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  <title>Gretchen's Live Journal</title>
  <subtitle>The Musings of a Beloved Bun</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-07-01T14:26:53Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:29597</id>
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    <title>My 2 foots.</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T14:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T14:26:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These are my 2foots at Chrismoose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000kesk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000kesk/s320x240" width="160" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new quiet water bottle.  At first I didn't know how to use it, but my mom put banana on it and I figured it out.  I love water.  It is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandad 2foot loves buns.  He is why my mommy likes buns too, but he doesn't have one.  He is trying to catch a baby bun that has been in his yard and put it in a cage.  He is afraid that it is going to get eaten by a meow.  But I tried to tell him that he shouldn't catch it, that it would probably get sick.  I don't think he understands me.  I hope he doesn't catch it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:29292</id>
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    <title>Windy Day</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T00:48:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T00:48:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is very windy here in tex-is.  I don't like wind and I don't like tweets. I thumped my foot all morning long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stay with my Uncle Kelly with the woof.  My 2foots are going to a place of sand in the water a long way from here on a big giant tweet.  They are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Bun</content>
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    <title>Tweets</title>
    <published>2008-05-19T02:07:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T02:07:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The tweets have been really noisey lately.&amp;nbsp; I can hear them through the 2foot burrow walls.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind the little tweets, as long as they don't get too close to the glass parts of the burrow.&amp;nbsp; But there are some big black tweets with loud voices who talk all the time!&amp;nbsp; I really do not like them.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they fly past the glass parts and I run and hide.&amp;nbsp; Does anyone know why these tweets are so scarey?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:28888</id>
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    <title>Sad but Sweet</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T23:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T23:47:48Z</updated>
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    <title>Phone Book Modifcation!!</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T01:23:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T01:23:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000gehb/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="213" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000gehb/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy gave me a fonebook and a box for my burfday, which was a few dazs ago.  As you can see, I've been quite buzy with my fonebook.  Doesn't my burrow look pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000h1a3/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="213" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gretchenbun/pic/0000h1a3/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:28309</id>
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    <title>Hoppy Spring</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T03:04:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T03:04:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been so bad about writing my journal.  This is the time when my mommy is busy and tired from grading 2foot papers.  She is a teecher and hogs the puter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some nice alfalfa hay for a treat and now I refuse to eat my nasty Timothy hay.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would box my mom the other night when she was blocking me from eating my kibble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woof was sick and couldn't walk again.  The VET said that if he didn't get better we would have to "consider what to do".  He is old.  He's been around the sun 16 times.  But he got better and now he is jumping around.  What do VETs know?  But when he was sick he had to have potty baths because his poos weren't dropping...ooooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he poos fine.  And he got a haircut and smells a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to everybun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Bun</content>
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    <title>Hmmph!</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T02:53:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T02:53:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mommy moved my bunny room to a new place.  It is only one hop from where it was before, but I am still quite insulted.  I showed my displeasure by throwing a proper bunny fit, thrashing and pushing my pen quite ferociously.  I am plotting an eggscape.</content>
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    <title>Update on Grand Dad</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T02:28:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T02:29:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My 2foot grand-dad is all better from bac-tea-real-all  Menengitis.  It was scary for my 2foots.  He was in a coma.  They told me that he was asleep but couldn't wake up.  I find that difficult to imagine, since I don't even close both eyes when I sleep.  But then he woke up and was very silly for awhile.  He acted like a little 2foot and didn't strange things.  But now he is at his burrow and back to his old self, but still a little tired.  Thank you for all your good bunny thoughts.  They helped my grand-dad to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that my 2foots didn't give me a box to play with tonight?!?  Hmmph!  I ALWAYS get a box.  What do I do without one!!!???</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:27574</id>
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    <title>My Grand Dad</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T00:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T00:44:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My 2foot grand-dad has been very sick.  He had something called bacteereeall meneengitis.  He is the hospeetal in San Antoneeo.  My 2foots have to go and see him lots and it some hours away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been still getting to play, but my mommy and daddy seem a bit distracted.   I think they will feel better when he gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big box to dig in with a blankie and a lot of paper.  I love it, but it didn't have a back door.  It must have a back door, so I made one, of course</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:27171</id>
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    <title>The Defender</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T01:34:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T01:42:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is a movie of me attacking my mean and nasty toy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:27076</id>
