<?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-5531189</id><updated>2011-12-22T22:14:38.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PomRescue.com inc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-7516552369187826587</id><published>2011-12-22T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:14:38.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast of the book 'Tracker Jack the story of puppy mill rescues' by Elaine Harris</title><summary type='text'>Podcast of the book 'Tracker Jack the story of puppy mill rescues' by Elaine Harris</summary><link 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rescues&apos; by Elaine Harris'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-5118562872238779662</id><published>2011-12-22T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:29:33.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Spoiler alert - this has a happy ending!* Tracker Jack in the Box book on video written and read by Elaine Harris To learn more about rescue dogs, please visit our website pomrescue.com/blog1/Here are the actual DETAILS of their rescue and the bust of the puppy mill.http://pomrescue.com/blog1/?page_id=28Donations gladly accepted!PomRescue.com incPO Box 482Drayton SC 29333</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qj7cqqe6fu8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-6290831348532920266</id><published>2011-05-10T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:30:34.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mollie tells a joke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/6290831348532920266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=6290831348532920266' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/6008723592451719382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=6008723592451719382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/6008723592451719382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/6008723592451719382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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><media:thumbnail 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She was 'found' by some people that were getting citations for neglecting their yard full of Pitt bulls. When animal control knocked on their door, Razzy came running out. They told animal control that she was not theirs and they had just 'found' her, so the officers took her to the pound. The Humane Society contacted us and met us to turn her over to us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/4883061154421972137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=4883061154421972137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/4883061154421972137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/4883061154421972137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2011/05/raspberry-was-rescued-from-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-4778293447876777709</id><published>2007-06-27T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:18:31.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Faces of PomRescue.com</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/4778293447876777709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=4778293447876777709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/4778293447876777709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/4778293447876777709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-of-faces-of-pomrescuecom.html' title='Some of the Faces of PomRescue.com'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-111490245261119232</id><published>2005-04-30T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:56:44.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How PomRescue.com, Inc was "born"Part 2</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111490245261119232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111490245261119232' title='4 Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-111489964241941873</id><published>2005-04-30T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:48:24.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The differences in 'puppy mill' dogs</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111489964241941873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111489964241941873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111489964241941873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111489964241941873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2005/04/differences-in-puppy-mill-dogs_30.html' title='The differences in &apos;puppy mill&apos; dogs'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-111473872719011132</id><published>2005-04-28T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:42:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind dogs Part 2</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111473872719011132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111473872719011132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111473851979211574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111473851979211574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111473851979211574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111473851979211574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2005/04/blind-dogs-part-1.html' title='Blind dogs Part 1'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-111472485727857442</id><published>2005-04-28T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:55:47.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be a little kinder...........</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111472485727857442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111472485727857442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111472485727857442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111472485727857442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-me-be-little-kinder.html' title='Let me be a little kinder...........'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-111469582043201740</id><published>2005-04-28T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:55:31.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking puppy mills in the face and not backing down, the Animal Defense League Fund took on the owners of Tracker Jack's puppy mill and SHUT THEM DOWN! I am holding Tracker Jackie (Jack's daughter) and BeBe(named in honor of Buba) as I type. The picture below is Tracker Jackie's face. She and Bebe are toothless and blind. I feel so blessed to have been a part of their rescue.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/111469582043201740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=111469582043201740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111469582043201740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/111469582043201740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2005/04/looking-puppy-mills-in-face-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-110696721111664274</id><published>2005-01-28T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:55:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Godspeed little Bubba!Imprisoned with Tracker Jack for years in the puppy mill, Bubba was able to live a year knowing love and happiness. Unfortunately his little body could not make it any longer. Bubba passed while he lay in his 'Moma's arms.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/110696721111664274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=110696721111664274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/110696721111664274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/110696721111664274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2005/01/godspeed-little-bubba-imprisoned-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-109582010128706307</id><published>2004-09-21T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:54:57.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seven pommies in the sun.It is very difficult to get them in one area to get a picture of them all at one time. This was a beautiful day and they were all running around the yard like little children.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/109582010128706307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=109582010128706307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109582010128706307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109582010128706307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/09/seven-pommies-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-109304774754973084</id><published>2004-08-20T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:54:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"&gt;"The Lord is near the broken-hearted; He saves those crushed in spirit."(Psalm 34:18)I read this scripture and I think this must be true. I look at the latest two rescue boys that I picked up at the Humane Society yesterday. They were not only broken hearted, but broken bodied and crushed in spirit. Their little thin starved bodies, covered in fleas, scabs, and hanging mats of fur. These babies</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/109304774754973084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=109304774754973084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109304774754973084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109304774754973084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/08/lord-is-near-broken-hearted-he-saves.