<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176</id><updated>2009-10-13T17:38:04.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert The Doberman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-3373622655225028876</id><published>2009-01-14T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:38:31.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>I used to think it was creepy when people said that someone you loved is 'at peace'. It immediately conjured up the sweet stink of a big gaudy flower arrangement in a funeral home, dirty Kleenex and dusty black dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I finally know what that means. Robert is gone. And I know in my heart that he is at peace now. I don't know exactly where a dog's soul goes, but I want to end up wherever they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was surrounded by the techs at Back on Track and Dr. Shaw this morning so he had about seven of us petting him and telling him we loved him. He was on his favorite bed and he had his head in my lap. He was calm, he seemed ready and he was very peaceful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a honor to take care of him for these last two years. He taught me about loving someone besides myself and being present when you are needed more than anyone else in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired him so much. He put everything he had into learning how to walk again and he wanted to go for a walk every day, even though it was hard for him. Through all of the therapy and exercises and being carried around, he never once lost his patience with anyone who was trying to help him. He was always loving, even when things were really hard. I aspire to be more like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of months he would not sleep unless I let him put his head on my shoulder and his paw in my hand. He would whine and push against me and whack me until I let him do it. After I gave in, he would heave a big sigh and go to sleep. It was annoying at first but then I realized that he was starting to say goodbye. I will miss him more than I can express. Not the poop or the shredded towels but I will miss him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this happened, I didn't know that people were so kind. The love and support that we got while he was sick changed my perspective. He was not a burden, he was the reason that I no longer view the world as a hostile place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest gratitude to everyone who helped us. Thank you so much. He knew he was loved and, after this, I feel more loved too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-3373622655225028876?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3373622655225028876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3373622655225028876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-1248158715366267554</id><published>2009-01-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:38:57.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kind World</title><content type='html'>Cindy, I am very to sorry to hear about Robert's passing. He was truly a unique dog and knew how to make people smile. When I was having a bad day he would 'stumble' into my cube looking for treats and it always brought a smile to my face. It was truly a pleasure of knowing him and seeing him thrive with your attention and love. I wish you the best during this tough time. - Jason&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I am so sorry for your loss. I do believe in doggy heaven and know Robert is enjoying limitless games with a laser pointer. - Melissa&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy - I wanted to let you know that my thoughts are with you during this sad time. - Ines&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;RIP Robert.  I'm actually crying a little for that damn dog.  He was a really good guy.  I hope he just felt released from that crochety old body, and went in joy and love.  Take care of yourself, and be proud you were such an awesome momma.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Switzerland) Hi Cindy Oh I’m really sorry – and we just talked about it on Monday. I will have Robert always in my mind like how he used to lean on my legs, or how famous he became around the World with our nosey campaign. - Nicole&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, I am very sorry to hear this. I loved meeting  your boy..... very special guy. He knows that you gave him your all and he is grateful and peaceful. I know how much it hurts. Take care of you. - Jan, Stormey and Rainey&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, I'm so sorry for your loss. You have captured many memories and images that you get to relive much of his life. He has been such a blessing to you and so many people. What a life well lived! Your stories about Robert have shown patience and grace in difficult times. Thank you for sharing them. Peace, Denise&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh  Cindy, i dont even know what to say but to just thank you for being a good mom for him.  I always liked to think he would be here forever but never forgotten.  Thank you. God Bless -Tami&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy,  I am sorry.  You loved him and he loved you.  There is no better life.  Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Cindy, Miles and I are so very sorry for your loss. The sweet souls of our good days are the only thing that would make me believe in heaven. If Elsa and Robert aren't there, I'M NOT GOING! Much Love, Libby &lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - Robert was very lucky to have you as his mama - you guys had a very special relationship and I know he loved you soooo much. Wasn't he a warrior? Such a fighter. He'll be missed. I imagine him in heaven in a full blown run - leaping from cloud to cloud with a big grin and tongue hanging out. You do have a whole lotta lovin' around you. Always remember that - We are here for you. Take Care XO - Vickie &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, I am happy to hear that Robert is in a peaceful place now, and that he left knowing how loved he is. I am sorry that you have lost such a tremendous friend, teacher, and companion, but it sounds as if the gifts he offered you will be with you for a lifetime. Reading your last blog, I was struck by the depth of your relationship and the immensity of love and insights that Robert's presence in your life brought you. I would say that you were both lucky to have one another, as I'm sure he left this morning thinking how lucky he was to have your loving, unconditional presence in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your grieving be sweet, and open you even more to the spectrum of beauty in the world that Robert showed to you. ~J&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Denmark) I had no idea Cindy. I'm very sorry to hear this. It has not really been the best period for you with your mother and now Robert. I know only too well how devastating losing your best friend can be. Take care of yourself. Let me know if there is anything i can do! Best, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I am so very, very sorry for your loss Cindy. I know he meant a lot to you. - Chris&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I am sorry about your loss.  I will miss Robert, especially when he was in the office he always came to my cube and let me pat him. Best, Zoe&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Indiana)Honey, I'm so sorry for your loss. We had to put Katy to sleep in July. She was 14 years old. Can you believe that? Dogs are so pure in their love and willingness to carry on no matter what. You were so good to Robert. At first I thought you were nuts, but you're a regular canine Florence Nightingale. Miss you and the fun we had. I'm gigging 2 or 3 times a month. It's still fun and I'm still growing musically.Much love and a big, big hug,Garry&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy,I am so sorry that he passed away—he was loved by us all here.  I hope you are doing okay and that you know we all love you too! See you in April! - Brook&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;(From Maine) Oh Cindy, I can't even begin to tell you how I feel...Robert has remained a presence in my life. We both know that there was something unique about Robert; that intangible spirit that grabbed me from thousands of miles away.  Here was a creature that expressed love and heart to perfection - an infinite soul who taught us what the power of love is capable of.  I have always loved Dobermans - all Dobermans - yet Robert went well beyond many of the Dobes I've known...maybe it was his age or his infirmity; but it's unimportant because Robert taught me  - and many others - that a free spirit can soar no matter what the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, it's difficult to type with tears in my heart, and I ache for the huge absence in your life as well as all the others who will always love our Robert.  All I can say is that my world is diminished, too.  He will be forever loved, near and far. Rest easy, dear, wonderful Robert.  Someday, I will meet you. - Love, Les&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I'm so sorry about Robert. He was lucky to spend his life with someone who loved him so very, very much. Best, Stacy&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy and angel Robert,&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with feeling loved and supported at this difficult time.  Cindy, now you have your own angel on your shoulder, Robert.  Because who else would he want to hang out with, but you Cindy!  You have loved and cared for him through tough times and what a tough guy he was.  Lucky dog, lucky dog!  Woof!  Be blessed with peace, and NEW furniture, like you said.  