<?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-4471958676316741678</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:21.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>willaWA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-5411082399797959720</id><published>2008-11-20T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:02:56.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orcas</title><content type='html'>Orcas baby! Running over here over there, singing I ain't nothing but a farm dog, la di la la la! Gotta run but loving life for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willa "Farm Dog" GP III&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-5411082399797959720?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/5411082399797959720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=5411082399797959720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/5411082399797959720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/5411082399797959720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/11/orcas.html' title='Orcas'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-3191526041706285237</id><published>2008-10-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:34:09.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humboldt Honey, Slightly Sweet</title><content type='html'>dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in humboldt. it's fun here, a very kind lifestyle. I still do fun things with my friend nia; I love her, we're getting to be good friends every hour of every minute of every day. this morning go for running with nia &amp; fozzie. we go to beach, once again the beach, I love it I hate it I love it I hate it. I drink it, I get sick. nia is real better at this, even though she originated in taos, she knows not to drink the water, she tells me but I get so damn thirsty. pretty good day all in all. a very relaxing evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real adventure begins the following day, my final day in humboldt county baby. so here's the deal baby. I go for a run in the morning at dry lagoon with mommy &amp; daddy &amp; nia. it's so fun. we go through all this areas of trees &amp; grass &amp; mud &amp; lagoon &amp; I never see anything like all this. everything smells so different. nia &amp; I had so much fun together; I can't even tell you. we're pretty much bfffffffffffs at this point. grammy, don't get jealous; I have a good playmate here. this run lasting forever &amp; eventually we pop up on to this huge beach, no one is around, no one is anywhere for as long as the eyes can see. I look up the beach, no one. I look down the beach, no one. it's beautiful here. mommy &amp; fozzie say it's like this in our new home. maybe, we'll see. I'm still afraid of these waves. when they crash my four little feet usually in a backwards motion can't move quickly enough to avoid the lapping of the water against the sand. maybe I'll come around but it makes me nervous &amp; scared &amp; intimidations, but still, I do get thirsty &amp; I end up drinking the water from the oceans &amp; I have diahrrea six times during this run. I even do the butt skootch on this run or something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home after running. at home I relax. I very good evening. fozzie makes dinner for everyone from goods he gets from farmers markets. humboldt kind foods. then we watch a movie. anyway, just about bed time. fozzie suggests hey willy why don't you go outside &amp; go outside &amp; go pozzies, even though I'm sleepy. so i get up, slowly go to the backdoor &amp; go outside. nia decides she's tired from the day. ultimately one of the wisest decisions for her lifes. so I approach back door &amp; I go out there. thinking it's a typical night out, to get a little pee before bed time. when all of the suddens, there's this little animal in the backyard. I don't know what to say, what to do, this is awesome, when all the sudden this animal starts approaching me. me being the willa I am, of course, slightly, ever so kindly, gently, non-chalantly approach this animal too. before I fucking know it, this animal turns his ass towards my face &amp; picks up his black &amp; white striped tail &amp; sprays the most putrid disgusting heavy dense nauseating intoxicating eyeburning nostril-burning, mind boggling spray on my face. if I was smart enough &amp; not so stuck in my way I should have turned my face but no I did not. I don't know in god's good name what's happening to me. I never been through anything like this in my life, I start rolling in the ground, digging my face in to the moist earth of humboldt county. there was drool coming out of my mouth, foaming. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't think right, I didn't know what to do, I was paralyzed. fozzie opens the door cause he hears me flailing in the grass &amp; I slowly approach the door &amp; I can't even tell you what's going on. slowly &amp; I walk into the house, people looking at me funny, mom gives me a look from across the room like what the fuck is going on with wils? she says to fozzie is willy okay? no goddamnit I not okay. my eyes beet red, foam flowing out of my mouth &amp; my nose, I cannot move I cannot speak &amp; I cannot see a damn thing. I don't know what to do &amp; then all the sudden they pick up on the stench, this heavy intoxicating burning awful just so fucking awful stench I mean, &amp; they say willy gets sprayed by skunks. I don't even know what this means. they don't know what to do, they nervous, I'm nervous, fozzie takes me to the bathroom puts me in the tub starts running water. before I do this I start foaming all over the living room floor. so all the sudden I'm in the tub, the water's flowing, I don't know what's going on, but I'm not as aggressive as I usually am in the tub; my parents are here to help me it's