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-109140234725767763</id><published>2004-08-01T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:52:56.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack went with me to my parents summer getaway, where we met a retired couple that fell in love with him! They would like to adopt a rescue some time in the future.This is my mother and our newest rescue, Tanner on the left, then Tracker Jack, and Mom's Sweetie. Tanner was a stray and Sweetie was rescued from a puppy mill in the Spring of 2003. All of us enjoyed the cool air in the NC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/109140234725767763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=109140234725767763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109140234725767763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/109140234725767763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/08/tracker-jack-went-with-me-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108803682055021031</id><published>2004-06-23T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:52:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack his first day with me, after being rescued from a puppy mill a month earlier.MSNBC will be airing the National Geographic Ultimate Explorer episode"Love Those Dogs" onSATURDAY, JUNE 26, at9:00 pm Eastern.This program shows film of the puppy mill where Tracker Jack, Sassy Pants and Bubba were rescued. You will see Tracker Jack and Bubba as their rescue takes place. Please watch and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108803682055021031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108803682055021031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108803682055021031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108803682055021031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/06/tracker-jack-his-first-day-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108734318064146830</id><published>2004-06-15T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:51:31.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack had mail today...REAL MAIL! Odean Cusack from Pennsylvania sent Tracker Jack the most beautiful blanket that her Mother, Evajean Cusack, hand made especially for him. She enclosed a lovely note that said they thought he would enjoy the red white and blue, 'since you are such a Yankee Doodle Dandy!' It is just so beautiful and soft - he loved it right away! He lost no time in making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108734318064146830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108734318064146830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108734318064146830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108734318064146830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/06/tracker-jack-had-mail-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108690243510549516</id><published>2004-06-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:51:03.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby BearI have another new rescue. A young, small black bear-Pommy. He is scared to death and a fear biter. The man called me and said he had been loose and someone must have kicked him, but that he was still alive..... All his hair has been chopped off. He bit the man and he showed me the bite in the parking lot of the grocery store. He signed an owner surrender release and then hung him by the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108690243510549516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108690243510549516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108690243510549516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108690243510549516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/06/baby-bear-i-have-another-new-rescue.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108681406436829710</id><published>2004-06-09T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:50:31.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack has been feeling wonderful these days. I think that the warm weather has made him feel better. He was running around the upstairs this morning like a puppy.Tracker Jack thinks he is a star and should have his own office!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108681406436829710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108681406436829710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108681406436829710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108681406436829710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/06/tracker-jack-has-been-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108458272379360265</id><published>2004-05-14T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:50:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This picture gives you an idea of how tiny Tracker Jack is. This cat is actually bigger than he is and she is an average size cat!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108458272379360265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108458272379360265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108458272379360265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108458272379360265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-picture-gives-you-idea-of-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108430606757363299</id><published>2004-05-11T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:53:55.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack was barking into this box - it held his new treats.Here is just a small bit of Tracker Jack's voice recording:Track 1 Tracker Jack 02 1 bark.WMA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108430606757363299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108430606757363299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108430606757363299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108430606757363299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/05/tracker-jack-was-barking-into-this-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-108403666374048383</id><published>2004-05-08T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:48:26.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great NEWS!! Tracker Jack  and Trevor have learned to walk on a leash with a harness.Trevor would always crouch down when you put the lead on him. With a little cheese and a little patience he is enjoying his new secure freedom on a leash. He just looks so beautiful trotting around with his full coat dragging the ground like a ball gown.Tracker Jack took to the leash very well. He will follow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108403666374048383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108403666374048383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/05/great-news-tracker-jack-and-trevor.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108333450998079739</id><published>2004-04-30T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:47:23.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little blind Trevor enjoying the sunshine and flowers. Just look at that 'smile'!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108333450998079739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108333450998079739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/little-blind-trevor-enjoying-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108294314048623506</id><published>2004-04-25T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:45:14.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sure most every one has heard of the 'Red Hat Society'. My mother has become a member and opened her own chapter. This group has been inspired by the poem called 'The Warning' by Jenny Joseph. It tells all of the things this woman wants to do when she becomes old and wears purple and red.I decided to write my own and would like to share it here."Purple and Red "by Elaine HarrisAs I become an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108294314048623506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108294314048623506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-sure-most-every-one-has-heard-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108286091112674828</id><published>2004-04-24T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:43:09.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack running in the back yardFour days ago Tracker Jack suffered a seizure.He was happily snoring away on his bed under my computer desk when I sensed something was wrong. He was standing frozen, eyes glazed, right below my chair. I lifted him up and he was just frozen, his eyes didn't blink and his tongue was turning blue. I reached and tried to pull his tongue forward to relieve the seal he had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108286091112674828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108286091112674828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/jack-running-in-back-yard-four-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108212136536713850</id><published>2004-04-16T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:42:13.