<?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-1873444813260004933</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:22:10.092-08:00</updated><category term='Thomas Hair Cut Spring Roomie'/><category term='Christmas Tree'/><category term='Nora'/><category term='Merry Christmas Thomas Sweater'/><category term='2 Mommies'/><category term='Jack Russell Roommate Yesenia Lori Mickey JR'/><category term='Thomas Awesome'/><title type='text'>Thomascino</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-5321426128306501134</id><published>2009-06-24T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:05:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boyfriend for Mom</title><content type='html'>Hey Everydog!! Mom's trip to Mejico was really good except that she ran into a patch of larve thimble jellyfish and got something called "Seabather's Eruption". She was upset and said she is never going back to the homeland, but I think she is just a little enojado and that she will get over it in a couple of years.... besides, her new boyfriend Kenneth says he wants to go see the old Mayan temple ruins someday, so mi mama has to give in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right - it's official with Mom's new friend. Since her divorce with my Dad is now final, she is a single lady!! Kenneth told her that he really likes her and wants to date exclusively... WoooooAaaaahhh my mom is never single for long, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3572862151_4e046d8a95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see her very much on Father's day weekend because she went to Lake Jackson to be with him and his little boy. Mom told me that she took them both out for ice cream to celebrate Father's day... then on Sunday we went to MY G-Pa's house and I got to see Dixie, Wilson and Chivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3648708658_e2ec3252b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, it would be very hard for Kenneth to deny this hijo!! They look very much the same, verdad? Mom says that Kenneth is a very good Dad and loves his baby very much.  He just turned 6 anos, can you believe how big he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is about time for me to take my daily siesta so I am going to go!! Wishing everydog out there lots of love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-5321426128306501134?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/5321426128306501134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=5321426128306501134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/5321426128306501134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/5321426128306501134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-boyfriend-for-mom.html' title='New Boyfriend for Mom'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3572862151_4e046d8a95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-3490847689162437377</id><published>2009-06-02T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:53:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Mexico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hola Perritos! Soy Thomasino, como estas? I am doing pretty bueno. My Mom is going on a trip to my home country.... and can you believe it? - she isn't taking me with her! Mi mama es loca! Everydog needs to go on vacation to the homeland at least once in a while! What is she thinking?! She says that she will be drinking an umbrella-fruit drink and missing me while she lays out in her bikini on the beach... how rude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of beaches, Mom took a few pictures while she was on the beach at Surfside with her new friend Kenneth. Here are a couple of those shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3573673018_00ce67c478.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3573673010_84fae3d4d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3335/3573669440_239bbe3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, El vive in Lake Jackson which is a really far walk, friends. I went over to his house over Memorial Day and Mr. Ken took really good care of me - he even let me have a siesta in his cama!!! Yesterday he rode his moto over to the casa and cut a hole in the new door that Mom bought for the backyard. The hole is going to be for the doggie door of course! What were you thinking? He has got a lot of tools and is good at fixing up his house that was built in the 1960's. He also BBQ's on the grill outside for his best friend Lori (Mickey's Mom) and my Mom... and sometimes he lets me taste the meat he is cooking!!! I LOVE IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I guess Mom wants you guys to know that she is off to Mexico and that she will be back with more pictures of Dixie and Wilson if she remembers to take some when she stays at my G-pa's house on Friday. Adios!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-3490847689162437377?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/3490847689162437377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=3490847689162437377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3490847689162437377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3490847689162437377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-mexico.html' title='Viva Mexico!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3573673018_00ce67c478_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-7559220055398314635</id><published>2009-05-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:16:47.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Brother Mickey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everydog&lt;/span&gt;! I would like to introduce you to my new brother Mickey. He is a Yorkie who likes to wear clothes just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/3539385427_745497a109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/3539385427_745497a109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He loves his Mom Lori a whole lot, and even sleeps on her just like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; person! She is a fashion merchandising graduate that works at an international clothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;distributor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/3539394323_0b6da9830e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Mickey's Mom with my Mom. My Mom is on the left in orange and Mickey's Mom is on the right wearing black. Aren't they so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bonita&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Verdad&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/3539394211_f91e690fac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, dogs, I hope your Memorial day weekend goes well. I think I may be visiting Lake Jackson soon now that Mom has a new friend who lives out there. More on that later!! Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-7559220055398314635?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/7559220055398314635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=7559220055398314635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/7559220055398314635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/7559220055398314635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-brother-mickey.html' title='New Brother Mickey'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/3539385427_745497a109_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-2184022818441837886</id><published>2009-05-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:42:28.