<?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-11599111</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:03.555-07:00</updated><category term='I better sleep like this in case someone wants to rub my belly and I&apos;m not paying attention.'/><title type='text'>The Hubley Hooligans in Action</title><subtitle type='html'>Stupid moves, dumb stuff, my daily life living with Siberian Huskies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2075885913961128338</id><published>2008-02-11T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:10:38.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be darned</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 10 Apr 2003 15:39:01 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red likes LETTUCE &amp;amp; CABBAGE!!!!!!!!! Just threw him a huge piece of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lettuce, swallowed it, other night was having cabbage rolls and the cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was a Thick Outside piece which I hate gave hit to him, swallowed it :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Farts after not pleasant though, at least Lettuce shouldn't encounter than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;problem :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2075885913961128338?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2075885913961128338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2075885913961128338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2075885913961128338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2075885913961128338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-be-darned.html' title='I&apos;ll be darned'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5112082715073043688</id><published>2008-02-11T11:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:10:07.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max update</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 4 Apr 2003 09:18:58 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I think Max is healing well but hell I'm not looking LOL He's been&lt;br /&gt;&gt;outside a few times yesterday with one Hooligan (PRIDE who wouldn't come&lt;br /&gt;&gt;when called, big surprise) and did well. He will still posture at the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sliding glass door when Big Red, Tasha or Cojo go out and make like he&lt;br /&gt;wants&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a fight. Now here's one for ya, even when I'm not letting a dog out he&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stand at the door and bark and do circles around looking at the porch for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;something to guard????? Neurotic???? or flash back from being beat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up??????? I have a not to bad price on a Thyroid test which I will get for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him any other suggestions of what to look for???? Its his life we are&lt;br /&gt;&gt;talking about here, I certainly can't adopt him out and he's making things&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pretty tense around here :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5112082715073043688?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5112082715073043688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5112082715073043688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5112082715073043688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5112082715073043688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-update_11.html' title='Max update'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7793355721040302154</id><published>2008-02-11T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:09:37.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max today</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 4 Apr 2003 21:57:34 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well we almost got through the WHOLE day without an incident. Max mixed&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mingled with the others today. He growled and grumbled but kept his teeth&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to himself, well until this evening :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cojo was outside and Max at some points will not come when I call him and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;just stands guard at the door to threaten usually Big Red, Cojo, Carl or&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tasha. Sure enough I was calling and calling him and Cojo did not want to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pass but finally I went out and called Max who ignored me. I was trying to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;make a get away for Cojo NOPE. Max leapt on him and attacked. Guess&lt;br /&gt;&gt;what??? The other Hooligans protected Cojo and they attacked Max to make&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him stop. Thank goodness it was over quickly but not quick enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So there's Max, Mr. I'm not suppose to have tension on my stitches, getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;an ass kicking. I noticed Pride leapt on his back and swung his front paws&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around Max's tummy and thats definitely how he could have gotten that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;laceration. Pride has that deformed paw with a WICKED nail slant that has&lt;br /&gt;&gt;scratched and gouged me before. Anyway the special elixir Gunvor&lt;br /&gt;prescribed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;came today with one important ingredient on back order :( UGH&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7793355721040302154?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7793355721040302154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7793355721040302154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7793355721040302154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7793355721040302154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-today.html' title='Max today'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6820776588427528897</id><published>2008-02-11T11:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:09:11.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the time change or PMS?</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 5 Apr 2003 20:12:27 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well the ORNERY members of this household are starting to go up in NUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red (scheduled for surgery on Tuesday for yet another BAD TOOTH) is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;being a completely nasty shit the last two days. Kinda like he was when&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;first got him before we discovered the rotten teeth. I just tried to give&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cojo a bit of my crumbs from my dessert (Big Red already had my dinner&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leftovers) and Big Red stormed up and pushed him outta the way and almost&lt;br /&gt;&gt;threw my plate on the ground LOL WHOOOOOAAAA Yes I joined the ranks of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;snarky today. The County received TWO nasty emails re our NON existent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;garbage pick up (one bag a week, no large pickup) and higher taxes and the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fact our speed limit is 60 on a curvy hill and people are on our lawns, in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;our ditches and ripping the place up DAILY. Then I went after Canada Post&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and informed them our Mail Person was a lazy ass LOL and what did she&lt;br /&gt;expect&lt;br /&gt;&gt;next me to WIPE HER ASS. So I think we'll call it a day early and try for&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;better side of the bed tomorrow :) Maybe Max is rabid and I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rabies?????/&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The NASTY Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6820776588427528897?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6820776588427528897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6820776588427528897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6820776588427528897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6820776588427528897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/blame-time-change-or-pms.html' title='Blame the time change or PMS?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8226037008911256130</id><published>2008-02-11T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:08:39.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue haunting me</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 7 Apr 2003 17:01:15 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay this is BAD :( Took Max in for his Thyroid test today and the vet was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;blunt with me. She told me it probably isn't the Thyroid and its just his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;demeanour and I can't adopt him out knowing what I know :( So then I drove&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with Max for a while and couldn't get it out of my head that I'm facing the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ultimate end for Max. No I'm not ready to give in yet, I just know its not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;time. I still have Gunvor's remedy's to try (when the people ship me that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;last bottle of stuff so I can mix them). But still I'm heavy hearted,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;overcast, cold, snow in forecast weather isn't helping. Can't sled cause&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my arm, even neighbours thought I'd be out :( So I caved and had a nap&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( Next thing you know I'm at some shopping centre, outside in the parking&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lot and find a guy in a trailer that has found 3 Siberians :( Little to no&lt;br /&gt;&gt;training, pumped up and ready to go. Yes all frigging 3 left with me in my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Durango thank God I woke up then. I'M AFRAID TO SLEEP NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8226037008911256130?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8226037008911256130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8226037008911256130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8226037008911256130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8226037008911256130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/rescue-haunting-me.html' title='Rescue haunting me'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3150064305083172251</id><published>2008-02-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:08:05.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max update to Montreal</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 11 Apr 2003 09:03:55 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Here is my latest update to the folks that care about Max in Montreal :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Marilyn Hubley [mailto:mhubley@sympatico.ca]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: Friday, April 11, 2003 9:03 AM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: Cliff &amp;amp; Kelly MAXHELPERS; Heather Mills (MAX)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: Max Update&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well Max is DOING WELL!!!!!!!!!! Fewer and fewer outbursts. The Water&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Squirt Bottle technique is allowing me to get him away from confrontations&lt;br /&gt;&gt;before they happen. He's been happier, wagging his tail, talking not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;growling etc. He is taking his treats a lot nicer from me and eating with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the rest of the crew fairly well. Maybe he was just in pain from that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;laceration and traumatized by the attack, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yesterday I started him on some Herbal remedies too. All in all a much&lt;br /&gt;LESS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nasty baby boy who is currently woooo wooooing me here and pawing at me for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;attention:) Lets hope this is a turning point for Max :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3150064305083172251?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3150064305083172251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3150064305083172251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3150064305083172251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3150064305083172251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-update-to-montreal.html' title='Max update to Montreal'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6895652564223736181</id><published>2008-02-11T11:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:07:18.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red, is Mommy over protective?</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 8 Apr 2003 12:36:00 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I figure the vet is going to start thinking I'm CRACKED!!!! (I am but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thats not the point). Weaver last week for his ear problem that wasn't and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;today Big Red for a tooth problem that wasn't :) All great news for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They looked in his mouth the best the could until he got to growling at&lt;br /&gt;them&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and searched over his body for new lumps (impossible to find so thickly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;furred). We finally came up with the conclusion that he stinks cause he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;needs a BATH and he's been LICKING HIS BUTT!!!!! :) I like those results&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at the vet :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (Mom doesn't want kisses ;( Big Red)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6895652564223736181?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6895652564223736181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6895652564223736181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6895652564223736181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6895652564223736181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-red-is-mommy-over-protective.html' title='Big Red, is Mommy over protective?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3829902652976881604</id><published>2008-02-11T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:06:28.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Update</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 9 Apr 2003 08:41:17 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Things are going pretty well here at the Hubley Hooligans Hacienda!!!! Max&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has eaten with all the other Hooligans 3 times now and no incidents. Two&lt;br /&gt;&gt;spray bottles are always kept at the ready for in and out times as thats&lt;br /&gt;&gt;when Max seems to go into overdrive. Yes so there's Mommy early in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;morning chasing Max from the door outside on the porch in her housecoat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Neighbours don't even ask anymore :) So I'm smiling and relaxing and BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra attacks Big Red this morning :( UGHHHHHH Everyone is fine, Tundra&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;outside after a few BAD BAD GIRLS and Big Red is currently drinking enough&lt;br /&gt;&gt;water to flood the basement :) Ahhhh the life of a Hooligan Mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3829902652976881604?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3829902652976881604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3829902652976881604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3829902652976881604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3829902652976881604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-update.html' title='Max Update'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7325876313374618425</id><published>2008-02-11T11:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:05:59.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Day OUTSIDE</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 9 Apr 2003 12:35:44 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Phone call from vet just now, as expected, Thyroid tests all look normal. :&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So Tundra took a run at Big Red this morning (Tundra = Alpha) (Big Red =&lt;br /&gt;&gt;spoiled old boy). Well my feisty boy didn't take that laying down and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra is limping around with a HUGE hole on the top of her foot (peroxide&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and bandaged). Now I notice Big Red has a puffy eye, yep and he won't let&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me look at it. So pray for me I'm now going to have to crawl on top of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stinking creature and attempt to get a good look at it and wipe it :( This&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not going to be FUN!!!!! :( NOOOOOOOo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;P.S. Big Stinking Critter has grooming appointment next Thursday (ohhh my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;god he's farting, Marilyn falls off chair dead)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans where everyday is an adventure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7325876313374618425?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7325876313374618425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7325876313374618425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7325876313374618425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7325876313374618425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/beauty-day-outside.html' title='Beauty Day OUTSIDE'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5022101832846749216</id><published>2008-02-11T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:05:30.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday sledding</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 25 Feb 2003 09:31:12 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I broke down yesterday and took one of my Huskies and my Hound for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;run on the sled. Hound wasn't impressed. He was trying to back outta his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;collar from the moment I hooked him up. Half way down the street he got&lt;br /&gt;&gt;into it and we had a good run but unfortunately on the way back the Big&lt;br /&gt;Darn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Chihuahua in him came back out and he wanted to be CARRIED. So I dragged&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them back and put him in the house and hooked up Cojo with Tundra (had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra &amp;amp; sled bungee corded to a tree :). So I set off down the driveway&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and Cojo SITS, nope no siree bob howdy he's not going anywhere. I had to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PHYSICALLY drag him down the driveway and eventually he got into it for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BIT then of course I ended up dragging them back again. Heck I'm pulling&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the sled more than they are!!!!!!!!!!! Want to go again today and take&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver the ultimate pulling sibe but right shoulder has been getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;progressively worse pain wise to the point of not being able to use it so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;maybe I'll take a day off :( MAYBE :( By the way DONNA!!!!!!!! I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;marking down all the slights your sending to the list :) remember I know&lt;br /&gt;&gt;where you LIVE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5022101832846749216?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5022101832846749216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5022101832846749216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5022101832846749216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5022101832846749216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-sledding.html' title='Yesterday sledding'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4258189189343957917</id><published>2008-02-11T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:04:44.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding Today</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 6 Mar 2003 15:13:31 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I had to go today after that last dump we had I was sure the snowmobilers&lt;br /&gt;&gt;would have been out and made trails. WRONG!!!!!!!! So Weaver, Pride &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wade through about knee to hip deep snow only to find we have no trails.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well of course the dogs weren't going back and were all hyper so off we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went. I never rode the sled I just pushed, pulled, and hung on. After two&lt;br /&gt;&gt;field we headed for the road (by the way forgot my sunglasses and was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;squinting to beat the band). At least I got in some Gee/Haw/On By&lt;br /&gt;training.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I like to think so anyway. At the road see some snowmobile tracks off we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;go!!!!!! Only to realize they run out not far down and onto the road :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Turn around drag dogs &amp;amp; sled home. Hey look we still have some snow on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;side of the road what ya think Weaver????? Off we go not real fast as they&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were both tired from the snow that we went through that was deeper than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them. Then they spot the Hydro guy hey whats he doing. Hell I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they are up and down the street today getting out of their trucks and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;looking at all the Hydro Poles with binoculars. I didn't ask glad to see&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Money is going to such important tasks. :) Of course once Weaver spotted&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the guy we were off and he had to be mugged of course. The man asked if&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they were friendly where upon Weaver jumped him. Kinda slimed him cause it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was muddy &amp;amp; slushy on the side of the road. We chatted for a bit (there&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were 3 in the truck and they were grinning at me probably thinking I'm an&lt;br /&gt;&gt;idiot). Off we set again, at this point I'm trying to turn them around,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;every time I did they'd mess me up and go the wrong way :( Finally after&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the 3rd try we got it and made it home. I didn't even have to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them when I let them off the gangline they ran straight for the door :)&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in all a good day but not a lot of fun for sledding :( Then it was off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;grocery shopping for me, and Deana I mailed something to Nicole will tell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;you privately.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I need a nap :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; the Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4258189189343957917?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4258189189343957917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4258189189343957917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4258189189343957917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4258189189343957917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/sledding-today.html' title='Sledding Today'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9093643413098771404</id><published>2008-02-11T11:03:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:04:17.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husky Xmas Song</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 27 Feb 2003 13:21:43 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;This one Donna??????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sing to the song Soldier Boy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaverkins!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oh my little Weaverkins!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Why did I pick you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You were a cute pup&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a soft and fluffy precious pup&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I thought that you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;would be perfect for me toooooo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I did not know&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You'd excavate my lawn so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;digging up everything&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not even trees are safe&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaverkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oh my puppy Weaverkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;How did I get you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I appreciate the landscaping&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but it looks a lot like a bomb came in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I know your good&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but the yard looks like the moon&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I break my neck out there&lt;br /&gt;&gt;walking around and filling holes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;oh my little Weaverkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;why do you eat poop&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaverkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oh my little Weaverkins&lt;br /&gt;&gt;God must be testing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9093643413098771404?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9093643413098771404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9093643413098771404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9093643413098771404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9093643413098771404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/husky-xmas-song.html' title='Husky Xmas Song'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4252192635839806900</id><published>2008-02-11T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:03:44.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding RULES</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 1 Mar 2003 15:32:41 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ahhhhhh what a wonderful day for sledding :) Bright sunny, not a cloud in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the sky. Got up early prepared the dogs loaded the truck, put each dog in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Durango (carried a set of car keys &amp;amp; house keys in case they locked me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out ). Finished loading up, stuck the keys in my waist band of my sweats,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;got my purse &amp;amp; camera and set out :) First stop Tim Hortons :) mandatory&lt;br /&gt;&gt;coffee but didn't drink it right away cause didn't want to have to hang my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;butt out in the cold to go pee :) Made it to trails borrowed a dog and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hooked up 4. Any of you that know me should have laughed at that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I got Weaver and Keda (borrowed) out front and they are ready to go, Tundra&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&amp;amp; Cojo in the back about to be dragged whether they want to or not. FLY&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OUTTA THE GATE!!!!!!!! Straight for railway tracks, heavily used tracks,&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gates. Start to brake and could well have gone over the sled handle dogs&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were going so fast. Luckily no train but we did see at least 3 or more.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dogs got tangled up, fine untangle, tangle again, fine untangle. Did I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mention I have NO SNOW HOOK??? So have to hold onto the sled and work my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;way up the gang line to hold onto them all the while they are pulling like&lt;br /&gt;&gt;psycho's??? By this time I'm exhausted cause they are hauling me every&lt;br /&gt;&gt;where. Make it back to sled and they take off knocking me flying to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;right, dragging me behind them, I DIDN'T LET GO!!!! Dragged my feet got&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back up and was to exhausted to turn them around and they had already&lt;br /&gt;&gt;started down the WRONG PATH. Did I mention a team went before me and was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;going to look for me and a team was going behind me to watch for me??? Did&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I mention NO ONE saw me fall and get dragged around the wrong corner????