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are pics I took 2 days ago while all the Poms were resting. They all are doing so well. Tracker Jack is getting stronger every day. Trevor is so loving and happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108212136536713850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108212136536713850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/these-are-pics-i-took-2-days-ago-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108171965602902142</id><published>2004-04-11T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:41:55.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We pray that you all had a meaningful Easter and got to relax and spend time with family, and reflect and remember what Christ did for us, and the miracle of His rising from the tomb so we could have his eternal salvation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108171965602902142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108171965602902142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/we-pray-that-you-all-had-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108156442426370794</id><published>2004-04-09T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:41:29.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack looks so sad in this picture. Sometimes I catch him looking like this. I was out of town one day this week and it was the longest that I had been away from him since he had come home. He was very pitiful and a bit standoffish for a while after I returned. He limped a little more on his right rear leg and I am reminded again of just how fragile he still is. A wave of unChristian like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108156442426370794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108156442426370794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/04/tracker-jack-looks-so-sad-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108069757515464652</id><published>2004-03-30T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:37:55.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I have been thinking about the Petfest one of the strongest memories I have is of the Special Olympics children, that were in town for the Special Olympic games. One of them was a young man that came up to us and just gently stroked Jack's fur. He never said a word. Just looked at Jack and his eyes filled up with tears as he shook his head and kept stroking the rough orange fur.I knew what he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108069757515464652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108069757515464652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/as-i-have-been-thinking-about-petfest.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108060628330930897</id><published>2004-03-29T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:37:30.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                          Petfest : Bilo Center, Greenville,SCMy husband, sister(Melinda),Tracker Jack and I, attended the Petfest in Greenville, SC at the Bilo Center on March 28th to represent PMR and try to inform people of the horrors of puppy mills. We thank those who came out and see us and the 'Super Dogs' show.It was one of the most exciting and rewarding days I have ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108060628330930897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108060628330930897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/petfest-bilo-center-greenvillesc-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-108033979497581658</id><published>2004-03-26T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:12:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/108033979497581658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=108033979497581658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108033979497581658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/108033979497581658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107993382931936547</id><published>2004-03-22T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:46:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tucker's ears.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107993382931936547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107993382931936547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/tuckers-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107939722548588279</id><published>2004-03-15T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T17:20:59.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> These are my two special needs boys. Aren't they just the sweetest things?  Tracker Jack has become my constant shadow. I had no idea he would be able to move so fast, but he trots along behind me wherever I go. He is going to have a gorgeous coat. It is amazing how thick it is starting to feel. He has been out of the puppy mill 3 months now. Boy- has his life ever changed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107939722548588279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107939722548588279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107939722548588279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107939722548588279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/these-are-my-two-special-needs-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107888332456730881</id><published>2004-03-09T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:43:37.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trevor is smiling. This is one of his favorite toys. He does not realize he has a handicap. Trevor thinks everyone is blind, just like him. He is a sweet and happy boy. It is so easy to love him and take care of him. I feel so blessed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107888332456730881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107888332456730881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/trevor-is-smiling.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107888299084560990</id><published>2004-03-09T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:45:40.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love this photo. Tracker Jack is no longer behind any bars- except bars of sunshine. The sun was streaming in through the blinds and I thought -'What a contrast these bars are to the bars he was behind just a few months ago.' He is very happy now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107888299084560990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107888299084560990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-love-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107828115177286185</id><published>2004-03-02T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:12:26.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Here you can see that Jack has a crook at the end of his tail, as if it had been broken at some time.This is the fur on his back. See how thick and deep orange it is getting?*I wanted to update you on Tracker Jack's condition. He grows stronger by the day. He is getting a lot more fur back and all the Poms had a medicated bath on Sunday. It is not enough just to treat Jack's fungus, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107828115177286185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107828115177286185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107828115177286185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107828115177286185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-you-can-see-that-jack-has-crook.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107807007240007108</id><published>2004-02-29T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:39:39.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exciting things have been happening! I attended the Book Festival sponsored by the Humanities Council yesterday in Columbia, SC.Tracker Jack and PuppyMillRescue have inspired me to attempt to write a juvenile fiction book. The tentative name will be 'Tracker Jack in the Box, a story of puppy mill rescues'. It will feature Tracker Jack, Sassy Pants, and Bubba.Sassy Pants and Bubba, for those of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107807007240007108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107807007240007108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/exciting-things-have-been-happening-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107746700081819368</id><published>2004-02-22T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:38:34.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest This is a letter from one of Tracker Jack's rescue angels.  She was gracious enough to allow me to share it with you.Dear Tracker Jack,The day you were rescued from the puppy mill was scary for you, so you may not remember me.I would like to re-introduce myself as I am one of the two ladies that held you that day.As you were not use to human kindness and car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107746700081819368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107746700081819368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107729977047910086</id><published>2004-02-20T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:36:08.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107729977047910086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107729977047910086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107707817437321643</id><published>2004-02-17T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:35:41.