I know you will miss him terribly and I know your grief will be deeply painful for a time. Many Blessings, Maureen&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Cindy, I know that it has been something that you knew had to happen but wished it would never come. Robert was so lucky to have you in his life and he in yours and I am glad that I got a chance to meet him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you and Robert, John&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Germany) Hi Cindy, such sad news this morning. The blog you did for Robert is really beautiful. Event though I never met him, I’m now a fan. It’s incredible how much humans can learn from their animal friends and often get back more than you give. - Birgitt&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;Cindy,I can honestly with a heavy heart say that I know how you feel. I lost Joey on Saturday and I have not slept a night through since. I keep thinking I hear him and I wake up and he is not there.... and then I remember why and start crying again. All of my pals who have lost dogs they really, really loved keep telling me this is normal. So if this starts happening, dont' worry it's normal. Now I am not saying that YOU are normal becuz we know you aren't. - Laura&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;oh Cindy I am so sorry to hear about Robert. You were such a great caregiver to him and I am glad you had the chance to get to know each other in this crazy journey we call life. You were both so lucky to find each other (he really did love to torment you). Thanks for letting me know. My heart is with you. - Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;(From Washington) Cindy, Thanks so much for reaching out to Robert, and for sharing the story of your time with him. This is not a new story to me, I know what it's like to have to fight like hell just to have something I can call a life. Even though it's familiar territory to me, your words reflected the sincerity, honesty, tenacity, and the ridiculousness one encounters when struggling with something huge. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel up to it, come up to the open mic at La Center on Friday night.  - Mark&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of Robert. - Wayne&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, Im very sad to hear the news of Robert's passing ~ my thoughts are with you. ~Matt&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;(From California) I'm so sorry.You did so much for Robert and I know that it's very hard right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really helped him and with all your support you gave him a much longer and happier life. - John&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, Sorry to hear the sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is now a part of history, but beyond his celebrity status, I know he will be remembered for his singular personality. (Not to mention fashion sense -- loved that leopard-skin harness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he leaves a big space in your life -- what a great guy. Take care, Rick&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, Since I received your Christmas card I have had Robert"s picture pinned up where I would see it while preparing for my day. I would look at it and admire his unbelievable courage. He was my inspiration for 2009. Now because of his passing I will cherish this picture. It will remind me that despite all - there is still happiness to be had—and, because of your peerless example, there is love also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the memory you both have given us. All of my love, Catherine&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to you as you say goodbye to this wonderful friend. - Patrick &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to hear about Robert. He was one nutty, sweet, awesome, and truly unique fellow. Between Enya and Robert, you've been fortunate to have some very special dogs. I'll never forget either of them. -John&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Iowa) Hi Cindy, I am so sorry that you have lost Robert. Through his accident and your efforts, many people came to know and love Robert.  I did.  I'm glad that I was able to see him.  I love dogs and I love it when they are trying to tell me something. Take care and I love you, - (Aunt) Judy&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for your loss. But we all know he is at peace now and you should be also. - Brian&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(From Massachusetts)Oh Cindy, It's all the love that's making me cry. What a journey this has been. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about that place where doggie souls go, and see Robert frolicking there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and hugs to you, - tg&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear the news. Strange, Keith and I were just sitting next to each other on a bus driving back from a ranch in San Antonio - and I was telling him stories about our time in Texas. As I was stepping off the bus about 15 minutes ago I said the last I had heard from you was a christmas card from you with Robert on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in town over the weekend if you want to hang with friends. - m.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I just got this upon returning from Denmark. My heart is with you, but I am glad that Robert lived a long life with extraordinary love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon, before Las Vegas of course. - Brad&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, My thoughts are with you. You were a great parent to Robert. He's lucky to&lt;br /&gt;know you as we all are. - Tracy&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hey Cindy and Fat Bastard Kitty, I sit here in tears feeling the loss you are going through.  But I am overjoyed at the life the two of you shared...not sure how the kitty felt about it all :-)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I got to spend New Year's with the dude..telling him not to run down the dirt hill and chasing after him in my heels and wedding clothes, in the rain, through the wet leaves and snagging myself on tree linbs as I picked him up and took him back the house.  What a friggin' cool guy.  He didn't even get cranky with me as I was trying to get him back into the house.  I certainly was less than graceful.  If I were him, I'm sure I would have bit me.  But he just looked at me like, you aren't doing like my mom does, but ok...whatever....weakling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Robert has the best spirit!  I know he is running around the track and pooping in all the appropriate places :-)  And like Beau...I bet Robert will find a way to let you know he is still around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We will certainly miss him as I know you do and will. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It probably goes without saying but you know you can count on us if you need anything. - Susan and the boys&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I'm so sorry.  If there is anything I can do, let me know... - Mike&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm so sad for you. I know you'll miss him. How you get your dogs to absolutely worship you I'll never know but I'm sure Robert was happy all the way to the end because you were there. Let us know if you need anything. - Elden&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  Cindy,  no doubt his has all been very complicated and so exhausting for you.  And I know you'll miss Robert.  But please acknowledge and hug yourself for all that you did to bring ease and comfort to this loving creature who gave you so much in exchange.  After all,  that's really all we have to offer each other, anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to you,  and I hope you'll treat yourself to a little rest &amp; recuperation.  You deserve it.  Now,  please take the very best care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With love, Susan A.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Dogs are not our whole life,  but they make our lives whole".  Roger Caras&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hey Cindy - I'm so sorry about Robert.  A big part of your heart, your life.  One hell of a dog.  and I hear you say how ready he was.  What a long time of his not being hardy and able to do his dog heart's active desires.   I'm sad too. - Diane&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I just got this email. Im very sorry to hear it, I know how much he meant to you. If you need to talk, Im always here for you. Love, Craig&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I loved your posts and I fell hard for Robert. You're brave and funny and kind, and I hope the hard part is over for you. I'm going to go give my dobe Silvio a big hug now. - Lisa &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mom just called about Robert.  I’m sorry to hear that he had to say goodbye.  I so enjoyed my visit with you and him.  He was definitely quite the inspiring story.  Mom said you did a great job on the website.  She said I will have to look at it when I get home. I wanted you to know that you are in my thoughts. - Shawna&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cindy, I am so glad it was peaceful, but the emptiness can be so loud. A funny coincidence. Today is my mom's birthday so I've been thinking of her all day. I just told her to be on the lookout for Robert. - Claud&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I am so very very sorry to hear this news. I really enjoyed reading Robert's blog. It's excruciatingly painful to lose such a good friend. - Jinx&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;What a network of admirers Robert created!  With your energy and Robert's spirit, he leaves many memories. - Pat&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon Cindy, I am sorry that Robert is gone.  You sure have worked to make his life more pleasurable.  I know you will miss him.  I have lost my friends along the way and it is not an easy process.  They become so connected to our lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can sure rest assured that you did everything possible and should look back on the whole experience with fond memories. Best to you, Roger&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to hear about Robert, Cindy. But I am sure he's running around and having a good time in a better place. You take care, JC&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sweetie, I had no idea -- I'm so sorry -- I know what a good dog he was to you and how much you loved him. In the end, they always break your heart. love to you! - KC Cowan&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, I'm so sorry to hear of his death. What a wonderful friend and life. Much to celebrate, and much to mourn. Your in my thoughts. - Laura&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, I'm so sorry to hear about your mother and Robert...My deepest condolences on both accounts. You were a heroic mom to Robert and gave him the absolutely best life he could have had. talk to you soon, diana&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;You took great care of him, it was wonderful to see. Thank you so much for telling me. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know. - Barry&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - I just wanted to say my thoughts are with you and Robert. I'm so glad for the time that I spent with him last summer at BackonTrack. He really left an impression on my life. I'm sure his doggy soul is doing the crocodile dance in doggy heaven :). I hope he has cats to harass up there! - Liz&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, I am sorry to hear about Robert. I am glad you had eachother! Sending love,Anne&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy,I'm sorry and sad to hear about Robert, but I know he had the most amazing love that he could possibly have ...from you and all of us, some that never even met him, like me, felt like we knew him, and we did...and he will always be thought of with love.You and he are in my heart and thoughts, Robbie&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, I am so sorry about Robert.  I too have lost beloved kids after long hard fights to save them. He was so fortunate to have you for a mom and to have all the help he did to be able to experience love, joy and freedom in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals have souls and depths of feeling that humans do not often give them credit for. Robert will always be with you and perhaps if we are lucky; those of us who love our pets will be able to be with them in eternity. My thoughts are with you. Thank you for giving Robert a great life. - Marilynn&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, I am getting a break from a hectic work week and wanted to let you know I am thinking about you and the loss of Robert this last week.  I am grateful that we stopped by last Sunday to spend time with you and Robert. Robert had an impact on all our lives and we will never forget him. Take care, Connie&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy ~ I'm so sorry for your loss. Bless Robert for the love he brought to so many lives! Thanks for sharing. Hang in there, Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, So sorry to hear of your loss! I was out of town all week. If you would like to borrow an aged Labrador on which to lavish affection, Kili is always available and willing to drool on your foot. - Sara&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy,I am so sorry to hear about dear Robert's passing. His photo (and several of he and I) have been above my desk since I left B.O.T. I look at them everyday and I regret that I had not come to visit him before he left us. I would have, had I known. I guess I thought Robert would live forever. I truly forgot how old he really was. God knows he never acted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa emailed me on the evening he passed. She knew I would want to know. I wish I had been there. I'm so glad he was with all his ladies who loved him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved what you wrote in your blog about caring for Robert and what you learned from him. I can relate. He taught me more than any dog at the clinic and I think you know how much I loved caring for him and watching his progress.  The best part of my day was always in the morning when Robert would greet me with his wobbly, excited walk and his vocal "hellos". He was and will always be my favorite patient and I'm so glad I got to spend that night sleeping with him at the clinic. It was an honor to know Robert, to care for him and to watch him persevere. I am grateful that he had you as him Mom. One who never gave up on him and took his antics in stride. You were his angel and I believe his spirit will always be with you. Thank you for caring for him the way to did. You are an example to us all. - Shawn &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, So sorry to hear of your loss. Dan and I enjoyed Robert's Christmas card and know he will be sorely missed. Thinking of you. Melanie also sends her good wishes for you in this tough time. Love, Claire&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sending you good thoughts. - Kimberli&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cindy, My beloved Zuma died January 2, just a few days after Donnie and Connie lost Phil. No words can describe the heartache and saddness.My thoughts are with you. - janice&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, I was so sorry to hear of Robert's passing.  He was a wonderful, loveable dog and friend..and I'm sure you miss him.  You deserve great credit for working so hard to keep him happy and comfortable in his heath difficulties. - Tom&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Cindy, I am crying my eyes out.  What a beautiful story.  Blessings on you both.- Rita&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;hi cindy, sorry to hear about robert.  Ed told me you were a very nice person and to thank you. - Lisa &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cindy, You don't know me, my manager just shared your blog with me. I want to tell you how sorry about I am about Robert's passing.  Everybody can see how very special he was, and he was very fortunate to be part of your family. I know how you feel - we just lost our dog last week as well and we are very sad.  He is certainly missed and hopefully in a better place. Sincerely, Ivana&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;It suspect it was difficult and I hope, at the same time, sweet in some way. There’s really nothing I can say except that I was saddened and I dread the time when that day arrives for me and one of my boyz.  It has been an amazing and very personal journey having dogs. I know their life is comparatively short and it has become a large role in my life to make sure they have a good one. Certainly you did. Many miles beyond what most can imagine. But I know you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love to you and your boy, Phil&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes me a while to respond to things such as these. I just simply want to say to you that you and Robert are individuals that I consider it a blessing and privilege to know. I am a better person for knowing you - thank you. With Sympathy &lt;br /&gt;- Laurel&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cindy Lou, It was such a joy to read all the Robert stories. We lost our wonderful Bob after 13 years, so truly understand your loss. You were the most amazing Mama to Robert and if Doyle and I every come back as an animal, we want to be yours. Love you. Hope you are truly comforted by the care you gave your gorgeous Robert. - Gail and Doyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-1248158715366267554?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/feeds/1248158715366267554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2009/01/kind-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1248158715366267554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1248158715366267554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2009/01/kind-world.html' title='The Kind World'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-3036341781843002677</id><published>2008-11-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:43:18.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't  Kill a Dancing Dog</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago when I got home from a business trip Robert ran up to me but he fell over before he got there. That was the beginning of another long soul searching about if he should still be with us or if it's kinder to put him down. I watched him closely for the next few days and he seemed genuinely unhappy. I've always said that if I thought he was unhappy that I would do it. I never wanted to keep him alive because I want him around. I honestly have felt, and so have his doctors (and yes, that is plural) that he's had this unbelievable spark in spite of everything and a true will to be here. I have this list in my head of when it will be time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stops terrorizing the cat.&lt;br /&gt;When he eats less.&lt;br /&gt;When he stops bossing me around.&lt;br /&gt;When he stops going for walks.&lt;br /&gt;When he seems unhappy or in pain.&lt;br /&gt;When he can no longer walk (again).&lt;br /&gt;When he stops pulling his toys out of his box.&lt;br /&gt;When he stops dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him that week, we were close to ending this. I took him in to Dr. Shaw and asked her to look at him because he seemed bad and he wasn't sleeping. He had been waking me up at night with 'helicopter ears', that's when he spins his head back and forth and flaps his ears so I'll wake up. He was hitting me with his paws in the middle of the night and even when he was sleeping, his breathing was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His liver values weren't great but after an ultra-sound, a bunch of blood work and additional testing over at Bethany Family Pet Clinic, we ruled out Cushings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Shaw put him on an antibiotic just to be on the safe side and we increased his arthritis medicine. 24 hours on the antibiotic and he slept 9 hours straight. Still a week later, even though he was better, he wasn't 100%. Then this weekend, Bingo - the crocodile dance, two laps at the track, his toys all over the floor, and he started bossing us all around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is weaker physically now. He loses his balance more often. He doesn't go exploring or try the dog door. He was doing 4 laps at the track a few months ago and now he can only do two. I think we might be seeing a decline. But he's 13 and he's been through so much we knew that this was going to happen. It's just that with him, he's so determined, it's hard to believe he won't live forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, he seems pretty happy and stable. He has the evil gleam back in his eye and he's extremely - shall we say, verbal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-3036341781843002677?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3036341781843002677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3036341781843002677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-cant-kill-dancing-dog.html' title='You Can&apos;t  Kill a Dancing Dog'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-8315528360776056183</id><published>2008-06-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:48:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Goes Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBgIRNd39I/AAAAAAAAALg/TbQMKcVxaiY/s1600-h/100_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBgIRNd39I/AAAAAAAAALg/TbQMKcVxaiY/s320/100_0670.