<?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-3545302957312986199</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:38:04.632-08:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Story of my SideCar'/><category term='Letter from Willie G.'/><category term='Observation'/><category term='Creating Happiness'/><category term='First Aid'/><category term='I love life'/><category term='From my human'/><category term='Mission Statement'/><category term='Eye Openner'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='The Key is Light'/><category term='Quotations by'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Our 1st Book'/><category term='In the heart of a dog'/><category term='Much like a human'/><category term='learning process'/><category term='Dog Opionion'/><category term='The Pet Philosopher'/><category term='Question'/><category term='Training Techniques'/><category term='Interesting Facts'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>Emma Zen The Biker Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>Dog Gone Wild! And yes, I am a girl. Always busy working as a Therapy Dog and Canine model. I was just looking for a little recreation when I hopped in my first side car. Little did I know it would turn out to be my thing! I have transformed from Shelter Survior to "Canine Ambassador for Biker Dogs." Ride On!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2281057585536832580</id><published>2012-01-27T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:38:04.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were President by an 11 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6rGDN0SJTg/TyOGq7HiiyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TLD0KucQ_d8/s1600/imagesCA2NNK0N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6rGDN0SJTg/TyOGq7HiiyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TLD0KucQ_d8/s200/imagesCA2NNK0N.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702549625163123490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouth's of babes. Today I overheard a conversation with an eleven year old about what she would change if she were President. And she said,"Well first of all I would make all shelters, no kill. Then I would make some kind of rule where all the people that worked in shelters had to "like" animals instead of just having a job. That way you'd hear people say "good dog" instead of mumbling and looking down at a piece of paper when you asked about a dog in the cage. I think that the shelters should be first and pet stores should be second." When asked what she meant she explained, "Shelters should be in the mall where people could see them first and then if anyone wanted a pet store dog they would have to drive farther away. I don't understand why dogs that need a home the most are the ones that are somewhere other than were all the people are?" (Whoa) People who work in shelters should work with the breed they like, instead of one person working with all the dogs and then not giving them love because they are afraid of one kind of dog or something like that. And when you go to get a dog you should have to sit down with a lady and tell them how many people live in your house and how much you are home and then they should match you up with a dog. Instead of walking through and getting a cute dog that turns out to not be too good for you. That is what I would do if I were President." I asked if I could post this story if I keep her name out of it and she said yes but seriously I am voting for an eleven year old for President!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2281057585536832580?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2281057585536832580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-were-president-by-11-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2281057585536832580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2281057585536832580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-were-president-by-11-year-old.html' title='If I were President by an 11 year old'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6rGDN0SJTg/TyOGq7HiiyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TLD0KucQ_d8/s72-c/imagesCA2NNK0N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6426754518657776799</id><published>2012-01-06T17:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:00:11.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsCNLVOQrQ/TwemzIo4qdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dWYx2DLaBvw/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsCNLVOQrQ/TwemzIo4qdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dWYx2DLaBvw/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694703651255790034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added up a few of my therapy dog hours. With the PAWS program I do not keep track but I have to have a minimum of 12 plus reading class which was 18 so that was a total of 30 days of service. Probably higher but like I said I don’t have to keep a count, then with The Bright &amp; Beautiful Therapy Dogs, Inc. I had a total of 59 days! This does not count for the days I spend in the public at events with the Emma Zen Foundation that added up to 27 days. (That did not include any online fundraisers.) Then there were all the days I went to work with My Human. (That was only 49 days) And.... the 21 days I was on vacation. (NEEDED!) So best to my canine addition this is how I spent 186 days of 2011. That's like half a year of specifics! Oh yeah and I spent 10 days on movie sets. The other half I service dogged, lazy dogged,hiker dogged and BIKER DOGGED it! Funny, looking at the numbers I am as well balanced as I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6426754518657776799?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6426754518657776799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6426754518657776799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6426754518657776799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsCNLVOQrQ/TwemzIo4qdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dWYx2DLaBvw/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8730416970378601421</id><published>2012-01-03T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T05:47:21.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ride Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7bWUDze78/TwMGsF07YfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GRhnwRxwLzM/s1600/b-483295-World_Map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7bWUDze78/TwMGsF07YfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GRhnwRxwLzM/s200/b-483295-World_Map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693401708474622450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the beginning of January 2012, the 2nd to be exact. I was on a motorcycle ride and was a the overlook above Palm Springs CA. My Human and I were sitting on the ground in a tiny piece of shade against a wall, just barely out of sight of the motorcycle and sidecar itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady approached with a small child and started telling the child about her father who rode in a motorcycle with a sidecar just like this, except for her story was different, her Dad took with him his beloved pet!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Human and I got up and introduced herself and I followed. The lady begin her story. How her father in the 1940's set off from Italy with his dog at his side and traveled their part of the world together on their motorcycle. He eventually ended up in India, the dog had passed away somewhere on the road and the Dad buried the pet in the sand. It was her fathers most outstanding tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A biker dog man in the 1940's! Oh those that come before us! I thought my Human was going to tear up, she so totally understood his feelings here so many years later. There is always someone that came before us and instead of thinking you are the first and special it is more of a distinguished feeling to know you are part of something bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me and my Human great honor to be apart of something that even this lady's father understood so many years ago. We remind in a moment of silence to acknowledge who he was and what he did and a little bit of the why he did it too. And then ride on being proud to call myself, A BIKER DOG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen and her Human, Debra Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8730416970378601421?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8730416970378601421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-around-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8730416970378601421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8730416970378601421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-around-world.html' title='A ride Around the World'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7bWUDze78/TwMGsF07YfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GRhnwRxwLzM/s72-c/b-483295-World_Map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4474486512954439935</id><published>2011-07-04T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:58:34.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Questions for Emma &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/EmmaZen" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/EmmaZen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4474486512954439935?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4474486512954439935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/07/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4474486512954439935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4474486512954439935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/07/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4880933711521953271</id><published>2011-06-03T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:37:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: denise@sunnydogink.com wants to share a video from http://www.ktla.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#000; 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font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;----- Forwarded Message -----&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "denise@sunnydogink.com" &amp;lt;denise@sunnydogink.com&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; debrajochiapuzio@yahoo.com; wolf25@charter.net; ekoelle@gmail.com; PF5@aol.com; casamilly@aol.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; denise@sunnydogink.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Friday, June 3, 2011 12:11 PM&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; denise@sunnydogink.com wants to share a video from http://www.ktla.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just shared a video with you from http://www.ktla.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is the Link: http://www.ktla.com/videobeta/8c8ab683-c678-48df-a316-ba2c2a57bdc4/News/KTLA-Eat-Beat&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/3545302957312986199-4880933711521953271?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4880933711521953271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/06/fw-denisesunnydoginkcom-wants-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4880933711521953271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4880933711521953271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/06/fw-denisesunnydoginkcom-wants-to-share.html' title='Fw: denise@sunnydogink.com wants to share a video from http://www.ktla.com'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7811310600045796747</id><published>2011-02-20T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:06:29.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my SideCar'/><title type='text'>The Story of My SideCar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0bwczMKWAA/TWF7dihSkCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i7ft2uH0uxM/s1600/IMG_8567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0bwczMKWAA/TWF7dihSkCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i7ft2uH0uxM/s200/IMG_8567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575873561074241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story and how I first jumped into a sidecar can be found online at &lt;a href="http://www.emmazen.com/BikerDog1.htm"&gt;http://www.emmazen.com/BikerDog1.htm&lt;/a&gt; but did you ever hear the story of the sidecar itself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad started searching online, you know the typical things craiglist, newspapers and dealer advertisements. He found two he was interested in and showed them to Mom, who immediately feel in love with the Road King and SideCar combo I now call mine. It belonged to a woman who lived in Arizona. Everything sounded good so off we went as a family to check it out. The bike only had 2,000 miles on it and it had been sitting in a garage for two years. When we arrived we were greeted by a man who was overseeing the transaction and he gave us this disclaimer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the bike was the woman's husband who had passed away of cancer. They had purchased the bike and sidecar new from the dealership and had one great long weekend run to California in it together before he became ill. At this point in time it was the last thing she owned that was his and the man gave us warning that she may get emotional. (Understandably So.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike was beautiful exactly what my humans wanted and transactions started taking place. The man was right and owner soon began to show signs of emotions. Up until this point I had been sitting in the truck and as fate would have it right around this moment I had to go potty... So Mom let me out of the truck. It was perfect timing too because I also doubled as a distraction. But none of us could have ever guess what was going to happen next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Susan found out the sidecar was for me all levels of emotions multiplied. She wasn't sad or discussed she was overcome with FATE! Yes Fate! The Bike and SideCar was now ours and with her blessings! She started talking about her husband and said he was standing up and clapping and just happy that his pride and joy was going for a Dog! She was as ecstatic to sell us the bike as we were to purchase it... A match made, in heaven? You see Susan and her husband are MAJOR supporters of Best Friends Animals Shelter in Utah! And nothing made her smile so big as the day I got my SideCar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Risi is an artist and often shows in her hometown of Arizona. We receive flyer's to her events in the mail often and just thought we'd tell in as much detail as we knew the story of way we support a cause that may seam on the surface to not have to much to do with animals.. Another good reason not to judge a book by it's cover! Because these ceramic vases have more to do with Animal Awareness then most could ever imagine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSI6KOJCf6g/TWGBAtrRGsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kIlQ0iXgzJw/s1600/Susan%2BRisi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSI6KOJCf6g/TWGBAtrRGsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kIlQ0iXgzJw/s200/Susan%2BRisi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575879662922439362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put the Biker in my Canine Ambassador!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7811310600045796747?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7811310600045796747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-my-sidecar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7811310600045796747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7811310600045796747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-of-my-sidecar.html' title='The Story of My SideCar!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0bwczMKWAA/TWF7dihSkCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i7ft2uH0uxM/s72-c/IMG_8567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6133086485788838150</id><published>2011-02-19T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T03:19:06.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Cancer Concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fteUKiCeXm0/TV-m-OWkZxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/54s3U8fbEfs/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fteUKiCeXm0/TV-m-OWkZxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/54s3U8fbEfs/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575358451642820370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard that you should not use plastic containers in microwave or cover your food in the microwave with plastic wrap. There are numerous warnings about freezing plastic bottles such as water bottles too. But have you heard no to drink bottled water that has been left in a car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the heat reacts with the chemicals in the plastic of the bottle which releases dioxin into the water. Dioxin is a chemical which causes cancer, this toxin is being increasingly found in breast cancer tissue. So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, if heat reacts to plastic and plastic release cancer causing toxins. And humans are being warned about the possible health risks. And your dog(s) are in the car, what the heck is your dogs water in????? If you are uncertain and are taking precautions with yourself, PLEASE change my water source too... To tell you the truth Mom and I JUST took this into considerations ourselves. So we are now on the hut for an appropriate water holder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions please post. There is so much canine cancer out there too... I just suggesting that if you are playing it safe, please do so for me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6133086485788838150?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6133086485788838150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/canine-cancer-concerns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6133086485788838150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6133086485788838150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/canine-cancer-concerns.html' title='Canine Cancer Concerns'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fteUKiCeXm0/TV-m-OWkZxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/54s3U8fbEfs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4895867392719735928</id><published>2011-02-14T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T17:12:17.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Openner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><title type='text'>On Losing a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_9ZA7x_Jck/TVnQbNiYQYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/34GCmCTu7SA/s1600/Kayzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_9ZA7x_Jck/TVnQbNiYQYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/34GCmCTu7SA/s200/Kayzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573715179756601730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kayzee. She passed away last week leaving a grieving human. I feel for him, as I am sure we all do. A dogs life being so much shorter than your own I believe you have all experienced this almost unbearable emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect timing to share a story I had just heard the week before. A friend of mine was sharing her story about her once in a lifetime dog and how he was lost his life to a hit and run driver. She said within a week she found herself at the shelter again looking for a new dog because, "she didn't want to live without that kind of love in her life!" OMD How powerful is that?!. She didn't want to live without that kind of love in her life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is human to grieve. I know it is human to not want to put your heart on the line again. And for all you humans go through and the numerous lines I could print. I will just live you with, "She didn't want to live without that king of love in her life!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our connections are powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4895867392719735928?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4895867392719735928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-losing-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4895867392719735928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4895867392719735928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-losing-dog.html' title='On Losing a Dog'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_9ZA7x_Jck/TVnQbNiYQYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/34GCmCTu7SA/s72-c/Kayzee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8698440928520822440</id><published>2011-02-05T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:39:50.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Openner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stranger things have happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TU2KprmdSqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sIQp7n-KRag/s1600/thumbnailCAPVYP3W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TU2KprmdSqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sIQp7n-KRag/s200/thumbnailCAPVYP3W.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570260762810469026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on a street that gets the same traffic everyday. It's a little group of houses with one way in and one way out so there doesn't seem to be a lot of unaccounted for passer-by's. Yesterday I was sitting out in the front yard, off leash, all by myself as I usually do. And even though I look like I am in my own world my over protective Mother is typically in the office, a room where she can see me but I can't necessarily see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday this pickup truck stopped right after it passed me and a big strapping 40 something male got out and look right at me and then sort of acted like he was checking his tires. The truck was newer and looked to me as if it were at age to be mechanical trouble. My Mother came flying out of the house like her hair was on fire! She saw me, the good dog who hadn't moved an inch, and the white truck (I know the picture is black.) The bed of truck sported 3 in poor shape dog crates and looked messy. Mom took out her phone and walked into the middle of the yard as if she didn't care at all what he thought and took a picture of the vehicle, the man and the plate! He didn't even say anything "how weird" Mom that was. Then he got back into the drivers seat, reeves his perfectly good engine as if to check it out and put it in gear and left... We have never seen this truck before and I hope he doesn't come back. Mom can be scary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about a famous dog last year that got dog-napped for ransom it was out here in Southern Ca that such a thing did happen! And how often are lose dogs picked up by people who just want to sell a soul to make a buck? This is just a reminder that just because you can be off leash doesn't mean you should be by yourself! Just a reminder of safety and well-being. How many times has someone told you not to go hike alone or not to talk to strangers or... you know the list goes on and on and sometimes humans get complacent or comfortable. The basics are still the basics! Be aware, weirder things have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8698440928520822440?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8698440928520822440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/stranger-things-have-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8698440928520822440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8698440928520822440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/02/stranger-things-have-happened.html' title='Stranger things have happened'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TU2KprmdSqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sIQp7n-KRag/s72-c/thumbnailCAPVYP3W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5423744919833893647</id><published>2011-01-30T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:04:33.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother is like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUV9tX8GRiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IiRxwLcWvQo/s1600/thumbnailCAAE28QU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUV9tX8GRiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IiRxwLcWvQo/s200/thumbnailCAAE28QU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567994732787156514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom. (That is a sentence in itself but to continue.) My Mom is so.... dog! Yesterday she was talking a mile a minute (LOL I know you are all picturing that one already.) to a neighbor of ours that I go walking with. When in the middle of her sentence she looks over the neighbors shoulders and says "LIZARD" and then goes right back to her story, never skipping a beat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barked right out loud!!!!!! BOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Story by Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5423744919833893647?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5423744919833893647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mother-is-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5423744919833893647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5423744919833893647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mother-is-like-me.html' title='My Mother is like Me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUV9tX8GRiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IiRxwLcWvQo/s72-c/thumbnailCAAE28QU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7988171823328429386</id><published>2011-01-27T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:26:27.