<?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-2341587712040611794</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:33:17.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in the Woods</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainesleddogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341587712040611794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainesleddogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Song in the Woods</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640987391242357633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341587712040611794.post-7188356607270049231</id><published>2007-10-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:05:33.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DOGS</title><content type='html'>Why dogs? This question raises more questions than answers for me. I think of all the different reasons I choose to work with dogs and I find my mind branching off in all different directions . I have been a dog lover for most of my life starting with my first dog; Mr. Papoophnic. A medium sized mongrel who was protector / babysitter for me and my siblings. Over the years I have had the privilege of knowing many dogs and to say they have taught me a lot doesn't really express how I feel about my relationship to them. The best dog in my mind would be my now deceased lead dog Pan. He was so influential in the creation of the person I have become. I shared an understanding with him, we communicated on a mental plane where looks and body posture  signaled greetings or concern or a myriad of other things. Pan, I believe will always be the best dog I will ever have known. Though he was my lead dog he didn't always do as I asked and he had a way of looking at me that told me when I was not being respectful. That was one thing about Pan was he demanded respect. He never bit me or was aggressive with me but if I was disrespectful with him his look of disappointment touched me. I truly cared deeply for him and his comfort with me was important. In his later years we became very close and I miss him often mostly because like a true friend he supported me through thick and thin and though we didn't always agree he was always there for me as a loyal companion. I am lucky to have some of his children as team members in our kennel. I can't help being closer to them than the other dogs. I am still close to the other dogs but they can't have the same connection as Pankids. I have many reasons to work with dogs but probably the biggest is that I have a connection to another life form where I can communicate and share and where looks communicate expressions of feelings and those feelings we share. So when we do a trip and it is cold and beautiful and the moon is out the dogs run fast..... 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