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Fine lets go, what a BEAUTIFUL DAY it was for sledding the dogs were loving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it, I was loving it, the cross country skiers were wise enough to move WELL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OUTTA THE WAY :) Did I mention I've never gone on these trails before and&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had no way of knowing where I'm going??? Well one turn I eventually made&lt;br /&gt;&gt;after the team had run for a few miles lead me back to the Railway tracks&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but no crossing so I figured I'd cut things short and go back the way I&lt;br /&gt;came&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and not attempt to get lost :) Weaver listened to GEE every time I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it. The snow was deep in some places and the dogs could go over but when I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;put my foot down to push usually I sank so it was a leisurely ride back :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Made it back in one piece and figured that was enough for one day didn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;want to push my luck :) Hung around for awhile and chatted. Lent Weaver&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a friend and then headed home when he got back. Stopped to pick up lunch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was STARVING drove in the driveway got out and neighbour was hiding and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;threw a snowball at truck, duly startled I knew it was him. Yelled at him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and started unloading the truck. 3 trips all done, take off my jacket, low&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and below what's still in my waistband but the set of spare keys I had used&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to pack the truck :) What does that say about my obviously VERY TIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&gt;waistband??? That it kept those keys safe and sound even after a serious&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog dragging incident :( Maybe I should put Weaver as driver and I should&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pull the sled????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;P.S. sporting a sunburnt face&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4252192635839806900?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4252192635839806900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4252192635839806900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4252192635839806900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4252192635839806900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/sledding-rules.html' title='Sledding RULES'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-22790210423657667</id><published>2008-02-11T11:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:03:15.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night without sleep, Hooligan Style</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 13 Mar 2003 08:16:47 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay so I don't sleep well to begin with, Head Injury related but I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pooped last night and went to bed early. The Hooligans had other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Around 2am I hear crying in the sunroom, okay get up go out open sunroom.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Let Weaver out of his cage and outside as he's going crazy. Kept Max in&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;let Cojo &amp;amp; Tundra out. Back to bed. 1/2 hour later there's barking under&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my window :( WEAVER!!!!!! Screamed a few times and he stopped then he'd&lt;br /&gt;&gt;start again :( Fine after 15 minutes give up go get him. Open sunroom and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm hit hard in the face from the stinkingest POO POO that Max had left by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the door :( ewwwwww Bring Weaver &amp;amp; Cojo in, too dark to find said poop so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leave it, let Max out, take off slippers in kitchen in case I stepped in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it, . Back to bed. 5 minutes later hear smash in sunroom, WEAVER'S up&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;something, too tired to check back to sleep. Maybe an hour later Hound&lt;br /&gt;&gt;starts pacing in the bedroom UGH yell at him to lay down that's just&lt;br /&gt;&gt;prolonging my agony, get up let him out play changing of the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Noticed Weaver has been up on the chair and knocked the floor lamp over and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;smashed the glass light cover. Back to bed. 15 minutes later Tasha starts&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to gag on floor beside me, you know those gas filled belly ones,&lt;br /&gt;momentarily&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thought of getting up and running her to the outside, naaaa the poop was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still in the sunroom stinking, she gagged whatever up on the new rug beside&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my bed. Sounded like she was turning inside out but was only a little hair&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bundle with some bone pieces from their Marrow bones that day. Smells&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hideous, I'm not getting up again, hide under covers. 10 minutes later I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hear barking and howling, damn I forgot and left the Hound outside :( (by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the way I've kinda lost track of the series of events) he'll wake the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbours, get up get Hound in let Pride out from cage. Back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Finally at 1/4 to 7 I gave up on sleep and listened to the radio for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then got up. Decided to clean up this mess, walked into sunroom cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;POOP realize its still stinking bad, look around yep Pride had at some&lt;br /&gt;point&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pooped himself in his cage, proceeded to rip up his dog bed in said cage&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had poop smeared all over inside of said cage. That one I'm blaming on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbours cause when I gave them their Marrow bones yesterday, I gave them&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the ones my neighbours gave me and they were mostly fat &amp;amp; gristle (HI PAUL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CHRIS) :( Have I mentioned today I have a days sledding planned with a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;friend an hour north of me???? Please send your prayers for my safe and in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;one piece return :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley (*@(%&amp;amp;@(*&amp;amp;)&amp;amp;) Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-22790210423657667?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/22790210423657667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=22790210423657667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/22790210423657667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/22790210423657667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-night-without-sleep-hooligan.html' title='Another night without sleep, Hooligan Style'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-82672760643200416</id><published>2008-02-11T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:02:35.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 2 Mar 2003 20:43:12 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well Max has been here for a few months now and things just aren't getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;better. He finally stopped picking on Big Red &amp;amp; Tasha and now he's hunting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cojo down all the time. Won't let Cojo COME NEAR me at any point and is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trying to be very dominant over him. There is a HUGE fight when Cojo comes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;near me and I'm in danger of being bitten no matter how much I tell Max NO&lt;br /&gt;&gt;or BAD DOG :( The Food GUARDING thing is also continuing to be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He eats outside LAST by himself but will jump up and bite me if I'm&lt;br /&gt;carrying&lt;br /&gt;&gt;food and become aggressive :( IDEAS PLEASE :( Its not fair to the other&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-82672760643200416?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/82672760643200416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=82672760643200416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/82672760643200416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/82672760643200416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4794573479981571517</id><published>2008-02-11T11:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:02:04.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop Day</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 3 Mar 2003 18:29:55 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm not sure if it was a backyard, area, city, province, country or&lt;br /&gt;&gt;continent thing but today was lets have DIARRHEA for Mommy day, in the&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes I woke up to Max having the poops in the Sunroom, fed everyone let them&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rest inside since was still pretty cold after -40 overnight. Came back up,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red had the poops all over the sunroom. Mid afternoon I got an upset&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stomach and luckily I know HOW TO USE A TOILET!!!!!! Then I just walked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;upstairs and Big Red had pooped in the sunroom AGAIN!!!!!!!! 3 times in one&lt;br /&gt;&gt;day NOT GOOD!!!! Not to mention just how the heck are you suppose to pick&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up poop in the backyard when its Diarrhea shot under pressure from dog butt&lt;br /&gt;&gt;over a LARGE AREA :( I feel nauseous again :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4794573479981571517?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4794573479981571517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4794573479981571517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4794573479981571517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4794573479981571517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/poop-day.html' title='Poop Day'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4521258561976909713</id><published>2008-02-11T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:01:34.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chant</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 5 Mar 2003 20:07:06 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Everybody wants there very own Siberian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Soft &amp;amp; Fluffy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Baby boy or girl Siberian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Who wouldn't want their very own Siberian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Siberian Siberian Husky!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Did I mention I don't like arguing??? It makes me nervous, brings back bad&lt;br /&gt;&gt;memories so I'll just sing till you guys are finished :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (great whats got Mom singing that damn song&lt;br /&gt;&gt;AGAIN)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4521258561976909713?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4521258561976909713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4521258561976909713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4521258561976909713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4521258561976909713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-chant.html' title='My Chant'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6583500041573922283</id><published>2008-02-11T11:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:01:05.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Sledding, LONG</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 5 Mar 2003 13:40:04 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Phew I made it!!!!!!!! :) Of course the problems I encountered were&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of the dogs I took. Bloody freezing out there thought I was going to have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my face freeze off, thank goodness I remembered my Ear Muffs. First&lt;br /&gt;mistake&lt;br /&gt;&gt;took Tundra &amp;amp; Cojo (Mr. I don't want to go). Off we go to the road not bad&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for the first half of the sled but the salter/sander had been around so I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had the runners sticking a some points but wasn't going fast enough to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;matter. Next up man snowblowing driveway, at this point Cojo felt he&lt;br /&gt;needed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to go see him (on by means NOTHING to Cojo). So I stopped and pulled and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dragged and wrestled the little beggars back to the road. Guy snowblowing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had stopped by this time and said when he saw me he thought he was seeing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;things, he's laughing and calls to me to enjoy. Back on road, oh great&lt;br /&gt;&gt;someone has their YAPPY little dog out and its barking at my dogs and we've&lt;br /&gt;&gt;already discussed Cojo's lack of ON BY understanding. So there I am again,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dragging and a pulling and a wrestling back to the road. Mr. Dense (a.k.a.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cojo) didn't even realized I'd pulled him by the house with the dog and he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;launched right back into a snow drift to go looking for it. Yes then the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dragging and a pulling and a wrestling continued. By now I'm EXHAUSTED and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;turn them around after a bit but by then Cojo felt he did not want to pull&lt;br /&gt;&gt;anymore. Then we run into Dog owner of small yappy creature, luckily she&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had put him away but was coming out to get her mail. Of course Cojo needed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to say hi and bounce her :( I apologized and continued. Did I mention&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cojo prefers to run in the MIDDLE of the road or the ditch???? So next up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were in the middle of the road not going fast of course and see a truck&lt;br /&gt;&gt;coming (its 60kms but he was flying). Try to get Cojo to move over nope,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;did truck slow down, NOPE. Blew by us and woulda given him the bird sign&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but was still snorting snow outta my nose. Next up we are being followed&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a snowmobile. After the fellow mushers accident I read about today that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;freaked me out more but he was nice enough to exit stage right and go&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;&gt;us in the field. By now my back is SCREAMING in pain and I knew I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;going out again today :( Poor Weaver is heartbroken :( Oh ya forgot to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;take the cell phone and the flares :( LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6583500041573922283?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6583500041573922283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6583500041573922283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6583500041573922283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6583500041573922283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/diary-sledding-long.html' title='Diary Sledding, LONG'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7653265278458203095</id><published>2008-02-11T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:00:23.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Aborted Walk</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 11 Mar 2003 16:37:11 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hi everyone, yes Barb I'm alive :) Was going to sled this afternoon but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still have a nasty wind that's really chilly so decided to walk a couple of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the older dogs. Tasha &amp;amp; Big Red drew the straws. Of we set, I'm barely&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the path and on to the driveway and Big Red is scaling 5 foot deep snow&lt;br /&gt;&gt;banks to pee in the yard. Okay fine, ya lunatic, have at it. Only took&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;half the lawn to find his spot and my goodness he barely walks well enough&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on the floor never mind 4 &amp;amp; 5 foot deep snow!!!!!! Finally I haul him out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to the driveway. Okay lets go!!!!! Apparently the side of the road I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;choose ( you know facing traffic) was not acceptable and Tasha (both on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;flexi leads) made a beeline for the other side. Big Red &amp;amp; I followed. Now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red WANTS TO GO BACK IN THE SNOW. I had to shorten his lead cause the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;silly bugger keep walking into the deep snow and getting stuck. He&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;come back to the road, road is bad, snow is better kinda look at me. So&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we are moving so quick now I've probably gotten a good 30 feet past my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;driveway in 5 minutes. Pull him back out start up hill, Big Red no likes&lt;br /&gt;em&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hill :( Wander, wander, stop and stuff face in snow and look as god darn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;adorable as they come with snow all over his face looking at me. Tasha is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;running around wildly at the end of the flexi wondering what the heck is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with all the hold ups. Finally we didn't even make the top of the hill and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red laid down in the snow and started eating and digging holes in it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with his face. I waited, Tasha waited, and waited and waited. By this&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we had maybe gone a total of 100 feet, the wind was HOWLING up the hill, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;forgot my ear muffs and darn it I was FREEZING. Fine Big Red wins, lets&lt;br /&gt;&gt;turn around and go home. Had to keep pulling to keep him outta the deep&lt;br /&gt;&gt;snow, by the way he wore the snow on his face all the way home, fashion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;statement????? Or embarrassed to be seen with me??? Okay I wasn't looking&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my finest, blood tests, urine test, EEG &amp;amp; Chest Xrays this morning left me&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wee bit dishevelled!!!!!! Anyway the Big Bugger looked darn proud of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;himself as I unlocked the door and let him in after a walk that a snail&lt;br /&gt;&gt;could do. Some days I don't know why I try!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7653265278458203095?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7653265278458203095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7653265278458203095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7653265278458203095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7653265278458203095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-aborted-walk.html' title='Today&apos;s Aborted Walk'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8485326563419598583</id><published>2008-02-11T10:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:00:02.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Adventures</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 13 Mar 2003 17:22:38 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I left today to go sledding with a friend up north :) What a GLORIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;day to be out in the woods sledding with your furkids!!!! I had 4 dogs&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(borrowed same one I got last time) and we FLEW on those trails baby!!! I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had to hold on pretty tight let me tell ya Weaver was in FLY mode and I&lt;br /&gt;rode&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the brake pretty much all the way to keep from running over the other team.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was getting self assured and started to look at the lovely scenery,&lt;br /&gt;smiling,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;look back, DUCK!!!!!!!!! Tree branch almost got me, later another one did&lt;br /&gt;&gt;skipped off the top of my head. Yep still running with no snow hook, fell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;twice, held on:) Ran into two sets of skiers WITH ankle biters. Did okay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;minor try by a couple of dogs to eat them. Next up, I fell so hard I let&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and Liz was able to stop hers and catch mine :) After digging snow out of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;glasses (still on my face this time :) I jogged up the trail and retrieved&lt;br /&gt;&gt;said dogs then we had one heck of a time turning the teams around LOL Liz&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ran into me almost knocked me over, took forever to untangle my team then&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they'd tangled again :) On the way back Weaver had the TROTS never slowed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him down, I was up wind and kinda nauseous. Then Cojo started with the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trots (anyone that read this mornings email knows several have it from&lt;br /&gt;&gt;marrow bones). More wind my direction but this time I got worried cause&lt;br /&gt;I'd&lt;br /&gt;&gt;seen blood in the yard this morning and Cojo was having blood coming out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( Finished our trip, had a lovely lunch with Liz &amp;amp; Peter and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just to be on the safe side dropped into vets to make sure Cojo wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;running a fever. Was a Pom dog in front of me, cute little thing shaking,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;talked to it and the lady. It went in, next thing the doc is running out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yelling get this dog on oxygen its blue. Apparently I then found out the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog had been seizing several times that day and started again when they got&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it on oxygen :( I waited and the doc came up and told me of the emergency&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and I told her why I was there and she quickly took Cojo's temp NORMAL and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;she told me she didn't think the poor Pom was going to pull through :( I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thanked her and wish the dog luck and came home :( Did I mention Weaver&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the runs too???? Yep he did it in the rear of my Durango on the way home,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;quite a lovely smell really to a DEAD MAN. :( UGH Cruised the yard when I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;got home and someone else had blood in their stool too. Still bright red&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not the other (almost lost my first dog to a bone stuck in bowel) but as&lt;br /&gt;Doc&lt;br /&gt;&gt;said keep a close eye on them :( I just have to figure out if its Pride,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Max, Carl or Big Red now. Funnily enough I'm exhausted but something tells&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me there will be little sleep again tonight :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (every minute is an adventure here) (any&lt;br /&gt;&gt;babysitting volunteers????? I need a vacation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8485326563419598583?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8485326563419598583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8485326563419598583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8485326563419598583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8485326563419598583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-adventures.html' title='Today&apos;s Adventures'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7404188667183828932</id><published>2008-02-11T10:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:59:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooligans have limited power</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 15 Mar 2003 15:22:55 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I think today I discovered something useful in my battle to live among the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans UNSCATHED!!!! I went up on the roof today to shovel snow off and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;clean the gutters of ice. Now of course the neighbours didn't think I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;should but hey who is, the Hooligans? So up I went. I was up there for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;good hour or more and you know what??? I NEVER FELL OFF!!!!!! Yes that's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;right !!! Yes there were many many close calls and a whole lot of heart&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stopping moments but I remained on the roof!!!! Funnily enough most of my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;terrifying moments were when I was near the edge of the roof and the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans could see me. Therefore I have gathered that the Hooligans Power&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to damage Mommy is weaker when I'm high above them and in sight!!! Yes I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still trying to determine how the information will help me live a longer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;life with the Hooligans. Only thing I can come up with is living in a tree&lt;br /&gt;&gt;house and I don't want to go there :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7404188667183828932?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7404188667183828932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7404188667183828932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7404188667183828932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7404188667183828932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/hooligans-have-limited-power.html' title='Hooligans have limited power'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2234649718848015852</id><published>2008-02-11T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:59:16.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard o Mud</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 16 Mar 2003 16:36:24 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I'm not sure where the rest of you are but spring has hit us like a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mack truck the last two days. Good yes in one way but BAD when you have 8&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dogs and a yard full of snow ;( VERY BAD Yes its swamp city in the back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yard and I just went out to shovel some ditches for the water to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Shovel, throw, shovel, throw you know the regular deal until Weaver walked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up in mid throw, CLOOOOOOON. I grabbed him and apologized and he's smiling&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at me like nothing happened and a wagging his tail. I'm not completely&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but I think he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2234649718848015852?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2234649718848015852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2234649718848015852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2234649718848015852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2234649718848015852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/yard-o-mud.html' title='Yard o Mud'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1224364127812515943</id><published>2008-02-11T10:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:58:58.