<?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-6781569201978794825</id><updated>2011-05-31T19:43:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Frannie the Basset Hound</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781569201978794825.post-9127622777576554422</id><published>2008-10-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:16:24.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frannie's Big Fix</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my day. Moms got up early as usual and feed everybody and left me out. I should have known that something was up. Mom Pauline put me in the car and we had a long drive and then we got out at this nice place and went in. I have been there before. I met several dogs, some weren't feeling so good and others were anxious to play. I was at my best, feeling good, walking strong and acting as the one man greeting committee at the door. Then mom left and they took me back where they were a lot of people. They all seemed busy, I was a little scrared because I really did not know any of them. Then I heard one of them say its her turn and they picked me up and I went into a deep sleep. When I woke up I was miserable. I had not been out to pee and poop and my stomach hurt. I thought maybe someone had gotten mad at me but mom kept reassuring me that it was necessary for me to have this operation because I did not need to have any puppies. Guess she knows what she is talking about. Because I have come to trust her I knew she would take care of me and she put me in the car for the long ride home. When I got home she gave the appropiate amount of Rimadyl, told the other dogs to go easy and put me in a well padded crate so I could rest. She assures me I will feel better in the morning and I believe her. The medicine is taking effect and I am off for a long nights sleep. Will let you know how the next few days go. Love, Frannie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781569201978794825-9127622777576554422?l=franniecbhr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/feeds/9127622777576554422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781569201978794825&amp;postID=9127622777576554422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/9127622777576554422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/9127622777576554422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/2008/10/frannies-big-fix.html' title='Frannie&apos;s Big Fix'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781569201978794825.post-4290367409344323787</id><published>2008-10-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:47:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Basset!</title><content type='html'>I got to tell you this growing up has been a lot of fun. Today my moms mixed breed, Eddie was teaching me to dig ground moles. I had so much dirt on my nose i could hardly breath. Then firecracker was teaching me to dig bulbs out of the garden. I heard mom say that will come to an end when the chicken wire goes over the garden. Sometimes she spoils all the fun. I went to the vet last week for my 3rd set of shots and got my rabies as well. It is now safe for me to go to events so I will be at the Halloween party. I won't tell you what my costume will be, it will be a surprise. My surgery, spay is planned for the end of October and then off I go to a new home. Mom says it is best and I have to trust her. I sometimes think that she is not right in the head because she says how much she loves me and wants to keep me and then says it is best for me to find a permanent home. I hope she know what she is doing because my life is in her hands.Boy am I tired. I have been playing and learning so much today. I think that mom is tired and needs some rest, both moms work very hard and I wish them a good sleep. Will sign off for now. Frannie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781569201978794825-4290367409344323787?l=franniecbhr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/feeds/4290367409344323787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781569201978794825&amp;postID=4290367409344323787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/4290367409344323787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/4290367409344323787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy-basset.html' title='Busy Busy Basset!'/><author><name>Kimburrkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06498904689069427591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781569201978794825.post-9093411051611530026</id><published>2008-10-05T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:17:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I am outside playing with the other members of the pack right now. it is a beautiful day here and i am very grateful that I am here and can have all this fun. I have been trying to carry this ball around that is twice as big as my mouth. I have come a long way since those early days when I weighed 4 lbs. I now weigh about 12 lbs and growing stronger everyday. My foster mom would not baby me because  I have a slight impairment and she threw me in with the other dogs. ( I saw her watching through the window and I knew she would not let me get hurt) I have gotten strong and when I don't like something I have no trouble voicing my protest. I can go up a few stairs but I use the ramp most of the time. I am a hardy eater but do like a little canned food mixed with my kibbles. Well I better go see what Eleanor is doing. She is always ready to play. Frannie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781569201978794825-9093411051611530026?l=franniecbhr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/feeds/9093411051611530026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781569201978794825&amp;postID=9093411051611530026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/9093411051611530026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781569201978794825/posts/default/9093411051611530026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franniecbhr.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-i-am-outside-playing-with-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Pauline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09701780915154285637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781569201978794825.post-5357215996298585814</id><published>2008-09-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:42:15.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to introduce myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SN_l_5zINgI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/eZC6BVrcqJo/s1600-h/frannie4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168576547075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oxZy7GkO3M/SN_l_5zINgI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/eZC6BVrcqJo/s320/frannie4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi you'll. I have been named Frannie and I think that suits me. I am about a few months old now old and came to the shelter as a stray. Its kinda funny that they listed me as a stray because I was born with a birth defect and I have no joints in my hips or back legs. The doctors says I do not have a femoral head on one of my legs, and neither leg seats normally in the socket but I get along fine. Honestly, this is only a minor thing however. I can walk and I throw my back legs out and waddle back and forth. Foster mom told me about this thing called the waddle. Can't wait until the waddle. I might just be the waddle queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like it here at my foster home. There is another special needs hound here and she and I have bonded quite nicely. I always try to keep up and play with the other hounds and most the time you would never know my hind quarters aren't in full motion. There is also another puppy here in my foster home, so we are always busy doing our puppy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My special needs won't slow me down much and I am will lead a full life. I have lots of love to give a special family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh- I forgot to mention, I am a movie star! 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