<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787</id><updated>2012-01-08T21:31:43.559+11:00</updated><category term='recipe'/><category term='bath'/><category term='big adventure'/><category term='bark'/><category term='bestest'/><category term='weight'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Kane</title><subtitle type='html'>These are the adventures of Kane, an older German Shepherd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02268101757563674818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1L8gnF3ozI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cV3qGK4lGSk/S220/tintin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>689</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1543732853904923765</id><published>2009-12-14T14:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:50:14.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'>final entry - RIP my dear friend</title><content type='html'>Last night, Kane was in considerable distress.  He initially slept on his mat near the couch and rested reasonably well.  Before midnight, he moved to his usual spot in the hall way but began panting heavily, alternating with heavy breathing while laying down.  His head was going up and down constantly, hitting the floor with a thud.  I was up every hour or so to console him to try and get him to relax.   He was also very thirsty and I carried water to him.  As he was already on a high dosage of the Desmopressin for his diabetes inspidus, something else was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Kane didn't move at all, although his breathing was more relaxed.  I had to make the difficult phone call to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet came in the early afternoon (without phoning first) to prepare Kane and Margie came soon after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet then gave Kane an injection to put him to sleep.  The vet took Kane for cremation by &lt;a href="http://www.petsatpeace.com.au/"&gt;Pets At Peace&lt;/a&gt;.  It was good to have Margie here and she was also very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall miss Kane very much.  We had a great (nearly) two years together.  He was an incredible canine companion with the sweetest disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane lived life to the fullest with every opportunity for a walk taken, made many great canine friends in the neighbourhood and had a wide assortment of food (he was a food hound).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall miss him terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1543732853904923765?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1543732853904923765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1543732853904923765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1543732853904923765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1543732853904923765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-entry-rip-my-dear-friend.html' title='final entry - RIP my dear friend'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-9057666273707038159</id><published>2009-12-13T21:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:44:52.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sluggish Sunday, no vegetables please</title><content type='html'>Kane was very unsettled last night and I woke in the middle of the night to hear him panting heavily.  Poor puppy, he must have been in pain again.  I went to him and stroked his head, which relaxed him as his breathing changed to a slower pace.  Then I whispered to Kane to lie down and he did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a warm day.  Usually, temperatures above 33 degrees Celsius affect Kane, but today was only 31.6 degrees C and it made him rather sluggish.  Kane did walk as it suited him, having a drink of water.  He also walked down and then up the deck steps twice (in the mid-morning and then mid-afternoon) to do a wee.  Of course, I guided Kane but with the afternoon up-step, he didn't want to climb so I had to lift him.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, Kane waited enthusiastically in the kitchen while I cut up his dinner of diced raw lamb chops and cooked zucchini and green beans.  When it was dinner time, Kane didn't have much of an appetite.  Thankfully, he finished it a few hours later.  I thought perhaps he couldn't chew anymore, but he may have been less keen on the zucchini, which I removed and he didn't finish the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1qat7-hdWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZK0ZJer65uU/s1600-h/P1010126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1qat7-hdWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZK0ZJer65uU/s400/P1010126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429822414733276514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1qacpUi-1I/AAAAAAAAABc/MrGPGhklq2Q/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1qacpUi-1I/AAAAAAAAABc/MrGPGhklq2Q/s400/P1010127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429822117667601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy.  He seems so tired.  His urine is also very yellow, which usually means it is concentrated, though with Kane's diabetes inspidus, it was always clear, so I suspect that the medication is affecting his kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking each day as it comes, one day at a time.  Kane's prospects are up and down like a yo-yo, which is not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-9057666273707038159?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/9057666273707038159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=9057666273707038159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9057666273707038159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9057666273707038159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/sluggish-sunday-no-vegetables-please.html' title='sluggish Sunday, no vegetables please'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuYUdm3xQgY/S1qat7-hdWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZK0ZJer65uU/s72-c/P1010126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6858941770005603940</id><published>2009-12-12T21:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:22:19.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Kane has adapted well to the new regimen. In the morning, he doesn't even ask for food anymore unlike the previous routine of a chicken wing as soon as I got up.  It seems Kane has strong bladder and can hold his urine all day, despite having a morning drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNktJGaMdI/AAAAAAAABYE/V8eknceIh6A/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNktJGaMdI/AAAAAAAABYE/V8eknceIh6A/s400/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414281903729160658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNkslmDp5I/AAAAAAAABX8/6kNtYNUrGDU/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNkslmDp5I/AAAAAAAABX8/6kNtYNUrGDU/s400/P1010124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414281894198224786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNksG1IyBI/AAAAAAAABX0/-7AjW0abnNQ/s1600-h/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNksG1IyBI/AAAAAAAABX0/-7AjW0abnNQ/s400/P1010125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414281885939976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I left Kane to go to the city for a replacement computer (the three-year old Toshiba laptop completely stopped working, and the nine-year old Compaq laptop was an interim measure, working for only an hour at a time before freezing and needing to be restarted).  Hence, the recent photos being posted to Kane's blog courtesy of Apple MacBook (but where are the PgUp and PgDn keys?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane was content looking out the front through the screen door.  He was actually by the hallway when I left and when I returned, he was near the front door.  Later, I left him to walk to the shops.  I still miss our walks to the shops together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned, Kane seemed content.  He even tried to muster a bark.  Good dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner, Kane walked down the steps for a wee and poo.  He tends to be able to go by himself, but I like to help him by lifting his hips on the last step to soften the impact of landing on the ground.  On the way back up, Kane was fine, though I stood behind him gave him a little lift of his hips.  Just gentle guidance really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane is also used to the smaller quantity of food for dinner too, mostly protein and then he takes his time with the dry food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kane is fairly stable and he is content so perhaps it is best to let him be with the new treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6858941770005603940?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6858941770005603940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6858941770005603940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6858941770005603940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6858941770005603940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyNktJGaMdI/AAAAAAAABYE/V8eknceIh6A/s72-c/P1010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4218471741894983015</id><published>2009-12-11T20:45:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:27:26.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Kane is now walking more and standing up by himself.&amp;nbsp; This morning, after guarding me outside the bathroom, he walked out to the deck to drink some water.&amp;nbsp; Later he laid at the front end of the hallway from where he could see the front door, then I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was still in the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I gave Kane some of my dinner (pasta with veal mince/tomato sauce) added to his kangaroo mince.&amp;nbsp; He is enthused about waiting for dinner again.&amp;nbsp; Kane ate his wet food with gusto and started on his dry food.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately when Kane wanted to go and do a wee, he was reluctant to use the deck steps so I had to help him down, and afterwards, up again.&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy, despite the stronger medication, he must know it would hurt his joints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4218471741894983015?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4218471741894983015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4218471741894983015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4218471741894983015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4218471741894983015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3997507319191862078</id><published>2009-12-10T20:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:52:54.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Last night, Kane finally walked to the hallway where he normally sleeps at night.&amp;nbsp; This morning, he stayed there while I used the bathroom and afterwards, he walked over to his mat near the couch (next to the coffee table).&amp;nbsp; I gave Kane some water and then left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to leave work earlier as we had an office lunch.&amp;nbsp; When I returned home, Kane had moved to just inside the front door.&amp;nbsp; Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, Martin came over to visit (he used to live in the house behind our yard) and Kane stood up to greet him and was even going to go out the front door.&amp;nbsp; It was good to see Kane acting like his old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a quick visit and we sat out on the deck.&amp;nbsp; Kane also went down the deck steps to go and do a wee.&amp;nbsp; I did help him with the last step, to reduce the impact on his hip joints.&amp;nbsp; Then Kane came back up by himself.&amp;nbsp; Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when Martin was leaving, Kane even got up from the deck to see him out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Kane ate his dinner faster as usual.&amp;nbsp; It was 250g raw kangaroo mince with some cooked brown rice mixed into it, followed by a cup of dry food. Afterwards, Kane went to do another wee but when he climbed back up the deck steps, he stumbled and fell back, so I carried him up.&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see Kane up and walking around again.&amp;nbsp; The stronger medication must be more effective.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it is only providing him with relief and his joints aren't actually regaining condition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3997507319191862078?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3997507319191862078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3997507319191862078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3997507319191862078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3997507319191862078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday_10.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3755921620242773560</id><published>2009-12-09T19:45:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:06:55.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>some extra time</title><content type='html'>Last night, Kane slept just inside the back door instead of in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he wanted to lay close to me by the couch and we waited until the visit by the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margie came over first and then the vet arrived.  It was also another vet as our regular vet doesn't make house calls.  The vet determined that aside from Kane's mobility due to arthritis, he is in reasonable condition.  His shoulder muscles have atrophied a little though and unlikely to rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a decision that I couldn't make given Kane's recent improvement, so the vet suggested &lt;a href="http://www.previcox.com/"&gt;Previcox&lt;/a&gt; instead of the Metacam that he has been taking.  The Previcox is also in tablet form, so is more convenient.  Kane was also given a Pentosan injection (as &lt;a href="http://www.cartrophen.com/index.htm"&gt;Cartrophen&lt;/a&gt;).  The vet said that Kane would either improve, but if not, the treatment has bought him an extra week.  It was good to have Margie's support as I was rather emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I gave Kane raw kangaroo mince for dinner (about 200g) along with some cooked brown rice.  He ate it all, but not the dry food that I gave him afterwards.  Though he did finish the dry food half an hour later.  Kane is no longer a gobbler of food, though he does like the ham and cheese that I have been giving to him during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane also managed to walk down the deck steps and I only helped lift his back legs off the last step (to minimise impact as he usually jumps down).  He did a big wee and I made him walk further down the back of the yard when he finally did a poo.  I finally worked out that walking was part of the process. Duh!  Kane then walked up the deck steps mostly unassisted.  Good dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the right decision for now.  If the vet had come on Monday when Kane was at his worst, I most likely would have agreed to the other option.  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This time I carried him down.&amp;nbsp; He did his wee, but no poo.&amp;nbsp; Then I helped him up the steps but he did most of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane ate most of his dinner, albeit a reduced amount along with his medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I was inside and while Kane was on the deck, he went down the steps by himself.&amp;nbsp; I didn't see and he seemed okay.&amp;nbsp; Lately, he would collapse at the bottom but not this time.&amp;nbsp; After another wee, he came back up unassisted.&amp;nbsp; Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he has just been sore and needed a week to rest his joints. I'm hopeful, but will ask the vet tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; It may just be a momentary reprieve.&amp;nbsp; Kane like most German Shepherds is stoic and will put up with a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, later today, has been much better than the last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-291803055747878123?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/291803055747878123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=291803055747878123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/291803055747878123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/291803055747878123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-better-tuesday.html' title='almost better Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1074455250383458235</id><published>2009-12-07T19:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:43:53.372+11:00</updated><title type='text'>barely Monday</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy, everything is such an effort now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Kane hardly moved.&amp;nbsp; He moved from one spot to another in the hall way by one body length and that tired him and he barely moved afterwards.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't able to make a veterinary appointment house call today so made one for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Kane a little bit of water in his spot and then had to leave him for work.&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane had moved to the dining area - it's a great vantage point from which to survey the house.&amp;nbsp; It would have taken him a lot of effort to move about 8 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Kane his dinner of cooked kangaroo mince and rice but Kane wanted to go out the back. Instead, I encouraged him to go out the front.&amp;nbsp; As soon as he was on the landing of the steps, Kane did a wee.&amp;nbsp; I led Kane down the steps, which are less steep than the back deck ones and into the yard and he did another wee.&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy then laid down.&amp;nbsp; It must have been tiring.&amp;nbsp; I had to wash the wee off the front steps with water and then led Kane back up.&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy could barely make it up and at the first step, finally let out a poo.&amp;nbsp; Good dog - he hadn't done one for nearly two days.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Kane could not go up the steps and I had to lift him a bit at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the smaller amount of food served, Kane didn't finish his dinner and left a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the next two days off work to spend at home with Kane.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poor puppy, his joints are failing.&amp;nbsp; Kane is such a loyal canine, I hope he is not hanging on despite the pain for my sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1074455250383458235?