<?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-38093723</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:10.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AppleCinnamon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38093723.post-116930629901279829</id><published>2007-01-20T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:18:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/469425/PICT0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/978249/PICT0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/729497/PICT0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/59183/PICT0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, its me Apple again! I'm back for my final blog post. I love my fur-ever home! I have the best fur-ever parents a girl could ask for and a FUN fur brother. His named is Thunder. He is a show bred English pointer. We are having a great time together. We have gone to the dog park together and run all over the house. I am so happy IBR helped me find my fur-ever home. Check out the site! There are more puppies and dogs that need foster home and fur-ever homes! Thank you for following my journey to my home. I hear Thunder barking, time for me to go play, remember visit: &lt;a href="http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/"&gt;http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt; Pointer Kisses, Apple Cinnamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116930629901279829?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116930629901279829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116930629901279829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116930629901279829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116930629901279829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-final-entry.html' title='My Final Entry'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116879764686957610</id><published>2007-01-14T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:00:46.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A FUR-EVER HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/679004/AppleUpdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/488788/AppleUpdate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, its me again, Apple. I have exciting news! I've been adopted! I am now in my fur-ever home. Check back soon. I'll have pictures of me with my new family and my new brother. I'm so busy playing with him and settling in I haven't had a chance to stop for a picture. Pointer Smiles, Apple Cinnamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116879764686957610?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116879764686957610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116879764686957610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116879764686957610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116879764686957610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-fur-ever-home.html' title='I HAVE A FUR-EVER HOME!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116849213492238850</id><published>2007-01-10T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:08:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/330078/Applelaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/332010/Applelaying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again! I had such a fun day today. I got to meet some very nice people today and another dog. I am very polite when I go to other houses and very good with dogs I don't know. I played so much I wore myself out! I slept most of the way home and as soon as I got home I went straight to my crate after going outside. The other dogs here wanted me to play, but when I went to my crate they played and I just watched until I fell asleep. Thank you for visiting. Happy dreams, Apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116849213492238850?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116849213492238850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116849213492238850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116849213492238850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116849213492238850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116835456644701498</id><published>2007-01-09T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T06:56:06.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/357996/Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/222370/Apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my test! I am cat friendly and bird friendly too. I saw two cats yesterday, I looked, sniffed, and walked away. Also I saw a large bird and ignored him too. My foster mom said I'll be a great pet, just not a hunting companion. I always thought bird dog sounded funny, I like playing with dogs, not birds. So that is my brief update, my foster mom just wanted me to let you know I'm cat friendly, was there ever really any doubt? Wags, Apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116835456644701498?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116835456644701498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116835456644701498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116835456644701498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116835456644701498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116821726130206618</id><published>2007-01-07T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:56:00.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/293414/Applehappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/245420/Applehappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again! I have really made myself at home here, I am a very good house dog. I've learned all the routines here. I'm not taking my foster moms laundry to much anymore. She gave me a new towel to carry, so I take that with me as you can see in my picture. What a day I had! Fun, scary, and tough! My foster mom took me for a walk on a leash again. I'm getting better, but it will take a little bit of work. Then came the scary part of the day. Across the street from my foster moms house is a big open farmers field. We saw some dogs running in the field with hunters. I heard a very LOUD scary noise, I tried to run back home as fast as I could. Then another LOUD scary noise, I jumped onto my foster mom. She got me home and I ran right to my crate and shook. My foster mom said I am gun-shy, whatever that means I don't know, but loud noise scare me! Yesterday my foster mom had a toy, she called it a pheasant dummy, it smelled good, like a bird, but I lost interest in it. I'd rather play with another dog outside and toys inside. Today I was a big tough dog too! I was barking and protecting my foster mom in the backyard. And inside the house I was protecting Natalie, she lives here, she is a person, not a furkid. (You can see her picture on my blog. She loves me too, I get a lot of hugs and kisses from her) I jumped on her bed and looked out the window. I saw a BIG (German Shepard) dog walk past. I must have scared him because he kept on walking past. So that was my day, most if it was fun and playing with the other dogs. Oh and I almost forgot, I got to meet more kids today. They were nice they liked me. Dylan who lives here, he is a 9 yr old boy, not a fur kid had some friends over. I have only been around kids 9 and older, I like them, I like when they pet me and give me treats. Check back soon, I'm always up to something...Wags, Apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116821726130206618?