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	<title>Comments on: Dogs eat the darndest things</title>
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	<description>my defect is a propensity to hate everybody.</description>
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		<title>By: Heidi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 05:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Today I'm glad I have indoor cats.

I hope your roses do well!  I can't grow anything that isn't a weed, so they tend to die here at my house.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:right; margin-left:10px; display:block; width:80px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://cgrealms.com'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/0542a52783ca72a586d2256c237084b6?s=80&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fuse.perl.org%2Fimages%2Fpix.gif%3Fs%3D80&amp;r=R' class='avatar avatar-80 photo' height='80' width='80' /></a></span>Today I&#8217;m glad I have indoor cats.</p>
<p>I hope your roses do well!  I can&#8217;t grow anything that isn&#8217;t a weed, so they tend to die here at my house.</p>
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		<title>By: SuperBadGirl</title>
		<link>http://x.superbadgirl.com/blog/archives/514/comment-page-1#comment-491</link>
		<dc:creator>SuperBadGirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 11:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was her special prize! Her major award! Her coolest thing ever that she found! :roll: Moms just don't understand anything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:right; margin-left:10px; display:block; width:80px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://www.superbadgirl.com'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/80a1b42a5ddbf514cdb233141b9894f3?s=80&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fuse.perl.org%2Fimages%2Fpix.gif%3Fs%3D80&amp;r=R' class='avatar avatar-80 photo' height='80' width='80' /></a></span>That was her special prize! Her major award! Her coolest thing ever that she found! :roll: Moms just don&#8217;t understand anything.</p>
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		<title>By: Pilikia</title>
		<link>http://x.superbadgirl.com/blog/archives/514/comment-page-1#comment-489</link>
		<dc:creator>Pilikia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 05:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One day, I was walking Kita along the sidewalk when suddenly she lowered her head midstride, scooped up something flat and long and grey, and continued walking along non-chalantly hoping I wouldn't notice (I guess). It turned out to be a long-dead, dried out, road-flattened squirrel.  It stuck out on either side of her husky-head about a foot as she trotted happily along. It was hilarious, yet gross. 

She was most indignant when I made her put it down.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:right; margin-left:10px; display:block; width:80px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://www.cafepress.com/steamtree'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/e4673d3ebbf2a0bea2476d3800dd4df8?s=80&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fuse.perl.org%2Fimages%2Fpix.gif%3Fs%3D80&amp;r=R' class='avatar avatar-80 photo' height='80' width='80' /></a></span>One day, I was walking Kita along the sidewalk when suddenly she lowered her head midstride, scooped up something flat and long and grey, and continued walking along non-chalantly hoping I wouldn&#8217;t notice (I guess). It turned out to be a long-dead, dried out, road-flattened squirrel.  It stuck out on either side of her husky-head about a foot as she trotted happily along. It was hilarious, yet gross. </p>
<p>She was most indignant when I made her put it down.</p>
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