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just thought you would enjoy a couple of pictures of Robert running tonight. He was really having fun out on the track!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-8315528360776056183?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/8315528360776056183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/8315528360776056183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Robert Goes Running'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBgIRNd39I/AAAAAAAAALg/TbQMKcVxaiY/s72-c/100_0670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-1429706200739107847</id><published>2008-06-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:45:43.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Goes Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBf1wFhP8I/AAAAAAAAALY/CPlvpnTzHiA/s1600-h/100_0671.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBf1wFhP8I/AAAAAAAAALY/CPlvpnTzHiA/s320/100_0671.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-1429706200739107847?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1429706200739107847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1429706200739107847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/06/robert-goes-running.html' title='Robert Goes Running'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/SGBf1wFhP8I/AAAAAAAAALY/CPlvpnTzHiA/s72-c/100_0671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-954733315630646722</id><published>2008-05-11T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:10:32.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert The Athlete</title><content type='html'>Robert really hates 'Wheel of Fortune' and so do I. Right after Jeopardy, he hears the start of that show and walks to the front door and starts pounding on it to get out. I agree, so we turn off the TV and go to the track across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can do a whole mile now with very few problems. He still has to rest sometimes but he's a very determined dog, as we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get him out on more walks because we lost his physical therapist, Miss Ellie The Super Springer Spaniel. Her and Doug moved out a couple of weeks ago so Robert does not have as much motivation to go on bone patrol or switch couches every half hour during turf wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely LOVES going to the track and if you try to bring him home he will fall over in protest. I'm not making this up, he does it at rehab too when they take him for a walk - as soon as they turn him back towards the building, he falls over. If you turn him around in the direction he wants to go, he gets up - turn him back he falls over. It's really annoying. And also dangerous because he does it in the middle of the street when cars are coming if he doesn't want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this Ruff Wear &lt;a href="http://www.ruffwear.com/"&gt;body harness&lt;/a&gt; thing on him that has a handle. It's like carrying a ribcage suitcase filled with meat. It's saving my back, it really helps. I tried them before, this is his third one, he ate the other two. But it looks like he's finally used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert seems like he feels really good right now. He was having some problems about a week ago where he was eating buckets of grass and then I would see it later all over the couch and the rug, and I'm not talking about the front end. Dr. Shaw at Back on Track put him on enzymes and he seems much better. He still eats grass but not as much and he seems to have better control over where he does his business. He's very perky and happy right now, he does the crocodile dance a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mile is a long way for a dog who could barely walk a few months ago. He's doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-954733315630646722?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/954733315630646722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/954733315630646722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/05/robert-athlete.html' title='Robert The Athlete'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-6176533435496145322</id><published>2008-03-08T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:49:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert and The Very Good Day</title><content type='html'>Just a short update to let you all know that Robert had a breakthrough day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out the dog door by himself, walked across the deck, went down the stairs, walked around the back yard, dug around, came back up the stairs, through the dog door and back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the first time he's been able to do that by himself in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new addition to the family is Doug's Springer Spaniel, Ellie. She has a habit of burying bones in the backyard which has been very motivating for Robert. He does more in general since she's been here. The competition to get to the couch first, the strict schedule they keep of burying and digging up bones, the run to the pantry to get to the food bowl first has made him more active. And she's a sweetheart. I've never seen an 11 year old dog who literally runs everywhere, she's amazingly active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why she's locked in the backyard right now while I pick up little mud clumps from freshly exhumed bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is having a VERY good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-6176533435496145322?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6176533435496145322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6176533435496145322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/03/robert-and-very-good-day.html' title='Robert and The Very Good Day'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-9199872408262834793</id><published>2008-01-11T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:11:12.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fvRAKsWNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ovAX4yWLXmw/s1600-h/roberttree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fvRAKsWNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ovAX4yWLXmw/s400/roberttree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154351373930485970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-9199872408262834793?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/9199872408262834793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/9199872408262834793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fvRAKsWNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ovAX4yWLXmw/s72-c/roberttree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-2892158575146302672</id><published>2008-01-11T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:17:23.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Healthy and No More Cart</title><content type='html'>Robert has been out of his cart since August and he's doing great! He can get up on his own, walk on his own, go outside to the bathroom, get up and down off of the couch. He still isn't great with the stairs and you have to occasionally help him lift his back end off of the floor when he gets stuck but not very often - he's doing just fine. Here are a couple of December pictures from one of our walks. Yes, he loves going for his walks, just as much as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny about walking with him now is that he still doesn't feel confident enough to dig with his front feet and stay upright so if he smells a gopher hole or mole, he tries to dig them out with his mouth. It's gross to see a dog take mouth fulls of dirt and grass, spit them out, and keep excavating like a fur-covered backhoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird what you get used to when you live with it for so long. Strangers stop me and ask me if he's OK because they don't know him and I say "He's doing AWESOME!" and then I realize that he walks a little funny, like he had a doggie beer down at the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I missed that he can do now. Like he has started doing his stupid little 'Crocodile Dance' more often, where he wiggles his butt and snaps his teeth over each shoulder, it's hysterical. I had also forgotten about the way that he used to wake me up - by shaking his head back and forth so his collar and ears jingle together. He'll do it several times until I pay attention to him. I had also forgotten how much he likes to just take off and wander through the fields without permission. I'm so thrilled that he can get out there on his own that I never yell at him about it now. He likes to push my laptop off of my lap when we are sitting on the couch. He has also reinstated his habit of galloping up to anyone who walks in the house and shoving his nose in rude places. I didn't really miss those things but I'm glad that he can do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new boyfriend in September and that has been interesting. It's funny how your perspective changes when you've been through something traumatic with someone (even if 'someone' is canine). He thinks that Robert is incredibly spoiled and a little bit manipulative. I think Robert is inspiring, stronger than I ever imagined, clever and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are different. Robert still has to go to rehab on a reduced schedule to maintain his strength and balance. Dr. Shaw has been amazing with him. Whenever he sees her, he just lays in her lap and sighs. He adores her and gets very cranky when he can't go to Back On Track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tell him not to chase the cat now like I did before he got sick. I got into the habit of tempting Robert with promises of the cat when he was paralyzed "If you can catch him, you can have him" which used to really cheer him up. The cat thinks he's incredibly stupid. He has absolutely no hope of ever catching the cat anyway so that's a new dynamic in the house - Robert runs up to the cat barking and slobbering and the cat puts his ears back and glares at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's all good. Thank you so much for everything that you've done for him. He's a very happy dog - me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-2892158575146302672?