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last sled ride</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 16 Mar 2003 16:59:24 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I had to do it, one more ride before its impossible to go. Made a tie&lt;br /&gt;&gt;job to hook up sled to tree and get one dog at a time and attach them to&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sled. Tundra first, of course Weaver (who was at present losing what's&lt;br /&gt;left&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of his mind in glee) decided otherwise and snuck out. Over to the truck he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ran, we're going sledding yahooo. Fine open truck put him in and finish&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hooked up Tundra then Cojo. Retrieve Weaver who is totally confused drag&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him around back to the sled hook him up. He's outta there, remember the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tree and line? Ya the knot came loose and I was run over by my own sled&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but at least I caught it. Off we set beautiful day. I'm wearing&lt;br /&gt;sweatpants,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sweatshirt, no gloves, no coat and I was still hot. For the fields we go,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;laughing all the way, oh what fun it is to ride in a Siberian Husky sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Gee &amp;amp; Haw are completely foreign to Weaver, who was in the lead, until&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;&gt;half way through the journey and he's getting a bit winded. Then you can&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kinda steer him by pulling the sled in the direction you want to go and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;between no and good boy he gets it :) Was going to bungee cord myself to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the sled, in case of a spill, but forgot that and the cell phone. Never&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fell once!!!! Made it back in one piece and headed straight to bed for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nap LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1224364127812515943?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1224364127812515943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1224364127812515943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1224364127812515943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1224364127812515943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-sled-ride.html' title='One last sled ride'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5525342603777917846</id><published>2008-02-11T10:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:58:36.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Weather</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 17 Mar 2003 16:34:26 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay last week we were having -20 Celsius (-10F) and today it was +18&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Celsius (high 70'sF). Can you even imagine?? There was 4 feet of snow two&lt;br /&gt;&gt;days ago, the backyard is a river with foot deep slush in half if it. Oh&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;its STILL melting :( OHHHHHHHHH the Humanity. Top it off???? Basement&lt;br /&gt;&gt;flooded last night. Hooligans presently walking around basement on wet&lt;br /&gt;rugs&lt;br /&gt;&gt;investigating :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn the Mouldy &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5525342603777917846?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5525342603777917846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5525342603777917846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5525342603777917846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5525342603777917846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/psycho-weather.html' title='Psycho Weather'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2255358601849256590</id><published>2008-02-11T10:57:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:58:11.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning ALERT</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 20 Mar 2003 17:00:34 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A horrible thing has happened!!!! I let my dogs out this morning and now&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yard has been taken over by a roving pack of wild mud huskies!!!!!! Its&lt;br /&gt;&gt;horrifying I'm not sure what has happened to my darling precious furballs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Its kibble time and I'm barely able to see through the muddy glass doors &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;windows but there are vicious crazed animals jumping at the door&lt;br /&gt;&gt;howling!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2255358601849256590?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2255358601849256590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2255358601849256590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2255358601849256590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2255358601849256590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-alert.html' title='Warning ALERT'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2266390462525043892</id><published>2008-02-11T10:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:57:50.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming help needed</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 11 Feb 2003 20:37:25 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My Malamute had to be outside when I vacuumed since she felt it was her&lt;br /&gt;duty&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to kill the offending rug sucker on site. I went through a lot of Belts&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from her Grabbing the beater bar and holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2266390462525043892?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2266390462525043892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2266390462525043892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2266390462525043892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2266390462525043892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/grooming-help-needed.html' title='Grooming help needed'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7845313937225400965</id><published>2008-02-11T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:57:19.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Rescue</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 19 Feb 2003 19:02:15 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I took Big Red &amp;amp; my Hound Carl for a walk this morning. Well Big Red&lt;br /&gt;wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leaving without his Fuzzy squeaky Soccer Ball and I'll be if he didn't&lt;br /&gt;carry&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it the whole way :) I was so excited to watch him was so precious :) He&lt;br /&gt;&gt;never dropped it once and even exited the road and into the ditch to do a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;number 2 and still held on to it :) Rescuing is so much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7845313937225400965?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7845313937225400965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7845313937225400965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7845313937225400965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7845313937225400965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-rescue.html' title='Cute Rescue'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7358079779053725631</id><published>2008-02-11T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:56:56.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 15 Feb 2003 12:14:19 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay I did it!!!!!!!! First time sledding all by myself in the back 40&lt;br /&gt;&gt;behind my house!!!!!!!! WOW Went a few miles at least. Did I FLY caught&lt;br /&gt;&gt;some serious air over some moguls too!!!! Almost ran over my Woolly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Siberian who just follows us off lead, took a few high speed dives in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;snow drifts to stop sled when we were approaching a hill, never let go of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the SLED ONCE!!!!!!!!!! Thank goodness I only took 2 I was going to take 3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;or 4 LOL I don't think I would have been coming back :) Ended up in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Neighbours backyard, yes he was LAUGHING AT ME!!!!!!!!! I offered him a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ride on my sled but he said he preferred one with a motor, I told him those&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were too predictable :) I then proceeded to get wrapped around his tree&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with the dogs for a good 5 minutes with him asking me if I knew what I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;doing. Of course I answered its just the dogs are in training :)&lt;br /&gt;NOT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, 15 Feb 2003 13:07:08 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I did see a few cars slow down on their way past the field :) LOL I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not so sure I really want a record of my ignorance and stupidity LOL But&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I imagine the neighbours will be watching for my next performance :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7358079779053725631?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7358079779053725631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7358079779053725631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7358079779053725631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7358079779053725631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1266510764198604127</id><published>2008-02-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:56:02.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn are you alive?</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 17 Feb 2003 19:47:54 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I am alive and much to my chagrin was told by NUMEROUS people (some off&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&gt;list) NOT TO GO OUT AGAIN TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! My local Husky breeder thinks&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have a DEATH WISH, told me NEVER to go out alone, my neighbours tell me not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to go unless its around noon when they are home for lunch and to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Husky breeder told me to take up a new hobby like Macramé or Rug Hooking.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So instead I just LOOKED outside and stayed in and did Laundry ;(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BUTTTTTTTTTTTt tomorrow all promises are off and I'm OUT THERE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;YAAAAAAAAA BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (why didn't we go sledding today???)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Siberian husky discussion list&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: Monday, February 17, 2003 6:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: [SIBERNET] Marilyn.. did you kill yourself today??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Havent seen any posts from Marilyn today. She said she was only taking one&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog out today. How much damage can she do to herself with only one? Ok&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wait, this is Marilyn I am talking about. &lt;keeping fingers crossed Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;made it through in one piece today&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1266510764198604127?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1266510764198604127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1266510764198604127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1266510764198604127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1266510764198604127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/marilyn-are-you-alive.html' title='Marilyn are you alive?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9084796125153050516</id><published>2008-02-11T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:55:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?  Long Story</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 16 Feb 2003 14:57:33 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay the adventure continues!!!!!! Today I decided to sled again. First&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off I took Cojo &amp;amp; Pride (the gimp) well they were pathetic as sled dogs. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mean Cojo is from Sled Dog stock and he just kept sitting down and hunting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mice. Then the two of them would beat each other up because they'd get&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tangled. FINE we did our run I brought them back and being the stupid SOB&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I am I took out Weaver &amp;amp; Tundra. Thats when the day turned DARK for me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Left from my Neighbours yard said I'll be back in a bit got the fast team.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OR NOT. Off we go flying at Mach 3 we're moving fast, oh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;look a corner, oh dear I'm not going to make the corner I'm moving way too&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fast. (remember thought processes aren't working well at this stage of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;panic, forgot about the brake). Off I go FACE first into the ice &amp;amp; snow&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yes I let go of the dog team :( Felt my cranium compressed into my spinal&lt;br /&gt;&gt;column OUCH thats going to hurt later. The dogs didn't even LOOK BACK&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ONCE!!!!!!!! I screamed and called, screamed and called, NOTHING. So if&lt;br /&gt;&gt;you let go of your team your a real musher eh???? I LOST MY TEAM. I&lt;br /&gt;looked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for over an hour, hiking for miles, in the back 40 trying to find them.&lt;br /&gt;Was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;about this point I figured out I better head home and get help, oh and what&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was that stuff on my lip SNOT?????? no BLOOD. Yes my face first into the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ice and snow had cut up my face pretty bad and I had a bleeding nose.&lt;br /&gt;Being&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fricking freezing out it just froze to my face. No time for pain lost my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dogs!!!!!!! Alert neighbours to situation, they ask what happen to my&lt;br /&gt;face,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then I jump into Durango drive a few miles no sign of the Hooligans.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Come back neighbour gets out sled and we start looking, did I mention I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;couldn't find my helmet so I went without???? Okay after several miles on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the snowmobile my face is frozen, can't feel my ear and still no sign of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dogs. Ask him to go the other way. Over the crest of a hill we come and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;people are waving at us. OH LOOK its the COPS!!!!!!!!!! Yes there was an&lt;br /&gt;&gt;officer and a Gentlemen. I jumped off the sled and yell please tell me you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FOUND MY DOGS!!!!!! Yes they had, the dogs had followed the trail out to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the road, went south and into this gentleman's back yard for a visit. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rode home on the snowmobile jumped in the Durango and went to the mans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;house. He invited me in and there were my Hooligans (Weaver &amp;amp; Tundra) who&lt;br /&gt;&gt;barely even glanced at me cause they were getting some loving. I was just&lt;br /&gt;&gt;HAPPY they were safe and the sled was in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then the people started to look at me asking me if I was OKAY? Yes I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still sporting a lot of blood on the face and in a panicked state not&lt;br /&gt;making&lt;br /&gt;&gt;much sense. They suggested I wear a HELMET next time. NEXT TIME????????&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my neighbour being the kind person he is pulled up and said Marilyn I'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt;take the sled home you get the dogs. THANK YOU PAUL I SAID!!!!!!! So he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;took the sled, I answered a few questions for the Officers (luckily one of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them had a Siberian from the same Kennel as me) and I departed. I thought&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;should go to Tim Hortons for a coffee then figured no I NEEDED ALCOHOL&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that ride. Got home released the nasty Hooligans into the yard to tell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;their tale, went to neighbours to thank them and for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm home now, in bad shape, boy am I going to feel this tomorrow. Promised&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the neighbours I wouldn't go without my cell phone next time and to come&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back home first if I lose the dogs again, also not to go without them being&lt;br /&gt;&gt;home :( They also suggested a HELMET. Can you say DUMB ASS???????? The&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Idiahubley was interesting but not hoping to do it AGAIN!!!!! Maybe I'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt;just go with ONE dog from now on. Great now even the COPS know about the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;crazy dog woman of Alliston :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (was a lot lighter without Mom on the sled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mon, 17 Feb 2003 09:00:14 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Luckily this is incident remains UNSEEN by the rest of humanity, which&lt;br /&gt;helps&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me to retain some dignity thank goodness. Only my neighbours witnessed the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bloody face and the cops. No one really knows how I did it :) Why do you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;think I do these things alone :) I want no witnesses, I've already given&lt;br /&gt;&gt;myself every DUMB ASS award there is :) Amazingly enough I can still look&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at the whole incident, detached, and HOWL at my stupid ass self :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (I hear Mom might take one dog today, who's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;feeling FRISKY???)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9084796125153050516?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9084796125153050516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9084796125153050516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9084796125153050516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9084796125153050516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-me-long-story.html' title='Why me?  Long Story'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7401357758127446358</id><published>2008-02-11T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:53:35.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Contain myself</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 18 Feb 2003 12:09:33 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well with fresh snow falling this morning I HAD TO GO OUT AGAIN :) So in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;difference to those with more knowledge than I about sledding, I just&lt;br /&gt;hooked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up Tundra and had Tasha the Woolly running loose. What a PATHETIC RUN,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra was hunting and peeing and very little pulling, the tow line was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;UNDER the sled more than taunt. I did twice the work she did. Brought her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;home and thought fine I'll take COJO &amp;amp; WEAVER. Things stopped as we exited&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the house and Weaver was a screaming and a pulling and both of the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pulled out of their harnesses and were in a tangled mess. Seeing this as a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WARNING, I dropped Cojo back inside and took Weaver. He is AMAZING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What a little trooper we went 3 times as far as Tundra and we was a pulling&lt;br /&gt;&gt;all the way. We came back along my road and I had many a person slowing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down and grinning at me and waving from their vehicles :) So I dropped off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver, hooked up Cojo to just take him down the street. Now this is a dog&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from SLED DOG stock, I don't think he pulled once and I was already semi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;exhausted from the other two runs so half way down the street I turned&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around and brought him home. Then on my fourth run I took out Max my new&lt;br /&gt;&gt;adopted baby who is 9 and Pride the 1 1/2 year old with a deformed foot.&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;course Pride being the impatient spoiled baby he is was tangled up more&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;half of the time and ticking Max off and getting in fights. I'm sure than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;entertained the passer bys. But all in all when I had them straightened&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they pulled pretty well. I never fell off the sled ONCE, I took my cell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;phone so I behaved :) So Today was a GOOD DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (how come mom didn't take Carl the hound&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7401357758127446358?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7401357758127446358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7401357758127446358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7401357758127446358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7401357758127446358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/couldnt-contain-myself.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Contain myself'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8549877598488229951</id><published>2008-02-11T10:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:53:10.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Adventure to the Vets</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 20 Feb 2003 15:52:17 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;As I mentioned I was out for 3/4 of a hour Tuesday night and when I came&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back Weaver was sporting a HUGE gash on his nose. Well I cleaned it up but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yesterday evening it started to swell. By this morning I'm looking at a&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that has a nose twice as thick as it was Monday. :( I also noticed last&lt;br /&gt;&gt;night the other combatant must have been Cojo as he was sporting some bites&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to his ear. So off we go to the vet for exam and antibiotics since Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was clearly infected and Cojo's ear was tender. They both weighed in&lt;br /&gt;nicely&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around 57lbs. Exam went well and I waited in the foyer for my meds to be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;prepared. As I was exiting however, Weaver doubled back on me and the&lt;br /&gt;Flexi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lead line got tangled around a finger then he bolted. Can you say finger&lt;br /&gt;&gt;almost decapitated????? I'm still sporting Rope burn on said finger :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Foil beanie must have been on cause I still dropped by the pet store and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;picked everyone up a COW CHEEK and a bunch of stuff squeaky toys on for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2.98. Just went for a walk with Big Red and Max, interesting, one dog at&lt;br /&gt;&gt;very end of flexi lead in front of me and one at very end of flexi lead&lt;br /&gt;&gt;behind me. Lots of people waving and honking and smiling, I feel like a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fortune cookie ready to snap. Ahhhh life with dogs, its never dull :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8549877598488229951?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8549877598488229951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8549877598488229951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8549877598488229951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8549877598488229951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-adventure-to-vets.html' title='Today&apos;s Adventure to the Vets'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8388665608808643853</id><published>2008-02-11T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:52:41.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Sled Adventure</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 21 Feb 2003 11:09:51 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Went sledding again today, warmer weather lately and the snow is melting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fast. Wasn't a bad run took two calmer ones Tundra &amp;amp; Cojo, but wow was it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hot. On the up side I found my Sunglasses from my face first plant&lt;br /&gt;incident&lt;br /&gt;&gt;into the snow last Sunday, so on the why back I had shades :) On the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Downside got back home, unhooked dogs, put dogs inside, put away sled,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;picked up one of my garbage cans and then fell on my ass on the ice :( At&lt;br /&gt;&gt;least I'd finished sledding :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (I think we need to get Mom a walker)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8388665608808643853?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8388665608808643853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8388665608808643853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8388665608808643853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8388665608808643853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-sled-adventure.html' title='Today&apos;s Sled Adventure'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2763664614690425785</id><published>2008-02-11T10:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:52:19.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Thur window with Sibes</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 21 Feb 2003 14:11:19 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Good day all :) Just took Max (9yr old White Rescue) for a small ride to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the local Zellers where I had to pick up a few things :) After that I went&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to Tim Hortons for a coffee. While I'm ordering in the drive thru Max&lt;br /&gt;&gt;speaks up. Next thing I know voice comes back on the speaker, ahhh would&lt;br /&gt;&gt;your Dog like a Timbit??? I said OF COURSE :) So there's Max reaching out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the window at the drive thru and I warned her he's a snapper so of course&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;takes it so dainty that I look like a liar but he let the one stuck to it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drop. Where upon he looks out the window and down, I said NO WAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then I attempted to take off without my change :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2763664614690425785?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2763664614690425785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2763664614690425785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2763664614690425785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2763664614690425785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/drive-thur-window-with-sibes.html' title='Drive Thur window with Sibes'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3058188924092467553</id><published>2008-02-11T10:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:51:45.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed:  Revenge</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 2 Jan 2003 17:01:40 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Apparently I've been paid back :( Someone a.ka. a HOOLIGAN, barfed 3 times&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in the sunroom and twice on the rug :( The 3 barfs on Porcelain tile were&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mostly water, the two on the rugs DARK BROWN on beige carpet :( That'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt;teach me for laughing :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Spiteful Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3058188924092467553?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3058188924092467553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3058188924092467553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3058188924092467553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3058188924092467553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-laughed-revenge.html' title='I laughed:  Revenge'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8004609717559632824</id><published>2008-02-11T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:51:17.