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much like a human'/><title type='text'>I am really not a dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUM0ef3ECfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bA1ugZsW_Ms/s1600/dog%2Bface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUM0ef3ECfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bA1ugZsW_Ms/s200/dog%2Bface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567351262913235442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had maybe ? seven days in my whole life where I had nothing to do. Where my humans where not home or available to meet my every need. Maybe ? seven days in my whole life. One time Mom was in the hospital for 5 days but Dad came home twice a day to see me. And I think once they left me here alone all day I don't remember why. Then there was today... I don't know what was going on but Mom had stuff EVERYWHERE and she looked well... sort of panicked and she stepped over me a few times! OVER ME! ME! What the ? and then she shot out of here like her hair was on fire. Dad didn't come home for three hour! It was a weird day. It was a day where I wasn't the center of every moments attention. It was a day where I was alone. It was the type of day you would experience if you were a ? ... canine!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I have maybe ? only had seven days in my whole life where I had nothing to do and all I have to say is, "I am glad I am really not a dog." :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7988171823328429386?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7988171823328429386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-really-not-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7988171823328429386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7988171823328429386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-really-not-dog.html' title='I am really not a dog!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TUM0ef3ECfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bA1ugZsW_Ms/s72-c/dog%2Bface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-562703082147150026</id><published>2011-01-18T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:10:37.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Use my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TTZjC675gMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1f-mngRSwBs/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TTZjC675gMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1f-mngRSwBs/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563743291494203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using someones name gives them a sense of self. &lt;br /&gt;Using someones name gives recognition and acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;Using someones name takes "ownership" out of the equation. &lt;br /&gt;Using someones name gives worth. &lt;br /&gt;Using someones name gives equality to each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not "the" dog. I am Emma Zen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: This works with humans too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-562703082147150026?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/562703082147150026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/use-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/562703082147150026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/562703082147150026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/use-my-name.html' title='Use my name'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TTZjC675gMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1f-mngRSwBs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6378626730839771771</id><published>2011-01-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:03:17.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>She taught me that too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TSM8mrFUWQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kEHeYowQg_w/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TSM8mrFUWQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kEHeYowQg_w/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558353000203049218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Mom's new writing table. It wasn't hidden. It's didn't say "don't read". It was just sitting there in the open. So I picked it up and read some. Now I am positive that putting it on the Internet is not my permission to do. However I found it lovely and something maybe the other humans on this site would relate too. So when she gets mad at me, I would appreciate it if someone has my back.... Emma Zen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being a woman who was brought up on a horse, I would have never guessed that my Black Beauty would turn out to be a Labrador. But that is exactly how this story goes. By the time I began this tale she was already three years old. She already had a name for herself. A bit of a local celebrity. A Shelter Survivor turn Therapy Dog. A model, a role model, a fundraiser and a most cherished Biker Dog. Her presence spanned the covers of newspapers, calendars, books, magazines, social portals and web address. If you doubt her standings, someday just "Google" Emma Zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this creature I have learned more than those before her have tried to teach me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this dog by my side I have been able to accomplish that which I use to just dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of a dog how many can relate? Oh the answers of live that lie between our relationship, I see you.. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clarity gave me the opportunity to become me. It gave me a reason to concentrate on someone other than myself, and who emerged was... me! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a momentous finding to be credited to a dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder some societies worship them. I am not saying that I think my Dog is God, however she is the closest to Heaven I have even been to here on Earth. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life thus far has been grand!! I have had fortune and heavy baggage. I have seen success and tasted failures. I have loved and I have lost. I have stood atop a mountain and laid rock bottom. We all have. I have learned to be and have stopped trying to be. And yes, she taught me that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow building yourself and your life or your standing up is a lot of work, and can leave you with a hole inside that isn't pretty. Standing in the shallow with your hair combed, you can feel pretty good. (I have no idea why I just said that.) But yes, this too she taught me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could write a book! (LOL) Giving each chapter of our lives a title and drawing out a picture in words. It would be fabulous. I believe so many would connect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does it need to be our story? why does it need to be about us? Everyone has a story. And yours is just as important to you as mine is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I decide to stop talking, I decided to listen. She taught me that too. I leave the rest of this notebook empty, giving the next person a place to record your personal novel. So much of the life I have with my dog is documented and the feelings I have I get to acknowledge to myself. I hope you May do the same with the pages that are left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with my dog, my everything, my Black Beauty. And that is exactly how my story goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra Jo Chiapuzio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then she drew a tiny picture of me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6378626730839771771?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6378626730839771771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-taught-me-that-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6378626730839771771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6378626730839771771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-taught-me-that-too.html' title='She taught me that too.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TSM8mrFUWQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kEHeYowQg_w/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8734392629809395084</id><published>2010-12-31T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:02:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EZN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TR4J-vRROZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x8sPZef2C90/s1600/thumbnailCAYW31GK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TR4J-vRROZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x8sPZef2C90/s200/thumbnailCAYW31GK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556889963667208594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen's Network ?!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard Oprah is starting her OWN network and there was plug on TV about casting your idea for your "own" show. Well, no one asked me and I, I have an idea. It may not be grand and spectacular. It may or may not be film interesting. But it is the grandest of all ideas! It is an idea that can change your being, an idea that can change your life, ideas that are contaigous and effects the daily well-being of others. An idea that is a do-able action. There's the word, I propose ACTION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are NO excuses, no reason for delay, no reason for lack of effort, no reason to not try. I am one of the worlds laziest dogs and I have accomplished so much. If I can do it, so can you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah has become a peak of this industry, of my idea. She has the means to make a difference on such a grand scale that sometimes I think humans would rather sit and watch then try to do something that would pale in comparison. But collectively we are a much bigger wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this New Year 2011 I am asking all we know to "Do Something".  To "Take Action". You maybe one of those people with influence? More power to you. You may think you have nothing to offer? SMILE! (Those are extremely contaigous!) Let the elderly in your neighborh talk to you for a minute instead of rushing by them. "DO" the smallest action!!! Help. Lend a hand. Be patient. Listen. Sit on someone's lap! People seem to love it when I do that one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be young and think it all about you and that this doesn't apply? Are you kidding? Youth makes up such scale of humanity, you are an ocean! You may know or feel exactly what I am talking about. If so then you &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; you can make a difference, so just do it. &lt;strong&gt;NO EXCUSES, it is so EZ! to do!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like more average people to know they &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; make a difference."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8734392629809395084?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8734392629809395084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ezn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8734392629809395084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8734392629809395084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ezn.html' title='EZN'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TR4J-vRROZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/x8sPZef2C90/s72-c/thumbnailCAYW31GK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4858940771100481571</id><published>2010-12-27T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:11:11.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the heart of a dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TRlqUDrYRYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8mw1HpLad2M/s1600/39443_1492389039303_1521351371_31028958_4248628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TRlqUDrYRYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8mw1HpLad2M/s200/39443_1492389039303_1521351371_31028958_4248628_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555588508155397506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the best thing in life you can do is just be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always have to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard humans say things like: I didn't know what to do. I couldn't' be of help. I felt useless. They didn't care that I was trying. I wasn't doing any good. Everything I did was wrong. I was just in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems humans aren't to comfortable being, well uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a dog I am often in this positions. Times when you as a human need helping hand or a pat on the back. Or simple direction. Or just a hug. Times when a "it will be okay" would do and guess what I do...? NOTHING.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing and I am one of the best comforts a human can have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you either figure out how that is or you just accept that it is and do the best thing that you can, which sometimes is nothing!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4858940771100481571?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4858940771100481571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4858940771100481571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4858940771100481571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-there.html' title='Be there'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TRlqUDrYRYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8mw1HpLad2M/s72-c/39443_1492389039303_1521351371_31028958_4248628_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7869692541832338101</id><published>2010-11-12T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:28:03.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the heart of a dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>When my job is done... A nighttime story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TN0kk8rrjnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tpd8SuE9FZI/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TN0kk8rrjnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tpd8SuE9FZI/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538623333918805618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most nights I go to bed with my humans. All three of us and even the cat crowding a king size mattress. Some point early morning I arise and sneak off to my own bed. A dog bed fit for a king, covered in a fuzzy blanket with a small white pillow for my head and laced with all my favorite night time toys. It occasionally smells like biscuits as I have been known to eat a night time snack or two upon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans might think: she really loves her bed. Because we fall asleep with her at our feet and awake most mornings to find her fast asleep in her big dog bed. Little do they know: my job was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a canine I have intuition. I know when they are safe. I know when it is okay for me to leave them and retreat to my own oasis. They are the ones who take me to bed, it is not us dog that simple follow you into the sack. We truly are not that simple. We have purpose! And when the night as fallen our instincts to keep you safe, comfortable, adjusted is well something bed time stories are made of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you relax? How do you unwind? What gives you that sigh of relieve that allows you to drift asleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a warm blanket? A cold sheet? The feel of a partner next to you? Is it a body position? An extra pillow? The familiar sound of your own yard? Does a clock tick in the back round? Does the wind chime ring softly in the distances? What makes you sigh that sound of the days relief and allows you to drift asleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I think.. it's the dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7869692541832338101?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7869692541832338101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-my-job-is-done-nighttime-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7869692541832338101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7869692541832338101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-my-job-is-done-nighttime-story.html' title='When my job is done... A nighttime story.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TN0kk8rrjnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tpd8SuE9FZI/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-506635057995686963</id><published>2010-07-31T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:15:27.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email from Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFQ95iBkYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rfoqPdE5NMY/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFQ95iBkYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rfoqPdE5NMY/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500089103521440482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note from my human:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received this email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today my husband and I were driving down the 90 frwy near Rapid City when we passed a dog on a motorcycle. Later that afternoon we were talking about at a restaurant in town when the waiter said, "You saw Emma!" she eats here too. He gave us your postcard and that is how we found your delightful website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to sure with you are our observations from when we first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;The dog was rubbing it's head vigorously on the front of the bucket she was sitting in and pushed some glasses off her face. My husband said, "watch her smack that dog now." The lady on the back reached over and took the glasses off even more. Then wiped the dogs eyes and next took the heal of her hand and gave the dog a good eye rubbing! She put the glasses back over the dogs eyes and then... kissed the dog on the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this love and care at 60 MPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot I could say about what I saw though I will end with just one statement, "it was beautiful".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcie from Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the kind of emails I have received about Emma since we have been on vacation. The number of people she touches and the time they take to express themselves to us. It is just amazing how many people her life touches. If this is the by-product of loving your dog as much as I do and from taking them everywhere with you, even on vacation. Then I will never leave home without my dog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I never do. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-506635057995686963?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/506635057995686963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/email-from-michigan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/506635057995686963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/506635057995686963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/email-from-michigan.html' title='Email from Michigan'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFQ95iBkYuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rfoqPdE5NMY/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7683588642767984866</id><published>2010-07-28T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:51:43.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Five?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFDrLR0G3hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eRqDKYxxQU4/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFDrLR0G3hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eRqDKYxxQU4/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499153724012420626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom would like to take credit for this thought, though actually the question came out of my Dad. He is watching a show about an undercover operation in Pet Land Pet Stores. People, go to Animal Planet and see this show or educate yourself. So that first we can act different, then make better choices and then make a difference. The program is shocking. &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/tv-schedules/special.html?paid=15.15976.129051.0.0"&gt;http://animal.discovery.com/tv-schedules/special.html?paid=15.15976.129051.0.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the middle of it he said, "Do you know how a child's personality they say is form in the first five years. Do you think that is true for dogs?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the reason so many "pure breeds" from some pet stores and breeders are so spastic or sickly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us your input. Conversation starts awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, Emma Zen the Shelter Survivor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7683588642767984866?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683588642767984866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7683588642767984866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7683588642767984866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-five.html' title='First Five?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TFDrLR0G3hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eRqDKYxxQU4/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3000082231706535813</id><published>2010-07-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:27:45.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TEesdHDVUwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VeUKV8XkUz8/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TEesdHDVUwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VeUKV8XkUz8/s200/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496551486338192130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I chased a rabbit behind a barn under a rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3000082231706535813?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3000082231706535813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3000082231706535813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3000082231706535813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TEesdHDVUwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VeUKV8XkUz8/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7752648051604557691</id><published>2010-07-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:50:36.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TDQVbGIFDZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vPvxr7GdJNg/s1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TDQVbGIFDZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vPvxr7GdJNg/s200/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491037400916626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was a pet. One day I belonged to the world. One day I was me. One day I was famous. One day I was a dog. One day I was an actor. One day I was a family member. One day I was a model. One day I was young. One day I was older. One day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your day brings may you enjoy it... It is but a page in your own book!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7752648051604557691?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7752648051604557691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-happened-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7752648051604557691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7752648051604557691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-happened-so-fast.html' title='It happened so fast'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TDQVbGIFDZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vPvxr7GdJNg/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1410985579364024229</id><published>2010-06-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:27:03.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my human'/><title type='text'>A note from my human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TCpIxo9gSoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jc0LuhtD-tQ/s1600/thumbnailCA5XLDXZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TCpIxo9gSoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jc0LuhtD-tQ/s200/thumbnailCA5XLDXZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488279113550547586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Emma to Therapy. There was a man with a cane who was laid out in a recliner stretched all the way back. I took the other recliner and pushed it up next to his and had Emma get up and lay in it. She curled up in a little ball and rested her head on the now 2 wide arm rest. Soon she fell asleep with the man's hand on her head. As I watched them both from a few feet away I saw him too close his eyes and then simultaneously, as if on cue, they both took a deep breath and sighed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no camera's allowed in this center and yet the picture was so beautiful. It makes me pause and wish to remind everyone to stop doing and just be. To put down the cameras, the computers and the cell phones. To go out and then come home with the vision of a yellow flower, or the memory of a good smell or the visual of such contentment. It is within those moments, the ones documented from our own accord that we actually feel alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Emma's human.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1410985579364024229?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1410985579364024229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/note-from-my-human.