082?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115237061033912082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115237061033912082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115237061033912082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115237061033912082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/visitooin-in-slc.html' title='Visitooin in SLC'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115198566199238080</id><published>2006-07-03T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:01:02.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another exciting day on Cockatoo Street</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the mom took me over to this place called Cockatoo Street, here in Salt Lake City. We sat outside and watched their 'toos run around on the table, whistle, talk, scream, hop and all kinds of crazy stuff. At one point mom suggested that I'd be more fun if I ran around and was as animated as one of their 'toos. Their dad, Gregg said, "no...you don't want that. It's cute for 5 minutes, then it's annoying". So I stayed my  usual calm self and watched everything that went on. Occasionally I wowed them  with a "Hi Sweeter!" and "Hi Baby!". All was going good, until mom's favorite 'too climbed up on her shoulder, the same one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was using. All of a sudden, he started fighting with me!!!! I screamed and screamed until his mom snatched him away and gave him a for-the-rest-of-the-afternoon time out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon it got to be 'too hot to sit outside, so we went in. Cari (the 'toos mom) &amp; my mom started talking about going to lunch. Gregg ('too dad) stayed back 'cause Cari made him get up early and he doesn't get up early, like us 'toos. They put together a 'too food bonanza, and put me in thier large, extra cage. I looked around, amazed at the mansion I was in. Pretty soon I found something to chew, so mom knew I was ok to leave. When they came back, they had my dad with them! All in all, it was an exciting day! I was sooo worn out that I slept in until 9am today and I only woke up 'cause the dad woked me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Snug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115198566199238080?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115198566199238080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115198566199238080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115198566199238080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115198566199238080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-exciting-day-on-cockatoo.html' title='Another exciting day on Cockatoo Street'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115112053896828605</id><published>2006-06-23T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:42:18.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' Around Rapid City</title><content type='html'>Horsin’ Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are camped out in Rapid City, SD. Mom and Dad says we are here for picture ID’s, whatever that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is strange, but better then Seattle, where it rained every day! It is sunny and nice, then it gets dark, windy and rainy. Next thing you know, it’s sunny again. At least it stays nice enough for us to take a walk every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually just harass dogs on our walks. Yesterday, for example, I  had this huge bulldog cowering underneath a picnic table!! Today was very different! Mom and dad stopped to pet and feed these things they called ‘horses’. They were larger then any dog I’ve ever seen! (Maybe close in size to the Great Danes I met in Oregon, they were BIG babies too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20horses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a closer look at these things. They pretty much ignored me, it might have had something to do with fact dad was FEEDING them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I coulda’ took em' though!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115112053896828605?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115112053896828605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115112053896828605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115112053896828605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115112053896828605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/06/horsin-around-rapid-city.html' title='Horsin&apos; Around Rapid City'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115058494377900444</id><published>2006-06-17T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:59:46.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/400/snug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad feeds me junk food often and I love it! Today I got a stick of red licorice. He wouldn't let me eat the whole thing though. I was bummed. After that I was still hungry, so I ate a chunk of a nectarine. That was better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Snug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115058494377900444?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115058494377900444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115058494377900444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115058494377900444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115058494377900444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/06/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-115041758128604389</id><published>2006-06-15T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:26:21.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I still here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/dog%20with%20feather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/dog%20with%20feather.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from this picture, I almost got eaten!!! This little yorkie-type dog, Bailey, tried to eat me, but I gave her a beakie to the nose! At first she just wanted to play and play. Then dad &amp; I would chase her and tell her we were going to "get" her. Then she would run away. *evil 'too laugh* Booo Waa haa haa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we just spent a week in Belfair, Washington, chasing a lot of dogs and yelling at a lot of bikers. All in all, it was a good week. We met a lot of people, ate some good food, and sceared a lot of dogs. All in a 'toos days work. Ahhhh! Now we're gonna be streaking across Montana, down through Wyoming, and into North Dakota. It'll all be a blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-115041758128604389?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115041758128604389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=115041758128604389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115041758128604389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/115041758128604389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/06/am-i-still-here.html' title='Am I still here?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114896427174815084</id><published>2006-05-29T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:44:31.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of bike rides, walks, dogs &amp; a cat</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, loyal readers, that I haven't posted anything in a long time, but my life hasn't been too exciting lately.  