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1074455250383458235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1074455250383458235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1074455250383458235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1074455250383458235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/barely-monday.html' title='barely Monday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5975549640930839774</id><published>2009-12-06T22:15:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:47:05.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy.  Kane refused to go down the deck steps this morning, then when I tried to take him out the front, he laid down on the landing of the front steps and refused to move.  That meant he didn't do a wee or poo all day.  I gave him a snack treat though, which he was content to eat (despite showing no interest yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane's movements have been minimal all day, mostly lying by the front door and then moving to the dining area.  His joints are weak and must also hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane did eat his dinner of cooked kangaroo mince with brown rice inside before moving to the deck for dry food.  He also walked down the deck steps, with some difficulty to go and do a wee, but not before falling on the last step.  Poor puppy.  I had to help him up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is coming soon to relieve Kane of his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane 21/2251e176.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane%2021/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2251e176.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/4387858213050289787-5975549640930839774?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5975549640930839774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5975549640930839774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5975549640930839774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5975549640930839774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-970338605784415471</id><published>2009-12-05T21:45:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:55:52.962+11:00</updated><title type='text'>slowing Saturday</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy.&amp;nbsp; His old age is manifesting more.&amp;nbsp; This morning, Kane seemed too weary to have his chicken wing for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I had to hold it for him as he crunched each segment before swallowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Margie came to visit but Kane didn't move from the floor where he was laying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I gave Kane the raw beef mince/cooked kangaroo mince/cooked brown rice mix like yesterday.&amp;nbsp; He took a look and then went down from he deck to do a wee.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Kane had trouble climbing up the steps so I had to lift his legs up each step (of which there were only three).&amp;nbsp; Thankfully,&amp;nbsp;Kane finished his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy is seeming more weary.&amp;nbsp; I fear old age has caught up with him and his remaining days are short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-970338605784415471?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/970338605784415471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=970338605784415471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/970338605784415471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/970338605784415471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/slowing-saturday.html' title='slowing Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2931605882825068558</id><published>2009-12-04T20:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:22:25.881+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No more vegetables</title><content type='html'>Our mornings are back to the usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was laying on his cool spot, just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I modified Kane's dinner.  I hadn't cooked the mix like before (with carrots and cabbage), instead cooking the kangaroo mince and brown rice separately (yesterday).  So for dinner, Kane had a few spoonfuls of cooked brown rice, mixed in with 200g of raw beef mince and 150g of cooked kangaroo mince.  The serving was about half of his usual serving, but it was without the other filler of cabbage and carrot, which was to bulk out his food as Kane never knew when he was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meat and rice, Kane also had a cup of dry food and he ate all of that.  So all is good.  Besides, with Kane being less active, his intake of food should also be reduced.  He has put on a little bit of weight lately, healthily though we would not want to strain his joints any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2931605882825068558?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2931605882825068558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2931605882825068558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2931605882825068558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2931605882825068558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-more-vegetables.html' title='No more vegetables'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3254891814657461412</id><published>2009-12-03T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:31:57.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Kane was his usual self this morning.  He was eager for his chicken wing and then when I had a shower, he laid in the hallway with me in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a fresh beef bone piece but he wasn't that interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was laying on his cool spot under the bathroom window. Today was warmer than yesterday but not unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane ate more of his fish and vegetables (not served) from yesterday with another piece of marlin (fish) steak, crumbled.  Kane gobbled in his usual manner at first but then slowed down.  He left some vegetables, which I topped up with dry food.  Unfortunately, Kane left a bit of food untouched.  It's very unlike Kane not to finish all his food.  He never felt full before, maybe he does now.  Poor puppy.  Perhaps with his lack of physical activity now, he doesn't get as hungry as much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3254891814657461412?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3254891814657461412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3254891814657461412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3254891814657461412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3254891814657461412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3199297956547146593</id><published>2009-12-02T21:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:43:01.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday woes</title><content type='html'>This morning, Kane ate the remainder of last night's dinner, which had been put back in the fridge.  When I had a shower, Kane stayed on the deck.  It was very unlike Kane as he usually follows me everywhere and likes to lay nearby with me in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before leaving for work, I took him out the front as a form of stimulation.  Kane did do a healthy poo, but even walking to the front of next door and back home wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was on his duvet on the deck.  For dinner, I gave Kane fresh pan-fried (no oil) gemfish fillets with diced carrots and zucchini.  This time I gave him half of what he would normally eat, but he left some vegetables.  Perhaps he is sick of eating carrots.  After that I gave him a cup of dry food but had to bring it in to where he was laying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy, he doesn't seem to be as interested in food anymore and he really likes fish.  Perhaps he was still full from having such a big morning meal.  Even when Kane had trouble moving he still had a bright spark.  It seems his spark is starting to wane.  I hope that it is only temporary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3199297956547146593?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3199297956547146593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3199297956547146593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3199297956547146593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3199297956547146593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/wednesday-woes.html' title='Wednesday woes'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7384081022507318648</id><published>2009-12-01T21:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:51:35.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday and RIP Buddy</title><content type='html'>This morning, after I gave Kane his bone, he nibbled on it a bit.  Later he went out to the yard to go for a wee but took his bone as far as the steps and dropped it there, so I put it back on the deck.  After I had locked up the back, I stayed behind peering through the kitchen window to see if he was settled.  Poor puppy, he went to do a wee and then returned to the deck, looking for me through the glass of the back door.  He does miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned late from work.  I went straight from work to the city to meet Jon, who was in town with his work and we had dinner.  I didn't get home until 8pm.  I gave Kane his dinner straight away, about an hour later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Kane didn't have much of an appetite and only ate one third of his dinner.  I hope it wasn't from being anxious that I hadn't returned in time.  At that hour, Kane should have been quite hungry.  The concern now is that he had ingested the Metacam medication (anti-inflammatory and pain reliever) but on an emptier stomach, it could upset his stomach or make him nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that Buddy the Fox Terrier who has visited and stayed over a few times, died today aged 10.  He had been taking steroids for nerve damage. Buddy was a great dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7384081022507318648?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7384081022507318648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7384081022507318648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7384081022507318648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7384081022507318648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday and RIP Buddy'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4221793295380669821</id><published>2009-11-30T20:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:19:41.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of one cycle, halfway through another...</title><content type='html'>Monday is the start of another weekly cycle.  Today, Kane was content to spend the day on the deck during a relatively cool day, with some periods of rain.  Kane had his bone.  Monday is the halfway mark of the market cycle, which really starts on Thursday (after supplies are shopped on the Wednesday).  Ordinarily, the fresh bone and chicken wings commence on Thursdays and finish on Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had the third of his four meal batch.  Another cycle, as each cooked batch of kangaroo mince, rice and vegetables lasts four meals.  This one can't really be fixed to an exact day of the week.  Sometimes, the added extras can be cycled - tonight I added diced raw beef heart, with enough for tomorrow.  From Wednesday, there will be fresh beef mince.  Unless of course, Kane gets fresh fish for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is cycled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4221793295380669821?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4221793295380669821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4221793295380669821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4221793295380669821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4221793295380669821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning-of-one-cycle-halfway-through.html' title='beginning of one cycle, halfway through another...'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5066973912839325446</id><published>2009-11-29T20:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:44:43.071+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was cool with light rain showers from time to time.  It would have been a great day for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane spent most of they day indoors with me, mostly sleeping or resting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5066973912839325446?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5066973912839325446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5066973912839325446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5066973912839325446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5066973912839325446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleepy-sunday.html' title='sleepy Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8147493318696374339</id><published>2009-11-28T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:09:11.782+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday slowness</title><content type='html'>Today was a pleasant day.  Kane spent most of the day inside laying by the front door.  I left him in the early afternoon to walk to the shops and when I returned, his head was down, which was good as it meant his was resting and not waiting anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Kane his dinner earlier today (5.45pm instead of 7pm), and left him on the deck.  Devi came over and we went into the city with plans to watch the film &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.whowillsurvive2012.com/"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, the early evening session in the city was booked out, so we stayed in the city for dinner (of noodles) before returning at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane was asleep on his duvet on the deck.  Good dog!  I don't like disrupting his routine but he seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of watching a film in the city, we are watched a gruesome horror film, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.midnightmeattrainthemovie.com/"&gt;Midnight Meat Train&lt;/a&gt;, which I had previously recorded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8147493318696374339?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8147493318696374339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8147493318696374339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8147493318696374339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8147493318696374339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-slowness.html' title='Saturday slowness'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-987789318543136206</id><published>2009-11-27T21:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:59:41.288+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday better day</title><content type='html'>This morning, Kane was fine, unlike yesterday.  He was also content with a bone on the deck before I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work this afternoon, Kane was laying on his cool spot outside under the bathroom window.  This time, I repositioned him and then he stood up by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Kane had 300g of raw minced (ground) beef with boiled diced carrots and zucchini.  I hadn't made another batch of his regular dinner mix until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.  It was a very pleasant temperature outside but more importantly, Kane stood up on his own today without any assistance.  Good dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-987789318543136206?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/987789318543136206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=987789318543136206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/987789318543136206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/987789318543136206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-better-day.html' title='Friday better day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-626720271684248343</id><published>2009-11-26T21:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:46:52.854+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday bad day</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy, his unsteadiness is occurring more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I gave Kane his chicken for breakfast in the kitchen, while he was standing, he lost balance and laid down.  I had to help him stand up but also discovered a 'deposit'.  Poor puppy, he must have momentarily lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Kane was up, he was okay and the morning routine was as usual.  The gardener turned up this morning (instead of this coming Saturday) but Kane didn't notice as he worked in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a warm but not unpleasant day.  When I returned home from work, Kane was laying on his cool spot outside.  I had to help him stand up though.  Kane is having difficulty standing up from laying down on certain surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy, he's definitely geriatric and requiring care befitting of the elderly.  Thankfully he's still alert and interested, and more importantly still enjoying his food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-626720271684248343?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/626720271684248343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=626720271684248343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/626720271684248343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/626720271684248343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-bad-day.html' title='Thursday bad day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7094154556376133284</id><published>2009-11-25T21:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:37:05.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Kane slept out on the deck last night.  It was quite late and I called Kane in for bedtime, but he was content laying in his usual napping spot.  This morning, Kane had moved closer to the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a warm day and ended up being warmer than forecast.  When I returned home from work, Kane was laying in his usual cool spot under the bathroom window.  I left Kane to make his own way inside while I put away supplies from the market.  Poor puppy hadn't moved when I went back outside, so I had to help him to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had fresh fish for dinner.  It was nearly a whole deep sea bream (without the head - about 500g) poached and served with bones removed along with diced carrots and zucchini.  Protein plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight, Kane was laying by his inside water bowl but had trouble standing up, so I helped him up.  I was filled with dread that he had lost the use of his hind legs.  Thankfully, after an hour of resting, he managed to stand up by himself and go outside, to the deck then down the steps to wee, then return up the steps.  Poor puppy, he can still manage, but it isn't easy anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7094154556376133284?