true. mommy dumps my whole face under the faucet. I really don't even care. surprisingly, very surprisingly. then the roommates gather, realizing what happened. I even smell the whole house up. one roommate brings in the can of tomato sauce, the other roommate is waving incense all over the house. mom &amp; dad are dumping tomato sauce all over my body. they start laughing hysterically, but in a shocking, not-knowing-what-to-do way. at some point I shake &amp; the red stuff goes everywhere, including mommy's glasses &amp; chest &amp; clothes. the whole tub looks like I was bleeding everywhere, like I was wearing a halloween costume but not quite. then anicca brings in vinegar &amp; baking soda &amp; they dump this all over my body. I can't even tell you how many things people put on my body to get this smell out, they start googling home remedies for skunk stuff. finally fozzie washes me with dr. bonner's; at this point he &amp; I are taking a shower together. then I'm done, towelled off. &amp; still, I smell. go to sleep wet, not sleep very well, p.s. get fozzie up for a walk at 4:30 in the mornings. make a long story short, I drive 7 hours today after a brief run in the redwoods. now I'm at la quinta in portland oregon. I smell. my new nickname is skunkhead. I'm laying in mom's bed. we have two queens. she's rubbing me &amp; I smell therefore she smells. I guess tomorrow we get to our new home. holy crap, can you even believe this everybody? zapparently I get a new bath then consisting of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda &amp; soap. I think that's it for now. it's a devastation for willy. I reek, I really do. excited to get to my new home &amp; trying to keep a positive attitude, but my head smells so much. goodnight for now, love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-3191526041706285237?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3191526041706285237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=3191526041706285237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/3191526041706285237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/3191526041706285237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/humboldt-honey-slightly-sweet.html' title='Humboldt Honey, Slightly Sweet'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-8234074059218607121</id><published>2008-10-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:02:01.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humboldt Honey</title><content type='html'>I getting to Humboldt today, I mean, on Friday. A little delayed on my posting but this is the Humboldt style baby.  A little behind, but do things in a very mellow casual way. Mama is so excited, it's crazy; she talks the stories of this &amp; that. It's nice here. I get really carsick on the way up here, we go up this hill round that hill up here over there up &amp; down oh my god redwood groves. Umm, stay in the Bottoms of Arcata. Loving Anicca &amp; her New Mexican mutt from Taos; Nia is a few years younger than me, she's so awesome, real nice girl, fear-aggression for sure, real nice for double sure. We get in a few arguments my first day aroo-rooo-roo-a-roo-roo-roo. We're both New Mexican mutts, what can I say? We have no self-confidence, abandoned at a young age, we do the best we can baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night here we just hang around, not much for life. Second day mom &amp; dad go to farmer's market, you should see what they bring home! The chard is the size of a palm tree. Humboldt kind produce &amp; veggies &amp; things that grow, you know what I mean, for every extent baby. They come home with lots of good stuff; veggies &amp; salmon, yum yum yum yum. I go to Trinidad with Nia &amp; anicca &amp; mommy &amp; daddy. first we go to the beach, we're unning around, we're playing, chasing each other, playing with things on this beach, &amp; then we go for a hike up trinidad point, a real big beautiful point overlooking the ocean. from up top I see seas stacks &amp; waves &amp; trees &amp; the beach &amp; boats &amp; the mountains &amp; the dolphins &amp; the whales &amp; sea lions &amp; otters &amp; starfish &amp; halibut &amp; barnicles &amp; mussels &amp; oysters &amp; well but not really. well, the first six babies. real fun for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. fun. then I go home &amp; we hang out with roommates, college kids, they real nice too. they do things like talk about ideas &amp; new novel things they learn in college. mom &amp; dad leave me after dad be jamming on guitars with little guy paul- he's nice. they go for mexican &amp; then a few drinks. we come home &amp; we sleep. I think I'll leave you at this because the next part gets very intensing for life. I love you &amp; miss you so much. I'm getting farther away. The ocean smells like salt. I have issues; I get real thirsty &amp; I drink the oceans &amp; I puke &amp; have diahrrea. My collar turns to rust. Things are changing, but I'm open. Peaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-8234074059218607121?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/8234074059218607121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=8234074059218607121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/8234074059218607121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/8234074059218607121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/humboldt-honey.html' title='Humboldt Honey'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-1358133436370085106</id><published>2008-10-23T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:38:41.