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Russell Roommate Yesenia Lori Mickey JR'/><title type='text'>Izzy Ran Away + New Doggie Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello Everydog! We know that it has been a long time since you have heard what has happened at the casa, so here is your May update. First, mi hermana Izzy decided to go live with the gay neighbors down the street because they have two cats and no dogs.... plus, she could never seem to get along with my new friend JR. Mom's roommate Yesenia has a Jack Russell that I get to play with all day long. He likes to run and catch the ball with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3396089397_74ea849aa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3516732735_dc7e684096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But don't worry, we see Izzy meowing around the front yard sometimes. Mom says that if she hasn't come around for her food that she is probably eating good some where else! I guess that makes sense. She also said that they have named her "Samantha" so she probably gets along with the neighbors pretty bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This weekend, Mom took me to PetsMart to get some supplies for her dog clippers. We went to my G-pa's house and she shaved all the hair off Dixie, Wilson and Chivas! We forgot to take pictures to show you, but they looked pretty hilarious... maybe this weekend Mom can show you her handiwork! She also bought me an Iron Man shirt that I really like to wear! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3517545634_6ffbc6ce50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3627/3516733219_3b45ef2d40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lastly amigos, we got another roommate person that moved her stuff in on Saturday. The best part is that she brought another doggie for me to play with!! His name is Mickey and he is a Yorkie. Mom says he is scared because he is in a new house with new smells and new doggies so he hides under his Mom Lori's bed a lot. I hope that sometime this week he will come out and hang with me and J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-2184022818441837886?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/2184022818441837886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=2184022818441837886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2184022818441837886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2184022818441837886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/05/izzy-ran-away-new-doggie-brother.html' title='Izzy Ran Away + New Doggie Brother'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3396089397_74ea849aa4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-5368778411202913200</id><published>2009-03-13T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:24:12.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/3352424093_ff15fd5bdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/3352424093_ff15fd5bdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So just to update you on the situation going on at the casa. My Mom apparently loves me very much as evidenced by this horrible pose she made me participate in.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-5368778411202913200?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/5368778411202913200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=5368778411202913200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/5368778411202913200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/5368778411202913200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-and-me.html' title='Mom and Me'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/3352424093_ff15fd5bdc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-2085855937053652443</id><published>2009-02-23T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:10:41.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Hair Cut Spring Roomie'/><title type='text'>Spiffy Spring Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How's it going? I can't believe how long it has taken the Mommy to get in gear and write to you, but it is better a month late than not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been several new developments brewing at the casa. First a new girl moved in after the old roomie got the boot. I think the Mom said something about men being dogs... which sounds great to me, but who knows! Then a week later another lady moved all her things in the other empty room. The greatest part of all of this is that the latest roomie has another dog! His name is JR and he is a Jack Russell Terrier. We like to run and catch the ball together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the Mommy got this stuuuupid idea in her head to give me a spring clip so embarassing I can hardly reveal the details. Basically, I went from looking fabulous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3253816007_aa52979f43.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3253816007_aa52979f43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....to something quite opposite of cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3253816299_a8c60b8fbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3253816299_a8c60b8fbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the heart, please tell my Mom that this kind of abuse is reprehensible and will not go without recourse! Well until manana my friends, keep your heads up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-2085855937053652443?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/2085855937053652443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=2085855937053652443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2085855937053652443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2085855937053652443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/02/spiffy-spring-haircut.html' title='Spiffy Spring Haircut'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3253816007_aa52979f43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-2509781120274771675</id><published>2009-01-20T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:54:49.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends and Mom</title><content type='html'>Hi everydog! I hope you are enjoying the new year as much as me. I have been getting to spend everyday with Mom.  It is so neat that I get her all to myself now but she says that it won't last long because we are getting a roommate soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Lee and he has come to see me two times already, can you believe it! He signed a six month lease to live in what used to be the spare bedroom.  Mom seems to be excited that she won't be alone all the time when she's home. I don't understand her sometimes... what am I, chopped liver!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says he works for a construction company as a supervisor and is hoping that he will use his carpentry skills to help her fix those projects in the house that Dad didn't finish helping her complete. He also says he likes cooking so I hope that he will drop some treats on the floor for me to eat!  Yum! This all sounds so delicious, I'm getting hungry again.  WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-2509781120274771675?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/2509781120274771675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=2509781120274771675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2509781120274771675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/2509781120274771675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-friends-and-mom.html' title='New Friends and Mom'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-7118102949271760946</id><published>2009-01-13T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:45:41.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Dad</title><content type='html'>As if things couldn't get more loco with all the people that come and go at my casa, my dad decided to move out.  So did the other Mommy, Nora.  So now my Mom is home alone and she cries mucho.  I try to snuggle up with her and play the ball, but nothing seems to make her stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone knows of a good way to get the Mom to be happy, please let a doggy know!  I love my Mom very much and I can hardly wait for her to smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-7118102949271760946?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/7118102949271760946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=7118102949271760946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/7118102949271760946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/7118102949271760946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-dad.html' title='No More Dad'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-8475130790532314859</id><published>2008-12-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:43:17.