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7094154556376133284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7094154556376133284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7094154556376133284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7094154556376133284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday_25.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8825144012218488750</id><published>2009-11-24T20:45:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:59:39.307+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Kane recovered from his soreness last night.  I had hoped to keep him close by my bed at bedtime but he managed to walk to his usual spot in the hall way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another cooler day and Kane spent the day on the deck.  He was still there when I returned home from work, in his usual napping spot.  This morning's beef bone was nowhere to be found, so Kane must have taken it to the yard to 'age'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_IAkFveI/AAAAAAAABXs/qjGwb4p_Dg8/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_IAkFveI/AAAAAAAABXs/qjGwb4p_Dg8/s400/P1010098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414240583852342754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_Hb2l_PI/AAAAAAAABXk/XUA-Gi78Vbk/s1600-h/P1010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_Hb2l_PI/AAAAAAAABXk/XUA-Gi78Vbk/s400/P1010099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414240573997841650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_G6h-RKI/AAAAAAAABXc/mgf1sDL4C2g/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_G6h-RKI/AAAAAAAABXc/mgf1sDL4C2g/s400/P1010100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414240565052982434" 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/4387858213050289787-8825144012218488750?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8825144012218488750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8825144012218488750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8825144012218488750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8825144012218488750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday_24.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SyM_IAkFveI/AAAAAAAABXs/qjGwb4p_Dg8/s72-c/P1010098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8514216663466992120</id><published>2009-11-23T21:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:14:37.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was a very pleasant and cool day, so Kane spent the day on the deck with another fresh piece of marrow bone.  When I returned home from work, Kane was still on the deck.  Good dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after Kane's dinner of his regular kangaroo/vegetable/rice mix, I gave him some raw meaty oxtail pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kane's post-dinner toilet business, he must have stumbled while climbing up the deck steps.  I was inside ironing shirts and noticed that Kane was taking his time so went to have a look.  Poor puppy was sitting below the steps and looked like he may have fallen.  I helped him up the steps but it seemed his back legs were sore as he didn't stretch out his back legs when he stood up.  Usually Kane recovers rather quickly.  I hope his soreness doesn't linger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8514216663466992120?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8514216663466992120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8514216663466992120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8514216663466992120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8514216663466992120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3818062461607860571</id><published>2009-11-22T20:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:53:52.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday stuff</title><content type='html'>Kane woke me at 4.30am to let him outside.  I must be very tuned towards Kane's needs subconsciously as despite Kane being very quiet, I must have sensed while asleep that he needed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pleasant day.  It would have been a great day for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3818062461607860571?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3818062461607860571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3818062461607860571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3818062461607860571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3818062461607860571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-stuff.html' title='Sunday stuff'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1495498568767298622</id><published>2009-11-21T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:34:45.212+11:00</updated><title type='text'>another slow Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was a warm day.  The gardener came at the usual time but Kane didn't even notice.  Afterwards, I walked to the shops and left Kane minding the house.  I still miss Kane accompanying me on the shop walk.  The outing now only takes under an hour.  When Kane came with me, I'd plan a decent walk into the outing that took two or more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Kim came over for dinner of Singapore curry chicken with rice and green beans.  This time, Kane had his dinner before the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1495498568767298622?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1495498568767298622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1495498568767298622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1495498568767298622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1495498568767298622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-slow-saturday.html' title='another slow Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6663184095893920077</id><published>2009-11-20T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:35:21.155+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Today was forecast to be hot, so Kane was indoors again.  There was a bit of rain in the afternoon, so the temperature only reached 34.8 degrees Celsius (94.6 F) and not 38 or 39 C (100.4 or 102.2 F) as forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was patiently waiting, laying down with his head up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6663184095893920077?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6663184095893920077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6663184095893920077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6663184095893920077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6663184095893920077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3699593753209032049</id><published>2009-11-19T21:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:17:22.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hot Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was a hot day as forecast.   This morning, I took Kane out the front to let him pee and poo and then left him inside the house, to stay cool.  The temperature reached 38 degrees Celsius (100.4 F) at 4.16pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane had moved from the hallway to near the front door.  Sue B from work helped me to drop by at the vet after work for more &lt;a href="http://www.metacam.co.uk/"&gt;Metacam&lt;/a&gt;, which Kane has been taking with his food since 14 July. It was a timely re-supply as the third bottle ran out with tonight's dosage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue stayed for a cold drink and talked of her travel plans for next year and then she went home.  Sue did comment that Kane still has a very lively spark in him, despite his worsening ability to walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3699593753209032049?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3699593753209032049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3699593753209032049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3699593753209032049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3699593753209032049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-thursday.html' title='hot Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1818348195273199798</id><published>2009-11-18T22:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:22:11.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This morning when I left for work, Kane waited behind the gate to see me depart, laying down.  Just as I crossed the road, I remembered not taking my normal glasses, so returned home.  I had a peek behind the gate and Kane had stood up to move.  Now I know that once he sees me depart for work, he doesn't sit behind the gate for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon when I returned from work, Kane was laying on his cool spot under the bathroom window.  CQ came later in the evening for a dinner of sausages and boiled potatoes and peas, then a viewing of a very scary film, &lt;a href="http://onemissedcallmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Missed Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after his dinner and regular as clockwork, Kane walked down off the deck to do his pee and poo.  I thought he was taking a bit long so checked on him and he was laying with his head up in the yard.  I called him in, but he stumbled at the deck steps.  Poor puppy, I had to help him up the steps.  I used to panic when Kane first started stumbling, but it's a sign of his age and that he does need extra attention and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1818348195273199798?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1818348195273199798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1818348195273199798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1818348195273199798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1818348195273199798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday_18.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1924025651971443573</id><published>2009-11-17T21:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:11:44.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today was back to normal, both weather-wise (not too hot) and Kane's physical condition.  This morning, Kane was content with a new piece of marrow bone as I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was laying on his cool spot under the bathroom window.  He was able to stand up with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after dinner, Kane is content to lay around on his deck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1924025651971443573?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1924025651971443573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1924025651971443573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1924025651971443573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1924025651971443573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday_17.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7860938705945854943</id><published>2009-11-16T20:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:46:15.262+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Hot day</title><content type='html'>With the house back to ourselves, Kane slept in the hall way last night.  This morning, he was a little stiff in the joints and had trouble moving off the floor, so I had to help him stand up and then he was able to stretch his legs.  Poor puppy, it has only happened on the odd occasion and I hope it remains that way.  I am dreading the time when even with my help, Kane will not even be able to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hot day as forecast.  This morning, I took Kane out the front to let him pee and poo and then left him inside the house, to stay cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane appeared not to have moved from the same spot.  Poor puppy, he was so patient waiting for me to return home.  The first thing he did when I opened the back door was to go out for a pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane is content to lay by the front door and bark occasionally at nobody in particular.  I think Kane is just announcing his presence in general and that he is watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7860938705945854943?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7860938705945854943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7860938705945854943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7860938705945854943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7860938705945854943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-day.html' title='Hot day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3042660387141564798</id><published>2009-11-15T20:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:49:04.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday slowness</title><content type='html'>Our visitors departed this morning, so the house has quietened down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very warm day but it was cooler inside and Kane was content to lay around, mainly in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3042660387141564798?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3042660387141564798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3042660387141564798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3042660387141564798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3042660387141564798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-slowness.html' title='Sunday slowness'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5623543542132900070</id><published>2009-11-14T20:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:39:30.956+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Saturday stuff</title><content type='html'>Kane usually sleeps in the hallway or in the bathroom.  As we had visitors staying, I kept him in my bedroom last night and he slept very soundly, laying down completely instead of laying with his head up and panting.  Perhaps he was reassured with me in his sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very warm day.  Michelle, Christopher and baby Luca left in the morning for an engagement party (their reason to visit) and then the gardener arrived.  In the afternoon, I left Kane to walk to the shops.  Poor  puppy, we used to do a lot together out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening after Kane's dinner he was looking out the front door, through the screen door and barked at passersby.  It was a rich low loud bark.  I was in my room and went over to check out the situation.  Good dog!  He was doing his duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_MMATulmI/AAAAAAAABWE/wGJi0tx0xYw/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_MMATulmI/AAAAAAAABWE/wGJi0tx0xYw/s400/P1010094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404262584481125986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_ML1_gn4I/AAAAAAAABV8/q8Rqfk2fl7E/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_ML1_gn4I/AAAAAAAABV8/q8Rqfk2fl7E/s400/P1010095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404262581711970178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5623543542132900070?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5623543542132900070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5623543542132900070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5623543542132900070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5623543542132900070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-stuff_14.html' title='Saturday stuff'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_MMATulmI/AAAAAAAABWE/wGJi0tx0xYw/s72-c/P1010094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1813303504125760991</id><published>2009-11-13T23:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:37:31.846+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, almost like Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was an almost exciting day.  I had to day off work and spent the day with Kane, though most of the morning was spent cleaning and preparing the house for visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Michelle, Christopher and 16 month old Luca arrived and Kane didn't bark when they came to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane relished having visitors.  He seems to like having a bigger a pack around him with lots of humans, though he didn't really know how to respond to a toddler though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_LjOLw7WI/AAAAAAAABV0/dOhERAfRR3M/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_LjOLw7WI/AAAAAAAABV0/dOhERAfRR3M/s400/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404261883831184738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_LipwZGpI/AAAAAAAABVs/inSPfOdyUGg/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_LipwZGpI/AAAAAAAABVs/inSPfOdyUGg/s400/P1010093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404261874052700818" 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/4387858213050289787-1813303504125760991?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1813303504125760991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1813303504125760991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1813303504125760991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1813303504125760991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-almost-like-saturday.html' title='Friday, almost like Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_LjOLw7WI/AAAAAAAABV0/dOhERAfRR3M/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3963629162673591828</id><published>2009-11-12T19:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:46:13.881+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>When I locked up this morning, Kane disappeared off the deck.  On leaving the house, I looked behind the gate to see if Kane was there but he wasn't.  Of course I worried a little and wanted to go back inside to make sure he was settled but I had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work a little later than usual, Kane was laying on his cool spot under the bathroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I added raw beef mince to Kane's regular cooked mix for dinner.  Unusually this time, he didn't finish his dinner all at once (like a Labrador) but returned to it later.  Not a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3963629162673591828?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3963629162673591828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3963629162673591828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3963629162673591828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3963629162673591828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday_12.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5674766251884563356</id><published>2009-11-11T21:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:27:11.375+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, I couldn't see Kane behind the gate or on the deck, so I presumed he was in his cool spot under the bathroom window.  After opening up the house, I went to have a look but Kane wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to panic but then saw Kane on his way towards the back of the gate.  He saw me and excitedly turned around.  Good dog.  