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1410985579364024229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1410985579364024229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/note-from-my-human.html' title='A note from my human'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TCpIxo9gSoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jc0LuhtD-tQ/s72-c/thumbnailCA5XLDXZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-870195668733895200</id><published>2010-06-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:08:25.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What my human learned from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TBGLkcv3saI/AAAAAAAAAN8/89QSN7-fYgA/s1600/thumbnailCA1OQ4DQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TBGLkcv3saI/AAAAAAAAAN8/89QSN7-fYgA/s200/thumbnailCA1OQ4DQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481315679795130786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a bad day or at least that is what one could assume. You see, me at home all day without my human is stressful. I suffer from separation anxiety. But when Mom walked in the door I stood up and gave her my happiest slow, head down, ears cute, butt wiggle walk I could! I was so happy to see her and it was that happiness I wanted to share first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra, my human, took off early in the morning. Early of a terrible morning, after a terrible nights sleep, with terrible news. Her head had so many things running through it. She was off though to lunch with a friend. She thought of the story above, or days like that where I had met her with such enthusiasm even after the following of a no good day and she though, I will not go to my "friends" house, lay my woes at her door. For then I will only have to complain and be more negative and no time to heal or be possitive. So she did this and yet even though it was a struggle it was far less traumatic then pouring out what made her day bad to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she left and her day got worse. Much worse and it wasn't much better the next day. But what I have seen my human do is to try. To know in her own head what has to been done and to do it and to not perpetuate the negativity by overly repeating it too much or everywhere she goes. I have watched her smile, hold back a snarly, listen to others and I swear today I saw her wag her butt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is working. She looks like she is getting grounded again.. My human has learned from my behaviors. Dogs, be good. You never know who you are affecting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-870195668733895200?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/870195668733895200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-my-human-learned-from-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/870195668733895200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/870195668733895200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-my-human-learned-from-me.html' title='What my human learned from me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/TBGLkcv3saI/AAAAAAAAAN8/89QSN7-fYgA/s72-c/thumbnailCA1OQ4DQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-221814852674654066</id><published>2010-05-25T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:46:52.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much like a human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>It's all in our heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_xRxYT1JDI/AAAAAAAAANs/G5AdPfLgt3I/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_xRxYT1JDI/AAAAAAAAANs/G5AdPfLgt3I/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475341155756745778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Mom and I were in the car sitting patiently in the driveway of a gas station in the ready to exit position. The cars in the first lane were at a stop due to the light. Then car two inched up as close as possible to car one, anxiously starting back and forth at us as if it were one for all race for second position. Mom and I just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't going to go anywhere so we sat there while she rubbed my head and then all of a sudden, "honkkkkkkk" a car screamed. We looked up and there was car three, completely inpatient, constantly looking at us like we weren't in enough of a hurry to take the now mile long space she was offering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom noticed. One person did the wrong thing or a mean thing at least, and one person try to attempt a nice move. However both people were in the same head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs, unfortunately suffer from this too. See tell me to sit and stay and I am find. Have my Mom leave the room and I look good on the outside but on the inside "I'm Panicking!" It all in our heads too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think actions speak louder than words: I think it's all in our heads. Don't aim for perfection just be aware and they aiming for more often then not, they could be a great improvement for many. I am not perfect either I suffer from the same internal chatterm however my episode seam to few and far between in comparsion to your kind. So I suggest, when your listening to your head you stop and put your dog, it may give you a different perspective and allow you sit where you are in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-221814852674654066?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/221814852674654066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-in-our-heads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/221814852674654066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/221814852674654066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-in-our-heads.html' title='It&apos;s all in our heads'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_xRxYT1JDI/AAAAAAAAANs/G5AdPfLgt3I/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3401841127601576794</id><published>2010-05-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:09:56.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>They called me what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_tMnveWMmI/AAAAAAAAANk/SF281w3XLws/s1600/thumbnailCAARW963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_tMnveWMmI/AAAAAAAAANk/SF281w3XLws/s200/thumbnailCAARW963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475054017641329250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I have been referred to as a celebrity, a movie star, award worthy and beautiful. If I were human it might go to my head and then my actions might lean more to trying to prove that they were right. However, I am dog. My human heard the labels and being part dog herself, she was able to hear, recognize and continue to be herself. Which means, I will wake up tomorrow (God willing) and go to morning Therapy so I can see my favorite person. And then go to Pasadena so I can visit Granny and hang out in the family room with all the dog lovers. Then go to GrandMEM's just to get my weekly kiss. In short, tomorrow I am no different then today. And my actions reflect who I am and yes it made some of you call me some names, but sticks and stones people, even if the name calling is Grand! (BOL, Sticks and Stones.... that is what you say even if you like the names they call you. It does give you a way to recenter yourself and be your own dog! No matter what they are saying.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3401841127601576794?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3401841127601576794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-called-me-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3401841127601576794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3401841127601576794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-called-me-what.html' title='They called me what?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_tMnveWMmI/AAAAAAAAANk/SF281w3XLws/s72-c/thumbnailCAARW963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1498445591340291026</id><published>2010-05-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:54:51.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>It's okay to say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_dVLCkWO1I/AAAAAAAAANc/Mi-PJWnXDWM/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_dVLCkWO1I/AAAAAAAAANc/Mi-PJWnXDWM/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473937520248372050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't written for awhile. I have been busy doing Therapy for causes I never dreamed I would have the honor to represent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, some one referred to me as "a celebrity" and I have to tale you how that made me feel. If I were human, I would have shed a tear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had wonderful, incredible opportunities to enjoy my own life and to help some many other lives in so many diverse ways. I was just being myself and stepping one paw at a time in front of myself. It wasn't until recently that I looked back and realized I had laid a path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path for others to follow. A path for my human to continue when I am gone. A path whose road is lined with the happiness, the hearts, the hopes of many. In looking back I can see why someone might refer to me in a name I haven't called myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not full of myself but I am proud of my accomplishments, and that's okay to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1498445591340291026?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1498445591340291026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-okay-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1498445591340291026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1498445591340291026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-okay-to-say.html' title='It&apos;s okay to say!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S_dVLCkWO1I/AAAAAAAAANc/Mi-PJWnXDWM/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4142806121757439302</id><published>2010-05-10T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:40:33.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-im0YowNtI/AAAAAAAAANU/XIAdmXyyvM4/s1600/thumbnailCALE6XR6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-im0YowNtI/AAAAAAAAANU/XIAdmXyyvM4/s200/thumbnailCALE6XR6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469805166338258642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted that I was a lucky dog and I you know.... I am. Not your, stick your snout in the air kind of "I am", but the in my heart I really "feel" that way "I am." I think that is okay to say you feel lucky. In fact, I feel lucky when things are going great. I feel lucky when things don't seem to change. I feel lucky when nothing is going right. I just "feel" lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is another key to life? To "feel" the way you wish you did or to "feel" the way you would like to be. It's all about what we tell ourselves anyways not what others tell us to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: If I see my human walk over to the treat jar, I feel lucky! If I get a treat, I "feel" really lucky again. If I see my human walk over to the treat jar, I "feel" lucky! If she passes it up and looks back and smiles at me, I still "feel" real lucky too. You see, I "feel" the same, weather I got the treat or not. I just "feel" lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4142806121757439302?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4142806121757439302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4142806121757439302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4142806121757439302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-lucky.html' title='Feeling Lucky'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-im0YowNtI/AAAAAAAAANU/XIAdmXyyvM4/s72-c/thumbnailCALE6XR6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-9041058207938528877</id><published>2010-05-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:42:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today has a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-bI-gCgKyI/AAAAAAAAANM/u9bMOTLejUA/s1600/thumbnailCAWTFCWZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-bI-gCgKyI/AAAAAAAAANM/u9bMOTLejUA/s200/thumbnailCAWTFCWZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469279773565922082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has a title: Mothers Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to knowing if you truly hold the properties that the title days describe, is by finding out if you do anything different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will explain. Today I am not doing anything different then any other day. I am not feeling anything different, then any other day. I am not acting, trying or reaching for anything different. Today, I love my Mom!! Today, I love my Mom like I did yesterday and like I will do tomorrow. As I see it, I really do, Love my Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title Day's are there for you humans, I think. I have no idea why you need so many reminders? But that is all they are. If you live at one level and then get all excited for Valentines day and then return to your level of being, and then get all excited about Mothers Day and then return to your level of being again. Aren't you creating your own roller coaster? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a dog! Love always and often. Love consistently and with matched enthusiasm everyday and then each day will feel like it has a title on it and eachday will be grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't overlook our sometimes seaming small gesture as insignificant, a dog kisses, a noses nudge, a tail wag! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I do the same, feel the same, think the same: I love my Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-9041058207938528877?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9041058207938528877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-has-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9041058207938528877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9041058207938528877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-has-title.html' title='Today has a title'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S-bI-gCgKyI/AAAAAAAAANM/u9bMOTLejUA/s72-c/thumbnailCAWTFCWZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6581962749965135583</id><published>2010-04-24T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:17:38.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotations by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>SEEING is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9Oz8_FGswI/AAAAAAAAANE/BztTS4e7IGU/s1600/thumbnailCATRDLVC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9Oz8_FGswI/AAAAAAAAANE/BztTS4e7IGU/s200/thumbnailCATRDLVC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463908633236910850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an advantage as dog for I can not video tape, I can not hold a camera heck I can not hold a phone. My eyes are my lenses and my memories are my pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my human tell a story about the first time she went to Italy. After her return she had hundreds of pictures and years later it was those pictures she remember not the experience of that first trip. She is lucky, she returned many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand the concept of what is coming tomorrow. I only understand today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was beautiful. Technicolor. That is what I believe you call it. The greens where so light they looked fake and trees came in orange and white and red. Mustard weed field fields with yellow and the air with sweet aroma. Orange fields, the Apple fields looked as good as they smelt. Raccoons crossed the street and the sky was abundant with birds. The unfamiliar sound of hooves on pavement lead way to the smells of a horse. The winds were gentle, the sun warm upon my fur and my paws tingling cold with feel of the snow. Today was an experience I saw with my eyes and I heard with my ears and I smelt with my snout and I touched with my pads and I tasted when I eat. Today was beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be as nature intended once in awhile. Put down your camera, stop talking outwards and let what be in. For all that I am, I am made of my experience and they linger as long as your film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an advantage, I know seeing is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What touches us, lingers." Emma Zen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6581962749965135583?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6581962749965135583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/seeing-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6581962749965135583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6581962749965135583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/seeing-is-beautiful.html' title='SEEING is beautiful'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9Oz8_FGswI/AAAAAAAAANE/BztTS4e7IGU/s72-c/thumbnailCATRDLVC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3539271533998074286</id><published>2010-04-23T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:05:15.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9JCkryhdRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/chjv4nAPqpQ/s1600/thumbnailCAONRQYG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9JCkryhdRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/chjv4nAPqpQ/s200/thumbnailCAONRQYG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463502495951189266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me as you all do, you probably all assume this is about food! It's not. Today I had to wait around. My Dad had to go get something from Harley Davidson. My Mom had to get this and that too. It got me to thinking: Why do humans need so much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take away my collar, my leash and my toys what is leftover is me. And I, am dog! If you were stripped of your things who would you be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious. (The cat is wearing off on me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma the dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3539271533998074286?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3539271533998074286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/leftovers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3539271533998074286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3539271533998074286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S9JCkryhdRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/chjv4nAPqpQ/s72-c/thumbnailCAONRQYG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1138399655227522231</id><published>2010-04-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:52:40.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the heart of a dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Canine Lit Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8-rmZSzz5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/sLyJLPXMrGE/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8-rmZSzz5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/sLyJLPXMrGE/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462773549136859026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a P.A.W.S. Therapy Dog (Pets Are Wonderful Support) a program sponsored by the Orange County Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (that's a mouth full) OCSPCA! They invited me to join a six week program implementing the R.E.A.D. program of Utah. Confused yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I here it's all that and a box of biscuits! I know everyone would understand if I stuck my snout in the air over this. But I don't think then, that you'd being seeing it from my point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was lying on a blanket and this kid was reading "Alice in Wonderland" to me. He was telling me all these tails about rabbits, caterpillars and cats! I was laying down when I rested my head on his leg. The child kept reading and with his left hand started stroking my head. When he got to the end of the page he showed me the picture on the page. I licked it, because I knew I was suppose to do something. Then he turned the page and did the most incredible thing. He held the pages in my direction and he sort stretched his neck to read on an angle to me. And when he was done with his chapter he got down on my level and held onto my face and asked, "Did you like that story Emma?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone would understand, being a part of such a prestigous events, if I stuck my snout in the air. But instead I choose to nuzzle my new friends, kiss those I can get away with kissing and tell everyone I know, "I love reading with kids!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma, the other student&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1138399655227522231?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1138399655227522231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/canine-lit-program.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1138399655227522231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1138399655227522231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/canine-lit-program.html' title='Canine Lit Program'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8-rmZSzz5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/sLyJLPXMrGE/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6606930096019130512</id><published>2010-04-20T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:56:02.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Postmaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S84iw_LnOdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZGLnqnOqGg/s1600/thumbnailCATM1AK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S84iw_LnOdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZGLnqnOqGg/s200/thumbnailCATM1AK2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462341623036197330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why we bark at the mailman? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because we are being dogs. It is because everytime I bark at him, he goes away! And like all dogs, I love success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lesson there in positive reinforcement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought I was being bad? Learn to look for the good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6606930096019130512?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6606930096019130512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/postmaster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6606930096019130512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6606930096019130512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/postmaster.html' title='Postmaster'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S84iw_LnOdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZGLnqnOqGg/s72-c/thumbnailCATM1AK2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7701364981426068297</id><published>2010-04-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:46:47.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8aZYUor4nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LaziQukxpIU/s1600/thumbnailCAI4361Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8aZYUor4nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LaziQukxpIU/s200/thumbnailCAI4361Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460220241368572530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be famous. I want people to know me, notice me. I want to have more recognition then I already do. I want to be famous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a movie star. I don't want to walk up and not be able to walk around dog park. But I want to be a star! I don't want to do paw prints at signings or stand in the light on a red carpet. But I want them to say there she is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be famous. I want to be famous so I can have a louder voice and people who listen. As I climb the tree of recognition I have met humans with hearts as big as dog! Some save, some teach, some humor. Some help, some assist, some ride! If I were famous more people would hear. I love to sing a song of praise and I have so many wonderful friends to sing about. I want to be famous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me that is what fame was. No one told me that fortune was in the presentation of others. No one showed me that recognition gave you the ability to introduce. I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good at it.. I am proud to do it. And I want to be famous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment in self absorption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7701364981426068297?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7701364981426068297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/listen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7701364981426068297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7701364981426068297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/listen-up.html' title='Listen Up'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8aZYUor4nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LaziQukxpIU/s72-c/thumbnailCAI4361Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6338387551174558707</id><published>2010-04-12T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:43:40.