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The masked Gooser</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 9 Jan 2003 20:38:23 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was cleaning up 3 days worth of poop today and sure enough I'm bent over&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and Weaver gooses me :( Nothing is sacred around here, even poop picking :&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8004609717559632824?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8004609717559632824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8004609717559632824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8004609717559632824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8004609717559632824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/masked-gooser.html' title='The masked Gooser'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6921454892813884441</id><published>2008-02-11T10:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:50:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back: Sad Note</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 18:43:11 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well unfortunately due to my own stupidity I lost the use of my computer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;since last Friday night so I've had to delete a lot of messages on Sibernet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to catch up :) So if I missed any Birthdays I'm sending out best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hope there were no losses.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;If you'll remember I was being paid back for laughing at Tundra running&lt;br /&gt;head&lt;br /&gt;&gt;first into a drawer I'd left open and the Hooligans were paying me back.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well it continued the next day, I decided to hook up Tundra &amp;amp; Weaver and&lt;br /&gt;let&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them pull a tire. I had them outfitted and they dragged me out of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;house, I was holding them with all my strength but having a heck of a time&lt;br /&gt;&gt;since they were in harness and not choke chain. Well I did damn well,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thought I was lost a few times but I almost made it when I turned an ankle&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and got off balance and was pulled face first in the snow &amp;amp; brush, I almost&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had my left arm ripped off :( Yes at that point I should have known how it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was going to go and cut my losses and went back inside BUT NOOOOOO. So I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pick myself up, get snow out of my hair, not fast enough off my jacket as&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;melted down the front of my SHIRT. Noticed Tundra's harness was ripped&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(Weaver had chewed it apart before and I sewed it together) but stuck her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leg through another loop and proceeded. Weaver likes to pull and did the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lions share since Tundra was harnessly challenged. Off we went half way I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;realized I'd left my gloves in the snow where I fell, too late. Out into&lt;br /&gt;&gt;another field they travelled with me helping when the tire got stuck. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wanted to turn around before they got too tired, too late, I callllllled&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;calllllllled nope laying down not moving. Finally I got them motivated and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off we set made it back to the field behind my house and then of course&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had to hunt mice under the snow and I ended up being the one to DRAG the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tire the rest of the way home :( Quite frankly I was glad we made it home&lt;br /&gt;&gt;alive and was fully expecting to be in a lot of pain from the arm rip but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was lucky and didn't do bad :) I'm hoping to get 4 of the Hooligans proper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pulling harness made up. I'm open to suggestions on how to tandem two at&lt;br /&gt;&gt;once without them getting all tied up. Did I mention I got BIT? :( Big&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was being pestered by Max and Big Red bit the first thing he could, yep was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me, sporting a pretty nice bruise in 4 spots (turning yellow &amp;amp; blue) and a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;few punctures!!!!!! ON a very sad note Cupper the amazing rescue Hamster&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that survived a night in a closed room loose with a Walker Hound has past&lt;br /&gt;&gt;away. I hadn't been in the computer room for a couple of days since the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;computer was being repaired but Carl was crying at the door so I checked, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;guess he could smell that Cupper had past away :( God's speed Cupper, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;didn't get to pay you as much attention as I would have liked, you were a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;very very good boy and I will miss you greatly :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6921454892813884441?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6921454892813884441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6921454892813884441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6921454892813884441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6921454892813884441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back-sad-note.html' title='I&apos;m back: Sad Note'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5019714312464110078</id><published>2008-02-11T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:50:16.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding Day</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 11 Jan 2003 18:47:28 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well today I finally took 4 of the Hooligans to a sled dog day north of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Barrie. WOW was it coming down in buckets the whole time I was there, only&lt;br /&gt;&gt;an hour or so north of me but what a difference. Was a great day for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sledding fresh snow coming down the whole time, driving wasn't that fun,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;especially since my directions given were hmmmmmm shall we say pretty&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unspecific and it took me an extra hour to find the place, but with the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;crying horde in the back I was too afraid to turn around. Tundra went out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on a run and did well and then Weaver my stout little bundle of love went&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out on a run. The person that took him said he pulled all the time never&lt;br /&gt;&gt;letting up ;) I'm so proud of my Weaverkins :) When Cojo's foot heals I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hoping to get some time under my belt on the sledding since I'm new at it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;too :) Next up Wasaga Beach race day!!!!! YAHOOOOOO Let it snow, let it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;snow, let it snow :) Oh Weather forecast for rest of week????? Flurries&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everyday!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Snowy Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5019714312464110078?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5019714312464110078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5019714312464110078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5019714312464110078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5019714312464110078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/sledding-day.html' title='Sledding Day'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1016790002142073731</id><published>2008-02-11T10:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:49:52.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed: Revenge gets sweeter</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 2 Jan 2003 17:32:37 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay my day is going DOWNHILL FAST!!!!!! Was kibble time at the okey&lt;br /&gt;&gt;corral. I fed Max by himself, Cojo had his under the table and the other 4&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans had theirs in the sunroom. I notice Big Red wanting in so I made&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sure Max was finished and let him into the kitchen for his meal. As I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;preparing Big Red's kibble Max started to bark at Big Red and I told him no&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and instead of listening he lunged at Big Red to bite him, Big Red was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;startled and bit the closest thing he could see which was of course&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( Good thing I had heavy jeans on but I'm still sporting&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;couple of puncture wounds to the leg :( I'm going to BED!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1016790002142073731?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1016790002142073731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1016790002142073731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1016790002142073731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1016790002142073731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-laughed-revenge-gets-sweeter.html' title='I laughed: Revenge gets sweeter'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5318827993744558180</id><published>2008-02-11T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:49:24.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bickies &amp; Exercising with Huskies</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 9 Jan 2003 15:44:00 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well that took me about 5 minutes to figure out until I finally clued into&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the word Bickies :) Today was mild enough for me to bury Cupper the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hamster which was a lot better than keeping him in a box on my door step&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( Unfortunately I dug the hole, put in the box, covered with dirt, stood&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on it to compact the dirt and went right through the top of the box :( I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not thinking Cupper noticed :( Hey anyone ever tried to do a morning&lt;br /&gt;&gt;exercise routine to a TV show with 3 Huskies &amp;amp; and a Hound in the room?????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't suggest it, I was always stepping on them and in the long run ended&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up standing in ONE SPOT :( Of course a furry butt did come in handy when&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they had me balancing on one leg and doing exercises with the opposite arm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:) was nice to be able to help myself balance with a toe on a nice warm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;furry butt :) Thanks Tundra :) Of course then I had to clean up the yard&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;POOP after 3 days of missing poop rounds WOW was that HEAVY!!!!!!! My&lt;br /&gt;&gt;recycling guys take poop started this September :) They must love me :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wait till summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (what the heck was Mom jumping around about&lt;br /&gt;&gt;this morning?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5318827993744558180?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5318827993744558180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5318827993744558180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5318827993744558180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5318827993744558180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/bickies-exercising-with-huskies.html' title='Bickies &amp; Exercising with Huskies'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6668407491802867632</id><published>2008-02-11T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:48:55.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercising with Huskies</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 10 Jan 2003 10:10:01 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Today I thought I was wise and only let 2 dogs in while exercising. Well&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BIG RED who I now believe to be an exceptionally LARGE Siberian and not a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Malamute laid right in the middle of the floor and he weren't moving :( So&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I exercised around him and then towards the end he got up and wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;play. I guess maybe he's helping in my exercising my need to be aware of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;whats around me at all times???? I mean one wrong foot step and my leg is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog food!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6668407491802867632?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6668407491802867632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6668407491802867632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6668407491802867632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6668407491802867632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/exercising-with-huskies.html' title='Exercising with Huskies'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-876006374134015178</id><published>2008-02-11T10:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:48:20.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how big can they get?</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 12 Jan 2003 09:30:02 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red, was classed as a Malamute at the shelter he's so big but I now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;believe him to be TOTALLY husky. Husky ears, Husky Tail, Husky talker and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm pretty sure behind those cataracts are Blue eyes :) Last weigh in was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;about 75lbs and I'm sure he's put on weight since then :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (did ya see Weaver, he almost tripped mom&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down the stairs this morning and we could have eaten her breakfast when she&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drop it)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-876006374134015178?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/876006374134015178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=876006374134015178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/876006374134015178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/876006374134015178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-how-big-can-they-get.html' title='Just how big can they get?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7192583370167904402</id><published>2008-02-11T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:47:35.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Fri, 17 Jan 2003 20:54:57 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;First off I'M ALIVE!!!!! :) Neighbours have strict instructions to&lt;br /&gt;check&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on me if they haven't seen me in a couple of days :) Yes the dogs have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still been trying to kill me, the rush to come downstairs with me will be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the end of me one day. The bruises on my legs are HORRID but the bite&lt;br /&gt;mark&lt;br /&gt;&gt;is healing well :) All Hooligans are present and accounted for, always a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;plus. I have new friends from my sledding day last weekend that want to&lt;br /&gt;get&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me into the act, this could be interesting, and there is a Sledding Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at Wasaga Beach Jan 25/26 that I am attending. I've been busy ripping up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;carpet &amp;amp; under padding for new Laminate Flooring coming at the end of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;month and it takes a lot out of this Handicapped person let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I've been sleeping better than ever :) I know the Hooligans would love to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;help me but I know I'd regret it :) I still have to get the Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fitted for Harnesses, geeeeeesh so much to do, so little time. I'm retired&lt;br /&gt;&gt;how did I do this all before?????????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (hey look Mom left her dish on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Siberian husky discussion list&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: Friday, January 17, 2003 8:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: [SIBERNET] Marilyn, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Has any one else noticed that Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans haven't been&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around in 4 DAYS? I wonder what the Hooligans have been up to now! I just&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hope it doesn't involve any broken bones. Marilyn, are you ok?????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Andy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7192583370167904402?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7192583370167904402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7192583370167904402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7192583370167904402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7192583370167904402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-fri-17-jan-2003-205457-0500-marilyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-279812124175212017</id><published>2008-02-11T10:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:46:47.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sledding Ride</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 18 Jan 2003 15:42:26 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well today I went for my first Sledding ride!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!! First&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off stupid me said SURE I'll go, its a 4 dog team!!!!!! Wow did we rip off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from the start, I could barely hold on, then it came to mind I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sure how to steer, okay I know my heels but which side down to steer which&lt;br /&gt;&gt;way???? Oh look we are coming up to a little bridge crossing!!!! Phew&lt;br /&gt;flew&lt;br /&gt;&gt;by the markers didn't hit them. Off we run into the bush, oh have I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mentioned none of us have been here before and don't know the trail at ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;There we are running through the woods and I look and the trail weaves&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up into the bush, problem is dogs don't see it and keep going straight,&lt;br /&gt;next&lt;br /&gt;&gt;problem would be there is a river bed in front of us and a picnic table in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the middle of it. HIT BRAKES NOW~~~~~~~~~ :) Okay next time I think&lt;br /&gt;I'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt;go with 2 dogs, heck maybe even one LOL All in all an addictive&lt;br /&gt;experience&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:) Now I want MORE!!!!! Julia &amp;amp; Rob sure were trusting to let me on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sled :) Thanks guys now I have a new hobby :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-279812124175212017?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/279812124175212017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=279812124175212017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/279812124175212017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/279812124175212017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-sledding-ride.html' title='First Sledding Ride'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7764467630219884499</id><published>2008-02-11T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:46:22.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First date luck</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 19 Jan 2003 16:13:54 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay I have a date with a Firefighter tonight and I'm going to wear my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BEAUTIFUL sweater from my Secret Santa for luck :) I haven't worn it yet,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was waiting for something special and maybe this is it :) He didn't run&lt;br /&gt;&gt;like the wind when I told him I had 8 dogs, maybe the sweater will ease him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;into the fact everything in my house is Husky or Wolf :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (okay she's going out tonight what can we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;destroy?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7764467630219884499?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7764467630219884499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7764467630219884499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7764467630219884499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7764467630219884499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-date-luck.html' title='First date luck'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-53628057099695866</id><published>2008-02-11T10:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:45:57.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sled day at Wasaga</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 25 Jan 2003 17:49:49 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Today was Sledding at Wasaga Beach, Ontario!!!! It was FRICKING FREEZING&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OUT THERE MR. BIGGLESWORTH!!!!!! My arse is still thawing out!!!! You&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wouldn't know it to see Weaver though he was all pumped and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dogs were hooked up to the sled with Weaver in back since we were afraid he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;might mug a race official for loving. I watched Weaver leave strong and&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so proud of him. My friend took the sled out, I will watch for a few years&lt;br /&gt;&gt;until I get my SLED legs :) Well it took forever for them to come back&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was starting to get worried that Weaver has seen a RABBIT!!! but back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they came and oh LOOK Weaver is now in the front position!!!!! Apparently&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the other two dogs weren't feeling much like doing anything except rolling&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in the snow and laying down so she put Weaver in front. Tomorrow Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&gt;goes back for the finals LMAO and I'll take a few extra dogs with me in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;case the couch potato's on the other team won't go :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-53628057099695866?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/53628057099695866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=53628057099695866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/53628057099695866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/53628057099695866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/sled-day-at-wasaga.html' title='Sled day at Wasaga'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9076572227999841994</id><published>2008-02-11T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:45:33.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 28 Jan 2003 13:59:14 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I tell ya some days I just want to SCREAM!!!!!! Actually I just did ;)&lt;br /&gt;Poor&lt;br /&gt;&gt;old Big Red he's just hanging around not causing any trouble and boom Max&lt;br /&gt;&gt;attacks him just for being in the vicinity. Fine that's unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;&gt;behaviour and Max gets put outside alone. Then I'm sitting here and Tundra&lt;br /&gt;&gt;decided the toy Big Red was going to play with a Toy she thought was HERS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and she attacked him :( I Screamed at the top of my lungs and she ran but&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dragged her out to solitary confinement as well :( Big Red is such a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;darling sweetheart, semi blind &amp;amp; deaf and this absolutely drives me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BANANAS!!!!! There's enough hate in the world these animals attacking each&lt;br /&gt;&gt;other drives me to ahhhhhh DRINK TOO MUCH COFFEE!!!!!!!!!! I need a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;vacation!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9076572227999841994?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9076572227999841994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9076572227999841994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9076572227999841994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9076572227999841994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5104406061120284764</id><published>2008-02-11T10:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:45:08.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Possessive</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 31 Jan 2003 17:30:11 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WOW has my alpha become a TOY HOG :( Last time she took on Big Red cause I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;guess he walked up to the toy or something, this time she took on a 70lb&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hound. They stood on their hind legs snarreling at each other and he&lt;br /&gt;backed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down. She's one TOUCH BITCH :) Maybe I can introduce her to a few people&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;know that have issues with me ;) LOL YES I"M KIDDING!!!!!!! :) She might&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be tough with the dogs but she's a wus bag when it comes to the grooming&lt;br /&gt;&gt;table. She's already jumped off once and hung herself and today she didn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fair much better LOL But I love the GROOMING TABLE what a BACK SAVER :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Although its quite heavy Weaver did manage to tip it over by sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;end :) He's so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes I caught him in time and now everyones paws are trimmed nails &amp;amp; fur :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They keep sneaking up on me now :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5104406061120284764?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5104406061120284764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5104406061120284764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5104406061120284764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5104406061120284764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/toy-possessive.html' title='Toy Possessive'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2881005648055167176</id><published>2008-02-11T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:44:37.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its never safe with the Hooligans around</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 4 Feb 2003 16:15:57 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well Max is out of the vets and still pretty wooooooosy from sedation but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they drained the cyst on his paw and he's doing very well :) I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pictures of him half standing, half sitting, eyes half closed with a bicky&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in his mouth cause he didn't know what to do with himself LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So after I gave everyone a bicky I forgot (as per usual) to put the lid&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on the big plastic container sitting on the floor. So apparently Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was helping himself and then got tired of running to container then back to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his spot so he figured he's just take the whole Container. Its about a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;foot or more High. So he grabs the container and the next thing I hear is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the kitchen falling apart. Seems the container wasn't dragging to easy&lt;br /&gt;past&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the two water bowls so he gave it the old college try and dragged it&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;&gt;knocking over the water bowls and everything else in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;By the time I reached the scene water was every where, the container was in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the middle of the kitchen floor and Weaver was grinning at me pretty proud&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of himself. LOL How can you be MAD LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2881005648055167176?