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digestHEADLINES-- "Tracker Jack Conquers Steps!" (well almost....He did the first 5!)Steps of achievementSome how Tracker Jack got himself down the first set of steps from the upstairs floor. ( I shudder to think how he did it, and am glad the steps are carpeted)Timber ran up and down, trying to show him the way up. Before long I noticed her and went to see what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107707817437321643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107707817437321643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/tracker-jack-continuing-digest.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-10767099852200888</id><published>2004-02-13T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:34:06.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK YOU!I would like to thank my husbands co-workers for the March of DimesValentine basket. It was given to him along with the note "Please forgive us, your cold hearted co-workers". We hope that the more people that read this blog, the more that people will become educated about puppy mills.The horrors that these dogs go through is really no laughing matter and the people that rescue them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/10767099852200888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/10767099852200888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/thank-you-i-would-like-to-thank-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107627861834771753</id><published>2004-02-08T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:32:53.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+Tracker Jack loves to hear me read his 'fannymail' ( that is his fan email.)So if you would like to send him an email you can click on the Tracker Jack box link on the right or send it to TrackerJack box@aol.comThanks to the good Lord, Jack is no longer the 'Jack in the box' of the horrible puppy mill, but Tracker Jack, the very much loved PomRescue.com, Inc ambassadog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107627861834771753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107627861834771753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/tracker-jack-loves-to-hear-me-read-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107624632501178735</id><published>2004-02-08T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T16:08:04.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday Feb 14 at 8:00 pm the MSNBC National Geographic Ultimate Explore "Love those Dogs" was  shown again. If there is any way possible in the future please watch it. It is very informative. Education is the key to stopping the puppy mills."Our love for dogs also has a dark side. A group of dog-loving volunteers goes undercover to investigate the demand for pet dogs, particularly purebreds. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107624632501178735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107624632501178735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107624632501178735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107624632501178735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/national-geographic-ultimate-explorer.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107616210990496880</id><published>2004-02-07T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:31:17.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Tracker Jack              2/7/04On Sunday, Feb 8 at 8:00 &amp; 11:00 pm Tracker Jack was on MSNBC National Geographic Explorer. They did show undercover film footage from the very same puppy mill Tracker Jack was rescued from.  Tracker Jack, Bubba, Gracie and George the Poms and others were shown. It was very difficult for me to watch, but I am so glad that the horrors of puppy mills were exposed.To</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107616210990496880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107616210990496880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/tracker-jack-2704-on-sunday-feb-8-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107602529608111157</id><published>2004-02-05T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:30:00.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trevor - Tracker Jack - Timber - TuckerTracker Jack- the continuing digest There was puppy play in this house this evening. ALL the pups joined in.  Jack was running and chasing for a little bit.He has been checking out the toy box too.Soon- it  will be his turn to go to Petsmart to pick out his very own toy, like Trevor did. He is healing up very well. His feet are still black on the ends of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107602529608111157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107602529608111157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/trevor-tracker-jack-timber-tucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107576410410644274</id><published>2004-02-02T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:29:24.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have been receiving some very special emails. They have been so encouraging and touching. It was time that our Tracker Jack had his own email address.If you would like to contact us, you can reach us at :TrackerJack box@AOL.comThank you all who have written. It is so nice to hear about how Trevor and Tracker Jack's stories have touched you in some way.Tracker Jack has been a sleepy fellow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107576410410644274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107576410410644274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/we-have-been-receiving-some-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107568149952919421</id><published>2004-02-01T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:56:12.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest He RAN!!!!It was the most amazing thing.I had the pups in the back yard while the sun was shining and it was fairly warm.Tracker Jack has been sort of toddling around on his wobbly legs.Timber was racing back and forth beside the fence.It must have looked like so much fun that he decided to try it.Next thing I knew he was running.He ran half the length of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107568149952919421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107568149952919421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/02/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-he-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107559693936692653</id><published>2004-01-31T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:27:57.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digestMy sister came to visit me and met Tracker Jack today for the first time. He has been with us three weeks today.He ran behind a wall when he saw her come in. Then I picked him up - and he would not look her in the eyes, trembling with fear.I held him close as he relaxed and then I showed her the scarring of the hand print on his back, his dead toe nails, sparse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107559693936692653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107559693936692653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107549945531607239</id><published>2004-01-30T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:26:50.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest                                      Tracker Jack has had his surgery!Jack is now back home from the veterinarian's office.We felt he was strong enough to go ahead and have the neuter, because he has been doing so well.I dreaded it and am really glad we went and got it over with. This should be the end of all his trauma for a long time (forever I hope). He is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107549945531607239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107549945531607239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-tracker.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107525452412149611</id><published>2004-01-27T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:25:21.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack-Little blind Trevor and Tracker Jack are getting to be good friends. It's like they understand the bond of being a rescue.This morning I forgot to move slowly and I reached to pick Jack up from behind with out warning him. He gave an awful yelp, as he thought someone was going to hurt him. Poor boy, I don't have any idea what he has been through.I gave all four of the pups medicated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107525452412149611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107525452412149611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-little-blind-trevor-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-107506647411771738</id><published>2004-01-25T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T16:57:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 8He wagged his tail!!! Tracker Jack stood there and looked at me and there it went back and forth, back and forth, then stopped.  