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8Ov7qwTgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LIs1ZmuYuA0/s1600/thumbnailCA05TMAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8Ov7qwTgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LIs1ZmuYuA0/s200/thumbnailCA05TMAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459400612927210290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I witnessed something that was sure different this week in my own house. You see, last week Mom and I walked into a friends house, with the friend and she saw this bowl of flowers on the floor shattered and laying in the water on her wooden floors and the first words out of her mouth were, "Baxter, What did you do!!!" She was mad. Me and Mom just sat quietly in the corner while she cleaned up and stayed out of her way. While Baxter sort of slumped in the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was home alone the shower door shattered into a million pieces, literally. They were all the way down the hall. When Mom walked in she said in her normal calm voice "Em Emm where you at?" and up I walked and she hugged me and asked me if I was okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here within lays the difference. Not the difference in a dog (Baxter reminds innocent until proven guilty and the cat wasn't talking.) but the difference between humans. Not that one is good and one is bad. But one lives not looking for someone to blame all the time. I am not here to explain all of that, it is for you yourself to learn how to live happy and free. But I do want to point out that your state of mind does make a difference in how you see me or see your own dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you fall into Baxter's Moms situation, I have one thing to say. In doing your best to take care of your animals, take better care of yourself. It trickles down, believe me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6338387551174558707?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6338387551174558707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-wasnt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6338387551174558707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6338387551174558707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-wasnt-me.html' title='It wasn&apos;t me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S8Ov7qwTgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LIs1ZmuYuA0/s72-c/thumbnailCA05TMAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-379437574361416691</id><published>2010-04-09T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:20:02.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Techniques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><title type='text'>Scary Noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7-nqIi-6zI/AAAAAAAAALw/PcRy6rPL8j4/s1600/thumbnailCANBI2DR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7-nqIi-6zI/AAAAAAAAALw/PcRy6rPL8j4/s200/thumbnailCANBI2DR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458265615686888242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma, can you tell me why my 16 year old basset hound is horribly afraid of vacuum cleaners? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a word, "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume all dogs and people can be afraid of the same thing for different reasons. The best I can do is to share my own experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not real fond of the vacuum cleaner but I use to &lt;em&gt;shiver&lt;/em&gt; every time I heard a hair dryer! It could be the noise? Sounds, pitch that we animals hear that you don't. I don't much prefer the hum of leaf blowers either. Even when I am inside the noise &lt;em&gt;just gets to me&lt;/em&gt;. My human had a few tricks though to help me overcome my fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever I am afraid or unsure of something, she turns it into a massage! When the hairdryer or the vacuum cleaner is off the nose or the nozzle can double as a great tummy scratchier! I have learned that these machines I still don't prefer on, our not half bad when they are off! She has tricked me over the years this way too. You know that thing they sell on TV that files your dog nails, heck I thought that things was muscle relaxer for the first two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then I learned to not fear the hairdryer when she was using it but if it was my turn to get blown dry I would still be so hesitant to enter the restroom. Thinking it was the noise she put these big human ear muffs on me. (They are the kind you use when you shoot a gun.) I have taken them to a gun range, a live blasting and the race track) I am sort of fond of them now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I believe you humans call all that "desensitizing". If this doesn't work understand one thing. The vacuum cleaner IS scary! Have YOU ever laid on the ground and watched that thing come at you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe a dog can be afraid due to insecurities? Crate him/her when he is scared. If you are not use to crating your dog you should know that the only person that thinks the crate is cruel our humans. Us dogs love the security our own tight little space can bring us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If all else fails, remove me. Have someone take me on a walk while you clean. As much as you want to teach me it's okay, I just may be better off outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Speaking of "teaching me it's okay" remember saying "good girl" or "it's okay" while I am shivering up a storm because you have the monster running. Is only teaching me that my scared behavior is correct. Don't use human words of encouragement to try and calm me down. I am a dog and we do not respond to that emotions. Give us reinforcement when we are in a calm state around the object of fear. My human made me sleep with the bicycle trailer for two weeks when we first got that stupid thing! Now, I love it!!! Just a note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-379437574361416691?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/379437574361416691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/scary-noises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/379437574361416691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/379437574361416691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/scary-noises.html' title='Scary Noises'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7-nqIi-6zI/AAAAAAAAALw/PcRy6rPL8j4/s72-c/thumbnailCANBI2DR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2512497021188829419</id><published>2010-04-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:14:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | Emma Zen Chiapuzio Did you know? That what a human calls "personal space" a dog calls a "fear circle". A lesson in understanding dogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/emmazen?v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=111670775521923"&gt;Facebook | Emma Zen Chiapuzio Did you know? That what a human calls &amp;quot;personal space&amp;quot; a dog calls a &amp;quot;fear circle&amp;quot;. A lesson in understanding dogs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2512497021188829419?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/emmazen?v=wall&amp;story_fbid=111670775521923' title='Facebook | Emma Zen Chiapuzio Did you know? That what a human calls &quot;personal space&quot; a dog calls a &quot;fear circle&quot;. 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A lesson in understanding dogs.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7191326253673352947</id><published>2010-04-08T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:25:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your own "I" sentences (appropriately)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S77HY84O4NI/AAAAAAAAALo/yCA8iTypqZM/s1600/thumbnailCA3610VD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S77HY84O4NI/AAAAAAAAALo/yCA8iTypqZM/s200/thumbnailCA3610VD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458019029892391122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no trouble saying that line. I think I am special. All my canine friends can say the same line too! Yet, I have never seen a dog with it nose in the air. I have seen a dog point is sniffer upwards but it's not the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it? That I, the common dog think I am so extraordinary, yet remain so humble? What's the trick to that one? Answer that question and your human race would be so much happier and healthier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is because when we use the world, "I" we mean "I". &lt;strong&gt;We stand only on our own merit and do not judge ourselves against others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example. I have a friend who can bark so much better than I. I hope one day she makes a CD. I have a friend who can run so much faster than I. I Love to watch him burn up the dog park. I have a friend who rides a motorcycle just the same as I. I love his ears in the wind they are so much more Basset then my own. I have a friend who has been a therapy dog longer than I. I admire the lessons he teaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, dogs we just are who we are in comparison to no other dog. The only ones trying to make us out do each other are you humans. Please, learn to be proud of yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dog who is good at being in the wind and making others smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7191326253673352947?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7191326253673352947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/use-your-own-i-sentences-appropriately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7191326253673352947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7191326253673352947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/use-your-own-i-sentences-appropriately.html' title='Use your own &quot;I&quot; sentences (appropriately)'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S77HY84O4NI/AAAAAAAAALo/yCA8iTypqZM/s72-c/thumbnailCA3610VD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8894014417416454299</id><published>2010-04-07T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:34:28.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S71OTb7nsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/g5ZoiC4Pxzs/s1600/Emma+Zen+in+doggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S71OTb7nsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/g5ZoiC4Pxzs/s200/Emma+Zen+in+doggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457604419265212914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my thing? How many of you have asked yourselves that one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I saw others who stood tall in paw prints and I wanted to follow a particular path of dogs. Then I started standing in my own. It took time, it took: effort, it took: being myself, before I looked back and realize I had my own story to tale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was: A Biker Dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that came notoriety and fame, a gift which can be used to help others. My human said that is what fame is for. Self surviving fame is, well, it's not dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give is to know love. Maybe that is why a dog has such a great being, we do give more naturally then our human counterparts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my thing? Being myself. Being Biker. Being leader: showing those where to help and how to help all the canines in the world and in turn becoming a better human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big task and I am up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8894014417416454299?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8894014417416454299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8894014417416454299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8894014417416454299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-me.html' title='Being me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S71OTb7nsfI/AAAAAAAAALg/g5ZoiC4Pxzs/s72-c/Emma+Zen+in+doggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5757708823005676856</id><published>2010-04-06T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:16:19.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observation'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7tPm9jv0-I/AAAAAAAAALY/4vzK1ATLRgU/s1600/thumbnailCA7KNH2P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7tPm9jv0-I/AAAAAAAAALY/4vzK1ATLRgU/s200/thumbnailCA7KNH2P.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457042904267609058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was watching the cat. It was acting weird. She was all freaking out over a feather on a stick, leaping into the air, hunching her back and landing on it firm and solid as if to say, "Got you or Take this". Just weird. You see no humans were around, no one was interacting with her, she wasn't being coerced into this behavior. Their it was, all alone acting as if she was the whole party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my perspective I thought, "weirdo!" and then I stop to watch her. My head titled sideways as us dog sometimes do, trying to figure out what was going on. I realized: She wasn't losing her mind, cats are not suffering from insanity. They just purr and simple (pure and simple) don't rely on others for their happiness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lesson there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Observer, Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5757708823005676856?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5757708823005676856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5757708823005676856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5757708823005676856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7tPm9jv0-I/AAAAAAAAALY/4vzK1ATLRgU/s72-c/thumbnailCA7KNH2P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1316968988525941828</id><published>2010-04-02T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:10:48.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7aHGlBt8VI/AAAAAAAAALI/WwPQvhbxO6A/s1600/thumbnailCA0JR47Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7aHGlBt8VI/AAAAAAAAALI/WwPQvhbxO6A/s200/thumbnailCA0JR47Q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455696545694216530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a day so exciting? Or a day you had just been looking forward to for a long time? And then the next day comes.... How do you feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel down, is it because you thought the excitement was over? Is it because you lack anticipation? Why is it that looking forward is more exhilarating then looking at today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is that basic desire to want, to crave, to yearn. That keeps you humans looking ahead. I too have the ability to foresee. Teach me how to do a trick and reward me at the end and soon I will be doing tricks on my own without any commands given. I too anticipate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference? Canines are looking at what's going to happen in 10 minutes, not in 10 days. So start writing the "big" stuff on the calendar and mark 4 days before it happens as the day you can start to say "hooray". Next time make it 3 days before, then two and finally one. I think a day or two before, if all humans could do that they would multiple their happiness by a thousand.. For when your not off in the future you find happiness in today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to dog park, had a bath, tested new agility equipment, took a funny picture, took a nap, meet a little dog named Chico that was black with a small white mark on his chest (not to friendly thought) and play with my GrandMEM, all before dinner. I am so glad I wasn't in next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1316968988525941828?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1316968988525941828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1316968988525941828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1316968988525941828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7aHGlBt8VI/AAAAAAAAALI/WwPQvhbxO6A/s72-c/thumbnailCA0JR47Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6300329596635277632</id><published>2010-04-01T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:55:27.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog Opionion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>Responsiblity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7Ux4m-OIdI/AAAAAAAAALA/O9rTHbrxZNo/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7Ux4m-OIdI/AAAAAAAAALA/O9rTHbrxZNo/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455321372233179602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a human, today I would be stressed. I have an exciting engagement the type you need to prepare for and I have a new venture the type that takes planning and outlook. If I were human, my fur would be falling out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am dog! I act as if nothing is different. No pressure, no expectation of others or self. I am just, dog. I know the difference for I am the one actively participating in today's event. On the other paw, it is just what I do and no different from any other day I do the same thing. My piece of mind? Well, it's a peace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seams to me to be a lesson in that, something humans could take or learn from. How do I do it? By not doing whatever it is you people do. So just stop. It is always the little stuff that is the hardest or the last thing you remember to see. Just stop. Stop stressing, stop putting pressure on yourselves and stop expectations. How do you do that? Redirection, a training technique that works on canines. Every time you get distracted I suggest you sing yourself a little song, "I am dog, I am dog, I am dog." Bet you can't sing and smile and stress at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as yourself you can do your thing. If you are stressed your going to show up as someone different and they may not like that person as well. (Did I just say that?) Anyhow, just sing, just stop and just be at peace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am barking out orders or anything, just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6300329596635277632?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6300329596635277632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsiblity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6300329596635277632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6300329596635277632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsiblity.html' title='Responsiblity'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7Ux4m-OIdI/AAAAAAAAALA/O9rTHbrxZNo/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1354848149937334741</id><published>2010-03-31T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:28:20.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to be famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7P1_n0qAgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IiN1zPp8KVo/s1600/thumbnailCAO15V4H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7P1_n0qAgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IiN1zPp8KVo/s200/thumbnailCAO15V4H.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454974047046205954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I certainly don't want to bite my snout off despite my face, though I have to say as I see it coming and I don't know it's me. I am speaking of the ode to be famous. Being a celebrity means being notable to many and while a cat might think this means thousands some dogs could be please with five or six humans signing their praises. The scale leaves room for the smallest of champions to the largest of renowned beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have things happening. This industry takes push, shove and a go getter attitude usually reserved for the humans with all the gumption. I may be a little to passive to chase the status. But I think I am special anyways. I think I do something a small percentage of dogs do. I am not talking about my Harley, I speak of that human / animal bond you that just is so large whenever I am in the room with another human. I am famous. I am notable. I am a champion. Even though it would still be cool to be more recognized... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied or confused or both? That is called having a good balance by never thinking to little of self, or to grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say, "remember her when" I hope they refer to the days after I leave this earth and not while I am here with my snout in the air... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1354848149937334741?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354848149937334741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-be-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1354848149937334741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1354848149937334741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-be-famous.html' title='Ode to be famous'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S7P1_n0qAgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IiN1zPp8KVo/s72-c/thumbnailCAO15V4H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8155040691495895468</id><published>2010-03-27T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:44:46.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Now it's here, now it's not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S66KI2q_PYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LdLCBfmw6u8/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S66KI2q_PYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LdLCBfmw6u8/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453448083511655810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a crystal clear water bowl? Filled with cool water on a warm summers day. Ice cubes gentle floating freely in the dish. The bowl sitting on a riser just high enough to meet you muzzle. Have you ever seen such a bowl of H2O? And then your visiting canine company comes charging by and whoops! the bowl goes crashing over and you sigh and get on with your play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you knew that bowl of water wasn't going to be there in ten minutes. You drink from it's fill, savoring the delights of purity. Enjoying all that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your day, your life, your friends, you family, your surrounds, your reality and partake as if you knew when it wouldn't be there anymore. Slow down and do, instead of speeding up and doing over. For sometimes the answers of life are simply found, in your water bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8155040691495895468?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8155040691495895468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-its-here-now-its-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8155040691495895468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8155040691495895468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-its-here-now-its-not.html' title='Now it&apos;s here, now it&apos;s not.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S66KI2q_PYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LdLCBfmw6u8/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1129496941646152698</id><published>2010-03-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:00:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6znBPpRaUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/83xSAc1oiLE/s1600/thumbnailCAB2SESL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6znBPpRaUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/83xSAc1oiLE/s200/thumbnailCAB2SESL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452987257404352834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced myself as a writer today, then feeling less than for a second or two I had to by clarified by adding that is was more of a paw blog then anything. But then I raised my head and wagged my tail for a realized, as a canine I have a lot to say which I think humans could relate too and be interested in. For I had knowledge. I had what most dogs have and what most people want, serenity, perspective and a sense of self. With a renewed sense of being I told myself, "Blog on big foot, blog on!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1129496941646152698?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1129496941646152698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/paw-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1129496941646152698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1129496941646152698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/paw-blog.html' title='Paw Blog'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6znBPpRaUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/83xSAc1oiLE/s72-c/thumbnailCAB2SESL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3003522554571436677</id><published>2010-03-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:28:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6rmDopa3CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Sf65fxn3X74/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6rmDopa3CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Sf65fxn3X74/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452423249010547746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i say TODAY, I became a bird dog! I spotted them, the flock of 8 to 10, just hanging out around the waters edge. I was with a group of children. (My favorite place to be.) and I couldn't even be in my own fur. All I saw were birds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason she'll never understand Mom reached over and unhooked me and gave the command to run, "Go Emma Go!" and GO I did...! Me, Emma Zen the big lazy dog I took off like a skinny mini bird chasing fool. I ran those feather things right off their wave and to the right the flew off and landed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first run, it was good. It was instinctive. It was successful! Scared a feather off one! I hunkered down and with the concentration of sharp shooter and off I took again, cheeta style, front paws touching rear paws with just the show stopper of strides! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success Success and off they flew again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a marvelous evening at the beach. I found myself. I found pride. I was bird dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went on and the humans made dinner and talked and laughed around a time for awhile. They told stories of children, funnys at work and shared a laugh about some dance. I also heard them tell the story of my evening. I thought it would be a grand story. A story full of certainly and self assurances. I thought they'd tell the story of the grand ol' bird dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their version was short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their version was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their version wasn't very good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we all see things different. What we do verse what they saw. I guess I should keep this in mind so if I ever hear my humans say I did something "so so" I know I really did something really grand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOL Emma Zen The Bird Dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3003522554571436677?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3003522554571436677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bird-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3003522554571436677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3003522554571436677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bird-dog.html' title='Bird Dog'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6rmDopa3CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Sf65fxn3X74/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2675964688891775192</id><published>2010-03-22T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:49:26.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This might raize some fur?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6gB7Augb6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EfY_i3eAvPI/s1600-h/thumbnailCAR1MWAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6gB7Augb6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EfY_i3eAvPI/s200/thumbnailCAR1MWAG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451609462250958754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;::::::::Disclaimer:::::::: If someone asks you to remove a picture from a web social network, you do it! No if's, no and's, no buts. Anything you take a picture of you &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; have the legal right to print. So the same is said for text and logos. Be aware of copyright and moral practises. It is never, on our own sites, our intent to validate any of your rights. And asking something to be changed, moved or explained doesn't hurt our feelings. It makes us proud that our friends are this responsible! This post was written out of a concern that someone could have been worried about how they looked. If that is not true, how relieving. If it is, read on. This blog is written to let you humans know how much differently we see things as dogs. And I understand that other humans may not have my point of view. But in this human act, I see nothing wrong. ::::::::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some topics that people don't want to talk about. I have heard it said that religion and politics are touchy subjects. There are some topics in which people don't want your option. I have heard many a Mother telling their Mother how not to advise them about Motherhood! (yikes, did that make sense?) Well we think we have discovered one more, doggie discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, stories and real life encounters with humans disciplining their dogs and the owner is the one whose fur gets all ruffed up. Here what I think is happening. I think humans have a natural response to judgement of others. I think humans do care what other think so they alter or choose subjects, stories and more to spin the good their way. I also think you humans are looking at it all wrong. (I am aloud to have my own opinion you know.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me use my own human as an example. What if some saw her jerking on my collar and out of context thought, "oh that poor dog" or "I hate people who treat their dogs that way." Well, when I am in training my Mom makes the short firm jerks to grab my attention. Yep, she does that. And what about my best trick, staying in my front yard without a leash? How did I learn that trick? Well, my human rolled up newspaper in a long pointy tube shape and she taped the bottom of it so it wouldn't come apart and every time I went to far she cracked that thing on the ground or a tree or the flowerbed. It makes an awful sound I tell you, an awful sound. Yet if you were the guy in the Lexus that drove by and saw her raising that thing in the air, you may have looked at her like he did and thought something totally different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are sensitive and that is a great thing. That's why we love you so much. But don't be concerned with a correction on film. I have a friend who has a talkative dog. But sometimes when her dog gets to hyper she tells her not to bark so much and she holds her muzzle. My Mom and I are proud of our friend. You see, she is paying attention to her pack. She is presenting a boundary for escalation and keeping us canines within those markers. She is showing us who is boss and humanly and correctly giving a correction. If a picture looks different just explain. For I feel that you are doing exactly what we need and it is only the fur of the unknowing that raises on this subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who knows her pecking order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2675964688891775192?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2675964688891775192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-might-raize-some-fur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2675964688891775192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2675964688891775192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-might-raize-some-fur.html' title='This might raize some fur?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6gB7Augb6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/EfY_i3eAvPI/s72-c/thumbnailCAR1MWAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4220713038325711520</id><published>2010-03-21T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:19:34.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not nervous, you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6bEGzD4rkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rJlfN8yAeSs/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6bEGzD4rkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rJlfN8yAeSs/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451260020043329090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were wolves, we were wolves. But now were dogs and were family! I get it, believe me I would SO rather be with my human then anywhere else I can think of. I understand, you wouldn't leave your child at a friends house unattended. We appreciate that you take that kind of consideration when having to find a place for us to stay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am just one of those lucky dogs. Living indoors, eating healthy, accompanying my humans everywhere they go. It is true, I do not know I am wolf. But I do know I am dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do this hurts you, I know... But today my humans left me in a safe environment outside with plenty of shade, water and no dangers. There was even a adult who watched from a window. My humans left me there for five hours! I bet she was all bunched up in a ball. Talking about nothing but me. Worrying her little self to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other paw, being dog, was having the best day a dog could have. It was like playtime with no parents. My friend barked and I played in the dirt, and no one told us, "no". It was grand I tell you it was grand! We knocked over a little table and we both spun around like neither one of us did it, but no one was there to care! We chewed up all the toys, we made a mess at the water bowl and life. Well, today life was just so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, as much as you want me to be human. I want to be dog! And please, it has taken you people so long to take care of us in the manner in which you now do, I don't want to see anyone going backwards. But if you have to, or choose to: a few hours of being by myself or one on one with another canine, or in a canine pack is absolutely nothing for you to be nervous about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd tail you...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Emma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4220713038325711520?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4220713038325711520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-nervous-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4220713038325711520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4220713038325711520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-nervous-you-are.html' title='I&apos;m not nervous, you are.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6bEGzD4rkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rJlfN8yAeSs/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1468687986350353372</id><published>2010-03-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:48:31.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay to say, "No".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6Tf0wqENVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0_Qg2JcGqPI/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6Tf0wqENVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0_Qg2JcGqPI/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727546532672850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some don't want to say, no, because they think it is rude. Some don't use the word because they think they need to do it. Some wouldn't think of saying no because they want to help and that person may believe that saying no means the opposite. There are those that think the word is disrespectful to use. There are those who just are doers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't say the word, no, for a multitude of reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say being over loaded causes stress. It is said that stress can cause or facilitate the leading 6 causes of death in the US. (According the CDC, Center for Disease Control) heart disease, cancer, lung ailments, accidents, cirrhosis of the live, and suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also having too many obligations means something is getting all your attention. So when you don't say, No, you could really be saying, "yes but I am not giving it my all." Is that what you meant to be saying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have this funny trait. They feel the need to explain. "No, but..... maybe I could do it tomorrow. "No, because I have too..... blah blah blah. Do you humans know that "No" is a sentence?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, how many times have you walked up to your dog laying in the hall on the nice cold floor taking a nap and said, "come on rover lets go for a walk" and the I have lifted just my head to look up at you and then let it crashed back down to the floor to continue my nap. That is dog for NO... You've all seen that, you don't take it badly or personally and in fact many of you have laughed and done it again to see if you get the same response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, No, can be acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1468687986350353372?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1468687986350353372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-okay-to-say-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1468687986350353372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1468687986350353372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-okay-to-say-no.html' title='It&apos;s okay to say, &quot;No&quot;.'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6Tf0wqENVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0_Qg2JcGqPI/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-746671444964954461</id><published>2010-03-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:42:13.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Being as wolf was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6RDL-bO37I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4LP_fOSUQ_k/s1600-h/thumbnailCATU3W6C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6RDL-bO37I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4LP_fOSUQ_k/s200/thumbnailCATU3W6C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450555322039984050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my day was no different than any other day. My human and I ran errands, we played with my toys together. I helped her separate the fighting tortoise in the backyard. I took a nap. Mom came over and gave me a kiss. Dad gave me a hip rub. (Those are the best)It was a day like any other day, for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting is that today my humans had no electricity for over eight hours. They were having something done to our home.? There was no TV for them to watch. There was no computer. There were no distractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me today was no different then any other day. Though I have to admit, I know I am fortunate. But if you had no electricity, if you lived as they did when dogs were wolves. Would you treat your canine different? Would you have time to pay more attention to them? To your family? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the power returned and the TV and the Internet and the distractions reappear, my humans and I left the house to have dinner with friends. It was a day like any other day, for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it made me think of this perspective I would like to share. When your day goes your way and you head off to work, or deal with other humans, or get on the computer or watch TV. You think your dog is okay because he is (or is not) doing what is normal for him or her. Maybe your dog is laying there with you on the floor. Then you go to the TV and the dog follows and is laying there with you on the floor. Once again, perspective, you see for us it is like there is no electricity, everyday! We don't go to work (okay so most of us don't) We don't watch TV or Internet (on a regular bases) LOL For us, as I said, it is like living without electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, turn yours off. See what you'd do. How fast did you get bored? What did you revert too to keep yourself occupied? Remember the days when people gardened, read books and kissed their dogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different then any other day for me. But would it have been different for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-746671444964954461?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/746671444964954461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-as-wolf-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/746671444964954461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/746671444964954461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-as-wolf-was.html' title='Being as wolf was'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S6RDL-bO37I/AAAAAAAAAKA/4LP_fOSUQ_k/s72-c/thumbnailCATU3W6C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-278042591833374130</id><published>2010-03-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:18:50.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pet Philosopher'/><title type='text'>How to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S56Hk7434YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_bZrx73FYag/s1600-h/thumbnailCA05FBCW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448941667786154370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S56Hk7434YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_bZrx73FYag/s200/thumbnailCA05FBCW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be as, dog is: Don't sweat the small stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so that was today's post on Facebook. Great idea and all but "how" you do it would be nicer to know the "what" to do. (So responded one of my online friends.) So I gave it two woof's of thought and here is what I came up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When training a dog you don't just say "no" and take away the shoe they are chewing on. You say "no" take away the shoe and replace it with a more desired behavior. (Hand me something I "can" chew on) You replace the undesirable behavior with an acceptable one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you humans could use that technique. If you have to go somewhere in traffic, instead of sitting there angry on the verge of road rage, bring music "you" love to listen too. If you have to go to dinner with someone you don't want to be with, then maybe you could add to the conversation, choose things "you" are interested in. If someone makes you mad, choose to "not" react over reacting. Replace getting upset with being happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the idea? That's how us dogs do it. I go to dog park and their is always some meanie there who comes up and tries to pick a fight. I replace it with running. It gets me away from the trouble maker and makes me feel great to sprint across the park. Next thing I know, Me, Mom and usually some other fun canine are running through the park with glee. Yes, dogs glee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in answering the question, "how to not sweat the small stuff" replace sweating the small stuff with something that is of more value to you. That is how a dog does it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Zen, the Pet Philosopher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-278042591833374130?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/278042591833374130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/278042591833374130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/278042591833374130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to.html' title='How to'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S56Hk7434YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_bZrx73FYag/s72-c/thumbnailCA05FBCW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6227303173261643858</id><published>2010-03-14T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:43:25.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Key is Light'/><title type='text'>Daylight savings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S52eGZEweqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8Itbp4KOd2g/s1600-h/thumbnailCAHSC1TR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684956835412642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S52eGZEweqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8Itbp4KOd2g/s200/thumbnailCAHSC1TR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow can I tell summer is here. Okay, so I live in California and for me there only seams to be winter and summer and today, summer is here. Not because the time jumped forward this morning, not because it was a beautiful clear blue sky 75 degrees, not because we were in the RV this weekend either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is summer because today there was so much to do. Or it felt like there was so much that could be accomplished because of the extra light? We should learn a lesson from that. A little light, a little different attitude, a little extra energy and poof a different frame of mind. So that's it: The key is light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all remind each other in times of darkness to look for the light in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen The Pet Philospher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6227303173261643858?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6227303173261643858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/daylight-savings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6227303173261643858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6227303173261643858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/daylight-savings.html' title='Daylight savings'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S52eGZEweqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8Itbp4KOd2g/s72-c/thumbnailCAHSC1TR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8687062098081891117</id><published>2010-03-14T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:20:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Questions for Emma &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/EmmaZen" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/EmmaZen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8687062098081891117?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8687062098081891117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8687062098081891117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8687062098081891117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2998372303017128511</id><published>2010-02-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:33:30.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>Commerce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4r8TxKsgcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IWdBDu0y38Y/s1600-h/thumbnailCA81VAH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4r8TxKsgcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IWdBDu0y38Y/s200/thumbnailCA81VAH1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443440516176576962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it kind of weird for me to wrap my tail around it, but my human is trade marking a couple of titles for me. To use some day in the future on printed publications and products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that is what runs your world and yes, benefits mine with all the custom collars, grain free products and special toys. But why me? And why Mom? She doesn't need an extra job and I am really not that type. My human has never been fooled by the fancy dressing, the beautiful store front or the extended premiere article. She understands that somewhere down the road it is a business, it is for profit. So why is she doing this? So I asked her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "It is so I can remember you. It is so I can always be on the right track. It is so they can remember you. It is so their smiles can maintain." She said, "You have brought health, balance and wealth into my life and for that I am ever grateful." "And when your time has come to pass, may the essences of your touch live on, the way we feel when you touch us here today. So that this may happen, I take these steps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I understood how a dog crossed over to commerce without the milestone of financial gain but all the heart of sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2998372303017128511?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2998372303017128511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/commerce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2998372303017128511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2998372303017128511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/commerce.html' title='Commerce'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4r8TxKsgcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IWdBDu0y38Y/s72-c/thumbnailCA81VAH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5910169905172848565</id><published>2010-02-23T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:33:45.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny-isums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Qc4QP8PPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JifboDb5-MU/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Qc4QP8PPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JifboDb5-MU/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441506002530483442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard my Mom sharing with her 94 year old Granny. She was telling her about a young lady she had meet that day who spoke 5 different languages. Without hesitation Granny replied, "Oh just imagine how many friends you could have!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our Granny. Full of wisdom, the meaning of life and Granny-isums. Her FIRST thought always possitive: Oh how many friends I could have. With the light of her insight I carry on aware that I will continue to learn. And to benefit in ways I may have never thought of first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just learn to speak cat and mouse, I'll have it made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woof, Meow, Shriek!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Multicultural Dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5910169905172848565?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5910169905172848565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/granny-isums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5910169905172848565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5910169905172848565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/granny-isums.html' title='Granny-isums'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Qc4QP8PPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JifboDb5-MU/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3299108185678482910</id><published>2010-02-22T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:31:46.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>The Dog Gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Kwp8PPTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uApfYR-ogJA/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Kwp8PPTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uApfYR-ogJA/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441105534408150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the thoughts of canines! This morning a quick tap/tap and I had updated my facebook status to read: &lt;em&gt;"This moment is powerful it is like a seed planting the fruits for my next moment. I am the Dog Gardener!"