I was only a little late, as Wednesday is market day after work, so Kane must have decided to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had fresh poached &lt;a href="http://www.australianseafood.com.au/species.php?f=158&amp;amp;v=f"&gt;blue warhou&lt;/a&gt; (fish) fillets for dinner (about 400g) with cooked diced carrots and zucchini for dinner.  He really likes fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5674766251884563356?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5674766251884563356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5674766251884563356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5674766251884563356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5674766251884563356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4887888297771886762</id><published>2009-11-10T20:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:34:27.709+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_Kza1_0rI/AAAAAAAABVk/aRKcecqRHmw/s1600-h/P1010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_Kza1_0rI/AAAAAAAABVk/aRKcecqRHmw/s400/P1010089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404261062595826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leaving for work this morning, Kane had gone around to the back of the side gate to see me depart.  So I waved to him and told him not to stay there too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_Ky18RrpI/AAAAAAAABVc/R6RNeKxU8Uo/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_Ky18RrpI/AAAAAAAABVc/R6RNeKxU8Uo/s400/P1010090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404261052690050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_KyizKPDI/AAAAAAAABVU/7aU6lCEHDq8/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_KyizKPDI/AAAAAAAABVU/7aU6lCEHDq8/s400/P1010091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404261047551540274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was on his duvet on the deck.  Though he was laying down, his head was up, in wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane came inside and watched the world go by through the front screen door.  He even barked a few times at passersby.  Good dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4887888297771886762?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4887888297771886762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4887888297771886762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4887888297771886762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4887888297771886762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_Kza1_0rI/AAAAAAAABVk/aRKcecqRHmw/s72-c/P1010089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8829402523379741356</id><published>2009-11-09T19:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:57:28.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>warming weather... again</title><content type='html'>Today was quite warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy, I had to leave him to go to work but he was content with his bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, I couldn't see Kane over the gate.  After I was in, I found Kane in his cool spot under the bathroom window.  Coincidentally, just like last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, to his usual dinner mix, I added 250g raw diced beef heart.  A good dose of iron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8829402523379741356?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8829402523379741356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8829402523379741356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8829402523379741356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8829402523379741356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/warming-weather-again.html' title='warming weather... again'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1278948251389596841</id><published>2009-11-08T21:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:57:43.532+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>There wasn't much happening today.  Kane likes me spending time with him, even though we don't go anywhere anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1278948251389596841?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1278948251389596841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1278948251389596841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1278948251389596841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1278948251389596841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8128177710157887476</id><published>2009-11-07T20:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:09:10.031+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Saturday stuff</title><content type='html'>Our gardener came later in the morning and Kane barked at the front door while I was out the back.  It was also a loud and deep bark.  Good dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Devi came over and we went to the shops for groceries while Kane watched the world through the front door.  When we returned, Devi stayed for a cup of tea and we ate the fruit flans that she had brought over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, to Kane's dinner, I added around 200g of diced raw sirloin steak (the last three dinners had raw beef mince) - hidden in the bottom of his regular mixture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8128177710157887476?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8128177710157887476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8128177710157887476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8128177710157887476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8128177710157887476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-stuff.html' title='Saturday stuff'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4388429299051333898</id><published>2009-11-06T21:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:45:51.200+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>more barking</title><content type='html'>I returned home a little later than usual - only by 20 minutes.  I half expected Kane to be waiting behind the gate, but he was still on his duvet on the deck.  Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Kane engaged in some barking.  I think he was barking along to the magpies warbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4388429299051333898?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4388429299051333898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4388429299051333898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4388429299051333898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4388429299051333898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-barking.html' title='more barking'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2119329415280842975</id><published>2009-11-05T21:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:27:42.449+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was just like yesterday.  In the morning, Kane was into his bone.  When I returned home from work, he was asleep on his duvet.  Possibly just resting as I looked and his eyes were open.  I wonder if canines sometimes sleep with their eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JU1yl4SI/AAAAAAAABVM/j2VnZ7NBr1U/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JU1yl4SI/AAAAAAAABVM/j2VnZ7NBr1U/s400/P1010086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404259437741728034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JUg7MwDI/AAAAAAAABVE/_SABItbUL6k/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JUg7MwDI/AAAAAAAABVE/_SABItbUL6k/s400/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404259432140685362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JUPf19pI/AAAAAAAABU8/F4nht2h2WRo/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JUPf19pI/AAAAAAAABU8/F4nht2h2WRo/s400/P1010088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404259427462542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pleasant day and perfect for walking, but we didn't.  Perhaps we can go on short walks now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was on talking on the telephone and heard loud deep barks from the deck.  It was Kane.  Not that he would have seen much, he probably detected movement of leaves from the breeze, but good dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2119329415280842975?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2119329415280842975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2119329415280842975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2119329415280842975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2119329415280842975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_JU1yl4SI/AAAAAAAABVM/j2VnZ7NBr1U/s72-c/P1010086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5746025622604306729</id><published>2009-11-04T21:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:19:06.775+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-week non-adventures</title><content type='html'>Kane is certainly gnawing his way through his collection of marrow bones.  I sometimes wonder if perhaps he has a calcium deficiency, but he does eat a whole chicken wing for breakfast six times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work today, Kane was asleep or resting on his duvet.  As always, Kane showed his happiness in seeing me by nuzzling up to me.  Though we didn't go for a walk, Kane laid by the front door and attempted to bark at passersby.  Poor puppy, his bark is so weak now.  The mind is willing, but the body is ageing.  His walking was a lot better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kane's dinner tonight, I added about 150g of raw beef mince to increase his protein and iron intake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another batch of his dinners tonight but had run out of brown short grain rice so added a cup of raw pasta instead to cook with the kangaroo mince. I also had a terrible day while shopping on Saturday, misreading labels, not being sharp enough in arguing about an over-charged item, and buying two copies of the same newspaper.  Not surprising then, that I forgot to get more brown rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5746025622604306729?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5746025622604306729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5746025622604306729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5746025622604306729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5746025622604306729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/mid-week-non-adventures.html' title='mid-week non-adventures'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6625807340282937250</id><published>2009-11-03T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:42:38.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>home day</title><content type='html'>Today was a public holiday, called Family and Community Day, so I spent the day at home with Kane.  He was content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margie came to visit in the morning.  On arrival, I led Kane for a walk to the front footpath.  Margie noticed Kane's worsened condition.  We agreed that it would be best not to go on the daily walks anymore.  Poor puppy.  The pain outweighs any benefits of the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his declining physical condition, Kane is mentally alert, curious and takes an interest in his surroundings.  He also likes to eat.  He hasn't given up yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6625807340282937250?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6625807340282937250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6625807340282937250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6625807340282937250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6625807340282937250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-day.html' title='home day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5451311297556273080</id><published>2009-11-02T20:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:24:03.550+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>warming weather</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy, I had to leave him this morning to go to work.  He was happily concentrating on his marrow bone piece though, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_INgTurgI/AAAAAAAABU0/8eUfctDGFyo/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_INgTurgI/AAAAAAAABU0/8eUfctDGFyo/s400/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404258212204424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_INFQhDcI/AAAAAAAABUs/1vcIut7yhVM/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_INFQhDcI/AAAAAAAABUs/1vcIut7yhVM/s400/P1010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404258204943191490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IM5CAy2I/AAAAAAAABUk/NDV77PPxAGI/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IM5CAy2I/AAAAAAAABUk/NDV77PPxAGI/s400/P1010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404258201661131618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IMZFQIKI/AAAAAAAABUc/uhWi650JaJY/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IMZFQIKI/AAAAAAAABUc/uhWi650JaJY/s400/P1010084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404258193084784802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IMO_oZtI/AAAAAAAABUU/OUodfFEZMLg/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_IMO_oZtI/AAAAAAAABUU/OUodfFEZMLg/s400/P1010085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404258190376855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, I could not see Kane through the front of the gate.  After I unlocked the back, I found him in his cool spot under the bathroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go for a walk straight away as it was still warm and the sun still up too high.  Instead, we waited an hour until the sun descended a little.  In any case, we didn't walk around the small block.  We walked to the end of the block and then turned around and visited our neighbours on the other side.  It was a quick 10 minute outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane does bark a little from time to time while on the deck, but his barks are barely a whisper like someone with laryngitis.  Poor puppy.  His is frail and elderly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5451311297556273080?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5451311297556273080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5451311297556273080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5451311297556273080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5451311297556273080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/warming-weather.html' title='warming weather'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_INgTurgI/AAAAAAAABU0/8eUfctDGFyo/s72-c/P1010081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7611030532059086617</id><published>2009-11-01T19:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:29:46.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday slow day</title><content type='html'>Today was a warm day.  I left Kane briefly at midday to go out to lunch for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; (more commonly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum cha&lt;/span&gt; in Australia) with a former work colleague, now retired.  Kane was content to lay by the front door and keep guard looking out through the screen door until I returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a walk today, we had a rest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite taking the &lt;a href="http://www.metacam.co.uk/"&gt;Metacam&lt;/a&gt; every day, it is not fully effective as a pain reliever.  Poor puppy still suffers from chronic pain in his joints, but he is rather stoic.  He must feel it worse late at night as expressed by his constant panting.  I usually can't get to sleep from worry until I hear Kane's breathing settle into a sleeping pattern.  Poor puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7611030532059086617?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7611030532059086617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7611030532059086617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7611030532059086617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7611030532059086617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-slow-day.html' title='Sunday slow day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-9195830927122681277</id><published>2009-10-31T20:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:51:03.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>slow Saturday</title><content type='html'>Our gardener was back for the morning, but I left Kane looking through the screen door as I left to meet Susan D at the markets for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I returned, I spent some time with Kane before leaving him again to go to the shops.  I bumped into Martin on the way home and he came back with me briefly to say hello to Kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a storm was imminent, Kane and I went on our small block walk.  As it turned out, the storm never eventuated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk around the small block has become hard work for Kane.  Soon, it will be every second day that we walk.  Poor puppy, his old age is really catching up with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-9195830927122681277?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/9195830927122681277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=9195830927122681277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9195830927122681277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9195830927122681277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-saturday.html' title='slow Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4583487372687353710</id><published>2009-10-30T20:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:59:20.684+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, Kane was waiting on the other side of the gate.  He was also lying down so he might have been asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the third day of our three-day walk cycle of two days on then one day off, we had a rest and didn't go anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4583487372687353710?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4583487372687353710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4583487372687353710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4583487372687353710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4583487372687353710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday_30.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1051705393063966817</id><published>2009-10-29T20:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:31:32.388+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was another usual day.  When I returned home from work, Kane was asleep on the deck, on his duvet.  Before I unlock the front door, I like to peer over the gate on to the deck to check for Kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block, which was uneventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1051705393063966817?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1051705393063966817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1051705393063966817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1051705393063966817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1051705393063966817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_29.