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2892158575146302672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2892158575146302672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-healthy-and-no-more-cart.html' title='Happy, Healthy and No More Cart'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-2811015234303274827</id><published>2008-01-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:10:33.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert on his walk - Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fu8AKsWLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t-e3lRxudQs/s1600-h/robertgrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fu8AKsWLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t-e3lRxudQs/s400/robertgrass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154351013153233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-2811015234303274827?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2811015234303274827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2811015234303274827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Robert on his walk - Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/R4fu8AKsWLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t-e3lRxudQs/s72-c/robertgrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-3904088509211258130</id><published>2007-10-12T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:43:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official: Robert Can Walk!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's been so long since we posted. We've been so overwhelmed. Robert took a few steps on his own on July 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Since then, he has made steady progress. He has has a lot of down days and a few fights with illness - pneumonia a month ago and an intestinal infection  a week ago but he's walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, we've been waiting for him to be able to get off the floor by himself and  now he is starting to do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't do stairs yet. He still falls a lot when he gets excited and he doesn't do very well on hardwood or tile but he can do 1/2 mile at the track across the street now. One of the reasons it's been so hard to find time to post is that he *thinks* he can do more than he can actually do so I have to watch him even closer. I can't tell you how many times I've found him with three legs up on the couch or stuck under the coffee table or on the wrong side of the dog door or stuck between the couch and the dog bed or under the deck or laying at the foot of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to discourage him from trying the stairs without supervision. We block them and also the dog door. One day I had someone helping me with some filing in the office so we blocked off the stairs to that part of the house so he wouldn't hurt himself and went to get groceries. She said it was the worse howling she had ever heard in her life, she thought he was dying. She went to check on him and he was just laying on the couch howling his head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's no longer 'where I left him'. He will sneak out the front door when I'm taking out the recycling and I'm just amazed at where I find him. Sometimes I can just stand there and wait to hear him because I know that he will eventually get himself stuck and I'll be able to find him by following the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His personality is 100% back. He even does the 'Crocodile Dance'. For those of you who have not had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of this spectacle - he snaps his teeth over each shoulder and wiggles his butt in the opposite direction. It's hysterical. But since his balance isn't very good yet, he starts it and then lays down to finish the dance. It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better sign off now because I have to go get him from Back on Track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you so much to everyone for your help. We are still working on getting his balance and strength back so I'm still looking for ways to send resources over to Dr. Shaw but I soooo appreciate everything you have done for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be posting some video of his progress very soon! I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-3904088509211258130?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3904088509211258130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3904088509211258130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-official-robert-can-walk.html' title='It&apos;s Official: Robert Can Walk!'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-3700516573529232267</id><published>2007-07-21T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:25:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Liz at Back On Track Veterinary Rehabilitation (See photos on right side Robert And Nurse Liz):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of Robert from when I spent the night in the clinic with him. Isn't he a handsome boy?! I'm hoping I can get some photos of our rock star walking before I leave at the end of summer. Seems to me like he's well on his way :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say nothing inspires me more when I feel like I can't do something than a day with Robert. The kitty in the pictures is my new girl Phoebe. Like everyone else, she loves Robert! I wish I could have gotten a shot of it, but on the last morning she fell asleep right on top of Robert's head. It was the cutest thing- I was surprised he didn't try to eat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you're having a good weekend and enjoy the photos. Send Robert my love. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-3700516573529232267?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3700516573529232267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3700516573529232267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-liz-at-back-on-track-veterinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-6478588842494061740</id><published>2007-07-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:55:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert's Walking Update</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago one of the neighbors bonehead dogs wandered into the house. I didn't stop him because I knew it would make Robert mad. Robert went a little crazy and that was the first time that he tried to walk. Since then, he's been up for short distances if you help him support his weight and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week, he has done amazingly well. He let Dr. Shaw walk him (she was helping him balance and occasionally rest on her hands) all the way from the clinic to the car on Tuesday. He didn't swim on Tuesday because of his accident. (If you don't know about the accident, see the posting 'Robert Can Fly') He had a hot tub and and a lot of body work. I have to be at work all day while he's getting massages, that just can't be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome. He walked (with help) all the way out through the front room, through the kitchen and outside, squatted down and did his thing and stood back up. (He always peed like a girl, even when he was well) I was ecstatic. I won't gross you out with the details but he has needed 'assistance' in that area for the last 5 months and not just a diaper or pad. Disgusting. But it looks like it's finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I was over at Donny &amp;amp; Connie's house for a BBQ and he wanted to get up so we helped him and he walked all the way into their house, into the kitchen to find a bowl of water. Wow. I was pretty happy about that too. It's been hard to get him to drink. He's had 4 bladder infections since he's been down. In fact, it got so bad that I would fill up a squirt bottle at home and we would play a little game called 'Drink or Drown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to keep a close eye on him now because he wants to do more so he does stupid stuff like fling himself off of the couch onto the floor - then there was the flight. He's at that 'toddler' stage where you have to be bent over for 30 minutes at a time to get him where he needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is better than the 'I can move and I feel good but I'm super pissed that I can't walk so I'm going to destroy the house' stage that he was in for a long time. I told Matt "Before this is over, I'll be sleeping on old tires and drying myself off with a buffalo hide". What did I get for my birthday? My sister and Smitty bought me new towels because Robert ate mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Shaw said "This is where it gets harder, be careful what you wish for". Harder? Harder than being up with him all night? Harder than carrying him everywhere? Harder than disgusting pee pads? Harder than cleaning up poop in my car? (Robert doesn't like to poop in the house but he considers the car his personal port-a-potty. He will wait all weekend.) OK, it's harder on my back and I do have to watch him closer now but it can't be harder. He sleeps through the night now and he's perky and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard when he was unhappy because I didn't think I was doing the right thing. I tried to put him down 4 times but something would always happen. They can't talk so you never know if you are making the right decisions for them. This is one of those situations where every single decision seems right and the collection of decisions seems insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were watching him laying on his stomach (tough for him because he has to balance) and chewing a bone that he stole from Phil the dog, occasionally growling at the other dogs and shifting his legs around. We told him "Robert, you almost look like a real dog".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-6478588842494061740?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6478588842494061740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6478588842494061740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/07/roberts-walking-update.html' title='Robert&apos;s Walking Update'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-1816594012125257463</id><published>2007-07-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T07:44:28.