&lt;/em&gt; The truest statements come to be when you speak what you feel, inside of talking what you've rehearsed. (See there's another one.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to point out how all good dogs are always good and all good humans are always good. And bad dogs and bad human, well they are just mostly bad. It is because of their seeds they are planting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is not my labor or effort to create lifelong change for someone. We each need to find our own ways. But for today I shall make sure someone plants a seed with more morality, less judgement, more compassion, less selfishness, more peace and less negativity. In hopes that their growth turns to a direction more positive, more in tune, more canine! And with that flower, may you run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3299108185678482910?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3299108185678482910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-gardener.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3299108185678482910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3299108185678482910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-gardener.html' title='The Dog Gardener'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4Kwp8PPTVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uApfYR-ogJA/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6928882806517965025</id><published>2010-02-21T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:57:08.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or the image?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4HWC9UsNRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AY8_t-E_vqk/s1600-h/thumbnailCAT8THT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4HWC9UsNRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AY8_t-E_vqk/s200/thumbnailCAT8THT1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865171149698322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do seams to be for others and everything I do seams to be for myself too. How can both those statements be true at the same time? How can anything be two opposing things at once? I do not know. Though as a dog when things like this happen I just accept it and go on. Humans seam to fight it until they can prove whichever end of the spectrum fits them better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those that use saying like, "that is so Western thinking" or "that is such Eastern philosophy" Next time you can't figure out if it's you or the reflection. Just smile and say "This is so dog!" and carry on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canine, Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6928882806517965025?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6928882806517965025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-me-or-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6928882806517965025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6928882806517965025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-me-or-image.html' title='Is it me or the image?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S4HWC9UsNRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AY8_t-E_vqk/s72-c/thumbnailCAT8THT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8423796985341911312</id><published>2010-02-14T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:56:54.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the heart of a dog'/><title type='text'>Valentine Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3hVIWFmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bmpWIYsCngg/s1600-h/thumbnailCAUYDIMR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3hVIWFmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bmpWIYsCngg/s200/thumbnailCAUYDIMR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438190151906233090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the humans in my world. Seams many are "celebrating" love today. As a dog, I don't understand this. Why? One day? Can't you love all year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is probably some grand ol' story about Saint Valentine or some strange thing like that. But I have seen some humans "tell" others I love You as if it is the &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; that makes the &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; happy. As a dog, I don't understand this either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are more &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; oriented then dogs. This is not necessarily a bad thing, it's just a canine observation. When it comes to this idea of singular love, or love on a singular day. I prefer the method most often used by hounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilitating giving energy increases abundance for us all.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8423796985341911312?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8423796985341911312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8423796985341911312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8423796985341911312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-gift.html' title='Valentine Gift'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3hVIWFmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bmpWIYsCngg/s72-c/thumbnailCAUYDIMR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8472096767811476415</id><published>2010-02-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:36:47.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life before Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3bU6FJd5sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u9z0Ord2nRg/s1600-h/thumbnailCA62TY1R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3bU6FJd5sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u9z0Ord2nRg/s200/thumbnailCA62TY1R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767694375839426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans heard and oddly comforting sentence the other day. It was addressed to another human speaking of the lost of their pet who had been suffering in old age. He said, "Death, is not the worst thing that can happen to us in life." ? ! . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is not the worst thing that can happen in life ? ! .   It hurts us, not the dying. For them death &lt;strong&gt;is not&lt;/strong&gt; the worst thing that can happen in life. Weather that life is animal or human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly comforting ? ! .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8472096767811476415?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8472096767811476415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-before-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8472096767811476415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8472096767811476415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-before-death.html' title='Life before Death'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3bU6FJd5sI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u9z0Ord2nRg/s72-c/thumbnailCA62TY1R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2530050554177195889</id><published>2010-02-12T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:34:29.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I score?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Vm1xfZA5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/57XJ1k7YmOk/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Vm1xfZA5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/57XJ1k7YmOk/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437365199123841938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, human life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seams to be something that you people have no control over. One minute everything is fine and smooth and the next your all hectic and panic over outside influences. I doubt I, a canine, am suppose to be able to figure it out. I am not sure you humans even know what it is all about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is this, we the dogs are you best friends and then life gets in the way and without you know to, mean to or realizing it we become second fiddle. We are left home alone in an emergency. Our exercise plan goes out the window while you help a friend or family member. Dinner hour changes because you got a different job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you do, we don't. Or in other worlds, as you life gets busy ours gets messed up too. Consider this/us when these times arrive in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me... how did I get so lucky? How did I score? Mom's Granny is struggling slightly and needs family attention. She is 93. And Mom's friend had a health issue, a stroke, and wants Mom to take over here business for a couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my humans added outside influence and then their is "my human"!!! I heard her telling Dad about her plans and I heard her talking to the lady on the phone about "my" accommodations. Even in the midst of what most find overwhelming and at a point when all dogs get betrayed. She just takes me, includes me, acts quietly as if there were no other options. And together we shall go! Together we shall go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I score?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2530050554177195889?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2530050554177195889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-did-i-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2530050554177195889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2530050554177195889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-did-i-score.html' title='How did I score?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Vm1xfZA5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/57XJ1k7YmOk/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5710187928537291311</id><published>2010-02-09T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:12:23.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Gy0xfKa_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2vINSQRiKB8/s1600-h/IMG_7406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Gy0xfKa_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2vINSQRiKB8/s200/IMG_7406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436322844919884786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you bark &lt;br /&gt;***think of one who has no voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not like the taste of the same old food&lt;br /&gt;***think of one who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do like your siblings or companion&lt;br /&gt;***think of one crying out for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining about life is time to&lt;br /&gt;***reflect on those who have already gone to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want your job (I am a therapy dog!) &lt;br /&gt;***think about those who are disabled or unemployed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life gets you down, smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5710187928537291311?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5710187928537291311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5710187928537291311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5710187928537291311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-gift.html' title='Life is a Gift'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S3Gy0xfKa_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2vINSQRiKB8/s72-c/IMG_7406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-287976640668112513</id><published>2010-01-24T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:01:41.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Facts'/><title type='text'>Talented Paws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S1zcqkKvRiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HFy1LyV7k6w/s1600-h/IMG_7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S1zcqkKvRiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HFy1LyV7k6w/s200/IMG_7366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430457874523309602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said a more then one of my social profiles that I have talented paws or that my humor is innate. These are "my" qualities and characteristics I have you know. Let me give you an example: I must truly want to have my own web presences or my human would never be on line. It is only for me that she struggles to learn the pros can cons of myspace, twitter, blogspot, facebook, linkedin, digg, stumbled and my own website. She is more of a nerd (please don't tell her I said that!) As she would be happy with no Internet service and sitting on photoshop all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets be realistic here: have you ever noticed my facebook? You may think you know my humans because you here about my daily life but you don't. You never hear her talking about her family, her friends, her job, her life. You don't' hear about my days either. So even though it seams like I do a lot it is still a partial effort of each their days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may talented paws type! (okay Mom does it and I only pose for pictures!) but you only hear my story! And my humor: that is all my Mom just translates. She is so not as funny as I am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dog as large as life. My humans translate my words, my emotions, my expressions, my actions, my life and my desires. In this way I have had the opportunity to touch more people and more lives then I ever would in a dogs life time of therapy, modeling and traveling! It is truly what I love, it is truly who I am and it is truly a case of talented paws! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen Chiapuzio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-287976640668112513?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/287976640668112513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/talented-paws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/287976640668112513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/287976640668112513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/talented-paws.html' title='Talented Paws'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/S1zcqkKvRiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HFy1LyV7k6w/s72-c/IMG_7366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7132887303808828844</id><published>2010-01-08T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:37:22.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip</title><content type='html'>Experience is a byproduct of action. Go on vacation and learn something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7132887303808828844?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7132887303808828844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7132887303808828844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7132887303808828844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip.html' title='Trip'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1851764822730900360</id><published>2010-01-01T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:52:33.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sz7eq3QC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSPfykFi5dI/s1600-h/thumbnailCALW5MTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sz7eq3QC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSPfykFi5dI/s200/thumbnailCALW5MTC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422015829367778706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being a dog I don't believe in resolutions. I also don't believe in guilt, shame or fear. Life is what life is and to be overly enthusiastic about it or the yin of that: depressed just adds in an emotion that wasn't suppose to be here today. (Did that make sense?) Take me, I was started this blog this past year with the intentions of logging an entry everyday. Of that I fell short. So it became, what it is! And I am still here. If I were a human I could see me betting myself up over the guilt of not being able to do what I said I was going to do or if I was embarrassed and couldn't function because I was ashamed or if I thought my friends were going to post something mean about me so I didn't' come back. I would not be healthy, or in "my own" space, or a blogger. Three things which I am! So begin a new doesn't necessarily mean to start something new, you could just drop all the stuff you don't need and continue forth with what is left! I am very, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go and Be Dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1851764822730900360?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1851764822730900360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1851764822730900360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1851764822730900360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-of-year.html' title='The beginning of a year'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sz7eq3QC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSPfykFi5dI/s72-c/thumbnailCALW5MTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6927509671417778091</id><published>2009-12-24T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:18:06.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzQErynA6uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k3BmK1KEB9o/s1600-h/thumbnail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzQErynA6uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k3BmK1KEB9o/s200/thumbnail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418961401999846114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas eve and tomorrow is Christmas Day. Many celebrate religious believes, some celebrate presents (they tend to be the young ones) and some celebrate family. No matter why you choose to smile in your heart the fact is you do smile in your heart. My human celebrates Holiday feelings! Seams like she has been celebrating a long time! And I guess that is the key. To smile, everyday, on the inside and to show others that is to each our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it said promote self peace and world peace will follow. Or as a dog would say, "Clean up your own backyard and the whole neighborhood will look better!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, Good Wishes... And smiles to you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6927509671417778091?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6927509671417778091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6927509671417778091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6927509671417778091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzQErynA6uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k3BmK1KEB9o/s72-c/thumbnail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3360666956410761003</id><published>2009-12-23T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:52:22.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzLzFZIAVqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MKE14ZD4ZVE/s1600-h/yhst-20762499183094_2066_19197110%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzLzFZIAVqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MKE14ZD4ZVE/s200/yhst-20762499183094_2066_19197110%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418660575649486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are, or where you live, or what your age. Christmas brings out the best in us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3360666956410761003?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3360666956410761003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-doesnt-matter-who-you-are-or-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3360666956410761003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3360666956410761003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-doesnt-matter-who-you-are-or-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SzLzFZIAVqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MKE14ZD4ZVE/s72-c/yhst-20762499183094_2066_19197110%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7642523831789836786</id><published>2009-12-17T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:00:06.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>Recieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SyrwL6SOiBI/AAAAAAAAAII/z4CA3M-aS20/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SyrwL6SOiBI/AAAAAAAAAII/z4CA3M-aS20/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405589281376274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I admire about my dog? We have a treat jar and it is near the living room so whenever we give her a large milk bone she holds it in her mouth and she trots off proudly to the other room to eat her gift with pride. Funny thing is you can give her one of those little round peanut butter circle that she loves so much and she holds it, trots off and eats in with the same pride! It is the size of a dime! This is one of the things I love about my dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the treat that dictates her pleasure. It's her desire to be pleased with each and every treat she receives, regardless of what is being received. She is happy in times of plenty and it times of biscuit recession. She wears the same smile and trots with equal enthusiasm. She feels delight, regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of things I love about my dog. One can learn so much from nature, one can learn so much from "her" nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Christmas. A time of year where ungratefulness is easier to spot. Many haven known someone unhappy with a gift they have received. Or spotted those that can only see a gift if it is of physical presents. I myself even knew a family member who made a strong statement as to what should ? be given to them for a gift and even why.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick today. This time of year to remind us all that the joy is in the giving and the joy is in receiving. Though only you can choose to prideful for the act of receiving, irregardless to the package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and May you find this gift, a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's Human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7642523831789836786?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7642523831789836786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/recieving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7642523831789836786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7642523831789836786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/recieving.html' title='Recieving'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SyrwL6SOiBI/AAAAAAAAAII/z4CA3M-aS20/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4687096938934939388</id><published>2009-11-29T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:56:17.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to keep smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SxMl4qOYjMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Pxz87GT5s7A/s1600/IMG_6417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SxMl4qOYjMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Pxz87GT5s7A/s200/IMG_6417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409709232739617986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be against the human would probably didn't want their dog back. Be for the dog who gets to be with the human that is theirs again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was our pleasure having you here with us, our little yellow visitor. You made us smile in ways we had not yet experienced. You offered us more love the a one dog family had knowledge of. And you brightened many moments. We send you home with kisses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4687096938934939388?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4687096938934939388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-keep-smiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4687096938934939388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4687096938934939388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-keep-smiling.html' title='How to keep smiling'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SxMl4qOYjMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Pxz87GT5s7A/s72-c/IMG_6417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8643248818899470215</id><published>2009-11-25T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:25:48.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Ahead</title><content type='html'>So today is the day before Thanksgiving and I see many humans looking forward to something. Being dog I only saw today..! Today was grand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8643248818899470215?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8643248818899470215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-ahead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8643248818899470215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8643248818899470215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking Ahead'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1930349990227390487</id><published>2009-11-24T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:57:21.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwzHOaFLi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2LAS2bz-38U/s1600/IMG_8718w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwzHOaFLi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2LAS2bz-38U/s200/IMG_8718w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407916302898268994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a perfect day I see the same thing I saw when I woke up. May not seam like much to you but it was the face of my human... We all have a human. Look at yours often with a loving heart. It is those moments that will create a feeling that will never dissipate or vanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1930349990227390487?