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6254757747158190958</id><published>2009-10-28T20:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:17:47.134+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This morning as I locked up the back door, Kane looked at me forlornly through the glass and then left the deck to go into the yard.  As I left for work, Kane was looking through the other side of the gate to see me leave.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_G393QUVI/AAAAAAAABUM/1bc-JQvRQow/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_G393QUVI/AAAAAAAABUM/1bc-JQvRQow/s400/P1010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404256742669308242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_G3SWkuDI/AAAAAAAABUE/mo9QuYEa87g/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_G3SWkuDI/AAAAAAAABUE/mo9QuYEa87g/s400/P1010080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404256730989508658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, a little late as Wednesday is market day on the way home, Kane was still asleep on the deck. Good puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block, which took 23 minutes.  Three doors up, we saw Margaret out in her yard, so Kane went over to greet her.  Margaret also had a visitor called Ros and Kane presumptuously walked over to her for a nuzzle.  Kane enjoys meeting new people and canines alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6254757747158190958?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6254757747158190958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6254757747158190958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6254757747158190958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6254757747158190958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday_28.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/Sv_G393QUVI/AAAAAAAABUM/1bc-JQvRQow/s72-c/P1010079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2377999561901963918</id><published>2009-10-27T20:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:47:00.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>laying around</title><content type='html'>Tuesday meant the last piece of the quartered marrow bone, which Kane focused on, as I departed for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home an hour earlier than usual and found Kane asleep on the deck.  He was literally asleep and was surprised to see me.  I had an appointment with the accountant today, so took the afternoon off work, but had to travel through the city, which took time. Otherwise I would have been home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, today was the third day non-walk day, so we didn't go anywhere.  In the past, we would have gone on a longer walk and taken part in a puppy party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.  Kane is quite content to lay around.  As long as he has me in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2377999561901963918?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2377999561901963918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2377999561901963918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2377999561901963918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2377999561901963918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/laying-around.html' title='laying around'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5341197299294103353</id><published>2009-10-26T21:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:20:04.260+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was even cooler than yesterday and a windy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was waiting behind the gate, so I let him through and he came into the house with me from the front.  Then we went on our walk around the small block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, we saw Kel the blond Labrador, in the side/back yard of the house where she is being minded, through an iron gate.  As the gate was not solid, Kel could look out and even poke her face out.  Kane was excited to see Kel and ran over to greet her.  Kel was even more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued around the block and then home.  I let Kane take his time and smell scents to his content.  Surprisingly, the walk took 20 minutes so it was shorter than yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5341197299294103353?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5341197299294103353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5341197299294103353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5341197299294103353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5341197299294103353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday_26.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-617269668227217704</id><published>2009-10-25T20:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:26:24.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was a little cooler.  As we had a non-walk day yesterday, we went on our walk earlier - in the late morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early afternoon, I left Kane keeping watch through the screen door while I went to lunch with Anthony in the city.  Kane didn't bark when the door chime sounded when Anthony arrived.  Naughty puppy.  I hadn't seen Anthony for nearly a year, so it was good to get an update on his next film-making ventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was just as well that we went on the walk earlier as it started raining from mid-afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-617269668227217704?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/617269668227217704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=617269668227217704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/617269668227217704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/617269668227217704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5084400189286924730</id><published>2009-10-24T22:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:39:23.900+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Saturday rest</title><content type='html'>Today was a non-walk rest day in keeping with our new two days on, one day off routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some activity at home today as Raymond returned to finish mowing the back lawn.  I was out the back and Kane barked when Raymond came through the gate.  Good dog.  Later, Kane was out the back and took a long look at the yard.  It seemed that he  was disappointed that his near-waist high grassy jungle had gone.  Just the front jungle to tame now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the shops and left Kane in.  He was resting in the hall way and had not even noticed I was gone.  The door chime surprised him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5084400189286924730?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5084400189286924730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5084400189286924730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5084400189286924730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5084400189286924730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-rest.html' title='Saturday rest'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4244939901348106941</id><published>2009-10-23T21:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:30:14.147+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work today, Kane was waiting behind the gate.  Just like yesterday.  This time, I opened the gate and let him out the front and he came back inside the house through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were out again, on our walk around the small block.  I hadn't been timing it lately, but today, it was 25 minutes.  Kane is slowing down.  The walk used to take 10 minutes, then more lately 20 minutes.  One day, even that short distance will be too much for him.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/8933d30f.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8933d30f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/4387858213050289787-4244939901348106941?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4244939901348106941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4244939901348106941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4244939901348106941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4244939901348106941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday_23.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2502284709335393977</id><published>2009-10-22T21:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:40:24.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work today, Kane was waiting behind the gate.  It meant I had to brush off some grass clipping as he didn't shake first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go on our walk for another hour as it was still warm and waited until the sun was setting.  The days are getting longer and eventually we will have to go on night walks.  Poor puppy, it means his dinner was also later.  Soon, the walk and dinner order will have to be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I gave Kane a thorough brushing of his fur.  His winter coat is now coming out in clumps.  Kane really enjoys being brushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2502284709335393977?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2502284709335393977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2502284709335393977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2502284709335393977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2502284709335393977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_22.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2311828579544362569</id><published>2009-10-21T20:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:18:25.224+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>As I was departing for work this morning, Kane walked around to the back of the gate.  I think it was more to do with doing a poo than seeing me leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was on his duvet, but with his head up in wait.  As we walked the last two days, today is a rest day - our new routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is warming up and Kane likes to stay out on the deck in the evening.  Tonight, he barked at some passersby and now content to keep gnawing on a bone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2311828579544362569?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2311828579544362569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2311828579544362569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2311828579544362569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2311828579544362569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6502515480865462767</id><published>2009-10-20T20:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:42:58.502+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>When I left for work this morning, Kane had gone around to the back of the gate to see me off, so I waved to him from the front and told him not to stand there for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, I couldn't see Kane through the gate or on the deck.  When I opened up, I found him laying on the brick paving under the  bathroom window.  It must be getting warm for Kane, as he likes to lay there in warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block.  We also greeted Kel the blond Labrador on the way.  She was very excited to see Kane, and Kane was happy to see her as he rushed to greet her.  Then Kel and her temporary minder walked to Cook oval, but we couldn't follow as the distance is now too far for Kane to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7k6JzNeQI/AAAAAAAABRE/A__-DMACM2g/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7k6JzNeQI/AAAAAAAABRE/A__-DMACM2g/s400/P1010069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395001091350690050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, Kane walks with a more normal gait when he wants to walk faster, in particular with other canines around.  Unfortunately, afterwards he tends to be really sore.  I guess he walks with a strange gait as it hurts to walk normally.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7llnzGbfI/AAAAAAAABRU/bpY9IaJqrAM/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7llnzGbfI/AAAAAAAABRU/bpY9IaJqrAM/s400/P1010070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395001838137667058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7llF7Nx_I/AAAAAAAABRM/ccerMHR96S4/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7llF7Nx_I/AAAAAAAABRM/ccerMHR96S4/s400/P1010071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395001829044897778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6502515480865462767?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6502515480865462767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6502515480865462767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6502515480865462767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6502515480865462767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7k6JzNeQI/AAAAAAAABRE/A__-DMACM2g/s72-c/P1010069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1980515190686669683</id><published>2009-10-19T21:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:38:23.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday plus</title><content type='html'>Kane enjoyed his bone this morning as I left for work, a picture of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7j5TfEJpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/M-GpnRTdOHk/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7j5TfEJpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/M-GpnRTdOHk/s400/P1010066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394999977259050642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7j5EFy6VI/AAAAAAAABQs/XnJEPytqlUs/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7j5EFy6VI/AAAAAAAABQs/XnJEPytqlUs/s400/P1010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394999973126531410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was still gnawing on a bone.  I presume he had a rest sometime during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block.  Kane was quite keen to go at a faster pace, but I let him know that he could take his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Felix, two doors up, but Kane ignored him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7kZccC00I/AAAAAAAABQ8/G83p1tv7Of8/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7kZccC00I/AAAAAAAABQ8/G83p1tv7Of8/s400/P1010068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395000529418113858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had my dinner.  I hadn't cooked another batch of his regular kangaroo mince with rice and vegetables yesterday, so I gave him cooked diced carrot and zucchini with raw diced lamb chops instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1980515190686669683?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1980515190686669683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1980515190686669683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1980515190686669683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1980515190686669683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-plus.html' title='Monday plus'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7j5TfEJpI/AAAAAAAABQ0/M-GpnRTdOHk/s72-c/P1010066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4574012609404214063</id><published>2009-10-18T20:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:13:20.957+11:00</updated><title type='text'>rest day</title><content type='html'>Today was an absolutely lazy did nothing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That included not going on a walk.  It might be our new pattern.  Walk two consecutive days, rest on the third day, and then again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4574012609404214063?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4574012609404214063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4574012609404214063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4574012609404214063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4574012609404214063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest-day_18.html' title='rest day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3843629301653122190</id><published>2009-10-17T19:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:41:56.595+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday less dull</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go into town in the morning to check out an auction of valuables I donated to the &lt;a href="http://www.rspca-act.org.au/pages/index.asp"&gt;RSPCA&lt;/a&gt;, but Raymond the son of the elderly lady across the road offered to start on the lawn.  I found out from him that his mother, Maisy, is 91 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also left Kane in the late morning to walk to the shops while he looked out the screen door.  After two hours on part of the lawn (still much more to go), Raymond left.  He'll be back when he has free time to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid-afternoon, Kane and I walked around the small block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3843629301653122190?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3843629301653122190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3843629301653122190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3843629301653122190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3843629301653122190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-less-dull.html' title='Saturday less dull'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1908269590108940221</id><published>2009-10-16T21:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:13:17.424+11:00</updated><title type='text'>finally fine</title><content type='html'>Today was finally a fine day.  When I returned home from work, Kane was waiting for me behind the gate.  I greeted him and by the time I was in the house and unlocking the back door, he was on the deck still looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block.  Kane was a little better, though unsteady at times on his paws (as the expression goes, as only people have feet).  After a few days of missing on a proper walk, he really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/f453086b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/?action=view&amp;current=f453086b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1908269590108940221?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1908269590108940221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1908269590108940221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1908269590108940221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1908269590108940221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-fine.html' title='finally fine'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2157772335740535668</id><published>2009-10-15T20:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:37:00.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>cold, wet and windy</title><content type='html'>The weather has been horrid this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy, this morning when I was preparing to leave for work, he wanted to come back into the house.  