First we traveled for 3 days in a row, then I was stuck in this darn moho because it rained and rained and rained for 5 days. It brought back memories of our first campground, way back in October, 2005 in Pennsylvania. We're in Eugene, Oregon where it rains 48" a year, go figure. But today I finally got to get out &amp; about. I even met some of the neighbors. First dad took me on a walk up to the office to get our mail. Then, after my parronts came back from a bike ride, mom took me on a bike ride. We went down the road a bit, then around the campground 'too times! I was pretty tired after that. But that wasn't all! After dinner, mom &amp;amp; dad took me on a walk. First we discovered a cat in the windshield of the moho next door. We had a staring contest. I won (naturally). After I won that contest, we started walking.  We walked around the campground once and I met 4 dogs! I even gave one that got a little too close a POW on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back, mom &amp;amp; dad made popcorn while they watched The Apprentice. I didn't watch it. I just ate my popcorn under the TV, on top of my cage. Then it got dark and I went too sleep....exhausted. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114896427174815084?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114896427174815084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114896427174815084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114896427174815084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114896427174815084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-of-bike-rides-walks-dogs-cat.html' title='Day of bike rides, walks, dogs &amp; a cat'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114753520680645762</id><published>2006-05-13T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T09:46:47.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another visit to Cockatoo Street!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165385-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165385-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! My parrents took me on another visit to Cockatoo street. What craziness. I was still my shy self, but I let Gregg and Cari get in a little bit of touches. They kept saying they wanted to cuddle me and squeeze me and scritch me. No way! Not this 'too! I do find it comforting to hang out on Cari's shoulder at times, especially in the bird room when those other birds are showing off. Here's a picture of a 'too playing "dead" when his dad "shot" him: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165381-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165381-M.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of 2 'toos doing their "big eagle" pose. It's a little blurry 'cause my feet were shaking when I took the pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165371-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165371-M.jpg" alt="" 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;This is Cupid, doing his best, "I'm so cute, how can you resist me?" pose. (Boy do I know that look!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165363-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165363-M.jpg" alt="" 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;This picture of me and my sorta-twin, Ellie. She's a medium-sulfer 'too, I'm a lessor (but it doesn't mean I'm any "lessor" cute!). I'm the one on the left. You'll notice we both have the same size beakies, even though she outweighs me by 100 grams (porker! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165385-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165385-M.jpg" alt="" 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;And lastly, this is a picture of a 'too waving good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165397-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/69165397-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I was exhausted when I got home, but thanks to my new friends, I have a cool new sock toy. Here's a pic of me exploring what's inside the sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/CockatooSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/CockatooSt.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-114753520680645762?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114753520680645762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114753520680645762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114753520680645762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114753520680645762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-visit-to-cockatoo-street.html' title='Another visit to Cockatoo Street!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114679390818043243</id><published>2006-05-04T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:03:56.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest day ever! (Salt Lake City)</title><content type='html'>Tooday I took a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.cockatoostreet.com"&gt;Cockatoo Street&lt;/a&gt;, a very nice home of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;, count 'em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; cockatoos!  I,  met Cari &amp; Gregg Anders and their 'toos. I'm not going to remember all the names, but I'll try to remember them all. I met Chickin, Sam, Buddy, Ellie, Cupid, Clancy, and that's all I can remember. When we went upstairs, they opened the door to the birdy room, and I was FREAKED out. I mean there was ropes, toys, and cages everywhere! It was so overwhelming, that I headed for the hills. Then dad came and got me, and they took me in that sceary room &amp;amp; closed the door. Cari looked friendly enough, so I jumped on her. She had a bird named Ellie, that looks like me, but outweighs me by over 100 grams. She was pretty friendly. We occasionally had to share a shoulder, but that was ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, the husband, Gregg came home. He was ok, so I jumped on him, and made his day by letting him scritch under my wings. He seemed to know what he was doing. Then we went downstairs and ate something. Mom offered me something, but I learned  to never let a boy see you eat, so I demurely declined.  But I couldn't resist when they brought out the peanut butter!  Yum!  I LOVE peanut butter. After that we decided to leave because I was exhausted. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day! By the way...dad &amp;amp; mom brought the camera, but forgot to take pictures. Hopefully we can get together with them again and get some good shots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114679390818043243?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114679390818043243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114679390818043243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114679390818043243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114679390818043243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-biggest-day-ever-salt-lake-city.html' title='My biggest day ever! (Salt Lake City)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114575320599159117</id><published>2006-04-22T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:03:32.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in a tree (Kanab, Utah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65731693-M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65731693-M-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65731740-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65731740-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mom &amp;amp; dad got back from biking today, they took me outside to watch dad clean the motorhome. Mom thought I'd look cute in a tree and put me up there. Wow!!!  Who knew trees could be so much fun!  This was the schnizzle!!!  