I reached down and gently picked him up trying hard not to cry. This was the first time I had seen this little boy actually wag his tail. I suppose life in a puppy mill doesn't give you much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107506647411771738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107506647411771738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107506647411771738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107506647411771738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107491559382766881</id><published>2004-01-23T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:55:04.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                      A friend of my husband has found this site very amusing and is telling everyone at his work about it. Now my husband is at the wrong end of a bunch of silly jokes and pranks. Because he has a big heart and opens his home to ones that others might find 'broken' or misfits and allows me to be myself and care for these animals(which comes as natural to me as breathing) and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107491559382766881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107491559382766881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107491559382766881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107491559382766881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/friend-of-my-husband-has-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107491153607945851</id><published>2004-01-23T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:33:45.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 7I took Tracker Jack back to the veterinarian's office to have his Distemper combo shot today. She confirmed that he does have ring worm, a fungus that causes skin problems and can be contagious. I have been treating him for that so already he has shown marked improvement. It took the test nearly two weeks to show results.He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107491153607945851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107491153607945851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107491153607945851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107491153607945851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107478542191724151</id><published>2004-01-22T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:37:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 6Yesterday I moved my computer from the basement up to my daughter's old room. It is much more comfortable up here. Last night I went downstairs to heat a cup of tea for 2 min in the microwave and by the time I got back upstairs(only 2.5 min later) Jack was in a panic! The other pups were up here with him and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107478542191724151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107478542191724151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107478542191724151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107478542191724151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107464066875863036</id><published>2004-01-20T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:17:55.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 5We had Jack's follow up Vet visit yesterday.  I am still a little unerved by it.  I get nervous when I care so much.His lungs were clear and he had gained from 4.8 lb to 5.2 lb.He was able to have his Rabies, and Bordatella vaccines today but she wanted to split the vaccines so he will have his DHLP-PV Friday. She gave him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107464066875863036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107464066875863036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107464066875863036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107464066875863036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107448084084139772</id><published>2004-01-18T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:57:56.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 4  Jack's breathing has been louder today and he has not had as much energy as yesterday. He does not rest well unless he is in my arms. I think he likes nothing better than to sleep in my lap, trusting me enough to watch over him, even with his belly side up. As you probably know this is a dogs most vulnerable position. An enemy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107448084084139772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107448084084139772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107448084084139772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107448084084139772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107429450486957727</id><published>2004-01-16T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:28:51.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack in his new sweaterIt has been interesting seeing Timber, Tucker, and Trevor interact with Tracker Jack.  They are much nicer than people when it comes to accepting those that are needy and weak.Timber was especially interested in seeing where Tracker Jack had his tooth pulled. They enjoy playing together.I look forward to posting pictures of T. Jack in a few months so all can see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107429450486957727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107429450486957727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107429450486957727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107429450486957727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/jack-in-his-new-sweater-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107417549462402985</id><published>2004-01-15T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:11:26.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 3Little Tracker Jack is on my lap on a dryer warmed blanket I picked him up on. He gets cold easy. His feet seem to stay cold.  He follows me every where. We worked on the steps yesterday. He did one up all by himself. He barks at his reflection in the glass doors. It is so cute! I went shopping yesterday and bought four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107417549462402985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107417549462402985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107417549462402985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107417549462402985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107404204357095610</id><published>2004-01-13T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T17:44:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack- the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue Chapter 2This has been an emotional day for me.  I am having a battle inside to get over the anger I feel at what had been done to Jack at the puppy mill.  Thank God for PuppyMillRescue!  Yesterday at the Vet, one of the first things the technician noticed was the scarring in the shape of a handprint on the pink skin of his back. As if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107404204357095610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107404204357095610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107404204357095610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107404204357095610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107384135449907460</id><published>2004-01-11T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T09:16:55.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracker Jack-  the continuing digest of a PuppyMillrescue My mother drove me all the way to Murrells Inlet, SC to meet with Cindy and Donna of PuppyMillRescue.  They were carrying precious cargo from South Port, NC.  I call him 'Tracker Jack', sort of like the yummy snack, Cracker Jack.  Tracker lived his whole life in a wooden box at a NC puppymill. His backside was so caked with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107384135449907460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107384135449907460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107384135449907460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107384135449907460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/tracker-jack-continuing-digest-of_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107342575028338394</id><published>2004-01-06T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:52:04.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                          My husband, human kids, and furkids!A funny story- I have no idea who wrote it. Just enjoy!!                                       Ole Spot A group of country neighbors wanted to get together on a regular basisand socialize. As a result, about 10 couples formed a dinner club andagreed to meet for dinner at a different neighbor's house each month. When it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107342575028338394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107342575028338394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107342575028338394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107342575028338394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-husband-human-kids-and-furkids.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107335071695731934</id><published>2004-01-05T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T20:01:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this picture at a thrift store.  I hang it over my computer to keep me motivated to help the helpless as much as I am able.                          