He would have enjoyed having me home with him indoors.  In any case, Kane went to the yard to do his poo and then returned to the deck to lay down on his duvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, he was still there.  I walked home in cold, wet and windy conditions.  It was horrid, so Kane and I didn't go on our walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2157772335740535668?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2157772335740535668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2157772335740535668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2157772335740535668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2157772335740535668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-wet-and-windy.html' title='cold, wet and windy'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5039660544405722050</id><published>2009-10-14T21:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:03:56.477+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Wednesday nearly</title><content type='html'>Today was another cold and horrible day.  When I returned home from work, Kane was still asleep on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on our walk, but then it started raining lightly.  We had reached the front of the next house and returned home.  I put Kane's raincoat on him and carried an umbrella and we ventured out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had walked to the end of our small block before turning around (again).  Kane's walking looked too much of an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, while we were on the deck, Kane noticed a car pulling up next door so he barked a few times.  He was very alert.  Good dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5039660544405722050?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5039660544405722050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5039660544405722050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5039660544405722050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5039660544405722050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/wednesday-nearly.html' title='Wednesday nearly'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4624228925814305852</id><published>2009-10-13T20:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:44:57.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>rest day</title><content type='html'>In the mornings, as soon as I wake up, I give Kane his breakfast (a chicken wing, except on Wednesdays when he has a cup of kibble).  Afterward, I let him out to do his wee.  This morning, after his wee, Kane decided to gnaw on an old bone.  So I left him for a few minutes.  Later on, as I departed for work, Kane returned to the deck to continue on the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was still asleep on the deck.  As much as it is nice to have him await my return, I prefer Kane to be asleep as that means he is relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rest day from walking.  We might only go on walks every second day now.  Kane does enjoy his (short) walks, but are often a struggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4624228925814305852?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4624228925814305852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4624228925814305852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4624228925814305852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4624228925814305852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/rest-day.html' title='rest day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-1616621953939676809</id><published>2009-10-12T21:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:22:02.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy, I had to leave him today to go to work but he was enjoying his bone as I departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home from work a little later than usual, by 30 minutes.  Kane was waiting for me behind the gate.  We went on our walk around the small block.  Along the way, we met Kel the blond Labrador who was on her way to Cook oval.  Kane was happy to see Kel, but we couldn't join her as it is now too far to walk.  Poor puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-1616621953939676809?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/1616621953939676809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=1616621953939676809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1616621953939676809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/1616621953939676809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-466168570143296716</id><published>2009-10-11T19:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:01:22.165+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dull Sunday</title><content type='html'>This morning was nice and sunny but still cool.  We finally went on a mid-morning walk around the small block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I attempted to mow the lawn (or rather, collection of overgrown weeds masquerading as a lawn).  The lawn mower wouldn't start and the pull rope starter broke.  Time to call in the offer of gardening from Daniel, the grandson of Maisy, the old lady living in the house across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early afternoon, there was a brief rain shower, the usual time that we would have walked on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dull day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-466168570143296716?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/466168570143296716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=466168570143296716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/466168570143296716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/466168570143296716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/dull-sunday.html' title='dull Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5437768227311010661</id><published>2009-10-10T21:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:25:53.889+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dull Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was a fine but cool day.  Finally a weekend without rain.  We went on a walk around the small block in the early afternoon.  Afterward, I left Kane looking through the screen door while I went to the shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dull day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5437768227311010661?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5437768227311010661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5437768227311010661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5437768227311010661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5437768227311010661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/dull-saturday.html' title='dull Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2454021937821354094</id><published>2009-10-09T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:50:23.188+11:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible Kane</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, I could not see him on the deck from the gate.  I quickly went in the house and unlocked the back door.  Kane wasn't on the deck.  I feared he had fallen from the steps and was lying at the bottom.  He wasn't there.  He wasn't in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Kane by name.  Then he came wandering around.  I had totally forgotten that he may have been waiting for me from behind the gate.  Duh!  Good puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/a6f0ac35.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/?action=view&amp;current=a6f0ac35.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2454021937821354094?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2454021937821354094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2454021937821354094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2454021937821354094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2454021937821354094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/invisible-kane.html' title='invisible Kane'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8524974442866619411</id><published>2009-10-08T20:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:15:12.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was a typical week day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was asleep on the deck.  He does hear when I open the back door and wakes up. Perhaps he wasn't really asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked around the small block and as usual, Kane took his time stopping to smell the gossip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8524974442866619411?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8524974442866619411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8524974442866619411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8524974442866619411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8524974442866619411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_08.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5390767794360134147</id><published>2009-10-07T22:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:29:11.561+11:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing Jet run</title><content type='html'>Today was a very cold day.  Kane was still content.  When I returned home from work, he was on the deck but not on his duvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block.  Two doors up, Jet ran towards us, so I grabbed him by the collar.  He might not be a puppy anymore, but is still silly.  Kane greeted him briefly and then ignored him.  After Therese took hold of him, and raced him back inside their house, we continued our otherwise uneventful walk.  Seeing Jet next to Kane, it wasn't hard to notice that Kane is looking more and more like a frail old dog.  Poor puppy.  He is getting geriatric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7iUG7B0ZI/AAAAAAAABQk/qa0EsECTyuk/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7iUG7B0ZI/AAAAAAAABQk/qa0EsECTyuk/s400/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394998238719889810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7iTtw0aNI/AAAAAAAABQc/zfh4OFzx-Kg/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7iTtw0aNI/AAAAAAAABQc/zfh4OFzx-Kg/s400/P1010051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394998231966181586" 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/4387858213050289787-5390767794360134147?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5390767794360134147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5390767794360134147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5390767794360134147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5390767794360134147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/seeing-jet-run.html' title='seeing Jet run'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/St7iUG7B0ZI/AAAAAAAABQk/qa0EsECTyuk/s72-c/P1010050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7722905618365880538</id><published>2009-10-06T20:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:17:38.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>something different</title><content type='html'>Today was a cool and pleasant day and Kane didn't mind spending most of it on the deck.  He likes lying on his duvet - probably more so because it was my old one and my human smell is embedded in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was lying on his duvet but was awake as his head was up.  I wondered what he was thinking.  Sue B from work helped me to drop by at the vet after work for more &lt;a href="http://www.metacam.co.uk/"&gt;Metacam&lt;/a&gt;, which Kane has been taking with his food since 14 July.  I measured the first bottle, which lasted 44 days (daily doses), so the second bottle now only has exactly three doses left.  It's a vital medication as it is also a pain reliever.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to walk around the small block, but at the end of our yard, Kane decided to cross the street.  So we walked around the equivalent of the small block,  perhaps shorter.   Kane was having a great time rediscovering all the smells so took his time and the outing was about 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7722905618365880538?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7722905618365880538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7722905618365880538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7722905618365880538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7722905618365880538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-different.html' title='something different'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4520061552256881682</id><published>2009-10-05T20:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:49:04.308+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bonus day</title><content type='html'>Today was a public holiday, extending the weekend into a long one.  Kane was glad to have me at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained in the morning and in the early afternoon, during a dry break but with dark clouds, we went on our walk.  As soon as we returned home, the thunderstorm broke.  It didn't last long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had raw diced sirloin steak for dinner with cooked diced carrots and cabbage.  He left a lot of the carrots till last, but still ate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4520061552256881682?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4520061552256881682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4520061552256881682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4520061552256881682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4520061552256881682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonus-day.html' title='bonus day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7625401495775543179</id><published>2009-10-04T21:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:22:17.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mostly wet Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was less wet compared to yesterday, with a fine rain drizzle now and again.  Poor puppy, I left him mid-morning to go and visit Devi for a dim sum lunch and then some outlet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi came back with me in the late afternoon and Kane was happy.  He had been asleep on his duvet on the deck.  Devi stayed for a cup of tea and then went home, when Kane and I went on the small block walk.  Thankfully, the drizzle had stopped, or was very fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7625401495775543179?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7625401495775543179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7625401495775543179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7625401495775543179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7625401495775543179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/mostly-wet-sunday.html' title='mostly wet Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-822152430164843003</id><published>2009-10-03T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:13:37.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wet Saturday</title><content type='html'>It rained for most of today. In the early afternoon, we did manage to go on a small block walk, braving a very light drizzle.  We said hello to Margaret from the house three doors up and she gave Kane a pat.  We hadn't seen her for awhile and she was out the front doing some weeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I left Kane looking out the screen door while I went to the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-822152430164843003?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/822152430164843003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=822152430164843003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/822152430164843003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/822152430164843003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/wet-saturday.html' title='wet Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-9163580547956351435</id><published>2009-10-02T21:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:37:59.762+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>This morning as I left for work, Kane wandered around to the back of the gate to see me depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNMNCiEzI/AAAAAAAABMg/eH8_bAGcAUo/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNMNCiEzI/AAAAAAAABMg/eH8_bAGcAUo/s400/P1010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289982481961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNLsyb-LI/AAAAAAAABMY/nKbHvxdy3DE/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNLsyb-LI/AAAAAAAABMY/nKbHvxdy3DE/s400/P1010047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289973824518322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNLFOF_1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/NB18t0rHiEw/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNLFOF_1I/AAAAAAAABMQ/NB18t0rHiEw/s400/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289963203100498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNKpu4guI/AAAAAAAABMI/fiOalXkp4yc/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNKpu4guI/AAAAAAAABMI/fiOalXkp4yc/s400/P1010049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388289955824435938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was asleep on the deck.  Good dog.  I was also a little late, visiting the market on the way and found out that Brian's cat had kidney failure on Wednesday so went  to the vet for a final visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block.  At the front doorstep, Kane spied a person walking past and barked.  Good dog!   Half an hour after we returned home, it started raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-9163580547956351435?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/9163580547956351435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=9163580547956351435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9163580547956351435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/9163580547956351435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscNMNCiEzI/AAAAAAAABMg/eH8_bAGcAUo/s72-c/P1010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6450855234662036528</id><published>2009-10-01T21:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:07:43.078+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>As today was Thursday, Kane had a fresh bone to gnaw as I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUONwdwVI/AAAAAAAABPI/S5rQNBDaGuc/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUONwdwVI/AAAAAAAABPI/S5rQNBDaGuc/s400/P1010042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388297713615749458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUNvtxaOI/AAAAAAAABPA/JpEL_yrcISk/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUNvtxaOI/AAAAAAAABPA/JpEL_yrcISk/s400/P1010043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388297705551390946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUM3zuLxI/AAAAAAAABO4/AZDhOXbYt3Q/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUM3zuLxI/AAAAAAAABO4/AZDhOXbYt3Q/s400/P1010044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388297690543959826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUMYKm3YI/AAAAAAAABOw/xsdL1RZaISw/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUMYKm3YI/AAAAAAAABOw/xsdL1RZaISw/s400/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388297682050014594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was lying on the driveway behind the gate.  