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Can Fly</title><content type='html'>So this morning I put Robert in his cart and he decides that he wants to go outside. I'm thrilled by this because it's not often that he volunteers to walk that far in his cart on his own. I'm also praying that this is the start of him trying to go to the bathroom outside and the end of 5 months of pads in the house. (Well, pads, towels, the rug, my shirt, whatever happens to get in the way) He treks through the kitchen and out the front door so I follow behind him but not too close because I want him to learn that he can do things on his own. He turns to go to the side yard but he doesn't turn quite enough and rolls to the end of the driveway, at which point he picks up his feet and the cart takes off down the hill (Brooks going south for any of you that know the road) in the right lane, picking up speed until Robert goes off the side of the road, catches air with his legs stretched out in front of him like Superman and goes end over end down the slope of the field in his cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running after him but didn't get to him in time to stop him. He had landed on his neck and was perfectly still with his body twisted in the cart, which was on top of him. I really thought he was dead. He wasn't. I got the cart off of him and sat him up so I could feel up and down his ribs to see if anything was broken and he didn't flinch, he just turned and stared at me. I said "Robert, you can fly". He didn't make a sound through the entire incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried him up to the house and put him on the couch, pulling the burs and weeds off of him. All I could think about was that he might have ruptured another disk, damaged his surgery or had internal bleeding. He took a nap and didn't seem uncomfortable at all so I just decided to watch him closely the rest of the day (being Sunday which makes it hard to take him in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having some friends over and he woke up and decided that he wanted to get off of the couch to watch us cook, I helped him walk into the kitchen and took my hands away from his sides and HE STOOD! Just for a few seconds but he was standing on his own. He's done it three more times tonight. He has been trying really hard to walk and he can go about 6-10 feet if you put your hand under his stomach to support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he has shown such amazing progress today, the day that he took a header and tumbled down the hill, we have a theory - we have always thought that Robert was milking the 'not walking' thing because he loves to have me carry him around and wait on him and he loves the daily massages from the nurses. He hasn't been alone for more than 3 hours since February and I think he would do almost anything to keep that going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we think that since the accident, he has decided that *not* walking is far too dangerous and I clearly can't be trusted so he's changed his mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-1816594012125257463?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1816594012125257463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/1816594012125257463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/07/robert-can-fly.html' title='Robert Can Fly'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-7772404650778196176</id><published>2007-07-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:21:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert is GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Sorry we haven't posted in awhile, we have all been working very hard. No one has been working harder than Robert. He is doing AWESOME. He is up to 13 minutes in the pool and he is much stronger than he was. Robert has a new custom made cart and he literally runs around when he is in it. His ears perk up when he hears you roll it into the room, he really loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Shaw says that his progress is nothing short of amazing and she did not expect him to recover so quickly because of his age. Also, bigger, older dogs sometimes don't take that well to therapy because they are not used to be handled. As you all know, Robert is not like that, he doesn't care what you are doing to him as long as you are touching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has a great attitude. She says he never gets frustrated, he does whatever they ask him to do until he's too tired. I've seen that one when we do his therapy at home. He works really, really hard and then he'll just fall over and not move a muscle until he's had a nap, he's very funny that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots more to tell you and lots of video to post. We both work all day, Robert at therapy and me at my job, and then he comes home and we do his home therapy so it's pretty busy right now. But we didn't forget about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon, we promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-7772404650778196176?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/7772404650778196176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/7772404650778196176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/07/robert-is-great.html' title='Robert is GREAT!'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-4896715476056195888</id><published>2007-06-29T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:54:00.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert's Police Escort</title><content type='html'>I was breaking the law, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to Atlanta for my job, leaving Robert in the hands of the nurses. He went home with Cheron from Oregon Veterinary Hospital over the weekend. She says the only problem with taking care of him is that her bedroom is upstairs which Robert finds completely unacceptable. He lets her know it. A lot. In the middle of the night. The rest of the week he was at Back On Track and they took turns spending the night with him, sleeping on the floor so he wouldn't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called every day to see how he was and I could hear him in the background. They said he was doing well but for the first few days he was a little upset. (See 'Robert And Nurse Liz' slideshow on the right side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is in love with Shawn. When she walks in the room, no one else exists. She stayed with him while I was gone and said "We watched the sunrise together this morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to get home. It was a grueling trip and I left my stupid wallet on the plane. I got back and picked up Robert. No food in the house, no wallet, no debit card, no money. Robert didn't have any food either so I put him in the car and headed to the airport to get my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver's license expired on my birthday, the day I left for Atlanta. My tags were expired. I take Robert before work to: Mon, Wed - Oregon Veterinary Hospital, Thur -Bethany Family Pet Clinic, Tue &amp;amp; Fri - Back on Track Rehabilitation. And pick him up after work. Errands just don't get done. And I was doing 60 in a 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flashing lights just about the same time Robert pooped in the back seat. If I ever offer you a ride in my car, don't take it. I'm going to burn it after he gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop asked for my driver's license and registration. Didn't have it. Told him where it was. He asked me if my tags were expired and I told him "Yes, they are". He said "What is going on with you?!" I pointed to Robert, Mr. Poop, and said "THAT'S what is going on". He looked in the back seat and said "Is he sick?, is he going to get better?" I gave him the short version and he said "OK, come with me". He lead us to the Delta baggage claim and watched over my car until I got my wallet from Delta. I came out of the baggage claim and showed him my license. He didn't give me a ticket. He said "Please take care of this stuff". He gave me his card and told me to please write him an email to let him know how Robert was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say his name because I don't want him to get in trouble but all I have to say is that he was very kind. Just one example of how kind people have been to us since Robert got sick. I really, really appreciated the break. I did get my tags and my driver's license taken care of. All current now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I still speed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-4896715476056195888?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/4896715476056195888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/4896715476056195888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/07/roberts-police-escort.html' title='Robert&apos;s Police Escort'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-6514866020508435008</id><published>2007-06-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:50:22.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Update - Everything is OK</title><content type='html'>Just a short note for everyone who let me know that they were worried about Robert over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of his tests came back negative on Friday. His x-rays were clear and his blood work is fine. His nose is still a little runny but nothing like it was and his nosebleed has cleared up. He is back up in his cart chasing the laser pointer, actually STOMPING on it. He destroyed a pillow while I was at the store so everything is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Robert is quiet, they think he's dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-6514866020508435008?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6514866020508435008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6514866020508435008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/06/robert-update-everything-is-ok.html' title='Robert Update - Everything is OK'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-149790391080051963</id><published>2007-06-01T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:14:15.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Update Sort of Bad News</title><content type='html'>Robert started sneezing yesterday and wasn't himself. At the hospital, they said they just thought it was allergies. But he was very restless last night and couldn't sleep. He was sneezing a lot and could not get comfortable. This morning his nose started bleeding. Lately, he's been pretty happy for the most part and has had a lot of energy. Today at Back on Track, they said that he was lethargic and they are worried because they think that there might be hearing fluid in his lungs. They are rushing him over to his regular vet, Dr. Norman, at Bethany Family Pet Clinic to get a chest x-ray and blood screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-149790391080051963?