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116821726130206618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116821726130206618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116821726130206618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116821726130206618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-news.html' title='More News...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116771585956108608</id><published>2007-01-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:30:59.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/430429/Apple%26Fala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/946556/Apple%26Fala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/210257/AppleSocratesSleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/622194/AppleSocratesSleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming to visit again. I have so much to tell! That is me with Fala, she was adopted from IBR. That picture was taken as we were waiting to get our treats. Now I sit and wait for a treat, but sometimes my foster mom has to remind me to sit, but I do it right away when she asks. It has been busy here with visitors too. I did very well with them, I was very polite and friendly. One lady let me take a short nap in her lap, but I also understood when I was told no, and a guest did not want me in their lap. I sat and then they pet me. My foster mom told many of the visitors how smart I am. I showed them that I can, sit and come. A few tried to hold my paw, I'm not sure what that is all about, but I got a treat for it. So I am starting to wonder if I give it to them, do you think I'll get a treat? Hmmm...I'll get back to you on that one. I love my new toy I got for Christmas, I can occupy myself for awhile with a good toy, but I have so much energy I love playing with the other dogs here. I do take a few naps during the day, not many, but when I do I really like sleeping next to another dog. Socrates is my best friend here, so I'll need a house that has another young dog that can be my new best friend. Everytime I've gone to the dr. I've seen cats, I just ignore them. Also, I'm putting on weight, everyone here is happy about that. It must be all the good food they are giving me. I love it! I am slow when it comes to eating. I'm usually the last to finish. So as much as I love the food, I don't try to take it from anyone else and I wait my turn to get my bowl. And I'll tell you this IBR family is a fun family to belong to, I'm so lucky, why don't you come join it to? Thank you for coming to see my blog again. Check back soon...Apple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116771585956108608?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116771585956108608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116771585956108608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116771585956108608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116771585956108608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116718038534662498</id><published>2006-12-26T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:46:25.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Christmas Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/157773/Apple%26Peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/143156/Apple%26Peach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me, Apple again. That is me on the left and Peaches on the right. I didn't really want to sit still for the picture though. I know these updates will help me find my perfect fur-ever home. What a fun Christmas!!! My foster mom put two presents under the tree for me, a toy and duck and potato treats. Those were so good. I can't wait to get another one. Today I went for a short walk, I did very well on a leash, but I am so friendly I want to stop and let everyone pet me. A group of kids came to pet me and I didn't want them to stop. I love kids! I also found out I love plain yogurt in my  food and canned Natural Blance food. I am finally putting some weight on and now my fur is very soft. Also today I decided to rearrange all of my foster moms laundry. I didn't tear or bite any of it, but I really liked carrying it in my mouth, like many pointers do. My foster mom didn't get angry, she hid the laundry, but gave me a small towel to carry around. As much fun as I am having here and as much as I love my foster family, I'd love to get a fur-ever family in the new year.  I am a young, full of energy, happy and lovable little pointer, do you have a home I can call my own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116718038534662498?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116718038534662498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116718038534662498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116718038534662498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116718038534662498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-christmas-update.html' title='After Christmas Update'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116667094960093005</id><published>2006-12-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:15:49.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/60458/AppleLap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/591369/AppleLap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, its me Apple (Wilma) again. My foster mom wanted to get one last up date on her before the holidays come. I heard I have a present under the tree. I can't wait. Hope its something good! The past two days my foster mom and I have spent a lot of time together. She has learned a few things about me. I know my name is Apple. I come when she says, "Apple come". I'm learning when she says, "Apple House" to go into a crate. My cough it getting much better. Now that I'm done with my medicine I want to play all the time, even more then before. She said I wore Socrates out. I love love love toys. I get very upset when I'm scolded. I was only scolded once. I got a little confused, I thought a stuffed animal was a toy for me to play with. I pace when I have to go out. No accidents! I only barked once so far, everyone else was barking at a stranger, so I did too. And I love to lay in my foster moms lap. She tells me all the time what a good girl I am and that she loves me. There are two non-fur kids here. One is a 12 year old girl. She is nice, she let me lay on her bed today and take a nap, There is a 9 years old boy here too, today he gave me a few extra treats when he thought my foster mom wasn't looking. Well, that's it for now, check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116667094960093005?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116667094960093005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116667094960093005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116667094960093005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116667094960093005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-update_20.html' title='Another Update...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116639268357603140</id><published>2006-12-17T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:58:03.