He was also asleep or resting with his head down.  Poor puppy, I hope he hadn't been laying there long.  He must was been waiting for me, though I was a little late, by 15 minutes compared to usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on  the small block walk and an elderly gentleman stopped to ask after Kane and his age and gave him a pat.  Kane likes nuzzling up to people.  On the way back, we passed that rude lady and her dog from &lt;a href="http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday_13.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;.  This time as Kane was on a leash, she didn't say anything except that her dog was blind.  But he was still aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterday's fish special, Kane is back on his regular kangaroo mince with rice and vegetables.  I made another batch tonight including a whole bunch of chopped English spinach.  Kane eats a lot of carrots.  I hope they are good for him.  He's not going blind anyway, able to see other dogs from a fair distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6450855234662036528?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6450855234662036528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6450855234662036528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6450855234662036528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6450855234662036528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscUONwdwVI/AAAAAAAABPI/S5rQNBDaGuc/s72-c/P1010042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2455027021773321110</id><published>2009-09-30T21:35:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:03:17.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fish day</title><content type='html'>As we were out of fresh beef bones this morning, Kane was content to continue gnawing on an aged one on the deck when I left him on the deck before leaving for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, Kane was still fast asleep on the deck.  I was also a little late, going to the market on the way home. Fresh beef bone, quartered - check.  Six fresh chicken wings - check, however the regular chicken store was shut as Brian's cat died.  He usually discounts heavily for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscTBu64r8I/AAAAAAAABOo/IsQxYLnaDBg/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscTBu64r8I/AAAAAAAABOo/IsQxYLnaDBg/s400/P1010040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388296399667900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscTA0QRwAI/AAAAAAAABOg/2sV1E9sEpME/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscTA0QRwAI/AAAAAAAABOg/2sV1E9sEpME/s400/P1010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388296383919931394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block, with Kane taking his time to stop and sniff.  He probably considers the outing more of a patrol of his territory than exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kane had pan-fried fresh sardines (200g) for dinner, together with cooked diced carrot (150g) and zuchini (100g).  Then a cup of kibble.  Kane likes his vegetables.  He really likes fish and I should cook fish for him more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2455027021773321110?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2455027021773321110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2455027021773321110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2455027021773321110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2455027021773321110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/fish-day.html' title='fish day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscTBu64r8I/AAAAAAAABOo/IsQxYLnaDBg/s72-c/P1010040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2619523734887905957</id><published>2009-09-29T21:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:59:34.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy then Jet</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, I spied over the gate to see Kane  lying on his deck in wait.  Good puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSFmKa0eI/AAAAAAAABOY/V8U_q8GHu4A/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSFmKa0eI/AAAAAAAABOY/V8U_q8GHu4A/s400/P1010037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388295366524981730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the usual small block walk.  Glen was doing some weeding out the front of his yard next door, so we wandered over to say hello, then around to the back to greet Poppy the puppy.  She was a little too excited with her jumping up at Kane so we didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked past Therese and Dee's house and they had just arrived home, so we stopped over to say hello before greeting Jet through their gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSFN0BIxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/rka59MYwwLI/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSFN0BIxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/rka59MYwwLI/s400/P1010038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388295359988572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSEvVah1I/AAAAAAAABOI/T2Ds06JIp5g/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSEvVah1I/AAAAAAAABOI/T2Ds06JIp5g/s400/P1010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388295351807149906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a great neighbourhood catch up, we continued around the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the ovals are now too far to visit and the puppy parties much too boisterous, thankfully we have canine friends nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2619523734887905957?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2619523734887905957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2619523734887905957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2619523734887905957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2619523734887905957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/poppy-then-jet.html' title='Poppy then Jet'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscSFmKa0eI/AAAAAAAABOY/V8U_q8GHu4A/s72-c/P1010037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5270664918624375411</id><published>2009-09-28T22:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:55:19.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumping into old friends</title><content type='html'>Today was a cool but pleasant day and perfect for Kane to spend on the deck checking out the world through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home a little earlier as Pauly Worley drove past as I was walking home and gave me a ride for the rest of the way.  When I arrived home, I checked for Kane through the gate and up on the deck and he was alert and looking out.  Sometimes he is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block.  On the way home we bumped into Sherlock the Beagle who was on his way to Cook oval (too far now for Kane to walk). While Sherlock was happy to see Kane, he was more concerned about continuing his walk.  Klaudia also walked past on her exercise walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRQBLPgHI/AAAAAAAABOA/r4sysgodqWk/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRQBLPgHI/AAAAAAAABOA/r4sysgodqWk/s400/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388294446063255666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRPu8OCMI/AAAAAAAABN4/Gw8xvKnYW00/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRPu8OCMI/AAAAAAAABN4/Gw8xvKnYW00/s400/P1010033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388294441168406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRPIFBa_I/AAAAAAAABNw/6uDuk-2O6W4/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRPIFBa_I/AAAAAAAABNw/6uDuk-2O6W4/s400/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388294430736346098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscROjkRyQI/AAAAAAAABNo/gsVPfsss444/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscROjkRyQI/AAAAAAAABNo/gsVPfsss444/s400/P1010035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388294420935330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscROERnzNI/AAAAAAAABNg/QUT4BA7C9vA/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscROERnzNI/AAAAAAAABNg/QUT4BA7C9vA/s400/P1010036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388294412535581906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were home and after Klaudia finished her walk, she dropped over for a cup of coffee.  It has been a long time between visits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5270664918624375411?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5270664918624375411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5270664918624375411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5270664918624375411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5270664918624375411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/bumping-into-old-friends.html' title='Bumping into old friends'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscRQBLPgHI/AAAAAAAABOA/r4sysgodqWk/s72-c/P1010032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2452598845961257340</id><published>2009-09-27T21:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:14:36.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was another mostly cold and wet day.  I meant to take Kane on an early morning walk to make up for yesterday's rest day, but it was raining on and off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, despite a light drizzle, we went on a walk around the small block with Kane wearing his raincoat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2452598845961257340?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2452598845961257340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2452598845961257340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2452598845961257340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2452598845961257340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday_27.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8644108434632790776</id><published>2009-09-26T21:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:07:29.854+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wet day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a miserably wet day.  The rain would start and stop so we didn't go on a walk, to avoid being caught in a downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor puppy.  Today was a cold day.  Kane is starting to moult so will need a thorough fur brushing soon.  He enjoys it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8644108434632790776?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8644108434632790776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8644108434632790776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8644108434632790776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8644108434632790776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/wet-day.html' title='wet day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2095546936146655713</id><published>2009-09-25T22:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:49:49.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday variation</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was locking the back door, Kane recognised the drill and wandered off the deck to the back and behind the gate.  When I left for work, I made sure that to wave to Kane from the front of the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQDlfF4sI/AAAAAAAABNY/FSHsY4yEEbM/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQDlfF4sI/AAAAAAAABNY/FSHsY4yEEbM/s400/P1010029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388293132960260802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQDNqC2FI/AAAAAAAABNQ/0wMH74dPMzA/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQDNqC2FI/AAAAAAAABNQ/0wMH74dPMzA/s400/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388293126563747922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQCpwXBMI/AAAAAAAABNI/6zNvf_L9cvQ/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQCpwXBMI/AAAAAAAABNI/6zNvf_L9cvQ/s400/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388293116926559426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home from work a little bit later and with a surprise for Kane - two visitors.  It was Paul and Lumi who walked back with me.  We then went for a walk around the small block in the opposite direction and P&amp;amp;L then continued home while Kane and I rounded the corner.  On the way home, we stopped by to visit Therese and Dee's new front deck.  This time, Kane was able to climb all the steps.  Jet (the German Shepherd) looked up from behind his gate but we didn't go and greet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2095546936146655713?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2095546936146655713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2095546936146655713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2095546936146655713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2095546936146655713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-variation.html' title='Friday variation'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscQDlfF4sI/AAAAAAAABNY/FSHsY4yEEbM/s72-c/P1010029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4437205473532268589</id><published>2009-09-24T21:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:46:09.129+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscLizRlQJI/AAAAAAAABMA/5P1zbduiYEI/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscLizRlQJI/AAAAAAAABMA/5P1zbduiYEI/s400/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388288171679498386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This morning's bone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home a little later than usual, not only an extra 15 minutes at work, but also stopping past Therese's place two doors down to check out her house extension.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block.  Poor puppy, the distance is the most he can walk these days, and some days only just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPGMv_t4I/AAAAAAAABNA/shd60IET-8k/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPGMv_t4I/AAAAAAAABNA/shd60IET-8k/s400/P1010022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292078348253058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPFa2_dVI/AAAAAAAABM4/RAIcCbmZMxA/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPFa2_dVI/AAAAAAAABM4/RAIcCbmZMxA/s400/P1010023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292064955823442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPE12dKCI/AAAAAAAABMw/UDsvIWRZHlg/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPE12dKCI/AAAAAAAABMw/UDsvIWRZHlg/s400/P1010024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292055021463586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPEWcc3VI/AAAAAAAABMo/uJFr_4GiHFI/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscPEWcc3VI/AAAAAAAABMo/uJFr_4GiHFI/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388292046590893394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4437205473532268589?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4437205473532268589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4437205473532268589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4437205473532268589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4437205473532268589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday_24.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SscLizRlQJI/AAAAAAAABMA/5P1zbduiYEI/s72-c/P1010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6104344610654616444</id><published>2009-09-23T22:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:18:04.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>The rain continued overnight (including hailstones) and this morning.  The dust was finally cleared from the air but moved to Sydney and Brisbane.  It was also colder today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane was content on the deck and saw me leave for work through his vantage point looking over the gate.  When I returned home, he was still looking out, but with a bone in his mouth.  Presumably, he had a nap sometime during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the small block, which is our default walk.  Kane walked well up to the alley and I was tempted to continue to Cook oval, but his walk was still laborious so we continued home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6104344610654616444?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6104344610654616444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6104344610654616444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6104344610654616444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6104344610654616444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7724277207502856678</id><published>2009-09-22T21:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:44:40.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday dustday</title><content type='html'>This morning, by the time I had locked the front door and on my way out, Kane had wandered around the back to see me depart.  So I waved.  Poor puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, when I returned home from work, Kane was asleep on the deck.  I had walked from work with Pauly Worley on his way home too, so woke up Kane through the gate and deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the small block.  It was just as well, as not long after, a big thunderstorm started, with heavy rainfall.  There has been a dry &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/video/2009/09/22/2693336.htm"&gt;dust storm&lt;/a&gt; all day so it will clear and clean the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7724277207502856678?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7724277207502856678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7724277207502856678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7724277207502856678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7724277207502856678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-dustday.html' title='Tuesday dustday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-531109010658767185</id><published>2009-09-21T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:50:26.698+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kane wants a tiger cub</title><content type='html'>Back to a working week.  When I left for work, Kane had gone down into the yard to do his poo. I wonder if he went around to the side gate afterwards to look for me leaving.  Anyway, when I returned home from work, he was on the deck looking out.  Good dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our usual small block walk.  Sometimes it takes 15 minutes, but it is usually 20 minutes, like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a tiger cub was born at &lt;a href="http://www.mogozoo.com.au/"&gt;Mogo Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, but due to a hip problem, is being human hand-reared.  