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2881005648055167176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2881005648055167176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2881005648055167176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2881005648055167176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-never-safe-with-hooligans-around.html' title='Its never safe with the Hooligans around'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-291587285363099697</id><published>2008-02-11T10:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:44:09.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biting the Hand that feeds you</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 5 Feb 2003 17:37:27 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just when you think the day is winding down!!!!! So its Dinner time, fine&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm getting the bowls ready, Max is beside himself as usual and jumps up to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the Counter and starts helping himself out of a bowl. Fine make him sit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down get his ready and as per usual he eats first cause he's antisocial&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around food. Fine he's done let the others in and grab him by the collar&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and say lets go (he goes outside while the others eat) OH OH OH nooooo he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;doesn't think so and pulls away goes back to the counter to wait, I take&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;collar again and this time HE BIT ME!!!!!! Not a WARNING bit either. My&lt;br /&gt;&gt;arm is pretty sore and Max is outside in Solitary Confinement (once I got a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hold of him). I sure hope this behaviour is because of the operation on&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cyst on his paw yesterday. His behaviour has gone downhill since I got&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Its very depressing, he's becoming a very BIG PAIN IN THE ARSE and its not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fair to the others!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn the sad &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-291587285363099697?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/291587285363099697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=291587285363099697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/291587285363099697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/291587285363099697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/biting-hand-that-feeds-you.html' title='Biting the Hand that feeds you'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6517438416645561861</id><published>2008-02-11T10:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:43:45.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's weren't finished with me</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 6 Feb 2003 09:00:00 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Apparently a day full of ripping up carpets, separating furry combatants,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;being bit wasn't the end. I decided to go next door to my neighbours for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;our usual evening chat (keeps me from barking at people). I gently walked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down my pathway that was icy but I'd put down some melty stuff. Got to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;end of the pathway and breathed a sigh of relief. One, Two, Three, Four&lt;br /&gt;&gt;steps and yep I was down hard on the driveway :( Forgot it was icy too.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&gt;its dark and I figure no one saw that or I hoped not, I laid there for a&lt;br /&gt;bit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to survey the damage and catch my breath. Left butt cheek took most of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fall and the left arm, managed not to hit my head (THANK GOODNESS).&lt;br /&gt;Dragged&lt;br /&gt;&gt;myself up, climbed up a snowy hill and almost went down again on neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&gt;driveway :( Brushed off all the snow on me, felt some numb parts of body&lt;br /&gt;&gt;returning to life went into neighbours and asked for a BEER :) It was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;LONG day :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6517438416645561861?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6517438416645561861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6517438416645561861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6517438416645561861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6517438416645561861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/heavens-werent-finished-with-me.html' title='Heaven&apos;s weren&apos;t finished with me'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4761604708620831982</id><published>2008-02-11T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:43:14.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max has arrived</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 15 Dec 2002 23:30:55 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just so everyone knows Max has arrived safe and sound at his new residence.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He has meet all Hooligans and has gotten along famously with them!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;More tomorrow, now we are all turning in for our first night together :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4761604708620831982?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4761604708620831982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4761604708620831982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4761604708620831982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4761604708620831982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-has-arrived.html' title='Max has arrived'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2356170114747936323</id><published>2008-02-11T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:42:46.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max is a Hooligan</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 16 Dec 2002 16:30:03 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well Max arrived yesterday with two concerned Montrealers looking out for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his best interests :) Max pleased them to no end by first bonding with me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;quickly and then accidentally getting out with the Hooligans and joining&lt;br /&gt;&gt;right in like he was a long lost Hooligan!!!!!! :) They spent the night to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;make sure Max was settled in and to avoid the blizzard that was coming and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;set off back to Montreal this morning. Max is very happy to be with the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans and takes a lot of comfort in the fact there are a bunch of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Huskies like him that play like him :) No snapping at me but is very food&lt;br /&gt;&gt;protective even if I'm eating and he did take a run at the Malamute this&lt;br /&gt;&gt;morning while I was having breakfast. No scolding just fine your going&lt;br /&gt;&gt;outside then :) Poor Mally he doesn't get all the testiness around here&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I have some initial pictures if anyone is interested :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2356170114747936323?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2356170114747936323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2356170114747936323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2356170114747936323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2356170114747936323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/max-is-hooligan.html' title='Max is a Hooligan'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3078730912580638562</id><published>2008-02-11T10:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:42:03.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it isn't so</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 21 Dec 2002 10:02:24 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay people need your prayers here. Apparently during the night my rescue&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hamsters loft in the sky slid over and dropped him out on the floor. No&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thats not the worse, Carl the hound dog was sleeping in that room. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt;carnage was horrible but I'm still hoping Cupper (what I named hamster) is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;somewhere hiding in the small room that I can't see. Bad news is Carl is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;looking pretty damn happy this morning and is grinning from ear to ear :(&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;currently have all Hooligans in other rooms or outside but of course being&lt;br /&gt;&gt;daylight if Cupper is still alive he's sleeping somewhere. WISH ME LUCK, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hope I find him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (Hey Weaver did ya hear, Carl got the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hamster)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3078730912580638562?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3078730912580638562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3078730912580638562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3078730912580638562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3078730912580638562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t so'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5999712001819615007</id><published>2008-02-11T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:41:29.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's first day with Mom</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 17 Dec 2002 17:39:21 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well it was going WELL :( We had an INCIDENT!!!!!!!!! I was outside&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cleaning the yard up for the day and bringing in two more dog houses for&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans. In the middle of this I heard a scuffle. Sure enough my Alpha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra had Max and was giving him shit and hauling him around by the scuff&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of the neck. He must not have given her the DUE respect for an alpha or he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;took something that was hers. Unfortunately this sent Max into a panic and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he bit his own paw and drew blood :( I got there fast and stopped the&lt;br /&gt;fight&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but poor Max was so upset so I immediately threw away all spectators and&lt;br /&gt;let&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him in the house. He was bleeding from his back paw he bit but it stopped&lt;br /&gt;&gt;quickly and he hurt his front paw (I imagine it twisted) but its getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;better already :( He's starting to perk back up now but poor baby it was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;destined to happen at some point and it rocked his world. He's more than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;content to lay with Mommy inside now.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Vicious Hubley Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Siberian husky discussion list&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[mailto:SIBERNET-L@APPLE.EASE.LSOFT.COM]On Behalf Of Marilyn Hubley&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: Tuesday, December 17, 2002 1:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: SIBERNET-L@APPLE.EASE.LSOFT.COM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: Re: [SIBERNET] Max's first day with Mom&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Last night Max slept with Cojo in the sunroom and was a very very good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I heard him at 7am and put him outside :) All was going well and I was on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my way to the gym when Max spotted me outside scrapping the ice and snow&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my vehicle. Okay change of plans where ever I go today Max is going with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me. Might as well see how he reacts to our town. So we went for a big&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ride together (mental note, Max needs seat belt as I couldn't see out of my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;passenger window or mirror for a FURRY WHITE HEAD the whole time :) Then&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went to our town for a visit. He came to the post office with me to pick&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;our Secret Santa present, behaved very well. A man came up and patted him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(yes without asking idiot) but Max let him no problem. Stopped at my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Groomer friends, to introduce Max, he totally ignored the cat in front of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him (cat known for smacking dogs). Then it was off to the Gym to tell them&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I wouldn't be there as Max had other ideas :) Everyone ewwwww and ahhhhed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;over him. Several men paid attention to him. Then we did a drop by at my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;vet to show them our new addition. Here there was another Cat and he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sniffed it and ignored it. Actually he was much more fascinated with their&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Birds!!!! Then we went to the pet store where Max went shopping. The&lt;br /&gt;owner&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dropped by while we were there and went ga ga over Max. She is a rescuer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;also and is hoping to move from her Townhouse to start taking more animals&lt;br /&gt;&gt;soon and loved Max. Said he was gorgeous and asked if I could bring him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back for a photo session. She is a photographer too and wants to set Max&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and his beautiful whiteness against a blue background :) Max sniffed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everything in the store but never helped himself to goodies laying out. He&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was given a free Cow Cheek (he wasn't quite sure what to do with it but&lt;br /&gt;took&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it). Then it was off to Tim Hortons Drive Thru for a coffee where Max&lt;br /&gt;&gt;turned on the charm by sticking his head out the window to show off his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gorgeous self while the drive thru people ewwwwed and ahhhhhhed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then it was home sweet home where he just wanted back outside to be with&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rest of the Hooligans :) All in all a very good day and I am very proud of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him :) We tell his story where ever we go and then they love him even more&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5999712001819615007?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5999712001819615007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5999712001819615007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5999712001819615007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5999712001819615007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/maxs-first-day-with-mom.html' title='Max&apos;s first day with Mom'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7373268151526714559</id><published>2008-02-11T10:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:40:45.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooligan Strikes</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 19 Dec 2002 19:44:26 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So I go over to my neighbours in the evenings quite a bit for some human&lt;br /&gt;&gt;conversation, you know to keep my sanity and not to start barking at&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well tonight I was putting everyone in their spots where destruction is&lt;br /&gt;kept&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to a minimum. Now Tundra my Alpha felt she didn't want to go outside so I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;said fine you can stay in the Computer room and I shut the door. I keep&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;confined as she likes to jump over the Living Room baby gate and stand on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the couch and watch out the window to see where I go and when I'm coming&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back. Took me awhile to figure that out, and couldn't reason why the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pillows on the couch got messed up until I saw the nose prints on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;window. Well I got home, opened the computer door and what greets me???&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra and parts of my carpet and my moulding from around the doorway. Yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;apparently she wanted out and she meant NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I am now sitting here repeating my Mantra, "I LOVE MY DOGS, I LOVE MY DOGS,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I LOVE MY DOGS"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7373268151526714559?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7373268151526714559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7373268151526714559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7373268151526714559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7373268151526714559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/hooligan-strikes.html' title='Hooligan Strikes'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8878941870405139842</id><published>2008-02-11T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:40:23.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No good deed goes unpunished</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 26 Dec 2002 10:38:13 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I guess the Hound Dog couldn't take all the rich food yesterday. He&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kept me up ALL NIGHT LONG, crying to be let in and out and in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes I would have loved to have left him out but I knew the barking would&lt;br /&gt;&gt;start as soon as my head hit the pillow. Finally I left him this morning&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with the rest of the crew in the sunroom to catch a few hours sleep only to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be greeted when I got up by a splash of poop in the middle of the sunroom,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with a smell that could choke a Hippo :( UGH!!!!!!!! Merry Christmas to me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( I think I will heave, the hounds has the poopies, which makes me go&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ieeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (hey has anyone noticed Mom hasn't feed us&lt;br /&gt;&gt;breakfast yet?????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8878941870405139842?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8878941870405139842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8878941870405139842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8878941870405139842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8878941870405139842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No good deed goes unpunished'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1049659710370065002</id><published>2008-02-11T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:39:50.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 29 Dec 2002 14:00:55 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay here it is :) All the Hooligans are getting along pretty good for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bunch of rag tag misfits. Except my new boy 9 Year Old Max. He gets&lt;br /&gt;along&lt;br /&gt;&gt;well with everyone except for Big Red Malamute and tries to attack him when&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ever I go to bring him inside. I don't know if its Jealousy or just plan&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dislike :( Big Red Mally has bad eyesight and can't see to defend himself.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Its bad enough that Pride will stand with his head in the Mal's dog house&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&gt;even when he's laying outside his dog house, and just bark in his face :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red is just starting to come out of his shell and love life but is&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&gt;reserved. I know he's in a better place than he was but I still want to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;give him total freedom and no hassles from smart mouth upstarts, a.k.a&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&amp;amp; Max. How do I make it best for Big Red Mally??????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1049659710370065002?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1049659710370065002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1049659710370065002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1049659710370065002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1049659710370065002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7402341357801756278</id><published>2008-02-11T10:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:39:03.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think your smarter than a Dog</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 31 Dec 2002 16:07:51 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I guess I have to say the Hooligans never cease to amaze me. You don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;think they are aware of what your doing, heck they might not even be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;looking, but they know every square inch of their domain and everything in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it. Since we've had a rash of lock outs by said Hooligans which has now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;extended over to our Pet Sitter, I thought I'd be wise and hide a key in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yard in case of just such an emergency. I bought a small flat black&lt;br /&gt;plastic&lt;br /&gt;&gt;box with strong magnets on it and placed it on the underside mental frame&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my Barbeque outside. Now this box wasn't sticking out, I'd put it in a&lt;br /&gt;spot&lt;br /&gt;&gt;where it couldn't be seen. Yet today I found half the black box and a key&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stuck in the mud in the yard :( Oh yes have I told you what Carl's new&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trick (Walker Hound) is??? Its to OPEN THE HAMSTER CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he had so much fun that night chasing said Hamster around the room&lt;br /&gt;&gt;destroying things he feels he needs some more FUN. :( I've come into the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Computer Room where the Hamster is and found the door open 3 TIMES Then I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;caught him at it!!!!! :( God help me I'm afraid of what these creatures&lt;br /&gt;&gt;will wrought next on me :( P.S. Cojo is sporting a big blue bandage on his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;foot and milking it for all its worth. It looks like he was bitten on his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;paw and it opened the pad. He has to wear a plastic IV bag on his foot&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he goes outside since its so muddy and wet out :( I just know something's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;going to happen but I haven't figured out what it is yet and I'm too afraid&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to think of the possibilities :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Ever Loving Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7402341357801756278?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7402341357801756278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7402341357801756278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7402341357801756278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7402341357801756278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-when-you-think-your-smarter-than.html' title='Just when you think your smarter than a Dog'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5271937867407871098</id><published>2008-02-11T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:38:28.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cojo has a Boo Boo</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 31 Dec 2002 16:08:20 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well its not uncommon but we had another INCIDENT in the kitchen yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;When I turned around it was Cojo having himself a FIT and attacking&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that was close to him. Then I noticed BLOOD :( His pad on his paw was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ripped open and bleeding. I don't know if its from a bite or he hurt&lt;br /&gt;&gt;himself on something. He was still walking on it fine. Today he's not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;walking on it at all. Well he won't let me near it after getting Hydrogen&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Peroxide on it for a bit (tons of SCREAMING) I got some medicated cream on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it but no way in hell was I going to be able to put a SOCK on his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;After being bite 3 times, warning bites, hard enough to bruise only. I&lt;br /&gt;gave&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in and called the vet to make an appointment :( I mean I can't even get a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;look at the Boo Boo to really assess it :( So we are going in at 11 for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trip to the vet. Wish us well, i.e. not a bad Boo Boo and not a huge vet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bill :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5271937867407871098?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5271937867407871098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5271937867407871098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5271937867407871098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5271937867407871098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/cojo-has-boo-boo.html' title='Cojo has a Boo Boo'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4892224860922945662</id><published>2008-02-11T10:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:38:01.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Mother am I?</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 2 Jan 2003 16:19:12 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What kind of Mother am I???????? Tundra just came running into the&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;room and ran head first into a drawer I left open over the dog bed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Maybe its cause that usually happens to me and I thought they were smarter&lt;br /&gt;&gt;than me :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (nasty old witch I'll make her pay for that,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4892224860922945662?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4892224860922945662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4892224860922945662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4892224860922945662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4892224860922945662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-kind-of-mother-am-i.html' title='What kind of Mother am I?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7285318732381789331</id><published>2008-02-11T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:37:38.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this mean?</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 28 Nov 2002 18:41:04 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay I've been having to keep on top of the 2 young pups for standing in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Malamutes dog house, while he's in there, and barking at him. Today&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everyone was inside and downstairs with me and I heard a strange noise.&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver had decided to water the Xmas Wrap. I haven't seen him have an&lt;br /&gt;&gt;accident in I don't know how long!!!!!! Do you think he's trying to tell&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;something about Xmas or his view on me???????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7285318732381789331?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7285318732381789331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7285318732381789331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7285318732381789331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7285318732381789331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-does-this-mean.html' title='What does this mean?