Saint Francis of AssissiIf you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow man. - Saint Francis of Assissi- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107335071695731934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107335071695731934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107335071695731934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107335071695731934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-found-this-picture-at-thrift-store.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107331096692118987</id><published>2004-01-05T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:40:09.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sharon with her blind and deaf red Min Pin This is my sister Sharon with her blind and deaf red Min Pin 'Spunky Monkey' and her little girl 'Money Penny'.  When she asked me if she should consider adopting a blind and deaf dog, I was all for it.  Mackenna (my AOL Pom pal) had adopted a senior blind and deaf Pom, now named 'Scupper Pup', and he has done so well and been such a blessing. He  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107331096692118987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107331096692118987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107331096692118987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107331096692118987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/sharon-with-her-blind-and-deaf-red-min.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107323037750440527</id><published>2004-01-04T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:44:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                      Dad and their puppy mill survivor 'Sweetie' (aka Isabella)                                They are both survivors in my book!The Old Man and His DogAuthor is unknown to me - found this at  http://geocities.com/dennis_smith362/p7.htm        "Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!" my father yelled at me. "Can't        you do anything right?"        Those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107323037750440527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107323037750440527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107323037750440527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107323037750440527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/dad-and-their-puppy-mill-survivor.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107306815246165731</id><published>2004-01-02T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T13:30:20.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                      This is Jack from                                                 http://puppymillrescue.com/ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107306815246165731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107306815246165731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107306815246165731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107306815246165731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2004/01/this-is-jack-from-httppuppymillrescue.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107224003131554406</id><published>2003-12-23T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:28:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Christmas Story                                                         (author unknown to me)Long ago in the deepest of winters all of the animals on earth were abuzz with news. "He is Born!  HE IS BORN!" cried the snowy owl. "Come one and all"  " Rejoice" roared the mighty lion.  "Bring gifts to the new King" the deer hurried. The forest grew bright with the din of excitement.  Every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107224003131554406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107224003131554406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107224003131554406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107224003131554406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-story-author-unknown-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107222676048250581</id><published>2003-12-23T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:52:30.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What can I give Him,Poor as I am?If I were a shepherd,I would bring a lamb;If I were a wise man,I would do my part;Yet what I can give Him-Give my heart.                                               Christina Rossetti</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107222676048250581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107222676048250581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107222676048250581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107222676048250581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-can-i-give-him-poor-as-i-am-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107154107622122071</id><published>2003-12-15T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:18:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pommies got in a little trouble when Trevor grabbed the reins!!!Tucker has been playing too many reindeer games!We found a way to make a virtual card(believe it or not-on the budweiser site!) if you would like to hear him speak (he has developed a Scottish accent- he refuses to speak with a southern drawl!) check out Trevors talking spot at:http://veepers02.budweiser.com/service/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107154107622122071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107154107622122071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107154107622122071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107154107622122071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/pommies-got-in-little-trouble-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107150178225292764</id><published>2003-12-15T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:28:09.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SANTA PAWS CAME FOR AN EARLY VISIT ! Tucker and Timber were very excited!Trevor sat still 'as pretty as a picture'!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107150178225292764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107150178225292764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107150178225292764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107150178225292764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/santa-paws-came-for-early-visit-tucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107066947071754037</id><published>2003-12-05T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T19:11:51.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trevor loves Christmas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107066947071754037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107066947071754037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107066947071754037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107066947071754037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/trevor-loves-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-107058308624978747</id><published>2003-12-04T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T19:12:06.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Christmas approaches - the Poms are busy readying the sleigh......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/107058308624978747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=107058308624978747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107058308624978747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/107058308624978747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/12/as-christmas-approaches-poms-are-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106886424987632063</id><published>2003-11-14T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:53:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pom Pups want to say happy Thanksgiving in their own special way:The first Thanksgiving was enjoyed when the Pilgrims.............and the Indians got together.....to give thanks to God, ........... and to eat Tucky -  oOOps! ...... that is TURKEY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106886424987632063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106886424987632063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106886424987632063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106886424987632063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/pom-pups-want-to-say-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106868621752584715</id><published>2003-11-12T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:16:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trevor's PicsHere is Trevor the day after I picked him up, and here is his fuzzy little self now Nov, 2003</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106868621752584715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106868621752584715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106868621752584715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106868621752584715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/trevors-pics-here-is-trevor-day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106842467259120529</id><published>2003-11-09T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:37:50.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAD DOG!