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>san fran baby</title><content type='html'>it's a lazy morning. i'm just hangin out, just sulking on mommy's bed. this morning i go for walk in city, i only found one good pee place--its hard for Willest in the city, no where to poops. i smell for this pee, i smell for that poop--nothing baby. i think i a country dog baby. in the city there are peoples everywhere, they make lots of noises like talking, shouting, driving, honking, yelling, moving around stuff, music &amp; then there is cars &amp; lights, it's crazy, just crazy baby! today i think we go for walk to uncle jason's for hanging out, just for hanging. maybe i find a place to poop along the way...&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i tell you about the ocean? yesterday i see the oceans! we go to ocean beach &amp; i run off-leash &amp; mom &amp; dad &amp; jason's go for the water for their feets. i was so scared. every wave has a white line on it &amp; its scary. i try to jump away from it. sometimes i lick the water &amp; it make me barf. i am intrigued, but terrified. think maybe i try again maybe another time. mom says i better since i moving there. anyway, its just for life for curveballs baby. there is just no tellin baby. here i am &amp; tomorrow i'll be over there. &lt;br /&gt;well, i think i'll get dressed for my walk &amp; put on my necklace. we'll talk for laters. peaces.&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;willest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-1358133436370085106?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1358133436370085106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=1358133436370085106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/1358133436370085106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/1358133436370085106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/san-fran-baby.html' title='san fran baby'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-1455094914345361885</id><published>2008-10-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:20:19.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit &amp; Nut Land (aka San Francisco)</title><content type='html'>This place is crazy! First of all, it's the biggest damn city I ever did be in. You cannot find a piece of grass or anything but the cement for miles &amp; miles &amp; miles. My first morning here I had to go potty really bad. Dad had to walk me forever &amp; finally on a post I peed. Our hotel's great here. It's kind of like artsy &amp; nice &amp; bright. Well, then yesterday I go for Golden Gate Parking dog park. It's pretty nice there; a little too small for my liking. Guess what? There's all these dogs just laying around in the park, just chillin' man, like, just chillin'. I think they're on a different vibe or something. They were just relaxing in the dirt, just doing their thing. &amp; then all of the sudden I see all these dogs lining up for this man. I said Dad what's going on? We realized the dog trainers bring their dogs there. They had the best behaved dogs I ever did see! Part of me felt like I was uneducated &amp; stupid dog, but I realized I don't want to be this way. I don't want to stand in line. Then, oh, &amp; the dog park fence bordered the fence for bisons. Their fence was like twenty times bigger than my fenced area. Lucky! After this, uncle Jason, Daddy &amp; Mommy &amp; me, Willy, we have a picnic in the meadow at Golden Gate PArk. We ate things like cheese (two varieties; one my right front paw eventually stepped in), salami, pears, baguettes, wheat bread, heirloom tomato, avocado, grilled salmy. We sit there in the park in the sun on great Grandma's blanket just doing this California thing. I can't get enough of it! It's just so relaxing &amp; beautiful. I love uncle Jason. He buy me treats at Whole Paycheck. Real nice guy. Evenetually, we come back to the hotel, get a little belly rubs, get a little dinner, &amp; then Mom &amp; Dad &amp; uncle Jason &amp; aunt Dawn go for dinner &amp; turn on the HBO for me. One more thing: Mom come home after dinner &amp; we go for a walk. Once again, this is so challenging for Willa. It's like, have to pee so bad, what the hell for do? Pavement, pavement, it's a concrete jungle. So eventually, a just pee on the sidewalk, &amp; I happen to be on a steep sidewalk, &amp; Mommy says congratulations Willy, you just graduate, now you can travel to Asia for life with me &amp; pee anywhere! I feel kind of weird about it, I mean how you supposed to stick your paws in the earth to cover the pee up? So strange. But I feel happy that Mommy's proud for me. Ten minutes later, I do poop on the sidewalk too! I a city dog, a California city dog, doing poops &amp; pees for the streets baby! All is good. I love Cali. Glad to catch up on the posts. Sorry to keep you all waiting. I constantly talk about my dot blogspot dot com dot blogspots. This is fun stuff! I'm sort of getting used to living out of my car, out of my bags, free &amp; easy baby! It makes you be real present for moments. I'm just doing this, right now, just doing this baby. I got to see lots of amazing relatives &amp; friends all over the midwest &amp; west coast. Making so many new friends; everyone is so kind &amp; generous &amp; accepting for me, &amp; I am so grateful. I think now I'll revisit the ocean. Dad &amp; I went for a run this morning &amp; I saw ocean &amp; was scared shitless. I think I'll go get uncle Jason &amp; try again. I'll let you know how it goes. Surf on! Hang ten! Bueno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-1455094914345361885?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1455094914345361885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=1455094914345361885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/1455094914345361885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/1455094914345361885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/fruit-nut-land-aka-san-francisco.html' title='Fruit &amp; Nut Land (aka San Francisco)'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-6647346369353682569</id><published>2008-10-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:07:41.