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6891239688648633649</id><published>2008-02-11T10:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:36:57.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bored Husky is a BAD Husky</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 29 Nov 2002 10:20:09 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay was morning feeding time at the zoo. The usual chaos was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver finished half of his food and then of course everyone else's food&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;better so to stop a fight before it started I put him outside. Came in let&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everyone else finish and caught up on the emails :) Well I just went to&lt;br /&gt;put&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the rest of them outside and OH LOOK Weaver has been playing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes when I saw him he had the SCREEN DOOR (which he has already DE&lt;br /&gt;SCREENED)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in his mouth chewing on it as he slid it back and forth :( Oh look there's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my BOOT CLEANER (you know the ceramic animals with quills on their backs).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Some how he moved it from the porch to the middle of the yard, and its&lt;br /&gt;&gt;heavy. I'm guessing he carried it by the quills on its back since most of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the quills are gone or very SHORT NOW!!!!!!! No I didn't look any further&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was afraid of what I might see, so I let the others out and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans, where there's never a dull moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6891239688648633649?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6891239688648633649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6891239688648633649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6891239688648633649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6891239688648633649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-husky-is-bad-husky.html' title='A bored Husky is a BAD Husky'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1152692451811191737</id><published>2008-02-11T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:36:22.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Dragging Club</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 7 Dec 2002 11:55:05 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Today for some strange reason I had to reassure myself I was in the DEATH&lt;br /&gt;BY&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DRAGGING club and took 4 of my young Hooligans to have their picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with Santa. First off not an easy task just getting them in the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was DRAGGED (took two at a time) ruthlessly because I only had their Cloth&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Collars on to have their Picture with Santa. Second problem YES WE ARE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SPORTING ICE ALL AROUND. Third problem they know how to UNFASTEN their&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SEATBELTS!!!!!! So I'd take two in for picture and then try to get two&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in and different two out. The Xmas Tree selling guy took pity on me and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;helped, thank god, he caught 2 escapees and held one or two while I shoved&lt;br /&gt;&gt;others back in :( The pictures are great and I will scan them if anyone&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wants to see. Weaver actually MAULED Santa, thank goodness Santa was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;young guy :) Weaver got into the sleigh and stood on his Chest and checked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him out that was how his picture was taken :) They want it for their&lt;br /&gt;FLYER.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I had to wipe out all the muddy paw prints from the vehicle and now I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to go to another Santa picture place with the 3 older Hooligans, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;want to show back up at the other place, THEY'LL CLOSE when they see me :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;God me with me and wish me luck!!!!!!!!! Yes I donated to the cause they&lt;br /&gt;&gt;were holding the pictures for LOL Alliston Human Society LOL heck I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;some of theirs!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (how come Mom keeps saying we only get one&lt;br /&gt;&gt;picture with Santa in our WHOLE LIVES??????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1152692451811191737?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1152692451811191737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1152692451811191737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1152692451811191737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1152692451811191737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/death-by-dragging-club.html' title='Death by Dragging Club'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8325168657676182150</id><published>2008-02-11T10:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:35:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Part 2</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 7 Dec 2002 14:03:30 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well the 3 older of my pack were much more cooperative!!!!! :) Now I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;all the Hooligans pictures with Santa :) Just so the whole second&lt;br /&gt;&gt;experience wasn't with out some turmoil Carl (the Hound Dog) barfed in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back of the Durango to give Mommy something to clean up when she got&lt;br /&gt;home :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can anyone tell me why oh why they must always BARF where the seat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;folds???????? :( Awaiting frozen vomit for removal :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8325168657676182150?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8325168657676182150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8325168657676182150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8325168657676182150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8325168657676182150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/santa-part-2.html' title='Santa Part 2'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7741738912787544354</id><published>2008-02-11T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:35:31.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malamute has my Number</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 9 Dec 2002 16:51:54 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay since the evening of Sunday December 8th, I've been trying to get the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Malamute to come inside for dinner. HE DIDN'T think so. This morning same&lt;br /&gt;&gt;routine. Hammer on the windows, he comes out of his dog house, comes to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;porch looks at me and WOooo Woooo's, licks the porch (don't ask), wanders&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around, sometimes comes right up to the door, I open it he takes off, I go&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out with the leash, he runs even farther. Finally just now I thought well&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the silly ass has to be HUNGRY. So I go out with the leash in FREEZING&lt;br /&gt;&gt;weather and he takes off, runs to his dog house, then sneaks up the side of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the sunroom and walks right in the house. LIKE I CAN'T SEE HIM!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he's semi blind I guess he figures I am too. He comes in and wanders&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and I'm in the other room and hear SMASH, yes he was hungry he'd knocked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;over the Garbage Can in the kitchen. He's a loon but I love the little&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bugger, he's INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (and Mom thought us Siberians held the&lt;br /&gt;market&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on idiosyncrasies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7741738912787544354?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7741738912787544354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7741738912787544354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7741738912787544354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7741738912787544354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/malamute-has-my-number.html' title='Malamute has my Number'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-259258632037911667</id><published>2008-02-11T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:34:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter/Fall????</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 7 Nov 2002 09:46:58 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay I'm confused, is it WINTER or FALL????? I'm having an INSANE time&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trying to find and retrieve POOP on a daily basis. I've got leaves&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EVERYWHERE all different colours and they are still coming down and then I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get snow on top of that!!!!!!! How in god's name do you find POOP in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that!!!! Ya ya ya besides with the bottom of your SHOE like I do daily&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( I don't know whether to RAKE or SHOVEL can't use my leaf blower the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leaves are too wet and raking UGH that is a large amount of pain. I did a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;small area yesterday and the leaves are so heavy cause they are wet was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;killer :( Then we have this ONGOING battle between the new Rescue Malamute&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and the 2 Young Huskies 1 &amp;amp; 2. When Mally is in his dog house napping the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;young ones like to put their heads in the dog house and BARK AT HIM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;constantly!!!!!!!! Poor bugger, I stop them when I'm around but I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they do it a lot when I'm not there too and are likely to lose a nose soon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I notice they are already sporting marks on their faces. BUT WHY OH&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WHY!!!!!!! did they have to do this last night at 4:30am in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;morning!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes thats right under my window :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn (the exhausted and painful) &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-259258632037911667?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/259258632037911667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=259258632037911667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/259258632037911667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/259258632037911667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2008/02/winterfall.html' title='Winter/Fall????'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4745861984013568699</id><published>2007-12-22T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:24:26.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Nail Cutting</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 10 Nov 2002 15:51:10 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well today I decided was nail cutting day ;) Hound usually the worst was&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gall darn cooperative I've sure he's been taken over by aliens. Was an all&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out struggle between me and my youngest trying to cut his nails today, HE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;HATES IT. I had to LAY on him and of course during the struggle clipped to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;low and he's a BLEEDER big time so had to stop eventually and then chase&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around trying to put the styptic power on the bleeders to stop them :)&lt;br /&gt;WHOA&lt;br /&gt;&gt;did he SCREAM!!!!!! All in all, not a good try but then I've asked my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;family to go in on a GROOMING table for me so I will have something to help&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in these wrestling matches I lose on a regular basis!!!!!!!!!!! Thank the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;lord for families, Xmas &amp;amp; Grooming tables :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; None of the nail trimmed Hooligans except Carl the Hound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4745861984013568699?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4745861984013568699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4745861984013568699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4745861984013568699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4745861984013568699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/adventures-in-nail-cutting.html' title='Adventures in Nail Cutting'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6355534001806038709</id><published>2007-12-22T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:23:55.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red's Tests</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 5 Sep 2002 15:16:57 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hi all, we got Big Red Malamutes blood work back yesterday, most were okay&lt;br /&gt;&gt;except for some Liver Enzymes. One that was suppose to be in a 20 to 200&lt;br /&gt;&gt;range but was over a 1000 and another one was high also. She asked if he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drank a lot of water. By the way he drinks with his whole Muzzle in and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;blows bubbles thank god I was on this list before I saw that. Doc said it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;could mean Cushings (my first Sibe had that). We won't know more without&lt;br /&gt;&gt;more tests :( I'm taking him in to get his teeth out anyway as I can't&lt;br /&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get near the Big Bugger too long without him breathing on me and me getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nauseous :( I have to figure out a way to get his eye drops in without him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;biting me and not putting up such a fight :( I've asked the vet to shave&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his underside and backs of legs as he's not letting me get close to it and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;its all matted and smelly. I'm going to try and collect a URINE sample in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the morning, god help me, and then he's off to the vet between 8:30 an&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9:00am. Please send him all of your best wishes, I so don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him and want to explore this marvellous personality thats in him but he's&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stinky to be with :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red Malamute say wooooooooooooooooooooo to you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6355534001806038709?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6355534001806038709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6355534001806038709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6355534001806038709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6355534001806038709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-reds-tests.html' title='Big Red&apos;s Tests'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8967249569553144227</id><published>2007-12-22T08:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:23:15.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident Clown</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 19 Nov 2002 20:41:13 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So out of all my Hooligans one of the funniest is Weaver. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&gt;weather he's missing a common sense gene or what but he's so laid back and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sometimes so clumsy he always reliable for a laugh. Take the other day go&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to the sliding door, Hooligans hear me. Weaver literally flips to his feet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from a lay down position, looks at me, runs towards me, doesn't see porch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;step (always been there) under the snow, front legs hit step bend&lt;br /&gt;underneath&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him and he slides up on the porch like a sea on his belly. Stands up, sits&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down and just looks at me. I thought I was going to toss my cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Anyone else have a Siberian Comedian????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8967249569553144227?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8967249569553144227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8967249569553144227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8967249569553144227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8967249569553144227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/resident-clown.html' title='Resident Clown'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5987179043553534396</id><published>2007-12-22T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:22:46.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubley Hooligans Revenge</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 24 Nov 2002 15:21:57 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ah yes the Hubley Hooligans, darling little creatures they are :) I&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;&gt;got a chance for a night out in the city staying with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;overnight for some fun. Phone Hooligans sitter sure she'll be able to&lt;br /&gt;watch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;them. Will get there at 5pm and leave around 7am. Cool I'm leaving at&lt;br /&gt;10am&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so will write down instructions for sitter and head out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;At 6pm I phone to see how the lady is doing with the Hooligans (yes she's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;watched them before but they always mess with her). NO answer :( hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;try again, no answer :( oh oh. Phone next door neighbour hey whats up, oh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;did you get our message???? OH OH. Yes the Hooligans had been being feed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and I warned her Big Red Malamute (semi deaf, semi blind) can be a real&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hellion to get in the house so just feed him outside. Apparently I had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;forgotten to tell her again to make sure you don't go outside without a&lt;br /&gt;KEY.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes the Hooligans locked her out :( Neighbours searched for the spare key&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in vain (I was sure I left it) but hubby neighbour finally had to go&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my bedroom window to let the poor sitter back in :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I get home today survey damage, one window screen, electric fence break,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rebroken, several new holes all in all not bad for the Hooligans. Then&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbour phoned to say hi, hey did your sitter not know about Carl's&lt;br /&gt;(hound&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dog) barking collar to put on him when he was out. Well yes she did was in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my instructions let me go look. OH LOOK there it is in the yard on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ground and OH LOOK they ate the end off it (already ate the other end off&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;last week).&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm suppose to go away at Xmas for a day :( I'm thinking this might not be&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;good idea :( Mommy 0 Hooligans 100&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5987179043553534396?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5987179043553534396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5987179043553534396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5987179043553534396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5987179043553534396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/hubley-hooligans-revenge.html' title='Hubley Hooligans Revenge'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4489516967620384985</id><published>2007-12-22T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:21:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 27 Nov 2002 14:11:03 -0500, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay for some sick reason I decided to let the 2 youngest 1 &amp;amp; 2 come into&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bedroom this morning for some cuddling. FIRST MISTAKE. Pride came in&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver on the other hand looked to be wired for sound, flying in and out of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the room (a.k.a. zoomies), up on the bed, fifteen circles at mach speed,&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the bed, down the hall, god knows what he did down there, back to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bedroom and repeat. Well finally after several rounds of pummelling he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;settled down for a chest and belly scratch, his favourite. Then is was&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to chew daintily mommy's hand and lick it into submission. Pride was&lt;br /&gt;trying&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for some attention but didn't get a lot and for some reason felt he needed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to keep whacking at me with the deformed paw. Well after I started to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wheeze (allergic to dogs) I hauled them out and went for a shower. I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;amazed at the fact that my body looks like I've been run over by a Truck,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;skid marks, nail marks, bruises you name it, then why the heck did I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;such fun and will do it again???? Cause I'm a SIBERIAN HUSKY OWNER,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mentally unbalanced and loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4489516967620384985?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4489516967620384985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4489516967620384985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4489516967620384985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4489516967620384985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1467381209565056859</id><published>2007-12-22T08:20:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:21:08.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Colour</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 4 Sep 2002 15:47:43 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pride here Amber, thought I'd let you know I had issues with that post too&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and I've put the old bat in her place :) I locked her out of the house&lt;br /&gt;&gt;while she was mowing the lawn and I peed in her sunroom :) Now I'm off to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;counter surf. I know how to keep her in line :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pride &amp;amp; The Rest of the Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1467381209565056859?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1467381209565056859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1467381209565056859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1467381209565056859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1467381209565056859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/eye-colour.html' title='Eye Colour'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4229627999056921283</id><published>2007-12-22T08:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:20:41.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humours a must</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 4 Sep 2002 16:41:43 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I agree Bob humour is the best :) If I didn't have a great sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&gt;quite frankly I'm sure I'd be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Picture this, I took out my brushes and sat down to brush the dogs. All&lt;br /&gt;&gt;came up to me for brushing except Tundra (she hates the brush) but she&lt;br /&gt;&gt;didn't need doing and the Giant Red Malamute that stinks like you can't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;imagine. Yes of course it was him I wanted, well I ran around brushing the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;top holding onto his collar being pull this way and that, then he fell ass&lt;br /&gt;&gt;end off the deck, then he bite me, then he WOOOOO WOOOOO'd in my face with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;two rotten teeth in him mouth. After I collect my stomach back and managed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not to HURL, I waited for him to settled down and then proceeded to crawl&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his back while he was laying down to try to work on his underneath. Well&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was having none of that thank you very much and whipped his head back and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;now I'm sporting a bloody chin, shirt and ego :( Now I have to explain to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the vet why eyes drops for him 4 times a day after 10 days got in maybe 4&lt;br /&gt;&gt;times :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn 0 &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans 100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4229627999056921283?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4229627999056921283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4229627999056921283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4229627999056921283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4229627999056921283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/humours-must.html' title='Humours a must'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3589661017106014059</id><published>2007-12-22T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:20:17.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruler of the World</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 4 Sep 2002 16:52:03 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hi Amber :) I often sit and reflect on how wonderful a ruler I would&lt;br /&gt;make.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Trying to get this house to respect me is a different story. Mom keeps&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bringing in new dogs and I have to start my work over completely. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;immediately mount anything that walks on four legs to show whose boss but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with this last one, just a Lab, I'm now sporting a big cut in the corner of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my eye. What was that dog thinking?????? Its me PRIDE ruler of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm having a hard time with this new Malamute too, I know he can't see me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;very well and I can sneak up on him but darn I'm afraid the wobbly old&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bugger will fall over one me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;As soon as I get this house in order and can take the Throne as King I'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt;see about starting classes on how you too can be like me :) Aren't I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;great?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pride Ruler of Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mom (NOT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3589661017106014059?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3589661017106014059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3589661017106014059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3589661017106014059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3589661017106014059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruler-of-world.html' title='Ruler of the World'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7552016012180142779</id><published>2007-12-22T08:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:19:54.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red's Surgery</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 6 Sep 2002 17:41:14 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red Malamute is HOME!!!!!! His surgery was a long one as they had to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;remove 4 TEETH. 