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/149790391080051963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/149790391080051963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/06/robert-update-sort-of-bad-news.html' title='Robert Update Sort of Bad News'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-8050261123626548618</id><published>2007-05-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:10:02.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Update</title><content type='html'>Robert is off of his anti-biotics and decided that he is hungry again. Which is good because the cat was getting very annoyed that I was using all of his 'Fancy Feast' to mix into Robert's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that Fancy Feast is heroin for cats. I only bought it because the cans are small but every since I've been giving to him, he acts like a drug addict - all nice and friendly and weaving around my ankles until I don't get to it fast enough and then he turns all impatient and hateful. He's a frightening animal anyway. He's the size of a small dog. I don't know why the cat is complaining, he seems to have an endless supply of mice right now. I've discovered that the cat isn't actually a mouser, he is a mouse curator. He brings them INTO the house and installs them into the corners, behind book cases, under the couch. He paints the dining room floor with things I don't want to know about. But like a monk and his sand art, his creations are washed away. And he starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very close to posting some new movie footage of Robert. We have footage of the concert, we have movies of his pool time so you will be able to see how he's doing. Dr. Shaw from the rehab center is still a bit guarded about his chances. She says that he has gone from 50/50 to 60/40. She is most impressed by his attitude. He works very, very hard. He does pretty much everything they ask him to do. The only thing he complains about is if he is left alone, for any amount of time, ever. But he's always been like that. He has to be looking out the windowed parts of the room so he can see everything that is going on at the clinic or he starts yelling. She says "He's quite a character".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can tell time. If I'm even a little bit late, he lets everyone know it. At the hospital they told me that they start bracing themselves about 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, he scared me. I walked into Back on Track and it was quiet. I was pretty late, it was after 6. I said to the receptionist "Why is it so quiet?" She said "Oh trust me, he hasn't been". I rushed back there and Robert was laying off of his mat, surrounded by small bits of chewed up blanket, spit and kibbles. He apparently had worked himself into such a froth that he wore himself out and fell asleep on the bare floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one positive thing that I can tell you is that his stamina is better. He didn't pass out right after his swim session like he usually does and I had him in his walker cart for over an hour on Monday and he wasn't tired at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still working on his muscle strength and relaxing his arms. And unfortunately, the biggest challenge for Robert is that he can't really feel where to put his paws down yet. That's something we need to see some substantial improvement on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is swimming today. He gets daily massages and they play with him all day long. If he starts yelling they run back there to pet him. I don't think he will ever be able to be home alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dropped him off this morning he had a runny nose and he was in one of his moods. The nurse said "Don't worry, we cater to his every whim".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-8050261123626548618?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/8050261123626548618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/8050261123626548618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/06/robert-update.html' title='Robert Update'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-3292855169297372913</id><published>2007-05-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:49:02.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit for Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to the generous donations from the concert and the ones that have been called in and given online, Robert has enough for 8 more swim sessions! That's very close to what we need. We will accept a few more donations, enough for four more sessions, and then close the donations. Our deepest gratitude to everyone who donated, we can't believe how wonderful everyone has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert's Concert&lt;/strong&gt; Brooks Hill Historic Church&lt;br /&gt;Thursday May 17th Featuring: Donny Wright,&lt;br /&gt;Juliet Wyers, Brad Price, Marty Henninger, Cindy Lou Banks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-3292855169297372913?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/feeds/3292855169297372913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/benefit-for-robert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3292855169297372913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/3292855169297372913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/benefit-for-robert.html' title='Benefit for Robert'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-2599612130685125451</id><published>2007-05-22T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:00:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Update</title><content type='html'>Robert LOVED the concert. He loves being around people, the more the better. One of my best memories of the dogs was watching him and Enya in the middle of a party. It was complete chaos, there were probably 85 people in the house and I saw both dogs laying in the middle of a circle of laughing, shouting friends, basking in the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert had a little bit of a rough weekend. He has developed an infection but it looks like he is responding to treatment. He would not eat this weekend unless I spread a layer of Fancy Feast over the top of his wet food. Then he would take a bite, roll it around in his mouth to get all of the cat food off and spit out the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is swimming today. We are hoping to know in the next couple of weeks how much it will move him forward. We have added an email list for all of you who have asked to be updated. It's on the right side of the blog, under his picture. We will send out updates about every 10 days or when something important happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Robert isn't at his best, he told me let you know that he is still answering questions for his column.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-2599612130685125451?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2599612130685125451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/2599612130685125451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/robert-update.html' title='Robert Update'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-487466530808786596</id><published>2007-05-07T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:49:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many of you know Robert</title><content type='html'>The anti watchdog.&lt;br /&gt;No stranger left unlicked.&lt;br /&gt;International model.&lt;br /&gt;Dog hater.&lt;br /&gt;Seatbelt destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;Couch hog.&lt;br /&gt;Meat stealer.&lt;br /&gt;Cat cushion.&lt;br /&gt;Attention monger.&lt;br /&gt;Overall bad dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What some of you might not know is that Robert went through surgery for a ruptured disk on February 20th, 2007 and had to have a second surgery on March 12th. Robert was paralyzed for several weeks and still cannot walk. He's cheerful, healthy (except for the whole not walking thing) and works really hard in his physical therapy. He regained strong movement in all four legs the first week of April but his recovery has been very, very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he has been down for so long, he is very weak and his muscles have been wasting. We are racing against the clock to get him back on his feet. Robert gets extensive physical therapy every day at the Oregon Veterinary Specialty Hospital. His surgeon, Dr. Skinner, has been providing this for no charge out of kindness since the surgeries have been rough on Robert. The staff there has been incredible; everyone is very loving to Robert. When I go in there he is always spotless, his bed is clean and he's always getting lots of attention and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we decided that it was time to make some decisions about Robert. We took him in to Back On Track Veterinary Rehabilitation Center to get an evaluation and see if a canine swimming pool and their other therapy options would work for him. We are not sure if it will work but we think this might just be his best bet for getting on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert starts Tuesday May 8th. His kind musician-type friends are putting on a benefit to help with the cost of his rehabilitation. His new rehab sessions starting are $125 per day and his medical bills are over $5,000 - not including the hundreds of hours of staff time that the hospital has already generously donated to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-487466530808786596?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/feeds/487466530808786596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-of-you-know-robert_07.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/487466530808786596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/487466530808786596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-of-you-know-robert_07.html' title='Many of you know Robert'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-6594897201944315727</id><published>2007-05-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:19:03.