<?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-3255290528777195794</id><updated>2012-01-11T06:08:29.444+08:00</updated><category term='PETA'/><category term='animals'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Katie Melua'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='loss'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='pets'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='Miss Potter'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='Ingrid Newkirk'/><category term='dog'/><title type='text'>fools rush in</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255290528777195794.post-1601986784058978737</id><published>2008-12-06T04:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:03:22.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingrid Newkirk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><title type='text'>I am an Animal - PETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGA1O1PHq_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGA1O1PHq_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an Animal: The Story of Ingrid Newkirk and PETA (2007). Some may feel PETA is extreme, but I agree with their stand, we have no right to use and exploit animals in any way. There can be no middle ground. Meeting halfway may stop some exploitation, but it will only propagate more insidious forms of exploitation that will be more difficult to find, uproot and eradicate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DVD available at amazon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Am-Animal-Story-Ingrid-Newkirk/dp/B000UR9TJQ/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3255290528777195794-1601986784058978737?l=belovedfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/1601986784058978737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3255290528777195794&amp;postID=1601986784058978737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/1601986784058978737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/1601986784058978737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-animal-peta.html' title='I am an Animal - PETA'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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-3255290528777195794.post-5978909542331671978</id><published>2008-12-06T03:13:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:52:58.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Which animals mate for life?</title><content type='html'>Gibbon apes, wolves, termites, coyotes, barn owls, beavers, bald eagles, golden eagles, condors, swans, brolga cranes, French angel fish, sandhill cranes, pigeons, prions (a seabird), red-tailed hawks, anglerfish, ospreys, prairie voles (a rodent), and black vultures — these are a few of the creatures that mate for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it depends on what you mean by "mate for life." These creatures do mate for life in the social sense of living together in pairs but they rarely stay strictly faithful. About 90% of the 9,700 bird species pair, mate, and raise chicks together — some returning together to the same nest site year after year. Males, however, often raise other males' offspring unknowingly. DNA testing reveals that the social-pair male did not father 10, 20, and sometimes 40% of the chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black vultures, though, discourage infidelity. All nearby vultures attack any vulture caught philandering.&lt;br /&gt;Only about 3% of the 4,000 mammal species are monogamous (and Homo sapiens isn't one of them). Beavers, otters, bats, wolves, some foxes, a few hoofed animals, and some primates live together in social pairs but dally sexually much as birds do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolves, for example, are generally monogamous but also breed polygamously if the male is unrelated to the female and prey is plentiful. Moreover, they sometimes have more than one mate in a lifetime, says Dan Stahler, biologist at the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/yell/nature/animals/wolf/wolfup.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yellowstone Gray Wolf Restoration Program&lt;/a&gt; run by the National Park Service. This happens "if one mate dies, gets kicked out of the pack, or is physically unable to breed due to injury, illness, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.wonderquest.com/animal-mate-for-life.htm"&gt;http://www.wonderquest.com/animal-mate-for-life.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By April Holladay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other animals known to mate for life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beavers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfZV8cNSI/AAAAAAAAACc/1guWsnoQoCU/s1600-h/beaver+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276423696177444130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfZV8cNSI/AAAAAAAAACc/1guWsnoQoCU/s320/beaver+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You may not realize that beavers are gentle, family-oriented animals who mate for life, raise their children in loving families, and remain lifelong friends with their offspring," writes PETA President Ingrid E. Newkirk. "Not only do these animals epitomize family values, they are also industrious role models: They are master architects whose complex, sturdy lodges last for years, and they constantly maintain their homes, taking obvious pride in their work. Beavers are even known to enjoy flute music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seahorses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfaK8VQ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/ecGNhjGlekY/s1600-h/seahorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276423710404068210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfaK8VQ3I/AAAAAAAAACs/ecGNhjGlekY/s320/seahorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seahorses are truly unique, and not just because of their unusual equine shape. Unlike most other fish, they are monogamous and mate for life. Rarer still, they are among the only animal species on Earth in which the male bears the unborn young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfZiNKSZI/AAAAAAAAACk/WfkJm6smGIo/s1600-h/geese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276423699468798354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfZiNKSZI/AAAAAAAAACk/WfkJm6smGIo/s320/geese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Geese usually mate for life, though a small number will "divorce" and remate. They tend to lay a smaller number of eggs than ducks but both parents protect the nest and young, which usually results in a higher survival rate for the young geese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm a farm boy who grew up here in the hills outside Yamhill, Ore., raising sheep for my F.F.A. and 4-H projects. At various times, my family also raised modest numbers of pigs, cattle, goats, chickens and geese, although they were never tightly confined.Our cattle, sheep, chickens and goats certainly had individual personalities, but not such interesting ones that it bothered me that they might end up in a stew. Pigs were more troubling because of their unforgettable characters and obvious intelligence. To this day, when tucking into a pork chop, I always feel as if it is my intellectual equal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were the geese, the most admirable creatures