3 of which were Molars that were rotten but the root was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;still pretty firm. Poor old bugger came out and slid down their stairs but&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hopped right up into the Durango to go home. He's presently PASSED OUT on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Had my Foster Harley looked at this evening too. His TONGUE is a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mess!!!!!!!! All infected and grey looking on the sides. She also removed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;some more of the fluid that gathers under his chin pocket which she&lt;br /&gt;&gt;suspects is from a burst Salivary Gland. :( poor boy. Will have to let&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rescue know he needs some work.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7552016012180142779?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7552016012180142779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7552016012180142779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7552016012180142779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7552016012180142779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-reds-surgery.html' title='Big Red&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7466841984597482958</id><published>2007-12-22T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:19:23.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day at the Hubley Hooligans</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 16 Sep 2002 14:21:32 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well today I'm to go to a Lenny Kravitz concert, of course the day wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;going to go smooth. Big Red Malamute was dragging his butt on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yesterday and I hadn't thought to check it. Today I'm getting ready to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;leave to get my hair done and look and Big Red, the lump on his butt had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;grown huge and the covering was off it. Got an appointment for him in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;afternoon. By that time the stink was horrible from we guess the anal&lt;br /&gt;&gt;glands, blood and flies were all over the poor darling. Sure enough he had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;maggots on him and had to be shaved down. I asked them to keep him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;overnight as I was going out and they agreed to do his surgery to remove&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bump and others first thing in the morning. There is a risk because of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;where it is for him to be incontinent but I have no choice. I went to take&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him downstairs to their kennel and sure enough he slid down and ripped off&lt;br /&gt;&gt;half the bump and started bleeding :( We got a collar on him and taped him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up and they are going to check and see if they need to do stitches later or&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wait for surgery in the morning. The poor baby :( hasn't he gone through&lt;br /&gt;&gt;enough???? 4 teeth out last week and now this. I'm miserable, I don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;even want to go out tonight my poor darling baby is upset and hurting :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7466841984597482958?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7466841984597482958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7466841984597482958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7466841984597482958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7466841984597482958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-good-day-at-hubley-hooligans.html' title='Not a good day at the Hubley Hooligans'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2981686991504009961</id><published>2007-12-22T08:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:18:49.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red overnight at vets</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 17 Sep 2002 15:41:08 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Phoned first this this morning and Big Red spent the night at the vets fine&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and was scheduled for surgery on his hind end this morning. Visited the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;clinic at 12 and he was just waking up (Snoring) in his Kennel and didn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;even know I was there :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Vet said Surgery to remove the growths (3) went very very well, they were&lt;br /&gt;&gt;surface growths so she was able to remove them and sew him back up good as&lt;br /&gt;&gt;new :) Hoping this means no incontinence problems. So I'm off to get my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mally :) will update further later :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2981686991504009961?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2981686991504009961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2981686991504009961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2981686991504009961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2981686991504009961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-red-overnight-at-vets.html' title='Big Red overnight at vets'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-4569547300645187234</id><published>2007-12-22T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:18:26.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red is CLEAN</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 3 Oct 2002 12:39:09 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Finally the day arrived that Big Red gets professionally groomed. HE'S&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GORGEOUS!!!!!!! What a good boy he was for her no biting or grumping for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;anything other than not liking his paws touched. I stayed there with him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and talked to him and held him so he knew he wasn't being left. 2 1/2&lt;br /&gt;hours&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and then he said okay had enough :) All his sun burnt fur is coming out&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a beautiful brown is coming in :) Finally my rescue Malamute is clean&lt;br /&gt;&gt;enough for me to cuddle and snuggle for hours :) Think he'll sleep with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me???? Guess I'd best shower before my date in an hour :) I'm well FURRED&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-4569547300645187234?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/4569547300645187234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=4569547300645187234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4569547300645187234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/4569547300645187234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-red-is-clean.html' title='Big Red is CLEAN'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9059288617698997781</id><published>2007-12-22T08:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:18:06.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red Update - He's Home</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 17 Sep 2002 17:34:18 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Big Red is home!!!!!!!!! First thing he did was drink two bowls of water,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;go outside for a pee and then he had his first POOP!!!!! Everything came&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out fine except a bit runny!!!!! I have to rub Zinc Ointment on his butt&lt;br /&gt;&gt;incisions but stitches don't need to be removed and I'll have him re-&lt;br /&gt;checked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in 7-10 days. He then walked over to the water trough, stuck his whole&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in and drank and then dug some out with his paws and drank some more while&lt;br /&gt;&gt;front feet in :) The rest of the Hooligans were allowed out to see him and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he wagged his tail and they were very careful with him :) Lets hope this&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the end of Big Red's dark days and he leads a life of luxury from here on&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9059288617698997781?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9059288617698997781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9059288617698997781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9059288617698997781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9059288617698997781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-red-update-hes-home.html' title='Big Red Update - He&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5036468546958238222</id><published>2007-12-22T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:17:40.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 escapes last 24 hours</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 24 Sep 2002 10:34:05 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So last night getting ready for bed about 10:30, got a little buzz on from&lt;br /&gt;&gt;having a beer at the neighbours, all happy and ready to crash, phone&lt;br /&gt;rings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Its said neighbour saying my dogs were in her backyard. PANIC sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;First off I'm not thinking real clear at that point anyway and found myself&lt;br /&gt;&gt;doing a lot of running around and getting nothing accomplished in the first&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5 minutes. Finally took stock grabbed biscuits, 2 leashes and out I went.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well they were still at neighbours thank god and Tundra came like the good&lt;br /&gt;&gt;girl I trained her to be and right into the house. Pride (yes this is the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;same team that escaped and got locked in a barn basement for two days while&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was taught a lesson in June) unfortunately wasn't going to be that easy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but easier than expected. There he is having himself the time of his life&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rolling in fresh Racoon Poop, yes he looked up at me and there was the most&lt;br /&gt;&gt;beautiful face looking at me covered in SHIT. Brought him home too, locked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him and Cojo in the kennel for the night, Tundra (also sporting shit face)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver in the sunroom, Carl &amp;amp; Big Red in computer room, Tasha as per usual&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with me in bedroom. Get up bright and early go out and look at escape&lt;br /&gt;&gt;route. Well if I'm not mistaken something pushed the 4 x 4 from the other&lt;br /&gt;&gt;side and was digging from the other side there's was quite an escape route,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so filled back up hole check electric fence, yep OUCH its working. Watch&lt;br /&gt;&gt;said Hooligans for awhile think safe. Sooooooo just went to bring Big Red&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in for his breakfast, oh look only 3 dogs in yard, two missing!!!!!!! This&lt;br /&gt;&gt;time more together grab leashes, keys, biscuits and run for door. There&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tundra running down the middle of the road into neighbours yard, call Pride&lt;br /&gt;&gt;oh there he is finally coming but so is a car down the hill :( Yes I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thought I was going to die but he made it very safely, car slowed down&lt;br /&gt;gave&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me dirty look. Of course then he ran right by me and into neighbours&lt;br /&gt;yard.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Called Tundra and opened up Durango, she hopped right in oh geesh look&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Prides right behind her into the truck too!!!!!! Repairs hole that was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;redug again from further inside, filled with big rocks, still don't trust&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the little bastards. Pride &amp;amp; Tundra were brought inside rewarded with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;treats and set free in yard again, dear god let this be the last time those&lt;br /&gt;&gt;two escape.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn (need a valium) &amp;amp; The Hubley (hey look at that over there lets go)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5036468546958238222?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5036468546958238222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5036468546958238222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5036468546958238222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5036468546958238222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-escapes-last-24-hours.html' title='2 escapes last 24 hours'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8379272020189111471</id><published>2007-12-22T08:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:17:10.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's death count and everyday destruction</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 25 Sep 2002 16:43:31 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well what with the cooler weather seems the Hooligans are feistier than&lt;br /&gt;&gt;normal, WONDERFUL LOL We've had continuing howling sessions much to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbours delight (NOT). Currently one happening now as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Neighbour informed me yesterday dogs had killed a squirrel in her yard when&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they escaped a couple of nights ago and I assured her I would dispose of it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;today and bury it. Oh look, NOT A SQUIRREL, its a MINK, nasty little shits&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so that's what Tundra &amp;amp; Pride were rolling in, freshly killed Mink. Must&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have been Tundra she's very quick and tough (mental note check Tundra &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pride for holes). I know the mink have scent glands too so that is what&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;smelled and maybe it (pardon the phrase) crapped itself when it died and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that's why the two of them are still sporting stains of on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Came home oh look they've started digging further back same spot to tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&gt;out again, fill hole with dog shit cover up, probably do again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;LOOK Weaver loved his new Soccer ball so much he ate it in under 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:) What a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wow how much fun is it to wake up a Malamute everyday that takes your arm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off (yes I wake him with my voice first). Excusssssssssse me for trying to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get his lazy butt out to pee. What fun to be followed around the yard by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;said Malamute BITCHING (a.k.a. barking) at me to play, with me carrying&lt;br /&gt;poop&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pail.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;All in all a good day but now I have to go DEBARK the hound!!!!! Without&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sedation&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8379272020189111471?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8379272020189111471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8379272020189111471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8379272020189111471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8379272020189111471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/todays-death-count-and-everyday.html' title='Today&apos;s death count and everyday destruction'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9197772542317108571</id><published>2007-12-22T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:16:38.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red update</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 2 Oct 2002 14:49:05 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hi Sarah, BIG RED MALAMUTE is doing very very well. His surgery to remove&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the growths on his butt went extremely well. No incontinence. Having 4&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rotten teeth removed helped his disposition also.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He's far more happy than when I first got him in August. He's getting into&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a routine with me and hasn't bitten me in I'd say a good week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tomorrow he goes for his first professional grooming :) I'm staying there&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with him to calm him and so hopefully a muzzle won't be needed. He LOVES&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be bathed but hates being brushed underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He's quite the priceless character :) Yesterday I let him in and he was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;acting all giddy and puppyish. Walked into the kitchen got excited with me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and kinda jumped/played bowed and landed right on the hardwood floor belly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;first. He sort of just looked at me, like hey why did you do that, I was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;just playing!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I still haven't figured out a way to get his eye drops in and am&lt;br /&gt;&gt;concentrating on him being comfortable with me and happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oh by the way took him for his first walk in the field. I don't thinks&lt;br /&gt;he's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ever done that before. I unleashed him about 4 times and he immediately&lt;br /&gt;&gt;did a 180 and headed home :) At least he recognizes this as a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hopefully soon he will recognize my voice as a safe person :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9197772542317108571?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9197772542317108571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9197772542317108571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9197772542317108571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9197772542317108571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-red-update.html' title='Big Red update'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-9098171528172131656</id><published>2007-12-22T08:15:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:16:05.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Ruff in the night</title><content type='html'>On Sun, 13 Oct 2002 19:02:00 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Okay its Friday night and I'm not sleeping, very restless, rolling around.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Approximately 1:50am Siberian talking, growling and barking hmmmmmm. Wait&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for a bit but doesn't stop. I yell out window still continues. FINE put&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on robe go to sunroom. There in front of me is 4 Siberian (everyone else&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in House) at the fence, 3 are watching and Pride (ruler of the universe) is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;attacking the fence and creating a huge commotion. He's biting the fence&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and trying to tear it down, he's all over the electric fence and NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&gt;doesn't phase him. Up to that point I was fine, then the glowing red eyes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;looked at me through the fence, ewwwwwwwwww, can you say shivers up your&lt;br /&gt;&gt;spine???? Goosebumps broke out over my whole body!!!! Go get treats,&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to door with treats Weaver cuts me off and pretty near drops me on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ground in my robe, manage (after several in and outs) to get 3 Sibes in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sunroom. Not Pride, no way no how he was going to kill what ever was on&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;other side of the fence and show it who rules the WORLD. Okay great so&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I have to go get him which means I have to go near the fence and the damn&lt;br /&gt;&gt;glowing eyes are still looking out occasionally. Now I can hear my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neighbours Jack Russell barking and I'm hoping and praying they are going&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;come out and ask whats up, you know back me up, nope nothing they didn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hear a thing apparently. By the way I back onto unused farm land and we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have Skunks, Coyotes, Foxes, Racoons, Wolfs etc back there. I call Pride&lt;br /&gt;&gt;offer treat he comes grabs treat runs back, I get a little closer (waiting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for something to spring over fence and land on my head) offer another treat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he comes, I grab him by scruff of neck and RUN to the door. SAFE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Quite frankly it could have been a cat, there was no noise and anything&lt;br /&gt;&gt;rabid would have been making noise I figure. We had a few Rabies scares&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around here recently so you can never be too careful. A 6 week old puppy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was diagnosed with rabies just the other week in town. I've seen a cat go&lt;br /&gt;&gt;into the abandoned barn behind my place and maybe thats what my Senile&lt;br /&gt;Hound&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has been barking at in the backyard and digging up 6 foot of lawn at a&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pride is sporting a big cut on the nose from I assume a claw but not deep.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Either way what ever it was gave me the CREEPS and thats not easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So back on the internet looking for a date a.k.a Man so someone can phone&lt;br /&gt;&gt;911 when I go out next time :) What did you actually expect me to think&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he'd go out??????? ROFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-9098171528172131656?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/9098171528172131656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=9098171528172131656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9098171528172131656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/9098171528172131656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-go-ruff-in-night.html' title='Things that go Ruff in the night'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-639481868901713991</id><published>2007-12-22T08:15:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:15:43.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guard Dogs</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 22 Oct 2002 18:25:32 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Why not to buy a Siberian as a guard dog. Was having a nap the other day&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around 4-5 and a date dropped by for a visit. He rang the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;numerous&lt;br /&gt;&gt;times, saw my Durango in the driveway so figured I was home. Looked&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the door and had several faces watching him, not a peep, he finally gave up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Today, phone plumber re: leak. Okay he says I'll give you a call when I'm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;coming. Wait and wait and wait and wait and finally decide to go out and&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;calls. Oh I was there, I rang and rang and rang the doorbell. I was in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sunroom with ALL DOGS not a peep :( Not a movement. I need a new doorbell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;these guys don't help me one bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-639481868901713991?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/639481868901713991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=639481868901713991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/639481868901713991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/639481868901713991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-guard-dogs.html' title='My Guard Dogs'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6489947134508852661</id><published>2007-12-22T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:15:19.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dogs love me, no really</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 27 Jul 2002 19:36:59 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ahhhhh my dogs love me so :) I've been sick the last two days and not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;moving much except to feed the Hungry Horde and then lay back down :) My&lt;br /&gt;&gt;babies being as thoughtful as they are decided to have fun without Mom and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;let her rest :) Lets see, on poop patrol today I witnessed Weavers attempt&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at an underground tunnel out (no where near the fence), several others had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gathered to move items and dig around the composter where they found such&lt;br /&gt;&gt;treats as, dried up last Octobers pumpkins, banana peels, avocado skins and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pits, potato peels, carrot peel etc :) But they were kind enough to spread&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it over a good deal of the yard so not to make a mess all in one spot. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt;reclining chair has a hole right through its back now (took pictures last&lt;br /&gt;&gt;night if anyone wants them) so new pics are needed. There's a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tunnel under the boards I put around the porch. While I type this Carl the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hound dog just slimed me, my pants and the keyboard :), opps and apparently&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my chair ewwwww. Now he's rolling around on the floor moaning and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;groaning, as only a psycho hound can do. Oh I forgot about Carl the other&lt;br /&gt;&gt;day when I was brushing them in the yard :) Carl loves to be brushed, hell&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Carl just loves attention so he wandered over and I brushed him and he had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;himself the time of his life, but on to furrier animals I tried to go. No&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Carl wasn't finished he wanted more, a pushing and shoving match ensued and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I finally won or so I thought. Carl backed out of the way and I pulled in&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Husky and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Carl was PEEING ON THE&lt;br /&gt;CHAIR&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I WAS IN!!!!!!! I need Rodney Dangerfields number, he thinks he gets no&lt;br /&gt;&gt;respect :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6489947134508852661?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6489947134508852661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6489947134508852661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6489947134508852661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6489947134508852661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-dogs-love-me-no-really.html' title='My dogs love me, no really'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-129167158007989058</id><published>2007-12-22T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:14:51.