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Robert - Advice from The Down Dog</title><content type='html'>Robert Answers Your Questions&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Robert, I just had surgery and I am not walking yet either. How do you...uh...I don't know how to say this, keep from 'doing your business' in the house. I don't want to make my mom mad. - &lt;em&gt;Crossed legs in Corpus Christi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Good question CL. I have three words for you 'Let it fly'. Seriously dude, if you don't you will get a bladder infection and no one wants that. Be sure to whine and fret a little before you do so they think that it bothers you to trash the place - then unload.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; I am in awe of your reputation for shredding. I've heard that you hold the record for the most pillows destroyed at the hospital. Is that true? I just can't seem to get the hurt on my blankets, any advice for a novice shredder? - &lt;em&gt;Jaws in Long Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;/strong&gt;Jaws, First of all, thanks for the compliment. Yes, I have been told that I do hold the record for the pillow thing at the hospital. I can also tell you that my mom only has about a 6X6 inch square of towel left to dry herself when she showers. Be sure to hold whatever you are redecorating down with the front of your chest and rip upwards. I find that doing it with the paws just doesn't work as well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Any plans to go back to modeling? - &lt;em&gt;Curious in Albany &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;/strong&gt;Dear Curious, If only! No, I've been retired for a few years now. Afraid that the grey muzzle just wouldn't photograph as well. However, there are some rumors that my photo collection will be re-released as part of the fundraising for my swimming.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; R man! I am a Lab who loves the water. When I heard you were going to swim I felt really bad for you dude. You hate the water, how are you going to handle it? - &lt;em&gt;Raleigh in Salem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly Raleigh, I have no idea. I've heard those guys are really good and since this is pretty much my last chance, I'm just going to tough it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;Dear Robert, I'm new to the neighborhood and only 8 months old. I'm already, like, so in awe of you, dude. I've heard that you totally rule the couch and the bed and covers. My humans won't even let me put a paw on the bed much less the couch or any other furniture. They keep yammering about keeping "all four paws on the floor at all times." What should I do? - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hambone in Portland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Hambone my man! Welcome to the neighborhood. I was so glad to hear you got out of the shelter. Stay strong little dude. The trick is to keep begging and whine SOFTLY. If you do it loud, they will just get mad. If you whine soft enough and sigh alot, they will feel sorry for you. Be sure hold your paw up in the air a little when you are standing by the bed, like you wouldn't dream about disobeying them. I actually heard your mom tell my mom that she gave in once. WAY TO GO, that's how it starts. Once they do it a couple of times they will start talking about giving you 'mixed signals', whatever that means, then your are golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey Robert! How's it Bro? Sorry to here about the surgery, hope it hasn't slowed you down too much. Hey, are you still dating that poodle? I wouldn't mind sharin' a bone with her. Anyway, can you help me out with some more pick-up lines? That one about "Can I borrow your phone number, I lost mine" isn't working out for me - might just be a breed thing. There is this little Pomeranian at the park that just got her summer cut. Poofy little hairdo, feathered back down to her legs. She's driving me wild!!! Anyway, hang loose my man. Out - &lt;em&gt;Squeaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Squeak! Long time, no see! It's nice to hear from you, man. Look, if I know you, you are running around like a fool when you see her in the park, stealing her toys and showing off. You just have to be cool. Don't just walk up right behind her to sniff her, walk up and do it from the side, like you just happen to be passing by. Poms are really smart so she's not going to fall for any lines. Try doing something special for her - you know, like go roll in something dead. Good luck fur ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-6594897201944315727?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6594897201944315727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6594897201944315727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/ask-robert-advice-from-down-dog.html' title='Ask Robert - Advice from The Down Dog'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905442698754649176.post-6497804604607616063</id><published>2007-05-04T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:27:51.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emails to Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/RkXUNpo4YDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gvnDQKtUIBU/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063686687028699186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/RkXUNpo4YDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gvnDQKtUIBU/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear Robert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading your column and I saw that Raleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; in Salem asked about how you’re going to handle the water therapy. I saw you yesterday after my “tub-time” and wanted to let you know that all the humans at Back on Track have lots and lots of cookies. I know cuz I’ve been going for quite a while. I know which pockets to check if they don’t remember to ante up the treats. You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry. I’ve seen big German Shepherds and Huskies in the tub whining like babies, but they make it through. Maybe I’ll see you next week. I’m usually there on Tuesdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Keno, the Wonder Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Go for the cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hey Robert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, what's up with the "not walking" thing? Are you sure you're not just faking it for the attention and planning a big, sudden "miracle" cure in the church to convert the heathen? Well, if it's for real, then my thoughts and good wishes are with you for a full recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KC Cowan (Oregon Art Beat, OPB-TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hey Robert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a no show for your musical dog show, but hopefully by the time I see you you'll be up on all fours putting the fear of dog into any government agents who come sniffing around. Have a rockin' good time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matt Zaffino (Chief meteorologist, KGW Newschannel 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Robert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry to hear about your woes! I hope to see you up on four legs again soon. Till then, rest up and try not to kick any more nurses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love from Massachusetts, Tracy Grammer (Award Winning Folk Artist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hi Robert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would most certainly be there to play a few songs, but I'm in Montana and don't get back until the 20th! Please know that I am there in spririt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheers, Tom May (Host of National Radio Show River City Folk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Robert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so excited to hear of a concert for you, I scrambled for a pen to write down the directions, mis-clicked (this must be a word in this day and age), and ACCIDENTLY UNSUBSCRIBED!! Please put me down on the email string agin. Or, have your person do that for you! I look forward to meeting you Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Robert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm psyched to play your show -- just invited everyone I know -- sending you great butt-rubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Juliet Wyers (Celebrated Performing Songwriter) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there...wouldn't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Robrt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every snce u got sck, mom dsnt hav tyme for me. I hate u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hello Robert you old poop head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know I still haven't forgiven you for snapping at me last time you were over, BUT I couldn't help noticing last time I saw you, you seemed a little out of it. I am very concerned. The squirrel situation in your yard can't possibly be being given enough attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This squirrel thing is really really really really really really important. I can't stress this enough. Really. They simply must be attended to, properly located, and treed. So let me know, if I have to come over there I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yours, Nikai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hey Robert, Do you have any food you don't want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Phil The Dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Hi Robert-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I can't make it to your fundraising concert - I'm out of town until the 23rd but I'll be thinking of you and sending you good, healing thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jinx Deville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905442698754649176-6497804604607616063?l=robertthedoberman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6497804604607616063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905442698754649176/posts/default/6497804604607616063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertthedoberman.blogspot.com/2007/05/emails-to-robert.html' title='Emails to Robert'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15110338820843665412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00453563452651271096'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubKtWs8w0rg/RkXUNpo4YDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gvnDQKtUIBU/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>