<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092155189256487166</id><updated>2008-06-13T05:41:46.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>botwmemorials</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/index.shtml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4092155189256487166/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/atom.xml'/><author><name>Tinker's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905156754384524199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092155189256487166.post-3836381456506501549</id><published>2008-06-12T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:21:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span font="verdana" style="font-size: 22pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:Castellar;" &gt;HUMILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gates of Heaven were guarded by St. Peter. Four canine friends approached and stood waiting for permission to enter. They were asked for an account of themselves. The Poodle was first and, leaping forward proudly, he said, "I am the showman, winning many prizes for my beauty. See how fine I am? There was none better than I in my prime. I was my master's pride and joy." He demonstrated his fine show stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Labrador, black and glossy: "I am the Field Champion, keen for the gun, never missing a bird. I worked hard for my master." Then the German Shepherd, keen and alert. "I guarded my masters, keeping them safe. No strange foot trod the paths without my permission. They feared not with me around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you sir," said St Peter, "come forward to me. What of you?" The dog replied, "I am a Beagle, maybe not so good, I confess. I pursued the cat, fell to temptation, and stole food. I forgot to return to my masters' call, leaving them to worry, then showed my disapproval at being left alone by chewing their shoes. Oh, and there was also my bad habit of barking at the garbage collectors...." "But what did you give them?" asked St. Peter. "What did I give them? I gave them light in their eyes and laughter in their voices." St. Peter opened the gates and waved the Beagle through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span font="verdana"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.beagles-on-the-web.com/Rainbow.jpg" align="middle" border="0" height="79" width="95" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/2008/06/humility.html' title='Humility'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4092155189256487166/posts/default/3836381456506501549'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4092155189256487166/posts/default/3836381456506501549'/><author><name>Tinker's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905156754384524199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092155189256487166.post-5269890696533122737</id><published>2008-06-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:41:46.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snoopy Steelman'/><title type='text'>Snoopy Steelman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Snoopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(June 6, 1996 - April 9, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span font="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://beagles-on-the-web.com/Snoopy1.jpg" align="left" border="0" height="153" hspace="10" vspace="10" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Snoopy was born June 3, 1996.  He came into my life 3 weeks later. He was my immediate best friend. My mother, Jean, held him  when we first got him as I drove home.  He was like every other Beagle puppy- playful, curious, and loving. He was so nosy, too!!! He once chewed up the end of my bible. The whole binding was gone!!!! God forgave him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy was always there for me. He always knew when I was sad. I would lay on the couch with my spirits down, and he would come and lay on the floor next to the couch and be there with me. He knew when I was happy. He would jump up and beg to go outside and run around and "howl". You all know that awesome beagle howl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span font="verdana" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://beagles-on-the-web.com/Snoopy2.jpg" align="left" border="0" height="117" hspace="10" vspace="10" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He even adjusted well when I got married. Snoopy was 8 years old when I got married. And my wife had 2 kids of her own and then we had one together as well. But Snoopy loved them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy and my bond was so strong. Still is. I would come home from work and go down into Snoopy and my room (finished basement) to get away from the kids and just be us for awhile. He would see me come down, and then roll over whimpering and whining for me to pet his tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I lost my Snoopy. He was losing a lot of weight and they were sedating him to check his teeth for infection. He didn't make it. Then come to find out my Snoopy had cancer. Everywhere. So I feel that God spared him any more pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span font="verdana"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span font="verdana"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beagles-on-the-web.com/Snoopy3.jpg" align="left" border="0" height="102" hspace="10" vspace="10" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Snoopy was "contagious" to all my friends. I have been on the phone all day telling everyone he knew the sad news. Almost all of them cried. He was such a loving little guy. And he will be missed. But forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Steelmans of Missouri&lt;br /&gt;Michael, Jen, Dylan, Abby, and Cailyn</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/2008/06/snoopy-steelman_12.html' title='Snoopy Steelman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beagles-on-the-web.com/tempmem/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4092155189256487166/posts/default/5269890696533122737'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4092155189256487166/posts/default/5269890696533122737'/><author><name>Tinker's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00905156754384524199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>