<?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-37026162</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:33:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie's Boxer Puppies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37026162.post-8080500348754709453</id><published>2010-08-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:51:25.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In school I did not like poetry. This summer I have come to enjoy poetry much better. This have been a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; learning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for me.  What's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-8080500348754709453?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/8080500348754709453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=8080500348754709453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8080500348754709453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8080500348754709453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-691323323075852692</id><published>2010-08-02T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:47:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Lowell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I read  "&lt;em&gt;The Old Flame". &lt;/em&gt;The poem were very easy to understand. The poem told of returning to the home where a man and his wife lived.   It describes how the house looked when they lived their and how the house looks with new landlord.   From doing some research I read  Lowell addressed this poem to his first wife. This poem was kind a like a love poem.  I liked the poem very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-691323323075852692?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/691323323075852692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=691323323075852692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/691323323075852692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/691323323075852692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/robert-lowell.html' title='Robert Lowell'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-8542240343906801886</id><published>2010-08-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:53:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Bishop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The poem I enjoyed the most was &lt;em&gt;The Fish.&lt;/em&gt; Since I like to fish, I could relate to fishing and catching fish like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bishop&lt;/span&gt; described. In the poem the fisherman catches a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; fish but decided to let it go. A good poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-8542240343906801886?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/8542240343906801886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=8542240343906801886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8542240343906801886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8542240343906801886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/elizabeth-bishop.html' title='Elizabeth Bishop'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-9222208885528713630</id><published>2010-08-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:38:23.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed all the poems I read. One of the many poems I liked was &lt;em&gt;"Mother to Son."&lt;/em&gt; This is a very inspiring poem. As Hughes write, life will never be easy, it is hard. But even in the rough times, keep on trying and do not give up. This is a wonderful poem. I am going to use it with my youth at church. Hughes poems are simple and straight to the point. He is a wonderful poet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-9222208885528713630?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/9222208885528713630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=9222208885528713630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/9222208885528713630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/9222208885528713630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/langston-hughes.html' title='Langston Hughes'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-6216596357213047484</id><published>2010-08-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:33:25.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hart Crane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only poem I read of Hart Crane's poetry was &lt;em&gt;"My Grandmother's Love Letters." &lt;/em&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he poem tells of a boy finding his grandmother's love letters tucked in a corner of the attic and deciding whether to read them.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-6216596357213047484?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/6216596357213047484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=6216596357213047484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/6216596357213047484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/6216596357213047484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/hart-crane.html' title='Hart Crane'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-2641227216259134325</id><published>2010-08-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:57:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.S. Eliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T.S. Eliot poems were long . I did read &lt;em&gt;Prelude.  &lt;/em&gt;In this poem, Eliot is describing the different types of the day: 6:00 pm. before dark, morning because everyone is going to coffee stands, early afternoon and evening between 4:00-6:00 p.m.  Eliot is describing living in an urban city&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-2641227216259134325?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/2641227216259134325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=2641227216259134325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/2641227216259134325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/2641227216259134325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/08/ts-eliot.html' title='T.S. Eliot'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-8458106889036303780</id><published>2010-06-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:20:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marianne Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; had  never heard of Marianne Moore. She writes in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; way.  I did read &lt;em&gt;The Grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Grave&lt;/em&gt; she is writing about observing a man looking at the sea. In the poem it seems that eveyone has the same right to look at the sea. It was a OK poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-8458106889036303780?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/8458106889036303780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=8458106889036303780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8458106889036303780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/8458106889036303780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/06/marianne-moore.html' title='Marianne Moore'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-5937822533255442707</id><published>2010-06-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:37:33.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Frost - After Apple -Picking</title><content type='html'>Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. In the poem &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After Apple -Picking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;After a day’s work, the person is tired of picking apples. He is getting sleepy and after working hard at picking apples he thinks of how he will dream about apples.&lt;br /&gt;He is trying to be careful not to drop any apples; because if he does the apples will bruise. Bruised apples in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After Apple -Picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are not any good except to make cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He compares worthless apples and dropping things to having bad dreams or having a good night’s sleep. He wonders if it will be a long, deep sleep, like a woodchuck who hibernates in the winter or just a normal sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-5937822533255442707?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/5937822533255442707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=5937822533255442707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/5937822533255442707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/5937822533255442707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/06/robert-frost-after-apple-picking.html' title='Robert Frost - After Apple -Picking'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-3360799280177580469</id><published>2010-05-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:20:41.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Dickinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I read several of Emily Dickinson's poems since they were short. I found her poetry drepressing. Dickinson often wrote about issues of death, faith, and immorality, but with nature as part of the theme. In reading Poem #324 Some keep the Sabbath goin to Church... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In this poem Dickinson wrote instead of going to church on Sunday, she stayed at home by herself enjoying nature alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-3360799280177580469?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/3360799280177580469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=3360799280177580469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/3360799280177580469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/3360799280177580469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/05/emily-dickinson.html' title='Emily Dickinson'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-3864308921395973391</id><published>2010-05-15T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:00:35.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Whitman There Was a Child Went Forth</title><content type='html'>After reading, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There Was a Child Went Forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I think Whitman was writing about nature, then a school, his parents, the streets, the houses and the nature again. Because of that, I think that he is talking about how a child grew up which he compared to nature. First he was a baby all cool and calm. He is living in the country with nature ( flowers) all around him. The he grew up moves from the country to the city and started to going to school. He encounters many changes along the way. Disciplined for his actions by his parents, then he grew up and get his own house, then he retires and is cool and clam again with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed in, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was a Child Went Forth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; there was a balance in his poem: mother/father, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt;/city, and childhood/adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I am not a fan of poetry, this poem was pretty easy to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-3864308921395973391?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/3864308921395973391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=3864308921395973391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/3864308921395973391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/3864308921395973391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/05/walt-whitman-poem-2.html' title='Walt Whitman There Was a Child Went Forth'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-6595908721333170932</id><published>2010-05-11T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:00:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Whitman - Crossing Brooklyn Ferry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20006"&gt;Crossing Brooklyn Ferry&lt;/a&gt; is a poem about a man taking the ferry home from Manhattan at the end of a working day to Brooklyn . Whitman begins &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crossing Brooklyn Ferry&lt;/span&gt; about although people are very different, we all look at the same tides and currents of the water. He also writes about future generations seeing the same things that he and the current people on the ferry are seeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crossing Brooklyn Ferry&lt;/span&gt; very much, since I just returned from New York. I could relate to the sights and sounds in the poem, since had just visted New York even thought the poem was written in the 1800's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-6595908721333170932?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/6595908721333170932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=6595908721333170932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/6595908721333170932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/6595908721333170932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2010/05/walt-whitman.html' title='Walt Whitman - Crossing Brooklyn Ferry'/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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-37026162.post-116249932696578894</id><published>2006-11-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:40:46.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/4150/1600/MVC-298S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6649/4150/320/MVC-298S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I raise CKC boxer puppies.This is our big white boy Rocky. Rocky know has a girlfriend. Her name is Madeline. They have 2 children, Tater and Soffie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37026162-116249932696578894?l=debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/feeds/116249932696578894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37026162&amp;postID=116249932696578894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/116249932696578894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37026162/posts/default/116249932696578894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbiesboxerpuppies.blogspot.com/2006/11/roger-and-i-raise-ckc-boxer-puppies.html' title=''/><author><name>CKC Boxer Puppy Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103171624239359774</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>