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas Thomas Sweater'/><title type='text'>Sweater Time Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956245483_b58b7bd8df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956245483_b58b7bd8df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956245483_b58b7bd8df.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather lately has been strange. For a few days when it is mui frio, Mom will put on my sweater and then it will get all hot outside again and she will take it off. I have to admit that I quite enjoy wearing it, although this year it is quite a bit more snug than it was last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Mom pulls it out of the closet and asks me if I would like to wear it today, I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; say yes! ...who wants to go outside to pee when it's cold without a warm sweater? You think I am loco or something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like every week since the secretary put up that lighted tree inside the house (that I am not allowed to pee on), it has rained once a week and been cold but later warmed up. Weird. She also said something about me needing to brush my teeth after what the Vet Miss Hailey told her. Seriously though, who can trust what that lady says anyway? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last thing, Mom says she wants me to tell everydog "Merry Christmas"... whatever that means.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&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/1873444813260004933-8475130790532314859?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/8475130790532314859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=8475130790532314859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/8475130790532314859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/8475130790532314859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweater-time-weather.html' title='Sweater Time Weather'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956245483_b58b7bd8df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-3779857078410245400</id><published>2008-12-15T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:31:13.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Awesome'/><title type='text'>How to be Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3086617275_6c85869b71.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3086617275_6c85869b71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hello again friends, Thomascino here. I just wanted to update you on my weekend and explain to everydog how totally awesome it is to be me. Not everyone can be this cool, it's hard, but someone has got to get it done. (I mean, just look at me chilin on this rug. Yep, I so own it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday was great because the secretary decided to sleep all day. In case you don't know, I get to sleep in the bed with my hoomans (because I rock so much) which means that I got to lay around with my warm Mom in the bed for an entire day! Sleeping for hours on end has got to be one of the things that makes me happiest...or, well, at least its in my top ten. Anyways, it got me thinking, how come everyone hasn't achieved my level of glory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a few ideas and tips on this for all who are interested. First off, I never chew on my Mom's shoes. Think about it: once the shoes of a Mom get eaten, you lose a huge chunk of fab and I can't be having all that nonsense. So even though they smell awesome and look perfect for grawing, just know that committing an act so severe against these "things" that Mom's seem to love will fling you to the bottom of her list... and that just gets you further and further away from fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, you really have to mind your own business around these hooman creatures. I mean, most of the time they act like they are all "busy" and stuff but I know that is just an act they put on to feel important. When they are running around the house in the mornings just lay low (don't get out of bed), wait until they come home in the afternoon and then greet them at the door with your biggest smile. I have been practicing mine for quite a while now, and I have to say that it is pretty much famous at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2163/2144218280_c328a2aac8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can handle implementing those two suggestions then you are pretty much set. Don't try so hard to fit in or get attention.... just sit back, relax and wait for the food to hit the floor.... that's how I roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-3779857078410245400?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/3779857078410245400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=3779857078410245400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3779857078410245400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3779857078410245400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-be-awesome.html' title='How to be Awesome'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/3086617275_6c85869b71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1873444813260004933.post-3960647669101940639</id><published>2008-12-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:31:55.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Mommies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><title type='text'>Two Mommies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3087456572_6e4433610f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So lately I have noticed something strange going on at the casa. It seems that there is another woman living in Mom's house. She has long dark hair and speaks my home language! I think that I like her, and it got me thinking... do I have two Mommies now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/3086619683_f5bfb1b531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just want everydog to know that she is really nice to me and lets me sleep in her clothes basket. Mom says that she broke up with her boyfriend recently and had no where to go for about three weeks until her apartment is ready. She is from California, so her family doesn't live here in Texas. She always works on these papers she calls "lesson plans" and "grading". She talks a lot about kids who are 5 or 6 years old. She calls them Kinder-Garden, whatever that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, I am keeping an eye on her, because she really doesn't give me treats or drop food on the floor like my Daddy does. In fact, she hardly eats anything! My Mom says I should be more like her, because the vet told me that I am getting too fat and that I should not be allowed table scraps. Pffff....what can she possibly know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think that Dad might be listening though, because now he has switched to some kind of treat for me with a picture of a puppy on the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and also... for the past two weeks some kind of weird lit contraption is sitting in front of the window I like to look out front in. Izzy seems to love that thing, and all the shiny balls that hang on it. I personally really don't see the use for it, but Mom seems to find it necessary to keep in my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/3087456572_6e4433610f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873444813260004933-3960647669101940639?l=tomascino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/feeds/3960647669101940639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1873444813260004933&amp;postID=3960647669101940639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3960647669101940639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1873444813260004933/posts/default/3960647669101940639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomascino.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-mommies.html' title='Two Mommies?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168676954034658570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mBKo0bMjzco/SRkTS__T2mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TUKCqNSZZF4/s1600-R/2571858378_3a32c46609_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/3086619683_f5bfb1b531_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
