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      <title>Unconditional Love - Rerun 8/16/07</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;This morning I woke up early to get ready for work yet I was still running late. In my haste, I made a peanut butter sandwich and set it on the counter and ran back upstairs to grab my shoes and socks. As I raced back downstairs my dog stood at the bottom smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth and licking her lips…classic peanut butter mouth. I scolded her loudly as I rounded the corner into the kitchen to be sure my reprimanding was well deserved. It was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;As she lay down beside the back door and stared at me in my rant, I said, "All I do is get up and go to work all day just so that I can give you a nice place to live, food for your meals, medicine when you are sick, an occasional bath and an expensive dog park membership. All I ask for in return is that you give me unconditional love and don't steal my sandwich! Do you understand how hungry I am?" Then, I realized I sounded like my mom except really ridiculous because it was about a peanut butter sandwich and I was talking to my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:52:00 GMT</pubDate>
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