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1930349990227390487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-end-of-perfect-day-i-see-same-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1930349990227390487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1930349990227390487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-end-of-perfect-day-i-see-same-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwzHOaFLi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2LAS2bz-38U/s72-c/IMG_8718w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4723131223721409778</id><published>2009-11-23T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:08:37.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>She is one of those dogs whose life has touched so many, that would couldn't even count if we tried. Her name is Emma Zen and like many fortunate dogs she was adopted from our local animal shelter to keep a human busy. See my name is Debra Jo and my husband had been working out of town and the house was so cold and lonely without him, enter Emma. I was so happy! So happy!  I took her to puppy class, dog class, trail school, canine hiking club, bird school, Frisbee games, agility course, draft dog games, therapy training and finally school for stage and film. (Yes I said that.) I purchased collars and leashes, t-shirts and hiking shoes, blankets and personalized sweat shirts and finally a Harley Davidson sidecar. (Yes, I actually said that too.) I was living! Yes, I was finally living! Living that is... with one spoiled dog. My life is about her life and it is about her. I have the luxury and the time to literally spend every single day with my dog. It is the best time I have ever spent in my life. &lt;br /&gt;We celebrated her arrival and had for the first two years have had fantastic birthday dog parties as grand as anything you would throw for your own child.  (She is only 2 1/2) and her third Birthday party is already planned. We take her to all family gatherings. She has her own stationary for correspondence. She opens her own gifts at Christmas time.  She is an equal family member. Yes, we have a notable individual living in our home and it is our dog! &lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of fun and along the way of trying everything we found three aspect of life that she excelled in. That is the trick to becoming yourself you know, just throwing out everything you are not. Emma is a therapy dog, a canine model and a biker dog extraordinare. She leaves you with the same feelings, that she brings when she comes. I wish more humans were as she is...&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen belongs to Bright and Beautiful Therapy Inc. and P.A.W.S. Pets Are Wonderful Support a program sponsored by the SPCA. She works with Alzheimer Patience, Convalescent Programs and Special Needs Children.  She also participates in promotional events which have included cancer awareness, animal support programs and the Special Olympics. She comes alive at these events. She turns it on! She is not as good at sitting on the sidelines letting someone rub her head as she is standing right next to them and helping them participate. Our little motivator... It's just who she is and it pulls at your heart strings. &lt;br /&gt;And then there is: Emma the Canine Model (or ham whichever you'd like to call her) Her incredible list of training aside she is nothing more than a diva. During Stage training it was said that modeling was the most difficult part of the industry. For a model needs to listen better than an actor. They need to be able to sit or stay for long periods of time (I mean really long periods) and you have to be able to approach them move a nose or a paw and have them stay there looking to the left while the chicken and kids or something you don't expect moves around on the right. Everyone was amazed at her ability and her human never let the cat out of the bag. (Emma was just extremely lazy!) But her photographs have shown up on the internet, advertisement flyers, a calendar, baseball cards, books, a coffee label and a few other places we would have never expected. &lt;br /&gt;In comes the third and final stage, the real and most comfortable of selves, Emma Zen the Canine Ambassador for Biker Dogs! Okay so this story, in and of itself,  is a book but the short of it is:  leaving her at home was not an option, a side car, lots of traveling and over 10,000 miles under the tail in two years. Plus a wake of smiles and laughter that continue to roll over the human spirit far after she has passed you by. You can't get three blocks from home and fourteen cars have already pulled up to take her picture. She is famous in the hearts of so many people and every now and then these story's catch up with us and we are, as always, forever grateful to be part of this great dogs life. &lt;br /&gt;She has a website and a facebook, a youtube and an a email. She hands out postcards to those that she meets every day. We never leave the house without our dog and we never go anywhere we can't bring her. We do a lot a traveling and she gets to go and sometimes we pick the destinations just for her. I have started talking in "the dog" (sort of like talking in the third person) when replying to all her portals and I have become a member of my dogs life instead of the other way around. &lt;br /&gt;I am most proud of Emma Zen. I am most proud because I see the smiles, I see the tears. I get the emails and the posted comments. I open the snail mail and retrieve the texts. They love her, so many people, they love her. She has done what God wanted us to do here on earth. She has lived with constant devotion to others and always with abundance of compassionate.  She is one of those dogs would have touched so many. &lt;br /&gt;My old soul, Emma Zen Chiapuzio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.emmazen.com&lt;br /&gt;www.facebook.com/emmazen&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com/thebikerdog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4723131223721409778?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4723131223721409778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4723131223721409778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4723131223721409778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-9039093131584619047</id><published>2009-11-18T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:36:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwT1fQTll_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/K37rOA5HX3w/s1600/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwT1fQTll_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/K37rOA5HX3w/s200/image017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715370053310450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I had the best time of my entire life! I had been pen pals with a dog named George for almost a year and we spent two months together. Riding, Swimming, Hiking, Photo shoots, Parades, Restaurants and more. It was the best Summer a dog could ever have. &lt;br /&gt;Today my friend passed away. He had the life. He had the life. John, is human, lifted him higher then most dogs can get. To the point that a whole town even accepted him! He has books and a website and his presents will continue to shine for years. We were asked to celebrate his life. And we will, tomorrow I will ride... I will ride for George! &lt;br /&gt;I will be looking for a mate as grand, a position that may never be filled. Talk about having big paws to fill.... &lt;br /&gt;George we love you. We love your spirit. We love your presences. We love your human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, remember they leave us. Your friend who can't hush up. Your father that pushes your buttons. Your Mother that won't go away. Your spouse you'd like to punk. Next time you see them, smile because when they are gone you will remember the good, you will remember the love, you remember them as pain in the butts. But you will remember. That means enjoy them now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the only part of this that makes it easier to do as was asked of us, celebrate life. Because I had the very best moment of my entire life with Sheriff George of Edgemont!!! The best Biker Buddy a dog could ever have... I hope they are ready in Heaven, because theirs a new sheriff in town... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears in the Wind, George. Ears in the Wind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend, Emma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://george-basset.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-9039093131584619047?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9039093131584619047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/passing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9039093131584619047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9039093131584619047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/passing.html' title='Passing'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwT1fQTll_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/K37rOA5HX3w/s72-c/image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1885673968951537371</id><published>2009-11-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:27:12.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ----?</title><content type='html'>What the duck is wrong with you humans? Sometimes things are funny and sometimes they are not. My company is loving life here, so much we have heard her owners say, "she love to stay with you" and yes, that is funny and that is true. But when you have said it 15 times it's a hint or a wish or a desire and that is not funny. Heck, that's not right. What the duck is wrong with you humans? You don't though people or animals out, aside or anything else because they are old. How would you like it if we just didn't care about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venting...&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1885673968951537371?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1885673968951537371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1885673968951537371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1885673968951537371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/what.html' title='What the ----?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5929225006568079877</id><published>2009-11-15T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:40:19.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creating Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much like a human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>Sleep Overs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwDJlGWSlNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8oSGRpq1qg/s1600/IMG_6492%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwDJlGWSlNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8oSGRpq1qg/s200/IMG_6492%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404541192041043154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been at least a week since I have written and how much we have to share. A family member came over to visit at least a week ago and she is still here. Now I am pretty sure that it is no different for us canines as it is for you human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the greeting period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "how fun to have someone to share everything with" period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "okay I have stuff to do get your own life" period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "showing off by demanding all of Mom's attention" period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "good Lord, your still here?" period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when they are not with us, we get all excited to see them come? And after awhile we get all excited to see them leave? And when they are gone we will be all excited to see them return? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the trick to being happy with the now. Heck, I thought us dogs were suppose to be good at that? All I can see now, is yellow. We even sleep together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do as you humans must have to do, I will give recognition only to the good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SHAINA AND WE ARE ENJOYING AN EARLY EVENING NAP IN THE OFFICE. LIFE IS GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5929225006568079877?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5929225006568079877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-overs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5929225006568079877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5929225006568079877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-overs.html' title='Sleep Overs'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SwDJlGWSlNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/s8oSGRpq1qg/s72-c/IMG_6492%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5670563390335916544</id><published>2009-11-07T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:57:30.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SvYXW2Osm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xcEHr5EcYLc/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SvYXW2Osm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xcEHr5EcYLc/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530484359207794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This posting is from my humans point of view.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a visitor in our home, her name is Shania and she belongs to my husbands son. She is a 12 year old, old, Labrador with very shaking movements, overweight and stiff little legs. (okay the legs aren't so little)Emma is so sensitive and I thought it was going to be hard for her to have another dog in the house even if only for a few days. 2 years against 12, youth against age, energy against exhausted. Who knew this would happen: in the past 48 hours I have watched Emma step aside for her. Emma watched as the old dog looked and looked for a place to lay down. And then she got up out of her bed and went over by the door and laid down. Shania took the bed and looked as comfortable as anything you can imagine. It was almost like Emma knew she was old and not well... So many many moments like this and I am getting ready to rush out the door I wish I could list them all. But at least I saw, and can pass off enough her to say. We as humans, we could so learn from our dogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a human... &lt;br /&gt;Debra Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5670563390335916544?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5670563390335916544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5670563390335916544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5670563390335916544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-view.html' title='A new view'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SvYXW2Osm3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/xcEHr5EcYLc/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1771498345243853864</id><published>2009-11-02T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:51:24.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which way to I go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Su9iT_OfAeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SORaRyB38k0/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Su9iT_OfAeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SORaRyB38k0/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399642573769736674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a direction is a good plan. Knowing which direction not to go is also a good plan. Moving down the road is good planning. Knowing when to stop is good planning too. Going off in a new direction is brave and can be either a bridge to better things or a bad choice. Recognizing that, is a by-product of having been giving good directions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Confusing, Simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1771498345243853864?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1771498345243853864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-way-to-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1771498345243853864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1771498345243853864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-way-to-i-go.html' title='Which way to I go?'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Su9iT_OfAeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SORaRyB38k0/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1226783496247634756</id><published>2009-11-01T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:37:45.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took my own advice!</title><content type='html'>30, 31 and Nov 1st&lt;br /&gt;Boy, took my own advice!&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1226783496247634756?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1226783496247634756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/took-my-own-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1226783496247634756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1226783496247634756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/took-my-own-advice.html' title='Took my own advice!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-1112985634006076351</id><published>2009-10-29T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:50:34.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off the computer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Suo4TVZsDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EjR888uQTo8/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Suo4TVZsDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EjR888uQTo8/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398189008170520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human noticed a something in others lives today. The both spent too much time on the Internet and all they could see was what was right in front of them. They couldn't steep back and see a big picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, being the wise learning dog that I am, got up off the carpet and went on jog around the block! No more counting carpet fuzz's for me. I am a participate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-1112985634006076351?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1112985634006076351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-off-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1112985634006076351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/1112985634006076351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-off-computer.html' title='Get off the computer!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Suo4TVZsDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EjR888uQTo8/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5874399756237291066</id><published>2009-10-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:41:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SujId4t0_5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jcrqRbei6T4/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SujId4t0_5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jcrqRbei6T4/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397784569169903506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about Christmas but if felt so Chrismas-ish today. I received in the mail a December time goodies that I won on line. I got to have play time with my family and then later with my neighbors. My humans love each other. Life is just such a good fun feeling today and Christmas always feels like that. So maybe I am not early but I just carried the feeling with me since last year! That is the purpose isn't it?!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5874399756237291066?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5874399756237291066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-its-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5874399756237291066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5874399756237291066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-its-early.html' title='I know it&apos;s early'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SujId4t0_5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/jcrqRbei6T4/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-261599542180968405</id><published>2009-10-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:45:20.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Today I was fierce. I sleep late. I did important things. I went to therapy. I practiced my commands. I eat hardy. I begged for cheese! I gave more then I recieved and I gained so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-261599542180968405?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/261599542180968405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/261599542180968405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/261599542180968405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3479742249642247872</id><published>2009-10-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:32:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the up swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuY_EVZR6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4fa7zD1wI8c/s1600-h/thumbnailCA0TGWCZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuY_EVZR6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4fa7zD1wI8c/s200/thumbnailCA0TGWCZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397070547145320594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, a new day has dawn and life seams once again on the upswing! Appreciate your movements and learn to feel it as a combined motion, instead of ups and downs! Life is always in progress.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3479742249642247872?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3479742249642247872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-up-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3479742249642247872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3479742249642247872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-up-swing.html' title='On the up swing'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuY_EVZR6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4fa7zD1wI8c/s72-c/thumbnailCA0TGWCZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6133116148382957726</id><published>2009-10-25T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:42:40.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In high Gear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuUMhJU4K5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/J9CegHSypTQ/s1600-h/thumbnailCA5FQQ5N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuUMhJU4K5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/J9CegHSypTQ/s200/thumbnailCA5FQQ5N.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396733492052110226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been busy ALL day from sun up to WAY past sun down? Never stopping.. Go Go Go.. Sometimes full, sometimes hungry, sometimes tired, sometimes energetic, sometimes cranky, sometime happy and you just can't stop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been me today. I am a whirlwind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma (not Zen!) But in a good mood and going strong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6133116148382957726?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6133116148382957726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-high-gear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6133116148382957726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6133116148382957726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-high-gear.html' title='In high Gear!'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuUMhJU4K5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/J9CegHSypTQ/s72-c/thumbnailCA5FQQ5N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2101668820189238297</id><published>2009-10-24T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:57:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd, 23rd, 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuMxofLdDzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UdFG-oyYF-0/s1600-h/thumbnailCAYFJVC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuMxofLdDzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UdFG-oyYF-0/s200/thumbnailCAYFJVC1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211350154055474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy how the days can get away from you. There were are obstacles, a few unhealthy bodies, and challenges that faced me and my family and the next thing you knew three days had gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: I am not complaining or listing or going on about the negatives. That just promotes more of it. And you don't need to write my human and ask if everything is okay. It is. But everyone has these days, everyone, it is nothing overwhelming, nothing life shattering, nothing critical. That's probably the trouble, it's always the little things that get you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow what I am hear to say is that is in these times that you have to remember to think a crucial thought, then somehow manage to execute it.. One process under stress we all so often forget to do, or forget about. But in life, no matter are topic, or moods, or are path one thing can help even if for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember to S M I L E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2101668820189238297?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2101668820189238297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/22nd-23rd-24th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2101668820189238297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2101668820189238297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/22nd-23rd-24th.html' title='22nd, 23rd, 24th'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/SuMxofLdDzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UdFG-oyYF-0/s72-c/thumbnailCAYFJVC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4975027386293814360</id><published>2009-10-21T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:08:59.