I've ever met. We raised Chinese white geese, a common breed, and they have distinctive personalities. They mate for life and adhere to family values that would shame most of those who dine on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While one of our geese was sitting on her eggs, her gander would go out foraging for food—and if he found some delicacy, he would rush back to give it to his mate. Sometimes I would offer males a dish of corn to fatten them up—but it was impossible, for they would take it all home to their true loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a month or so, we would slaughter the geese. When I was 10 years old, my job was to lock the geese in the barn and then rush and grab one. Then I would take it out and hold it by its wings on the chopping block while my Dad or someone else swung the ax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 150 geese knew that something dreadful was happening and would cower in a far corner of the barn, and run away in terror as I approached. Then I would grab one and carry it away as it screeched and struggled in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very often, one goose would bravely step away from the panicked flock and walk tremulously toward me. It would be the mate of the one I had caught, male or female, and it would step right up to me, protesting pitifully. It would be frightened out of its wits, but still determined to stand with and comfort its lover."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken from "A Farm Boy Reflects"The New York Times, July 31, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Nicholas Kristof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3255290528777195794-5978909542331671978?l=belovedfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/5978909542331671978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3255290528777195794&amp;postID=5978909542331671978' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/5978909542331671978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/5978909542331671978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-animals-mate-for-life.html' title='Which animals mate for life?'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmfZV8cNSI/AAAAAAAAACc/1guWsnoQoCU/s72-c/beaver+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255290528777195794.post-3825791606902484263</id><published>2008-12-06T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:34:39.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Do Animals Cry?</title><content type='html'>From: &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/do-animals-cry.htm"&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/do-animals-cry.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While animals do not cry in the way that humans do, they do produce tears. Since tear production, called lachrimation, is necessary for healthy eyes, most vertebrates are capable of producing tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are produced in mammals by the lachrymal system, tissues which make water. In land mammals, tears evolved to replace the water bath that the eyes of aquatic animals and fish are constantly surrounded by. Tears serve to clean the cornea and keep it moist. When a speck of dirt, for example, is lodged in the eye, more tears are produced in order to wash away the irritant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluid in tears is rich in nutrients and has anti-bacterial properties which help to fight infections. The salt in tears helps to create an osmotic balance within the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In animals, it is virtually impossible to tell if their tears are the result of emotions or merely caused by eye irritation. Most scientists agree, however, that humans are the only animals who produce emotional tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While animals may not weep like humans, they do, however, emit cries which seem to indicate emotional distress. Baby animals of all kinds will vocalize when separated from their mothers. Baby elephants in particular produce a very sad, keening sound which sounds like weeping. Hunters and some wildlife experts have claimed that the sound of a bear cub cries, when separated from its mother is remarkably similar to the cries of a human baby. In these cases, the cries probably serve as a form of direct communication with the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many cases of animals exhibiting grief at the death of their owners. The famous Greyfriars Bobby, a small dog whose owner passed away, kept constant watch over the grave until his own death fourteen years later. A statue and fountain were later erected in honor of the faithful terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascribing "human" emotions to animals (anthropomorphism) is often derided but may have a factual basis. A poodle which has lost a canine companion may refuse to eat. Dolphins have been known to carry their dead babies with them for days. An elk may stand watch over the dead body of a calf until predators destroy it and geese mate for life. While it is virtually impossible for a human to know what animals are really thinking or feeling, these behaviors seem to indicate real emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants, which are sensitive and highly intelligent animals with an evolved social structure, have been observed "crying." Charles Darwin was told by the keepers of Indian elephants at the London zoo that the animals shed tears from sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276427843195040610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmjKuye82I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nAmtz3Pbdtw/s400/elephant+med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Down in the alley where the garbage grows, A flea jumped on an elephant's toes, The elephant cried with tears in his eyes, Why don't you pick on someone your size?" Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3255290528777195794-3825791606902484263?l=belovedfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/3825791606902484263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3255290528777195794&amp;postID=3825791606902484263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/3825791606902484263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/3825791606902484263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-animals-cry.html' title='Do Animals Cry?'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tph6HSdXJjY/STmjKuye82I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nAmtz3Pbdtw/s72-c/elephant+med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3255290528777195794.post-3572531780299001869</id><published>2008-12-02T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:14:09.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Goodbye eggs</title><content type='html'>I became an ovo-lacto vegetarian in the year 2000, after my first house dog died.  Eight years later, the silent pleas of the chickens were finally impossible to shut out, and two weeks ago, I decided to stop eating eggs.  I did not fully realise the extent of all the foods I can no longer eat, no cakes, no mayonnaise, but so far, it hasn't been tough. I fear I will lack vitamin B12, so I pop my vegan multi-vit or my vegetarian B-complex almost daily, but how I hate the taste of them, and how I hate popping pills.  