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   <id>tag:www.twenty-eight.org,2008:/so//2</id>
   <updated>2008-05-09T04:04:03Z</updated>
   <subtitle>...there&apos;s a masterpiece hidden underneath all my imperfections...</subtitle>
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   <title>My Dog</title>
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   <published>2008-05-09T03:46:36Z</published>
   <updated>2008-05-09T04:04:03Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So.. everyone knows I love dogs. I love just being around them, they make me happy, less stressed. Sitting at the dog park yesterday evening - which by-the-way we were there for three hours, lucky Chloe! - I just felt...</summary>
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      So.. everyone knows I love dogs. I love just being around them, they make me happy, less stressed. Sitting at the dog park yesterday evening - which by-the-way we were there for three hours, lucky Chloe! - I just felt...
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<entry>
   <title>[Don&apos;t] Let It Out</title>
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   <id>tag:www.twenty-eight.org,2008:/so//2.170</id>
   
   <published>2008-04-29T23:22:35Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-29T23:50:50Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So.. sometimes I feel like the guy on the Kleenex commercial, the guy with the blue couch and the box of tissues and people sit and tell him their stories, and they cry and he listens. Except, I&apos;m not sitting...</summary>
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      So.. sometimes I feel like the guy on the Kleenex commercial, the guy with the blue couch and the box of tissues and people sit and tell him their stories, and they cry and he listens. Except, I&apos;m not sitting...
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   <title>My Mother Would Be Proud</title>
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   <id>tag:www.twenty-eight.org,2008:/so//2.169</id>
   
   <published>2008-04-27T23:08:37Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-27T23:13:26Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So.. Chloe and I get together with other Great Danes in the area for weekly meet ups (and our &quot;mini meets&quot; with a couple Danes closer to home during the week). Typically our meet ups are just at various dog...</summary>
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      So.. Chloe and I get together with other Great Danes in the area for weekly meet ups (and our &quot;mini meets&quot; with a couple Danes closer to home during the week). Typically our meet ups are just at various dog...
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   <title>WOW! Frustration.</title>
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   <id>tag:www.twenty-eight.org,2008:/so//2.168</id>
   
   <published>2008-04-24T00:52:07Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-24T01:05:14Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So.. last night towards the end of one of the shows we had Tivo&apos;d that we always watch together, Josh&apos;s phone rings buzzes. I pause the show, and wait. &quot;I&apos;ll be on in a minute,&quot; he says as he hangs...</summary>
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      So.. last night towards the end of one of the shows we had Tivo&apos;d that we always watch together, Josh&apos;s phone rings buzzes. I pause the show, and wait. &quot;I&apos;ll be on in a minute,&quot; he says as he hangs...
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<entry>
   <title><![CDATA[i &lt;3 txt]]></title>
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   <id>tag:www.twenty-eight.org,2008:/so//2.167</id>
   
   <published>2008-04-22T03:10:44Z</published>
   <updated>2008-04-22T03:22:52Z</updated>
   
   <summary>So.. my phone comes with unlimited pix and txt, and it&apos;s a good thing it does. I txt more than I talk; all day, through the night. Texting is just so much easier than calling; short &amp; sweet, to the...</summary>
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      So.. my phone comes with unlimited pix and txt, and it&apos;s a good thing it does. I txt more than I talk; all day, through the night. Texting is just so much easier than calling; short &amp; sweet, to the...
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