There was soooo much to chew within reaching distance, I didn't know where to start. First I chewed some bark, then I chewed some green dangly things, then I chewed more bark.  After awhile mom took me in and I fell asleep, exhausted from all that chewin.  Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114575320599159117?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114575320599159117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114575320599159117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114575320599159117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114575320599159117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-in-tree-kanab-utah.html' title='Time in a tree (Kanab, Utah)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114567017910580643</id><published>2006-04-21T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:42:59.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65598368-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65598368-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65598375-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65598375-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65585459-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/65585459-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; dad spent the day at an &lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org"&gt;animal sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;, playing with animals that aren't as fortunate as cute little me. Since there wasn't a need for volunteers in the bird area, they got to play with cats (eewww!). Dad even got to take a cat for a walk!  A cat that walks on a leash? I thought they were smarter than that. See the pic for proof. After lunch they got a tour of the bird area, and I have proof that mom was playing with one of those scritch-hoe big pink birds. Mom said his name is Seppi and he's very friendly to strangers, which is why he gets so many scritches. I'll have to think more about that. Dad said this animal sanctuary is HUGE, covering 3000 acres and leasing another 30,000 acres from the Utah BLM (bureau of land management). In the cat area alone, they have over 600 cats!!!  The bird area has 85 birds, including a room full of tiels...my favorite play toy. We used to have a 'tiel (cockatiel) and I picked it up by the tail and flung it...airplane style. Mom said that wasn't very nice, but I got to eat her seeds. I never get seeds, so it was a big treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114567017910580643?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114567017910580643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114567017910580643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114567017910580643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114567017910580643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-at-sanctuary.html' title='A day at the sanctuary'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114454722242116895</id><published>2006-04-08T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:04:23.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering Cats! (Gilroy, CA)</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much to post lately, it's been cold and rainy for the last week here in Central California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/63534846-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/63534846-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The weater was nice today, time for mom and dad to take me for a walk around the campground. So, this morning I took a BIG shower. At first Dad had to convince me, but once he did, there was no stopping me. I scrubbed my head into his hand, spread my wings out waaaayyy far, and shook my booty. Now I'm clean and my wing pits smell baby butt fresh. Aaahhhhh..... I have to look my best for my walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/kitty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, in the afternoon, I caught this cat spying on me on top of my car! Since I've already conqured dogs (see my earlier post), time to smack down a cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/kitty%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/kitty%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked dad to take me outside for the best effect.  When we went out there, I screamed as loud as I could at her! She jumped off the car,  into the street and immediately rolled over to play dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat's are such babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snuggy, the clean 'too-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114454722242116895?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114454722242116895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114454722242116895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114454722242116895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114454722242116895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/conquering-cats-gilroy-ca.html' title='Conquering Cats! (Gilroy, CA)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114381855546957598</id><published>2006-03-31T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:22:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad in Wine country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminds me, I've got my own wine label!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;S0, mom and dad are out tastin wine, here in rainy California (I thought the sun was always shining here?) .  Me, I'm sittin here in the window watching the world go by.  I remembered, when we owned a stick house, mom and dad made their own wine. Dad made pose with a bunch of grapes, they tasted really good. Then, he took the picture and did this weird coloring thing with it. Next thing I know, my mug is on a bunch of wine bottles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20sideway%20image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20sideway%20image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand why they called it Screamn' Too wines; Do  you?&lt;br /&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/21029554-114381855546957598?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114381855546957598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114381855546957598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114381855546957598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114381855546957598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/mom-and-dad-in-wine-country.html' title='Mom and Dad in Wine country'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114343467011720913</id><published>2006-03-26T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:44:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/61699145-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/61699145-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the move and are now staying at grandpa's and step-grandma's house in Santa Barbara, CA. They have a dog that I had to set straight. This dog thought she could scare me, but I established that I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in charge&lt;/span&gt; pretty quick.  First she sniffed at me,  so I gave her a quick pop on the nose. Then, when she was sniffing around my food, I slowly leaned over, grabbed a hunk of her fluff, and pulled.  Boowaahahaha!!! Now she's even sceart to be around me. In the pics above, I'm telling her to back off. In the other picture we're looking for monsters under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/61699151-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/61699151-M.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-114343467011720913?