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe</title><content type='html'>Frigging love Tahoe. This place is amazing! The air smells so wonderful, the sky is as crystal clear blue as you could ever imagine. It smells of sweet pine &amp; sunbathing or something like this. Dad loves it too. He was amazed. Staying with Brosches, Kelly (beautiful mama), Felix (crazy awesome German man), Maya (my new bffffff), and Zoe (oh Zoe...). They're a great family. We stayed in Mom's old bedroom. Mama was tripped out by this. We did things like hiking, running through beautiful meadows, ummm, oh the water, my goodness gracious! It is the most beautiful thing I've seen in my lifing so far. It is so blue, &amp; different kinds of blue too, turquoise, green-blue, blue-green, seafoam green, sky blue, baby blue, navy blue, royal blue, light blue, dark blue, indigo blue, ummmm, sage green, sagey, kind of, minty green, minty blue-green, minty green-blue, green tea...I think this is all the colors of the lake. I run in this lake forever. All these adventures for Willest off-leash. Truly west coast. I think I'm a California girl cause I like to rest my weary bones tonight on a bed of California stars. Every night we cook lots of good vegetarians foods (Mommy doing this vegetarian kicks for me), drink lots of wine (well, Mom &amp; Dad &amp; Felix &amp; Kelly), have a little smokey, light the fireplace, listen to dub transient reggae music, ya mon! We were jamming! Dad's glad to finally meet Brosches. He loves them so much. Mom's so happy, memory-tripping for left for right. Anyways, that's Tahoe in a nutshell baby. Wish you were here. Love, Willest, the California water-dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-6647346369353682569?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6647346369353682569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=6647346369353682569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/6647346369353682569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/6647346369353682569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/tahoe.html' title='Tahoe'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-8662451618626976205</id><published>2008-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:58:15.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt Flats</title><content type='html'>Anyway. Remember we go through Salt Lake City? We stopped at a rest area in the salt flats &amp; got out &amp; ran around on the salt &amp; threw pebbles. There were mountains around to one side &amp; nothing but salt plains to the other. Mommy let me off leash &amp; Daddy ran around with me for a long time. Mommy wrote my name in rocks &amp; did handstands. My paws were all white &amp; salty. I loved it. Loving it. Then we drive forever &amp; ever &amp; ever through Nevada. Stopped at a few rest areas &amp; played a few nickel slots. I guess beginner's luck doesn't happen for everybody baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-8662451618626976205?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/8662451618626976205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=8662451618626976205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/8662451618626976205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/8662451618626976205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/salt-flats.html' title='Salt Flats'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471958676316741678.post-4280424847915588697</id><published>2008-10-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:03:12.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>dot blogspot dot com. well, today I take off for my new life in someplace other than here. the car is packed a lot. you buy this new roof, this new thing-on for the roof, so it makes my back seat more comfortable because stuff goes there. we took off to go west. we go through mountains &amp; canyons &amp; rivers, desert, windmills. what else daddy? I was pretty good in the car up until the last 200 miles. luckily we had a shorter day. thank goodness for my grammy denise &amp; grampa stevie. they buy me &amp; my parents a hotel for salt lake. it's very nice here. I'm very tired. we share food &amp; bed, shrimp &amp; chickens. then I fall asleep under the desk. I think I'll start taking photos to post on my blogspot dot com, so stay tuned friends. I hear mom &amp; dad talking about getting up in the morning early to go running before the road. I also hear something about bacons in the morning. so far off to a good start. I guess tomorrow I'll be in lake tahoe california. always wanted to be a california dog. mom's very excited because she used to live there &amp; we're going to see some of her favorite people. mom says she'll take me to kiva beach at lake tahoe. anyway, very excited even though sometimes I'm kind of freaking out. I'm very tired. going to sleep. shutting my big brown ones. god knows everything. love you, loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4471958676316741678-4280424847915588697?l=willawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/feeds/4280424847915588697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4471958676316741678&amp;postID=4280424847915588697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/4280424847915588697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4471958676316741678/posts/default/4280424847915588697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willawa.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>ap</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTIy0e75q98/SYPYfTCVClI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2jfnyou8HAQ/S220/MV5BMTc1NjE4NzYyMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODI4NzU3MQ%40%40._V1._SX420_SY293_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