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St-ikh8jflI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a52Ye2YD5Lk/s1600-h/IMG_5918%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St-ikh8jflI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a52Ye2YD5Lk/s200/IMG_5918%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395209627084488274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't worry about the past or the future and I didn't "try" to arrange my day. It wasn't boring and it was over grand, it was just right. I met a new friend and we hung out we did many things and didn't really go to many places. Her name is Addy and she was just simply enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4975027386293814360?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4975027386293814360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/simplicity-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4975027386293814360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4975027386293814360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/simplicity-works.html' title='Simplicity Works'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St-ikh8jflI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a52Ye2YD5Lk/s72-c/IMG_5918%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-332797933064107472</id><published>2009-10-20T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:59:40.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><title type='text'>Know when to fold 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St3sV29fQZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZqjK1VnGFes/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St3sV29fQZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZqjK1VnGFes/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394727788934545810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a LOT of time preparing for something that would be a great honor to do. I love the sound of it and I am proud to have qualified. When the time came however I knew going wasn't right. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of fear or any emotion that would make you run from something, those are unhealthy actions. The hardest thing to do is to make it to your hill top and then say I am leaving because I don't think this is the best place for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest decisions can be so beneficial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-332797933064107472?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/332797933064107472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-when-to-fold-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/332797933064107472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/332797933064107472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/know-when-to-fold-em.html' title='Know when to fold &apos;em'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/St3sV29fQZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZqjK1VnGFes/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-8380242258774539636</id><published>2009-10-19T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:06:20.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StzF7ZRpHGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jv7AqWEsoQc/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StzF7ZRpHGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jv7AqWEsoQc/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394404077870849122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said they were broken hearted and that they were so sad with out me in their life, but they didn't call. I saw a billboard with a negative drawing and the protesters were saying negative things, but they didn't say what the topic was about. I went to a place unfamiliar to me and asked them what they had and they said, "I don't know", I didn't work their and I wasn't required to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seams like somethings I have run across today have just been one off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a dog but if you don't like the bones, just don't eat. Don't spit it out all over the floor and hank and make a huge deal about it. And if I want to kiss you, I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I have to say, you humans will have to read between the lines or figure it out for yourselves. But from my point of view today you all aren't doing very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can catch more flies with honey then you can vinegar. You can be for something instead of against something. You can be poignant instead of beating around the bush. Wives tails, Old sayings or truths. Just do better, even if you already are. Loose the drama use perspective and stop living your life as an optical illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-8380242258774539636?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8380242258774539636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8380242258774539636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/8380242258774539636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StzF7ZRpHGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jv7AqWEsoQc/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6960775491036696083</id><published>2009-10-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:14:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stu9WKBbs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NlkGn40WUyA/s1600-h/IMG_5906%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stu9WKBbs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NlkGn40WUyA/s200/IMG_5906%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394113167051437042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the park and we had a picnic with blankets and chairs, BBQ hot dogs and baseball and checkers. When we got home we stopped the Ice Cream truck! The best things in life: are simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6960775491036696083?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6960775491036696083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-it-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6960775491036696083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6960775491036696083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep it Simple'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stu9WKBbs_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NlkGn40WUyA/s72-c/IMG_5906%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-2794680090942166527</id><published>2009-10-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:43:18.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy</title><content type='html'>I am a balanced dog. I live in the now. I am not stress, bummed, overwhelmed. I am not thinking about anything that happened yesterday or may happen tomorrow. I am in the now. I am a balanced dog. I am not tilter from one option to another. I am not unsure. I am what a I am. A dog, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are balanced you are not confused. If you don't understand meditate and be a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2794680090942166527?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2794680090942166527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2794680090942166527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2794680090942166527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7586033561457070425</id><published>2009-10-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:58:26.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stk_kG8-XKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J6s4p8IDjwM/s1600-h/IMG_5784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stk_kG8-XKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J6s4p8IDjwM/s200/IMG_5784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393411918327078050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, What does it all mean? Another question for which somethimes you never get an acceptable answer.&lt;br /&gt;Fall, I live in Southern California that is more of a term of time then an actual season. Fall, in colored leaves or leaves that are dying from heat and look like that belong in a seasonal category. Fall, as in to fall down at which point you should either just lay there and go with the flow or get up and do something. Fall, as in fallen, those we know that pass before us. Fall and in falling, the tears that flow for those who fell. I have the feeling this may not make sense but my for today my senses, fell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of a friend. &lt;br /&gt;Emma Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7586033561457070425?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7586033561457070425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7586033561457070425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7586033561457070425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stk_kG8-XKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J6s4p8IDjwM/s72-c/IMG_5784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-9138221793832941927</id><published>2009-10-15T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:31:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of this &amp; A little of that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stewa9FvHEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GAQ3CC67mEU/s1600-h/thumbnailCATHXAEX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stewa9FvHEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GAQ3CC67mEU/s200/thumbnailCATHXAEX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392973055921167426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those days where if someone asked you, "what did you do today?" you would answer with the word, nothing or not much. But in reality you did a whole bunch of nothing or not much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you humans are selling yourselves short when you answer that way. To me, a canine, that is a very well balanced day chalk full of to dos. Today I did some nothing and a lot of not much. I got so much accomplished, from chores to rest. It was a day of a little of the and a little of that and it mounted up to a bunch of somethings!!! Mom called it, lifes recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-9138221793832941927?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9138221793832941927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-of-this-little-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9138221793832941927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/9138221793832941927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-of-this-little-of-that.html' title='A little of this &amp; A little of that'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Stewa9FvHEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GAQ3CC67mEU/s72-c/thumbnailCATHXAEX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3400407919598762635</id><published>2009-10-14T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:30:49.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Being Helpful</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the storage unit to help my dad work. I was active and walked with him from one unit to the next and help him move things around. I also was lazy and stayed in out of the way and in one place when he needed to work without me but still keep his eyes on me. So sometimes being helpful is doing and sometimes being helpful is doing nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know when which is applicable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3400407919598762635?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3400407919598762635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-helpful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3400407919598762635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3400407919598762635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-helpful.html' title='Being Helpful'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-6199032650929741436</id><published>2009-10-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:38:32.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much like a human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Lesson'/><title type='text'>Be Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StUoEyx_6EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ihzpr3pKWVo/s1600-h/IMG_5754%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StUoEyx_6EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ihzpr3pKWVo/s200/IMG_5754%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392260191662106690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human remember Granny (in picture) telling her that if she ever needed more hours in her day: to slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that may sound like funny advice if your runnin around like a chicken with no head but today I learned the truth in that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human also as a friend, Mary who told a story one time of her son who ran in yelling and screaming about everything he had going on in his head and how he had to "hurry up" and get some of it done so he could give his brain a rest. Mary told him to stop, sit and breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seams to be the advice of both. Today I sat for hours at the Senior Center where Granny lives. And everyone came and sat with me one person at a time. I had so much fun, so many laughs, heard so much advice, had moments of silences. Today was long, beautiful and fun. I was only there 2 in a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you fill your busy life with moments of stillness... May you be happier, healthier and optain more beauty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-6199032650929741436?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6199032650929741436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6199032650929741436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/6199032650929741436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-still.html' title='Be Still'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StUoEyx_6EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ihzpr3pKWVo/s72-c/IMG_5754%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4576917822473337128</id><published>2009-10-12T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:00:18.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StO0x3CVIZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5jglzFuFTCI/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODgtMjAwOTEwMTItMTU0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759331"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StO0x3CVIZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5jglzFuFTCI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODgtMjAwOTEwMTItMTU0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759331"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391851947572928914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ever done this? &lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s towards the end of summer and you are Just SO tired of being hot. Then the weather changes to what you have been waiting for and you go and hide under a warm fuzzy blanket.&lt;p&gt;I have heard humans sau this is called: the grass is always greener on the other side. I call this a good reason not to complain about whatever storm is in your day...&lt;p&gt;Emma Zen&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4576917822473337128?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4576917822473337128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-in-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4576917822473337128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4576917822473337128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-in-weather.html' title='A change in weather'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StO0x3CVIZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5jglzFuFTCI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyODgtMjAwOTEwMTItMTU0Ni5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759331' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-4179592864226874405</id><published>2009-10-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:42:38.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Much like a human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning process'/><title type='text'>A Life Question is Answered....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StKjAwka6oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CtTiy8oxNd0/s1600-h/IMG_5745cweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StKjAwka6oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CtTiy8oxNd0/s200/IMG_5745cweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550937348893314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that we are not afraid of anything. We just have no knowledge or experience of whatever it is we think we are afraid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I listened to the noise it made first. Then I listen to my humans who said I would be okay. I sat on it with out it moving or being turned on. Then when I got comfortable I even eat some cheese on it before we went up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After I knew the in's and out's, I wasn't afraid of the up's and down's! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.. Now that is a statement, there it is out of the mouth's of canines: &lt;strong&gt;Life's Answer to How to overcome your fears? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is my Mom and I 26 feet in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-4179592864226874405?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4179592864226874405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-question-is-answered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4179592864226874405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/4179592864226874405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-question-is-answered.html' title='A Life Question is Answered....'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StKjAwka6oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CtTiy8oxNd0/s72-c/IMG_5745cweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3753614093981883810</id><published>2009-10-10T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:08:01.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like today blog said, be</title><content type='html'>Like today blog said, be persistent... I did it and now dog park will feel SO good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-3753614093981883810?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3753614093981883810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-today-blog-said-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3753614093981883810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/3753614093981883810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-today-blog-said-be.html' title='Like today blog said, be'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-934728512121439226</id><published>2009-10-10T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:05:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG00269-20091009-1438.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDbCK6XAeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jvoo8euMUQQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjktMjAwOTEwMDktMTQzOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744087"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDbCK6XAeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jvoo8euMUQQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNjktMjAwOTEwMDktMTQzOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744087"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391049584297837026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So tired of trying&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-934728512121439226?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/934728512121439226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/img00269-20091009-1438jpg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/934728512121439226'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDXbum5mNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9ycajWRQlSs/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAwOTEwMDktMTQ1MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722588"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDXbum5mNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9ycajWRQlSs/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAwOTEwMDktMTQ1MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722588"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391045625330112722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Emailing pictures and extra text characters to blogger from cell. Test. LOL as if you couldn&amp;#39;t tell.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-2972250933180290364?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2972250933180290364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/img00270-20091009-1451jpg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2972250933180290364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/2972250933180290364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/img00270-20091009-1451jpg.html' title='IMG00270-20091009-1451.jpg'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDXbum5mNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9ycajWRQlSs/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzAtMjAwOTEwMDktMTQ1MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-722588' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-5324524558981160693</id><published>2009-10-10T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:40:53.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sms test from cell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-5324524558981160693?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5324524558981160693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/sms-test-from-cell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5324524558981160693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/5324524558981160693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/sms-test-from-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-7364690335707440692</id><published>2009-10-10T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:22:29.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18pt;color:#1c1f14;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="45" bgcolor="#8eb15f" background="cid:1255195230831@dclient.mail.yahoo.com"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"  height="100%" bgcolor="#8eb15f" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table  width="100%" height="100%" style="table-layout:fixed;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="white-space:normal;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3" color="#1c1f14" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#1c1f14;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:undefined;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Okay this is another test (see daily blog below) and this is&amp;nbsp;will work! 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Well for everyone one you see there are 4 that didn't make it this far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lesson in try and try again, persistence pays.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a biscuit the other day so I sat by the cookie jar. When that didn't work I went a push my Dad with my nose and then went over and sat by the cookie jar. And when that didn't work I laid down by the cookie jar and the right when he looked at me I would give him eyebrows and throw him my poor poor pitiful me look. That failed too and then I just gave up. (thinking maybe this would get me a biscuit!) An hour later, still no biscuit I looked at him and said "bark". Something I have only ever said a couple of times. I GOT A BISCUIT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it doesn't matter how often you fail or even feel like you do. What matters is that you keep trying. It turned out to be a fun day of "what makes dad tick!" and now I know how to get a biscuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3545302957312986199-7542040486565970818?l=emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7542040486565970818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-persistant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7542040486565970818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3545302957312986199/posts/default/7542040486565970818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmathebikerdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-persistant.html' title='Be persistant'/><author><name>Emma The Biker Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16080443450208786441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/Sps_HXnJpNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qid99138dMs/S220/Emma+Chiapuzio+Headshot+by+Pupparazzii+web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kmxvH15Lc0/StDA7X_POvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IpWxPyYqLrY/s72-c/Yep+that%27s+my+dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545302957312986199.post-3205207056324098204</id><published>2009-10-10T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:43:34.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test from Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18pt;color:#00007f;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"  height="100%" bgcolor="#eff6fc" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table  width="100%" height="100%" style="table-layout:fixed;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="white-space:normal;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3" color="#00007f" style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18;color:#00007f;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:undefined;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Testing my ability to post from me email! 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