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106842467259120529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106842467259120529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106842467259120529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106842467259120529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/bad-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106833403935366713</id><published>2003-11-08T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T18:27:17.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pomeranian Crossword PuzzleNon interactive webb page xword puzzle.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106833403935366713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106833403935366713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106833403935366713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106833403935366713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/pomeranian-crossword-puzzle-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106807321180391342</id><published>2003-11-05T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:00:10.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My daughter Jenny and Tucker.........And they call it 'Puppy Love'........ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106807321180391342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106807321180391342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106807321180391342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106807321180391342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-daughter-jenny-and-tucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106807261340345909</id><published>2003-11-05T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:53:22.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dogs and Drive through windows!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106807261340345909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106807261340345909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106807261340345909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106807261340345909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/11/dogs-and-drive-through-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106634963952630546</id><published>2003-10-16T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T19:17:54.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Adventures of 'DENTAL DOGS' Helping to save the canines of canines everywhere!  Their mission is to educate other pooches about the importance of brushing and caring for their choppers. They firmly believe there is no reason a dog has to have doggy breath!  ;0)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106634963952630546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106634963952630546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106634963952630546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106634963952630546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/adventures-of-dental-dogs-helping-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106600837694387246</id><published>2003-10-12T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:26:16.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fun day dog showThis show should have been renamed to the Hot dog show. It was quite hot and steamy. I entered Tucker in the 'cutest tail' class.  Trevor in the 'best adopted dog' class and  Trevor and Tucker as 'Hairy Potter' and 'King Tuck' in the best costume class.  Timber was too busy trying to be the winner of the nonexistent 'tough dog' class to enter her in any real classes! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106600837694387246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106600837694387246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106600837694387246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106600837694387246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-day-dog-show-this-show-should-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106600689570482797</id><published>2003-10-12T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:01:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom, Dad,  my 'three Fuzzies' and the QueenMom's PomWell, Queen Isabella is finally at her forever home!  After living years as a prisoner of the Union County Puppy mill she will finally be getting the love and attention her sweet little heart deserves. Sunday, a week ago, my parents, husband, son and I, headed to Concord,NC  to Mary Lou's (Our rescue angel). She brought Isabella out with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106600689570482797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106600689570482797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106600689570482797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106600689570482797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/mom-dad-my-three-fuzzies-and-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106570428418947958</id><published>2003-10-09T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T07:58:03.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some of our costume ideas. We had a lot of fun with them!KERMIT the DOG"It's not easy being green!"HAIRY POTTERRED DEVILPomahontaus- Indian princessPommie Brave Boy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106570428418947958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106570428418947958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106570428418947958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106570428418947958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/here-are-some-of-our-costume-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106523583946023354</id><published>2003-10-03T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:53:11.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pomeranian Pumpkin pup!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106523583946023354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106523583946023354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106523583946023354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106523583946023354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/pomeranian-pumpkin-pup.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106523567261624343</id><published>2003-10-03T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:47:52.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Timber and Trevor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106523567261624343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106523567261624343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106523567261624343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106523567261624343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/10/timber-and-trevor.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106497388785273922</id><published>2003-09-30T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:41:29.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great NEWS!I just heard from Jill that the two Pomeranians (one of which was blind) that we crossposted about from the LA kill shelter have been rescued! Woo HOO! Doing the happy pommy dance now ;0)Also the Pom in the Memphis kill shelter has been pulled from the euthanasia list  (thank you Alice!!!) and will be neutered this week. He should be home in Texas with our PMB's Tom and Janice very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106497388785273922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106497388785273922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106497388785273922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106497388785273922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/great-news-i-just-heard-from-jill-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106497333198258901</id><published>2003-09-30T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:57:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TREVOR'S TOYTrevor has a new toy.  This is not a big deal to some but to the TREV it is a very big deal.  Trevor has never had anything that was really his.  No real home. He came from a hobby breeder. No real Mommy, he was turned over to foster care at 10 months. No real TOY- he is blind and everything he became attached to was grabbed away.Well Trevor now has a new home, a new Mommy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106497333198258901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106497333198258901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106497333198258901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106497333198258901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/trevors-toy-trevor-has-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106458014090847556</id><published>2003-09-26T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:44:36.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But What about the ears?DEAF DOG Awareness WeekSeptember 22-28How much do you know about deaf dogs? They can be great pets! Educate yourself by visiting this site:http://www.deafdogs.org/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106458014090847556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106458014090847556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106458014090847556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106458014090847556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/but-what-about-ears-deaf-dog-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106457937661872935</id><published>2003-09-26T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:29:36.