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		<title>By: Eve</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eve</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:53:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can&#039;t even imagine taking on a pup.  After reading this I&#039;m exhausted too.  We almost gave our cat back...after he thought our down comforter was a great litter box.  Good luck Mama Mo!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t even imagine taking on a pup.  After reading this I&#8217;m exhausted too.  We almost gave our cat back&#8230;after he thought our down comforter was a great litter box.  Good luck Mama Mo!</p>
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		<title>By: Mo</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:55:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gracie is a bit of a priss sometimes but Penny is like PigPen—there&#039;s a cloud of dirt around her constantly. I forgot about the jar of pennies. We had to do that with Gracie for something. It&#039;s probably time to resurrect that. Thanks for the tip!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gracie is a bit of a priss sometimes but Penny is like PigPen—there&#8217;s a cloud of dirt around her constantly. I forgot about the jar of pennies. We had to do that with Gracie for something. It&#8217;s probably time to resurrect that. Thanks for the tip!</p>
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		<title>By: Mo</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The bird thing is funny. They totally pick the fur right off the dogs. It drove our first Sammy, Callie, out of her mind. So she started to stalk the birds. She got so stealthy and fast that we&#039;d find the remains of birds once a month. One afternoon, my husband and I were out front with her and a bird swooped too low for her comfort and she jumped up out of a dead sleep and grabbed the bird out of the air and, well, you know how that ended. We called her The Great White Huntress.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The bird thing is funny. They totally pick the fur right off the dogs. It drove our first Sammy, Callie, out of her mind. So she started to stalk the birds. She got so stealthy and fast that we&#8217;d find the remains of birds once a month. One afternoon, my husband and I were out front with her and a bird swooped too low for her comfort and she jumped up out of a dead sleep and grabbed the bird out of the air and, well, you know how that ended. We called her The Great White Huntress.</p>
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		<title>By: Kimberly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kimberly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 11:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Our second Samoyed sounds a lot like Penny.  He was the messy one and the one that thought he was playing by jumping up on you and digging and generally annoying the hell out of us.  The two dogs were like the Odd Couple - one was neat and well behaved, the other was messy and had his own definition of polite behavior.

Have you ever used the pennies in a metal can to stop the bad behavior?  We used that to train our dogs to stay out of the plants, digging, and jumping up on us.  It worked pretty well too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our second Samoyed sounds a lot like Penny.  He was the messy one and the one that thought he was playing by jumping up on you and digging and generally annoying the hell out of us.  The two dogs were like the Odd Couple &#8211; one was neat and well behaved, the other was messy and had his own definition of polite behavior.</p>
<p>Have you ever used the pennies in a metal can to stop the bad behavior?  We used that to train our dogs to stay out of the plants, digging, and jumping up on us.  It worked pretty well too.</p>
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		<title>By: TexasEmerald</title>
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		<dc:creator>TexasEmerald</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 13:34:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had Samoyeds when I was a kid.  There was Teka, King, and Diablo.

Diablo was the naughtiest.  He would take great joy in ninja-like escapes from the front door and run as fast as his floppy, furry paws would take him to the end of the block.  He would then stop, sit down facing the house, and wait for my mother to get about 10 steps from him before taking off running at break neck speed to the opposite end of the block.  This game would continue as long as he  deemed necessary...there was no catching him.

When he wasn&#039;t practicing for the Olympics, he would bask in the sun in the back yard...and then little birds would swoop down and peck fur out of his mane for their nests.  That is, until he caught one and ate it.

Good times.

So, good luck with the training.  Hopefully,  you&#039;ll be trained soon so Penny can continue her quest for world domination.

{{hugs}}</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had Samoyeds when I was a kid.  There was Teka, King, and Diablo.</p>
<p>Diablo was the naughtiest.  He would take great joy in ninja-like escapes from the front door and run as fast as his floppy, furry paws would take him to the end of the block.  He would then stop, sit down facing the house, and wait for my mother to get about 10 steps from him before taking off running at break neck speed to the opposite end of the block.  This game would continue as long as he  deemed necessary&#8230;there was no catching him.</p>
<p>When he wasn&#8217;t practicing for the Olympics, he would bask in the sun in the back yard&#8230;and then little birds would swoop down and peck fur out of his mane for their nests.  That is, until he caught one and ate it.</p>
<p>Good times.</p>
<p>So, good luck with the training.  Hopefully,  you&#8217;ll be trained soon so Penny can continue her quest for world domination.</p>
<p>{{hugs}}</p>
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