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114343467011720913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114343467011720913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114343467011720913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114343467011720913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/conquering-dogs.html' title='Conquering dogs!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114264265874431802</id><published>2006-03-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:04:53.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyy...that's my spot! (Desert Hot Springs, CA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/60286833-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/60286833-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/60286829-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/60286829-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been taking me on bike ride around the RV park, here in Desert Hot Springs. Well, today some dove had the nerve to get into my spot. Do you suppose he wanted to go a ride? These doves are very tame.  I can get real close to check them out. Dat's all for today. Tomorrow we go to Pomona, CA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114264265874431802?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114264265874431802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114264265874431802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114264265874431802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114264265874431802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/heyyythats-my-spot-desert-hot-springs.html' title='Heyyy...that&apos;s my spot! (Desert Hot Springs, CA)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114239868676943649</id><published>2006-03-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:05:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm crushed!</title><content type='html'>My little heart is broken.  As you can see in the picture below, my Aunty Linda found another birdy to kiss. *sob* What she doesn't know though, is that birdie, Angel, is a Molluccan cockatoo and they'll let ANYONE kiss them. They are the ho's of the 'too world. Hruumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...my parronts have putted my cage on the dashboard during the day, so I can watch the world go by. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mytripjournal.com/images/websites/10/10411/20060730353090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.mytripjournal.com/images/websites/10/10411/20060730353090.jpg" alt="" 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/21029554-114239868676943649?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114239868676943649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114239868676943649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114239868676943649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114239868676943649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-crushed.html' title='I&apos;m crushed!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114135860663790753</id><published>2006-03-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:03:26.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a bird here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Snug%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Snug%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 3 of us are holed up in a motel while our house gets fixed. This evening I was prancing around on top of my cage when I spotted a bird!!!!!!!!!  Where the *&amp;amp;(* did SHE come from? I made all kinds of noises, but she kept right up with me.  I looked away, but when I looked back...there she was!!! This is all 'too confusing.  I'm going to send an e-mail to my auntie Linda. Maybe she can explain this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114135860663790753?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114135860663790753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114135860663790753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114135860663790753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114135860663790753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/theres-bird-here.html' title='There&apos;s a bird here!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114083219643611666</id><published>2006-02-24T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:49:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to meet another new friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I've either met birds that didn't come out of their cage, weren't taken for walks around campgrounds, never went for bike rides and of course are NEVER as cute as moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I met a big fat showoff today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is I am with Max, the Yellow Naped Amazon (showoff)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/57564141-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/57564141-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things you'll notice is Max is waving with his left foot. He does this anytime anyone points a camera at him! Some others were out taking pictures and he waved for every one of them. I, of course, am just plain cute just as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max also lets anyone touch him, pick him up and play with him. Doesn't he realize what risk he's putting himself in?  He could get GERMS!!!  The was passed around and loved and scritched by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Max has a vocabulary of around 300 words and is quite the showman! He can do 'the bomb', bark like a dog, cat noises, sing songs  just to name a few. &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/petstar/videogallery/season3/ep309_winner.html"&gt;Here is a video I found on Animal Planet&lt;/a&gt;, not Max, but his vocabulary and responses to his owners questions are every bit of this bird! Max could give this bird a run for his money!  I say 4 words, but I have a cuter voice.&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked if I learned anything from my meeting with Max.  I have to think about it. Here is a picture of me contemplating my experience with Max and the possibility of letting strangers play with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/57567823-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/57567823-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Rich-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114083219643611666?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114083219643611666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114083219643611666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114083219643611666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114083219643611666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-i-had-opportunity-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-114058127309511407</id><published>2006-02-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:05:41.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I met a boy today (Tucson)</title><content type='html'>Mom &amp; dad went for a walk around the campground today and heard noises.....bird noises...and not the kind made by the ones that live in trees.  Later mom &amp;amp; I snuck over to inves-too-gate.  We met a nice couple with 3 birds: a mini-macaw, a yellow-naped amazon, and an african gray.  They don't know the sexes of their birds, but I'm betting the amazon is a boy. He was flirting with me in a major way!  I looked at him and made my clicking noises, then he really went to town!  