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/727279/WilmaUpdate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/755426/WilmaUpdate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/208824/WilmaUpdate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/47110/WilmaUpdate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, its me, Wilma again, or as my foster mom calls me, Apple. She tells me I look just like Peaches her adopted IBR dog. &lt;a href="http://amyspeaches.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amyspeaches.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Peach is tons of fun, little bossy sometimes, but I don't mind. So to update you, I went on an overnight trip with my foster mom and dad and foster sisters and brother. We spent the night at a house that had 4 dogs!!! Imagine all the fun I had! Everywhere I turned there was a dog for me to play with. I just love other dogs. Two of them came from the rescue too! I slept in a crate and was fine all night. Went out in the morning did my business and came back in. But I did get a little afraid when I heard a few loud noises, but my foster mom told me I would be fine and we kept walking. Also I am eating well and taking my medicine. Just a little cough and I'll be fine in a day or two. Mom tells me I taking medicine, I don't know where she is hiding it, but I did find out. I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER!!! YUM!!! Well, I am tired now, another busy day. Check back soon for another update. Remember, check out the other IBR dogs too! &lt;a href="http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/"&gt;http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116639268357603140?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116639268357603140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116639268357603140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116639268357603140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116639268357603140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116629306459400499</id><published>2006-12-16T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:17:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/418286/WilmaNatalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/464807/WilmaNatalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Wilma. I'm a liver and white English Pointer. I just came from a shelter. I was found as a stray, nobody came to get me, I was sad in the shelter. Now that I am out and in IBR I need a fur-ever home. I don't know how old I am and everyone thinks something different, the foster mom here thinks about 2 years old. I love kids, they are a lot of fun. The foster mom keeps telling me a I'm a good girl and beautiful, last night I climbed in her lap and curled up. I don't try to get on the couches or the beds though, I slept in a crate. I didn't make a peep until she came to let me out in the morning. Check out the rest of my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116629306459400499?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116629306459400499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116629306459400499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629306459400499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629306459400499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-my-name-is-wilma.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116629246602768835</id><published>2006-12-16T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:07:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/449654/WilmaCrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/105171/WilmaCrate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to need basic obedience. The foster mom here asked me to sit, but I'm not sure what that means. But The other dogs do something and get a treat, so I going to figure it out. I go to the bathroom outside. I haven't barked at anything yet. I don't try to eat other dogs food and I like being in a crate to relax. I get nervous when the door on the crate closes, but I settle down quickly and I'm a little shy when I come back out after the door opens, but if you leave the door open I'll walk in and out and nap in there. I'm a little tired, having a busy day and all coming from a shelter, going to the vet, and coming to a new home. But after I wake up I'm full of energy and I want to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116629246602768835?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116629246602768835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116629246602768835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629246602768835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629246602768835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-going-to-need-basic-obedience.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116629196130442089</id><published>2006-12-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:59:21.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/753599/WilmaPlay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/531542/WilmaPlay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play with other dogs as you can see. I may be little, only 36 lbs. and I need to gain some weight, but I like playing with big dogs. Socrates is 85lbs and I have been playing with him since I got here. There are three other dogs here too. Peaches, an adopted IBR and Fala another adopted IBR are here to. They are English Pointers too and we have been having a lot of fun. I might be to much energy for an older dog. There is a 13 yr old dog here and I keep trying to play with her, but she snapped at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116629196130442089?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116629196130442089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116629196130442089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629196130442089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629196130442089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-to-play-with-other-dogs-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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-38093723.post-116629142831112009</id><published>2006-12-16T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:50:28.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/1600/305834/Wilma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6193/3036/320/123783/Wilma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check out all the dogs on the website. &lt;a href="http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/"&gt;http://illinoisbirddogrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt;We all need loving homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38093723-116629142831112009?l=amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/feeds/116629142831112009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38093723&amp;postID=116629142831112009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629142831112009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38093723/posts/default/116629142831112009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-wilmaibr.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-sure-to-check-out-all-dogs-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093179397294340483</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>