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Adoption News! The little young female from the N.C. puppy mill was adopted this week.  According to my mother who spoke with Mary Lou, she has gone to a wonderful couple that has no problem affording the surgery she needs on her luxating patellas.  For this little girl we wish her the best in her brand new life!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106457937661872935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106457937661872935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106457937661872935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106457937661872935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/good-adoption-news-little-young-female.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106457910502186758</id><published>2003-09-26T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:25:04.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 'Eyes have it' Ever wonder what your dog can see?  Is it true they only see in black and white?  Why do some dogs chase toys and some not? Why are some breeds better at hunting and some better as 'lap dogs'?  I found a lead to a television transcript from the blind dog message board that explores these questions.  If you have a few minutes - check it out at :Catalyst - Dogs' Eyes http</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106457910502186758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106457910502186758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106457910502186758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106457910502186758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/eyes-have-it-ever-wonder-what-your-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106449007736134547</id><published>2003-09-25T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T06:55:50.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POM Pups dressed up:Tucker the ToughShiver Me TimbersTrevor WonderCount TuckulaKing TuckPumpkin PupPatriotic PommiesSaint Patrick's Day Pom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106449007736134547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106449007736134547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106449007736134547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106449007736134547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/pom-pups-dressed-up-tucker-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106427528385618699</id><published>2003-09-22T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:36:34.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are interested, please read the Union County N.C. Puppy Mill  Articles:(you will have to copy and paste them- I couldn't get the links to work on the blog.)http://www.wsoctv.com/specialreports/2155435/detail.htmlhttp://html.wsoctv.com/sh/slideshow/_auto/sh19438s1.htmlhttp://www.critterhaven.org/newsletter/archives/may03nc_pm.htmhttp://www.pet-abuse.com/cases/1279/NC/US/1http</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106427528385618699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106427528385618699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106427528385618699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106427528385618699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/if-you-are-interested-please-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5531189.post-106425225003347491</id><published>2003-09-22T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:33:25.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurricane IsabelHurricane Isabel blew in more than wind and rain last Thursday.  Not even considering the oncoming storm we set out  to learn more about animal rescue. I drove my mother and sisters to Concord, NC to visit with a wonderful lady that fosters smaller dogs for the animal shelter. We had come to ask about a small male Pomeranian that had been so badly abused that his spine was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106425225003347491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106425225003347491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106425225003347491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106425225003347491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/hurricane-isabel-hurricane-isabel-blew.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106362555917933531</id><published>2003-09-15T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:35:13.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flying Dogs!I was recently asked for information about flying with your dog on a commercial plane. I was glad to share what I had learned when I went to pick up Trevor, so I thought others might be interested. Here is my reply:As far as flying goes - I flew U#  Airways with Trevor. When I made my ticket reservations by phone I reserved a pet ticket for him. It was 100. one way. They are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106362555917933531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106362555917933531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106362555917933531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106362555917933531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/flying-dogs-i-was-recently-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106340928134023693</id><published>2003-09-12T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T11:16:17.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hubby and three very spoiled pups!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106340928134023693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106340928134023693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106340928134023693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106340928134023693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/hubby-and-three-very-spoiled-pups.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106263205133084574</id><published>2003-09-03T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:38:59.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                          The Poms trip to Petsmart---                                                                The AmbassadogsIt was Sunday afternoon and the three Poms and I had the whole day to ourselves. About four o’clock I decided we needed to go to Petsmart to pick up animal food.  I brushed each pup, wiped faces, put on their collars with ID tags</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106263205133084574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106263205133084574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106263205133084574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106263205133084574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/09/poms-trip-to-petsmart-ambassadogs-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106235770416282451</id><published>2003-08-31T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:51:10.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                                                   Trevor's StoryIt all began with a look on Petfinder.com one morning. I happened to notice that a dog rescue in the next state had the most darling little  female  Pomeranian pup that needed a home.  She  was about the same age as my two Pomeranians, so I decided to send an email inquiring about the details. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106235770416282451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106235770416282451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106235770416282451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106235770416282451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/08/trevors-story-it-all-began-with-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106012385266373444</id><published>2003-08-05T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:55:48.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Trevor in his 'Safe Place' in the den.This is Tucker:This is Timber:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106012385266373444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106012385266373444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106012385266373444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106012385266373444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/08/this-is-trevor-in-his-safe-place-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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-5531189.post-106012122762950403</id><published>2003-08-05T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T17:48:52.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Trevor- our newest family member. He is blind.He does not ususually wear the sunglasses!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/feeds/106012122762950403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5531189&amp;postID=106012122762950403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106012122762950403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5531189/posts/default/106012122762950403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomsprings.blogspot.com/2003/08/this-is-trevor-our-newest-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07155028889403241296</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></feed>