He showed me his wings and was bobbing and weaving his head all around.  He even looked at me with love in his eyes.....I swear!  The more I clicked at him, the more he weaved and bobbed. It was great fun.  Tomorrow we're moving on to drive for 2 days to get to Palm Springs, but I'll try to get a picture before we leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-114058127309511407?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114058127309511407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=114058127309511407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114058127309511407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/114058127309511407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-i-met-boy-today-tucson.html' title='I think I met a boy today (Tucson)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113953131350545670</id><published>2006-02-09T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:28:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/DSC00825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/DSC00825.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knew it had to happen sooner or later.....dad caught me spying!  Darn darn darn!  Now what's a 'too to do?  I'm not going to give up spying, so I'll just have to be more stealthy. Anyone have any ideas as to how to be a stealthy 'too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113953131350545670?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113953131350545670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113953131350545670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113953131350545670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113953131350545670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/busted.html' title='Busted!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113928692766208292</id><published>2006-02-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:36:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  Been busy in Tucson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Baby Snug reporting in. This is the first time I’ve had a chance to update my blog in awhile because I’ve been sooooo busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus I didn’t have internet and I type slow anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only type with my beakie, so it’s sloooww. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mom &amp; dad finally figured out that the reason I’m so restless in the morning is that I demand a bike ride every morning. It helps get my blood pumping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides, there’s nothing better than crouching down in an aerodynamic position and feeling the wind whip thru my feathers. Here’s a picture of me and mom speeding around the campground in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tucson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:6in;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="snug ride"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other friends I met were a whole menagerie of animals!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It started when I spotted Peaches, a rather sharp looking molluccan cockatoo in the front windshield of a motorhome down the street from me. When mom took me to meet him, it turned out there were two very nice ladies, Kathleen &amp; Janet and their gang: Alfie (‘nother talking bird that doesn’t talk), Wasseau a cake bird (caique), &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Toots a little black capped conure who had the most ‘tude, a 14 yr. old cat that also likes scratches, and a blind/deaf 3 legged dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the quietest of all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Peaches (aka “Peaches &amp;amp; Screams”) is an ever bigger scritch hoe than I am!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did he let my mom, a virtual stranger, scritch him, but he put his head on her tummy, walked onto her lap, and ALMOST came up to MY shoulder!!! He’s lucky that he didn’t or I woulda given him a piece of my beakie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s a picture of Peaches &amp; Kathleen and mom &amp;amp; I:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20peaches.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20peaches.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:431.25pt;height:323.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="snug peaches"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other birdie they had that was a lot of fun was Wasseau, the caique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only is he colorful and very active, but he eats like a PIG!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw him eat a whole apple slice and then one of the seed balls I brought over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know where he puts it all. Next time someone says you eat like a bird, they are really saying you are a pig. Here’s a picture of Wasseau:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20kaik.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20kaik.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:431.25pt;height:323.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.jpg" title="snug kaik"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113928692766208292?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113928692766208292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113928692766208292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113928692766208292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113928692766208292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/whew-been-busy-in-tucson.html' title='Whew!  Been busy in Tucson!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113839470257003116</id><published>2006-01-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:06:26.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone visitin' in Yuma, AZ</title><content type='html'>So when mom was searching out unsecured networks so I could update my blog, we discovered the &lt;a href="http://www.rvnotebook.com"&gt;RV Notebook&lt;/a&gt; people are here! We met them in Quartzsite when they had a tan (formerly white until the dust hit)dog.  Mom sent them an email last night and we went a-visitin today.  Their little dog is white again and was wantin to give me big kisses. I gave him a warning shot to the nose, so he kissed my mom instead.  I made myself at home by hopping onto their couch to spy on their neighbors.  It appears they are in a good neighborhood, so I let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'toos spy job is never done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113839470257003116?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113839470257003116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113839470257003116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113839470257003116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113839470257003116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/gone-visitin-in-yuma-az.html' title='Gone visitin&apos; in Yuma, AZ'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113839431281216639</id><published>2006-01-27T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:57:13.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a bird friend!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Quartzsite%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Quartzsite%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Quartzsite%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/Quartzsite%20010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Can you believe it? For the first time in all my camping years (total=4 mos.) I met a birdy buddy!!!  