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the useless wrecking crew comes in, don't read if offended by bodily functions :)</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 29 Jul 2002 21:19:05 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So my day yesterday started with a doctor ordered URINE collection, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not just one, the whole day till next morning sample, i.e. I had to pee in&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jug. Better yet!!!!! I have to keep it in the fridge between pees. How&lt;br /&gt;&gt;much fun is it to wake at 1am in the morning and go to the fridge and get a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cold jug to pee in?????? NOT TO F*U#PWU FUN. I'm just glad it wasn't dog&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was having to do this with. Anyway off to the doc this morning to drop&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off sample get blood taken, eat breakfast and come back in two hours to&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;more blood taken. Arrive home hours later full of holes, $100 lighter for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;wasting two hours till I had to go back again and HOT. NASTY WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So this afternoon it starting thunder storms on and off and in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they were constant so I let the Furkids in and let them dry off for a bit&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the Sunroom. While they're drying I go down stairs to feed my fish. Get&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down look at tank, mmmmmm this can't be good I just filled it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;its down 3 inches!!!!!! Yes I had a leak, previously when it did this I&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the guy living with me who wanted the :$(%)@&amp;amp;(*^&amp;amp; fish in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but now I'm left with said Fish. So start to drain 25 gallon fish tank,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;remember furkids let them come downstairs with me. Get fish tank as low&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it will go and attempt to carry fish tank to new room. Well it stunned me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but I made it and the dogs stayed outta the way, quite frankly I thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drop it but the fish made it. Now I have the chore of clearing out the&lt;br /&gt;wall&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unit and then attempting to move it out from the wall to vacuum up the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;water. While in this process a Hooligan spots one of the bird nest I'd&lt;br /&gt;&gt;taken down from the wall unit and I swear to god was seconds and destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and I didn't even see the little shit that was responsible. All look at me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with TOTAL innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So now I'm attempting to move this damn heavy wall unit out from the wall,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hauling and groaning, grunting and cussing and then I look and there's 4&lt;br /&gt;&gt;huskies watching me, what's wrong with this picture??????? To top my day&lt;br /&gt;&gt;off!!!!! Lenny Kravitz concert postponed from tomorrow evening till Sept&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sometime :( I need a vacation!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-129167158007989058?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/129167158007989058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=129167158007989058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/129167158007989058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/129167158007989058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/useless-wrecking-crew-comes-in-dont.html' title='the useless wrecking crew comes in, don&apos;t read if offended by bodily functions :)'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6511629326309606040</id><published>2007-12-22T08:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:14:05.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid Back Weaver</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 31 Jul 2002 15:06:03 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver does that, sits on his butt front legs dangling thing but the moron&lt;br /&gt;&gt;will sit there and just FALL OVER, never tries to stop nothing, falls on&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;side, his back, doesn't give a hoot LOL He's the most laid back Siberian&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I've ever meet :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6511629326309606040?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6511629326309606040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6511629326309606040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6511629326309606040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6511629326309606040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/laid-back-weaver.html' title='Laid Back Weaver'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-2744566576412859894</id><published>2007-12-22T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:13:26.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Boring</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 1 Aug 2002 19:38:49 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;As I type I have a husky under my desk eating his kibble since everyone&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was ganging up on him for it, yes I'm talking about Pride. Little hellion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has been going through the I'm the king of the house routine and growing&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bolder and bolder. He's taken on Weaver, Carl and Tundra but he's scared&lt;br /&gt;&gt;furless of Cojo. He's let Cojo come up and take his food away from him 3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;times now so I have him safe behind my legs under the desk to enjoy his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dinner while everyone else is circling. Pride is more commonly referred to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;as "DA BABY" around here and is spoiled BEYOND belief. Now he's looking at&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me from through the keyboard with such a cute face I could just squeeze him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to bits!!!!!!!! Have I mentioned how much I love my babies lately????????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;These sweet darlings rule my WORLD!!!!!!! On the kill side another dead&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mole added to the count yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-2744566576412859894?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/2744566576412859894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=2744566576412859894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2744566576412859894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/2744566576412859894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-boring.html' title='Never Boring'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-1331059801601564809</id><published>2007-12-22T08:12:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:13:07.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This mornings gift</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 2 Aug 2002 10:03:05 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well this morning I woke at 6:00am and thought hmmmm just a few more&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but slept awhile longer and the Hooligans let me (Weaver just came up for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Huggins and was licking my hand while I was typing, then did the butt sit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and fell over right on top of Tundra). So I'm so proud of my darlings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then I looked in the backyard. The Composter once SCREWED into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and edged with big rocks and recycling boxes is now completely detached&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the ground laying on its side in the yard :) Can you say INDUSTRIOUS?????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well that's the word I'm using cause the other words that come to mind make&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the air BLUE!!!!!!! Guess I have some interesting yard work in this heat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;today :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-1331059801601564809?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/1331059801601564809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=1331059801601564809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1331059801601564809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/1331059801601564809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-mornings-gift.html' title='This mornings gift'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5166328770880627440</id><published>2007-12-22T08:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:12:48.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Today's Trick</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 3 Aug 2002 11:24:36 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Things were going so well this morning (minus the barking at 7:00am) that I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was a smiling :) I called all Hooligans to the sunroom, AND THEY CAME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and shut the door to mow the lawn. I finished cutting the lawn and hook&lt;br /&gt;&gt;electric fence back up, shut gate doors and let the hooligans out. Place&lt;br /&gt;&gt;kiddie pool back in spot with no grass and went to get the hose to filler&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so the kids could cool off when necessary. All was still going well right&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up until I put the hose on full dropped the nozzle in the pool and then it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;happened. Apparently I was not aware we had a KINK in the hose so as soon&lt;br /&gt;&gt;as I lowered it and let go the nozzle spun around and I was getting direct&lt;br /&gt;&gt;full throttle hose right in the face, yes RIGHT IN THE FACE. Now most&lt;br /&gt;&gt;normal people would have jumped out of the way immediately, no I kinda&lt;br /&gt;stood&lt;br /&gt;&gt;there like a dinkus not quite believing I'd just done that to myself and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then got out of the way. So now sinuses are full of water. I think I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;should stay inside for the rest of the day, obviously the Sibes put a curse&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on me from the sunroom for locking them in. Where the heck is my foil&lt;br /&gt;&gt;beanie to block all this nasty thoughts those guys send me????????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans (ha ha ha did ya see Mom take that one in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;face, that'll learn her for chasing us with the hose)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5166328770880627440?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5166328770880627440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5166328770880627440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5166328770880627440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5166328770880627440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-todays-trick.html' title='For Today&apos;s Trick'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-6980255859354759310</id><published>2007-12-22T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:12:26.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Springer</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 8 Aug 2002 18:05:56 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I can't believe it but I made it unscathed!!!!!!!! Can you believe&lt;br /&gt;it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hopped on clipped Tundra on the springer and away we went, no difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;worked like it was suppose to even with my assembly job. HOW COOL IS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;THAT!!!!!!!!! No I didn't go too far hell I was scared stiff from all the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;other times I went biking with Sibes. I couldn't seem to relax so the&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stop sign on the rural road was point of return. Of course none of you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;decided to remind me that I should dismount with the leg on the SIDE OF THE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BIKE WITHOUT THE SPRINGER. So that was almost an accident kinda wounded up&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the leg and almost landed on my keester :) Gee and I thought when I stood&lt;br /&gt;&gt;up this morning at the Gym and my head hit the machine, this was going to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a bad day :) Lump fits in well with the others on my head I already got :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-6980255859354759310?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/6980255859354759310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=6980255859354759310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6980255859354759310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/6980255859354759310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/springer.html' title='The Springer'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8557031947569277394</id><published>2007-12-22T08:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:11:58.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red's Vet Visit</title><content type='html'>On Tue, 27 Aug 2002 21:48:10 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well today was Big Red's first vet visit. She checked him over and I told&lt;br /&gt;&gt;her what I was concerned about. She thinks his weak back legs are hip&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dysplasia but he does well on them so will watch. Even though he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt;let us look in his mouth I told her about a bad tooth I saw and she agreed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that it was trouble from his very very bad breath that filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Most of his teeth are very good just a couple are a problem. She wants to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;biopsy the mass on his rectum to check it as it has some bumps she's&lt;br /&gt;worried&lt;br /&gt;&gt;about. We tested his eyes best we could and we have drops to see if it&lt;br /&gt;&gt;helps him or it may be too far gone to do anything for his sight. The toe&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nail cutting was an adventure which ended up with me on top of him on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;floor LOL I took a muzzle cause he does snap and it went on fine THE FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&gt;TIME, then when I had to put it on again NO WAY was he having any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm sporting some gouges and a sore hand and wrist from the bites but we&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;br /&gt;&gt;noose him with a rope finally to get it back on. His ears are healing well&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from all the fly bites. He goes back in 10 days for teeth check and&lt;br /&gt;biopsy,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had a pre-anesthetic profile taken to make sure he's okay to put under. So&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that's over with, now I have to figure out how to put EYE DROPS in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4 times a day!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone have a suit of armour they can lend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me??????????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8557031947569277394?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8557031947569277394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8557031947569277394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8557031947569277394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8557031947569277394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-reds-vet-visit.html' title='Big Red&apos;s Vet Visit'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5825495514240673111</id><published>2007-12-22T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:11:35.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Terrorists</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 12 Aug 2002 21:46:34 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Awoke this morning to find Composter in the middle of the yard again, FINE,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they WIN, composter comes out of backyard and into front yard. The chair&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;entertainment is now in a sad sad state so going to ask the neighbours that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gave it to the Sibes to get it out and take it to the dump the wrecking&lt;br /&gt;crew&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has done as good job of lightening the weight of it. Hooligans are&lt;br /&gt;&gt;presently stalking backyard in search of another conquest!!!!!! God help&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5825495514240673111?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5825495514240673111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5825495514240673111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5825495514240673111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5825495514240673111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/backyard-terrorists.html' title='Backyard Terrorists'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3296578935715104078</id><published>2007-12-22T08:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:11:10.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley's Arrival</title><content type='html'>On Thu, 15 Aug 2002 21:14:42 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Something tells me he's going to fit in here FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) Harley&lt;br /&gt;&gt;arrived today (FOSTER) and he's already been swarmed by the Hooligans and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;has Christened the sunroom LOL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3296578935715104078?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3296578935715104078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3296578935715104078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3296578935715104078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3296578935715104078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/harleys-arrival.html' title='Harley&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-5823074300634444126</id><published>2007-12-22T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:10:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley Howls</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 17 Aug 2002 11:40:52 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was napping this morning (up early Hound dog barking) and I had Harley&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Weaver outside the rest in the sunroom. Harley started the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&gt;howling out on the porch not too sad sounding just beautiful singing :) Of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;course then I brought him in a second ago watching him closely, turned for&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sip of coffee and he's peeing on my door LOL ugggggggh this will be a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;challenge :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-5823074300634444126?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/5823074300634444126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=5823074300634444126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5823074300634444126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/5823074300634444126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/harley-howls.html' title='Harley Howls'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-3545736168186026337</id><published>2007-12-22T08:09:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:10:08.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley</title><content type='html'>On Sat, 17 Aug 2002 07:55:17 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well I thought I'd give Harley a break from the Hooligans with the sore paw&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he has so I kept him with me or outside for the evening without said&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hooligans. For sleeping arrangements I put him in a fenced in pen with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Carl (Chihuahua trapped in a Hound Dogs body) and settled in for the&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7am rolls around and the hound dogs barking, scream several times at him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;through window give up and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OH LOOK dog pen now has 3 dogs in it as Pride the 3 legged wonder has dug a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hole into the pen. Pride has real issues with the new guy knowing he's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tough and boss.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Harley's leg is much much much improved this morning as is his breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He has a bit more of a glint in his eye and actually comes forward for a&lt;br /&gt;bit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;of loving. He had 3 meals yesterday and breakfast this morning was wolfed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down. I keep him separate for feeding as he is bound and determined to eat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everyone's which of course doesn't go over well for the guarding the bowl&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ritual we have.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I stuffed him with biscuits till he wanted no more :) and he was loving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;laying here with me chewing on a chewy I gave him. Will miss going to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wasaga Beach Siberian Party today but I think I'll just have a quiet day&lt;br /&gt;&gt;getting to know Harley :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Ever Growing Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-3545736168186026337?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/3545736168186026337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=3545736168186026337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3545736168186026337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/3545736168186026337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/harley.html' title='Harley'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-7603238956733273446</id><published>2007-12-22T08:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:09:45.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster Sibe Harley</title><content type='html'>On Fri, 16 Aug 2002 19:50:33 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hey people my foster Harley has been settling in here (got him Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and doing well. Not much known about him but was tied out all the time. I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;don't think he's had a lot of attention as he almost has a BLANK look about&lt;br /&gt;&gt;him. He likes attention but doesn't seek it. Somehow in the last couple&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hours he has sprained his front leg and is limping on it. I'm making a vet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;appointment for him in the morning to make sure, but is there any advice as&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to how to help him? He's been removed from the rest of the Pack and is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;laying with me in the computer room. Poor darling isn't house trained and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we've had a few accidents. My fault I had company and he didn't have my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;attention like he should. Company gone till Sunday night now so him and I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;can get acquainted and we can start with some grooming. They think he's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;around 5 but is wheezing quite a bit at present so will have that checked&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tomorrow too. I have some pictures of him if anyone wants to see the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;little darling :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-7603238956733273446?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/7603238956733273446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=7603238956733273446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7603238956733273446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/7603238956733273446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/foster-sibe-harley.html' title='Foster Sibe Harley'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-996875950047812780</id><published>2007-12-22T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:09:18.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature isn't Safe</title><content type='html'>On Wed, 19 Jun 2002 09:29:47 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So I just walked out to the backyard and there's WEAVER with something in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his mouth that looks like a gerbil. Yes its a chipmunk still very much&lt;br /&gt;&gt;alive and Weaver isn't having any of the drop it command. So I grab the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jaws and pry them apart where upon the Chipmunk grabbed my hand (I thought&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it was biting me) and I let go and we are back at square one. Well I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;finally pried the jaws open enough for it to land on the ground where upon&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;had two others running for it. I managed to stop them and the chipmunk ran&lt;br /&gt;&gt;under my deck, all spit covered and limping :( I wish I could have done&lt;br /&gt;&gt;more for the poor darling but I was only thinking of getting it out of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jaws before damage was done :( Damn sometimes the pry drive of these&lt;br /&gt;&gt;babies upsets me :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;On a different note I just clipped Prides toenails and his deformed paw has&lt;br /&gt;&gt;nails that are bizarre to say the least. All were grown pretty long I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;THOUGHT :( but the last one wasn't and we had a bleeder. Put him on his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;back and kissed him while I put copious amounts of Styptic Powder on to&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bleeding. He's such a good boy :) Now I have to shampoo the carpet :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-996875950047812780?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/996875950047812780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=996875950047812780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/996875950047812780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/996875950047812780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/nature-isnt-safe.html' title='Nature isn&apos;t Safe'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11599111.post-8419216784021908152</id><published>2007-12-22T08:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:08:57.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Trim Day</title><content type='html'>On Mon, 2 Sep 2002 13:53:18 -0400, Marilyn Hubley &lt;mhubley@sympatico.ca&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Well the Hubley Hooligan Household is running at full capacity. The other&lt;br /&gt;&gt;day was nail trimming day YAHOOOOOOo NOT. Everyone was exceptionally&lt;br /&gt;&gt;co-operative EVEN the hound that hates his feet touched, okay ALL BUT&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ONE!!!!!!!! Pride gal dang little bugger I've been having such a problem&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with him and his dominance crap he's pulling on EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then there's the Malamute rescue, I'm suppose to put drops in his eyes 4&lt;br /&gt;&gt;times a day YA RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! Never happen already wasted half the&lt;br /&gt;bottle&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and been bitten. I guess I'm going to have to muzzle him (without getting&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my arm taken off) and wrestle the old bugger to get his eye drops in 4&lt;br /&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a day ;( ugh so not looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So today I just get out of the shower and get a call from a fellow dog&lt;br /&gt;lover&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and saver down the way. Has a guy at her front door trying to find someone&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to take his dog (female lab) cause they are moving and the people that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;bought their house were suppose to take the dog but won't now and the place&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they are moving to won't take a dog. YADA YADA YADA hence they have to&lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a place or I assume will dump the dog :( Well the girl can't take another&lt;br /&gt;&gt;female, females are a nasty bunch of critters tend to fight hers are worse&lt;br /&gt;&gt;than mine and I only have two but they will kill each other too. So what&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I to do???? This dog needs a home or might be let loose and hurt ???? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they are on their way over and I'll take the darling (long weekend up&lt;br /&gt;here),&lt;br /&gt;&gt;try to pump them for a donation to getting it spayed and call the Animal&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Control people tomorrow I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Some days I hate the human race that can dump their problems and move on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;like nothing happened. I pray one day this world will become respectful of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;animals but I know I won't see it in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marilyn &amp;amp; The Hubley Hooligans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11599111-8419216784021908152?l=hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/feeds/8419216784021908152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11599111&amp;postID=8419216784021908152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8419216784021908152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11599111/posts/default/8419216784021908152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubleyhooligans.blogspot.com/2007/12/nail-trim-day.html' title='Nail Trim Day'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-d-DU05JlQ/S3cF7QsShuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZZkr4ymFFPY/S220/DSC_1344+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