I hope I can keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good.  Every time I make a decision towards veganism, from not eating bulls and cows, to the poor tied-up crabs and lobsters and live seafood, to pigs, to chickens, and now eggs, I feel happy.  What about milk, you ask.  I do my best not to take any, but sometimes, yeah, sometimes it sneaks in, in chocolate, ice-cream, coffee.  Step by step, I will one day be completely vegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sites which at a brief glance seem useful and worth perusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rawveg.info/buddhistvegetarian.html"&gt;http://rawveg.info/buddhistvegetarian.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/pdf_file/lifecherish.pdf"&gt;http://www.buddhanet.net/pdf_file/lifecherish.pdf&lt;/a&gt;  free e-book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quangduc.com/English/vegetarian/04animal.html"&gt;http://www.quangduc.com/English/vegetarian/04animal.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Other animals, which, on account of their interests having been neglected by the insensibility of the ancient jurists, stand degraded into the class of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has been, I grieve it to say in many places it is not yet past, in which the greater part of the species, under the denomination of slaves, have been treated ... upon the same footing as ... animals are still. The day may come when the rest of the animal creation may acquire those rights which never could have been withholden from them but by the hand of tyranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French have already discovered that the blackness of the skin is no reason why a human being should be abandoned without redress to the caprice of a tormentor. It may one day come to be recognized that the number of the legs, the villosity of the skin, or the termination of the os sacrum are reasons equally insufficient for abandoning a sensitive being to the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is it that should trace the insuperable line? Is it the faculty of reason, or perhaps the faculty of discourse? But a full-grown horse or dog is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as a more conversable animal, than an infant of a day or a week or even a month, old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suppose they were otherwise, what would it avail? The question is not, Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should the law refuse its protection to any sensitive being?... The time will come when humanity will extend its mantle over everything which breathes... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Bentham (1748 - 1832)&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to the Principles of Morals and Legislation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3255290528777195794-3572531780299001869?l=belovedfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/3572531780299001869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3255290528777195794&amp;postID=3572531780299001869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/3572531780299001869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/3572531780299001869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-eggs.html' title='Goodbye eggs'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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-3255290528777195794.post-2703939627794856507</id><published>2008-12-02T04:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:35:05.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Melua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>In Memory of My Furry Companions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dedicated to my beloved dogs. Words cannot express my grief and longing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give Hello Kitty's right paw a little pat to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="HelloKitty" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.flashwidgetz.com/swf/HelloKitty.swf?id=" width="200" height="185" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.flashwidgetz.com/?ro=H670FQQPZEA60F53" target="_blank" alt="myspace friendster piczo music flash player playlist"&gt;Flash Player&lt;/a&gt; was created @ &lt;a href="http://www.flashwidgetz.com/?ro=H670FQQPZEA60F53" target="_blank"&gt;FlashWidgetz&lt;/a&gt;.com.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="DISPLAY: none; FONT-SIZE: 1px" alt="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flashwidgetz.com/" alt="myspace playlist"&gt;myspace playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flashwidgetz.com/" alt="facebook playlist"&gt;facebook playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.podmatrix.com/" alt="podmatrix"&gt;podmatrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjgyNTU4Njk3ODEmcHQ9MTIyODI1NTg4NDk4NCZwPTEzNDIyMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz**NTVjMTVmYjY1MmM*ODc*OGQzNWI1YTc5ZmRhN2EzZA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From the soundtrack of Miss Potter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When You Taught Me How to Dance - Katie Melua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you taught me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;years ago, with misty eyes,&lt;br /&gt;every step and silent glance,&lt;br /&gt;every move, a sweet surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;someone must have taught you well,&lt;br /&gt;to beguile and to entrance,&lt;br /&gt;for that night you cast your spell,&lt;br /&gt;and you taught me how to dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;like reflections in a lake&lt;br /&gt;i recall what went before.&lt;br /&gt;as i give, i'll learn to take,&lt;br /&gt;and will be alone no more&lt;br /&gt;other lights may light my way&lt;br /&gt;i may even find romance;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't forget that night&lt;br /&gt;when you taught me how to dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cold winds blow,&lt;br /&gt;but up on those hills&lt;br /&gt;you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;and i know you're walking right behind me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you taught me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;years ago, with misty eyes,&lt;br /&gt;every step and silent glance,&lt;br /&gt;every move, a sweet surprise.&lt;br /&gt;someone must have taught you well,&lt;br /&gt;to beguile and to entrance,&lt;br /&gt;for that night you cast your spell,&lt;br /&gt;and you taught me how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;and you taught me how to dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3255290528777195794-2703939627794856507?l=belovedfool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/feeds/2703939627794856507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3255290528777195794&amp;postID=2703939627794856507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/2703939627794856507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3255290528777195794/posts/default/2703939627794856507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedfool.blogspot.com/2008/12/incandescent-joy-in-every-experience.html' title='In Memory of My Furry Companions'/><author><name>belovedfool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642270522880695595</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>