We were with a group in the middle of the desert, where my white feathers got all dusty and we met a bird. He's called African Gray and he can talk circles around me. But even more important he had seeds in his cage!!! I think he was a boy 'cause he was hanging upside down &amp; doing posing flirty stuff with his wings.  Mom said I was to keep away from boys 'cause they can cause trouble for a sweet, little, innocent girl like myself.  Wonder what kinda trouble?  Anyway, you can see the pictures of my new friend, Campy.  And the other picture is a birdy buddy that turned out not to be a real bird.  Some guy had a bird made all of leather that he got in Mexico. It was very pretty, but NOT nearly as cute as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113839431281216639?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113839431281216639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113839431281216639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113839431281216639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113839431281216639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-met-bird-friend.html' title='I met a bird friend!!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113786199707370744</id><published>2006-01-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:21:25.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Quartzsite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/SnugGoodSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/SnugGoodSam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Quartzsite, Arizona for a gathering of everyone, and their pets that started living in RV's full-time in 2005.  Of course, I'm the only bird....and the cutest pet here.  There's a 112# black lab that was looking at me and drooling....but I think she drools all the time, 'cause dogs drool and 'toos rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got here and mom called someone who sent someone to come get us.  We are waaayyyyyy back in this park area.  I think our group is the farthest back....probably 3 miles off the road.  We had to drive real slow....because it's rocky and DUSTY.  I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was dusty, but that's nuttin compared to out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty Linda was supposed to be here 'too, but she said she was skippin out on accounta sumptin called a weddin.  She's missing out 'cause I'd finally made the decision to plan a big smoocher on her.  *Big beaky clicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently became a Good Sam club member. Above you can see me admiring my new Good Sam card. They give good discounts on campgrounds so my parents can buy more bird toys with the savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I did my usual spy thing to make sure there's no danger out there, now I'm chillin &amp;amp; chewin my feeties. I tried to chew dad's shirt, but he got mad and put me back in my cage.  I'll have to try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113786199707370744?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113786199707370744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113786199707370744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113786199707370744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113786199707370744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/greetings-from-quartzsite.html' title='Greetings from Quartzsite!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113742675372962461</id><published>2006-01-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:52:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/snug%20and%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/snug%20and%20us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me taking mom and dad out on a stroll in Gulf Shores Alabama!  I borrowed this picture from my Friends Linda and Howard, who are bird lovers and full-timers too. I hope they don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't let  anyone other then mom dad  near me. But, I made an exception for Linda, since she loves bird so much, I let her sneak a kiss in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/linda%20and%20snug.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/linda%20and%20snug.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I happen to meet you out on the road someday, don't think you can do the same!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Snuggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113742675372962461?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113742675372962461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113742675372962461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113742675372962461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113742675372962461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-me-taking-mom-and-dad-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21029554.post-113738221972770100</id><published>2006-01-15T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:31:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/Snug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/400/Snug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!  I'm Baby Snuggy and this is my blog.  Ignore the pic in the upper right hand corner....that's my parents and they think they control &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everthing.&lt;/span&gt;  Little do they know, that I'm really in charge.  Currently I'm traveling around the country with my parents in a 40' motorhome.  My new favorite pasttime is "spying".  I have to watch everything that goes on around our RV because you never know when something will happen and I have to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/sleeping.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/sleeping.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my many skills, I'm a good napper.  Not only can I nap, but I keep one eye open for potential enemies......like stupid dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LAURAO%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/1600/spying.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/917/876/320/spying.2.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture I'm doing my favorite job, spying. In this case, we were stopped to put a lot of money in gas into our RV. There were some boys with "boom boom" cars, so I had to keep a close eye on them in case they got to be up to any funny business. Mom and dad said they were feeling safe because I was on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....as you can see.....I have very important jobs around here.  There's more to come.  Thank you for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Snuggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21029554-113738221972770100?l=babysnuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113738221972770100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21029554&amp;postID=113738221972770100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113738221972770100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21029554/posts/default/113738221972770100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysnuggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-im-baby-snuggy-and-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02791516784117331911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bag-it-tour.smugmug.com/photos/47387816-Ti.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