The cub, called Kinwah, is quite attached to the German Shepherd Rumble.  See &lt;a href="http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/tiger-tiger-learning-bright/story-e6freuy9-1225777003896"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sydney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SrdKjibEz9I/AAAAAAAABLg/oLonUJlAyJU/s1600-h/Kinwah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SrdKjibEz9I/AAAAAAAABLg/oLonUJlAyJU/s400/Kinwah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383853853940961234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more photos from &lt;a href="http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/gallery/gallery-e6frewxi-1225776766214"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kane would probably get along well with a Tiger cub, but no, he cannot have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-531109010658767185?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/531109010658767185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=531109010658767185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/531109010658767185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/531109010658767185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/kane-wants-tiger-cub.html' title='Kane wants a tiger cub'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kIVJ2xIgCoQ/SrdKjibEz9I/AAAAAAAABLg/oLonUJlAyJU/s72-c/Kinwah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8157392240886390279</id><published>2009-09-20T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:04:14.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was a lazy day at home, mostly indoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block in the late afternoon.  Spring is well and truly in the air.  Unfortunately, the days of walking up mountains are way past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8157392240886390279?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8157392240886390279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8157392240886390279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8157392240886390279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8157392240886390279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday_20.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-647055472661500596</id><published>2009-09-19T21:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:25:53.530+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Poor puppy, we didn't go anywhere all morning and then the weather warmed up.  I left him looking out through the screen door when I walked to the shops in the mid-afternoon.  He had barked at a few passers-by beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from the shops I started making a batch of Kane's dinners so we didn't go on our walk until the late afternoon.  It was only around the small block.  Aside from checking out the scents (canine gossip) along our walks and watching people and dogs walking pass the front (from the deck over the side gate, or through the screen door), Kane isn't getting much other mental stimulation.  We may need to visit some of our neighbourhood canine friends soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-647055472661500596?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/647055472661500596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=647055472661500596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/647055472661500596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/647055472661500596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday_19.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-241752873793551418</id><published>2009-09-18T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:40:56.302+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work today, Kane was asleep on the deck.  By the time I was in the house and unlocking the back door, he was laying up (on his front with head up, compared to laying down, which is on his side).  Good puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block.  After yesterday's rain, which would have washed out a lot of the scents (gossip), Kane took his time stopping and sniffing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-241752873793551418?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/241752873793551418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=241752873793551418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/241752873793551418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/241752873793551418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday_18.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4467802641533032257</id><published>2009-09-17T19:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:41:32.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I returned home from work a little earlier than usual to beat the imminent rain.  When I reached home, Kane was waiting behind the gate looking out for my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the weather we didn't go on a walk, to avoid being drenched half-way.  In any case, it did start raining anyway.  Poor puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4467802641533032257?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4467802641533032257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4467802641533032257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4467802641533032257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4467802641533032257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday_17.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5519832192917680727</id><published>2009-09-16T20:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:56:36.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>something different</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, Kane was waiting behind the gate.  This time, I unlocked the padlock on the other side through a hole in the gate, being sure not to drop the keys.  Then I opened the gate and let Kane through.  What a surprise.  Then Kane came into the house with me from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the small block, but on the way we first visited Poppy the Kelpie puppy next door.  She was very excited so we didn't stay long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5519832192917680727?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5519832192917680727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5519832192917680727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5519832192917680727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5519832192917680727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-different.html' title='something different'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5655547056003382684</id><published>2009-09-15T20:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:41:00.267+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>When I returned home from work, Kane was waiting behind the gate.  He must miss me when I'm not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our usual walk around the small block.  I don't know if Kane will ever be able to walk the distances we used to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/e6c19849.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="imczzmrnouqqhzfemjgz" href="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/e6c19849.pbw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="imczzmrnouqqhzfemjgz" href="http://w272.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/e6c19849.pbw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj173/danielcanberra/Kane20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e6c19849.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&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/4387858213050289787-5655547056003382684?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5655547056003382684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5655547056003382684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5655547056003382684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5655547056003382684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday_15.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-7819127057967788008</id><published>2009-09-14T21:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:28:43.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a new neighbour pup</title><content type='html'>Today was a near warm day.  Kane was busy with his bone when I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home, I did not see Kane behind the gate or on the deck.  When I opened the back door, I finally saw him in the yard.  Good dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our walk around the small block as usual.  When we returned to our house, we saw Kerry from across the road out their front so we walked over to ask about his new puppy.  We saw Bernie through their gate and he wanted to climb their fence.  Bernie looked like a brown dog of unknown mix breed.  He was also not well socialised, growling at Kane, probably from fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-7819127057967788008?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/7819127057967788008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=7819127057967788008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7819127057967788008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/7819127057967788008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-neighbour-pup.html' title='a new neighbour pup'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5812667593076661915</id><published>2009-09-13T20:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:05:14.505+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was a warmer day compared to the cool ones we've had lately, so we didn't go on a walk in the morning or early afternoon.  Kane did bark from the deck, loudly and deeply.  It was a nice bark.  Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late afternoon, we went on our walk around the small block.  We came across another canine on his walk with a lady.  She was very rude and asked me to put Kane on a leash, which I did.  However, it was her aggressive dog that was the problem, not Kane who could not walk fast anyway.  Stupid woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5812667593076661915?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5812667593076661915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5812667593076661915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5812667593076661915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5812667593076661915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday_13.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-8925563099512526965</id><published>2009-09-12T22:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:24:16.186+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Saturday slow day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a really pleasant and mild day.  Poor puppy, we didn't go on our walk until the early afternoon.  It was around the small block and Kane took his time, stopping often to smell the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, Devi came to visit and Kane barked when she came to the door.  It was a very croaky bark.  Poor puppy, perhaps he needs to practice, just like singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't gone to the shops yet, so Devi and I went as she also needed supplies.  Devi also made me watch a &lt;a href="http://www.rugby.com.au/matches/tournaments/tri_nations/2009/all_blacks_v_springboks,122379.html"&gt;rugby union&lt;/a&gt; match.  She also stayed for some pea and ham soup for dinner but didn't stay for all of the subsequent AFL (Australian Rules football) game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-8925563099512526965?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/8925563099512526965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=8925563099512526965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8925563099512526965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/8925563099512526965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-slow-day.html' title='Saturday slow day'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-5626379247660741950</id><published>2009-09-11T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:12:03.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>After yesterday's market shop, Kane had a fresh bone this morning.  Also really good today was that when I returned home from work, Kane was asleep on the deck.  I prefer him to be relaxed than waiting anxiously for my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked around the small block.  Kane also walked much better today.  I wonder if the improvement is seasonal-related.  He has never been affected by the cold weather before, struggling more in hot weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-5626379247660741950?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/5626379247660741950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=5626379247660741950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5626379247660741950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/5626379247660741950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday_11.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-2602644123652093735</id><published>2009-09-10T22:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:40:16.892+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>As I didn't go to work yesterday, I didn't go to the markets on the way home so there was no fresh bone this morning, but Kane was content with an old bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I returned home with CQ who was happy to come on the daily walk, which was around the small block.  Kane seemed to enjoy walking with a bigger pack and the walk only took 14 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, CQ and I had bangers, mash and peas for dinner and watched a horror film, &lt;a href="http://www.lettherightoneinmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Then CQ went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-2602644123652093735?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/2602644123652093735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=2602644123652093735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2602644123652093735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/2602644123652093735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-264552788625923657</id><published>2009-09-09T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:15:13.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-week special</title><content type='html'>Lucky puppy.   I wasn't feeling well today, so spent the whole day at home with Kane.  He was very content though slept most of the day anyway, as did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on our regular walk at the usual time, around the small block.  Kane walked much better today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-264552788625923657?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/264552788625923657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=264552788625923657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/264552788625923657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/264552788625923657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/mid-week-special.html' title='mid-week special'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-4692336526321288683</id><published>2009-09-08T21:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:42:25.202+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Melba visits again</title><content type='html'>This morning as I left for work, Kane went out to the gate to see me off.  I waved to him from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home from work, he was still there, or back there.  Poor puppy, I hope he was not there all day as it rained heavily for parts of the day.  Anyway, his fur was damp and not soaking wet, so hopefully he had only just walked down to see me return.  Poor puppy, he must miss me when I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went on our walk around the small block.  Kane needs to go on his walks regularly though with occasional rests.  Unfortunately therein lies the dilemma - his joints do get sore from walking, but if he doesn't stretch and exercise his joints become stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Melba the Border Collie came over to visit with Adam.  Kane was pleased to see her.  Then while Adam and I talked about the football game on the weekend over beers, Melba decided to partake in Kane's bones on the deck.  Kane didn't mind sharing.  Then they left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-4692336526321288683?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/4692336526321288683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=4692336526321288683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4692336526321288683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/4692336526321288683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/melba-visits-again.html' title='Melba visits again'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-6993486446947236284</id><published>2009-09-07T20:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:57:10.918+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday rest</title><content type='html'>It rained most of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, walking from work, it poured down and then stayed raining for sometime, so there was no walk before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely have to go on a walk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-6993486446947236284?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/6993486446947236284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=6993486446947236284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6993486446947236284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/6993486446947236284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-rest.html' title='Monday rest'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387858213050289787.post-3278057316478896786</id><published>2009-09-06T20:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:57:33.896+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was another fine and pleasant sunny day, but we had a rest day instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Kane had a short barking session with Scotch the Dobermann next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as Kane enjoys his walks, he does so with difficulty most of the time so should be resting more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4387858213050289787-3278057316478896786?l=kanetails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/feeds/3278057316478896786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4387858213050289787&amp;postID=3278057316478896786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3278057316478896786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4387858213050289787/posts/default/3278057316478896786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kanetails.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>ACT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