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    <title>Keeping my toys in line!</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T03:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T03:16:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is this toy that I hate.&amp;nbsp; It is a useless, nasty, and ugly toy!&amp;nbsp; Every time it gets by me I pick it up, stand on my hind legs and bat it with my claws.&amp;nbsp; And then I honk at it.&amp;nbsp; it never learns though.&amp;nbsp; It is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I am a Movie Star!</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T01:49:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T01:53:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Visit my &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/jennigribble/iWeb/Alum%20Creek/Gretchen%20Bun.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to see my first movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Bun</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gretchenbun:26150</id>
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    <title>My Mommy is Back</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T03:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T03:05:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sorry I haven't been able to get on the puter.&amp;nbsp; My mommy took it with her to the sand box by the water.&amp;nbsp; I thought I wanted to go with her to play in the sand box, but she said that there were lots of big tweets.&amp;nbsp; And I don't like tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 2foot fed me pretty well.&amp;nbsp; But I took everybun's advice and I tried to eat him.&amp;nbsp; I bit him once, but he didn't taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ugh!</title>
    <published>2007-12-28T05:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-28T05:35:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mommy is going to the beach and leaving me with the other 2foot and the woof!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will get lots of pets I am sure, but will I get to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hoppy Chris Moose EveryBun!</title>
    <published>2007-12-24T15:20:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-24T15:20:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Santa Bun came today at my burrow and I got a prezzie.&amp;nbsp; It is toy with a bell and some blocks and my it has a carrot on it.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybun gets good pressies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoppy Chris Moose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Snuggles, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Bun (looking for my pressie)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a title="Gretchen looks in bag" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/55286250@N00/2132783269/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/2271/2132783269_94ddd20c48_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Chris Moose Fun</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T01:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T01:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank you to Cedric, Millie, Star, Sweetpea, Jazz, Ollie, Dandy, Misty, Jetty, Sooty, Snowy, Snowball, Willoe, Casper, Saffie, Merry, and Ringo for their Chirsmoose cards.&amp;nbsp; Thank you also to the Furry Mob for their email card and thank you to Merry and Ringo for the pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetty Mob and Jersey Mob, your cards are on the way.&amp;nbsp; But they may not get across the big pond until after Chris moose.&amp;nbsp; I will be better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Chris Moose great in Lagamorphia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Very Merry Gretchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Lots of ChrisMoose Cards!</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T00:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T01:12:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so popular!! Today I got 4 Chrismoose cards!!  I get more cards than my 2foots.&amp;nbsp; Chrismoose is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also taught my 2foot a trick.&amp;nbsp; If I spin around in a circle it makes her click this thing and give me a treat.&amp;nbsp; Aren't I smart to train my 2foot like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Strange-ness</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T00:27:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-07T00:27:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Strange things have been happening in my burrow.&amp;nbsp; There is a new clicky sound that comes from nowhere and my mommy keeps feeding me little bitty pieces of hard spaghetti, one of my favorite treats.&amp;nbsp; I am starting to think that the clicky sound makes her give me my treat because the two seem to happen at the same time.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>All Buns Love Box!</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T03:40:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T03:40:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a new toy!&amp;nbsp; My mommy gave me a box full of paper.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't perfect though. I had to modify it.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I did was chew a nice, round hole in it so I have a secret door!&amp;nbsp; It took a while for the 2foot to figure out how I was getting in and out of my box...hee hee...she didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Deaf 2Foots</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T02:35:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T02:36:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday the outside of the burrow sounded different.&amp;nbsp; There were lots of loud signs and blows and stuff falling on the burrow (just little stuff like sticks).&amp;nbsp; The 2foots were so stoopid that they went to sleep and didn't even care.&amp;nbsp; I tried to warn them by stomping for several hours but they didn't seem to hear me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I made some poos!</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T01:47:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T01:47:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I am getting better.&amp;nbsp; My mommy is happy.&amp;nbsp; She gave me a raisin with some pink stuff on it.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sure if I wanted it, but I decided it was yummy and ate it.&amp;nbsp; I am now eating some hay and pellets and drinking some water.&amp;nbsp; Maybe mommy will give me a treat later if I keep on being a good bun.&amp;nbsp; I also made some poos, not a lot, but they were enough to make my mommy happy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Feeling a Bit Better</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T12:10:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T12:10:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My tummy is a little less noisy this morning and I greeted mom with a head wag and begged for a nose rub.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel like doing that much yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I also gobbled up the raisin that she offered me and ate some oats and a few pellets during the night.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to be a good bunny, but I haven't pooed much or ate hay or leafs.&amp;nbsp; Am I supposed to do those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sick Tummy</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T03:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T03:49:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mommy was sick all last week and now it is my turn!&amp;nbsp; I will show her who is allowed to get sick.&amp;nbsp; My tummy is making strange gurgling noises and I don't feel like eating my favorite foods.&amp;nbsp; I still feel like playing some and doing a little cuddling if I must.&amp;nbsp; But my mom keeps trying to shove food into my mouth.&amp;nbsp; I'll show her.&amp;nbsp; I'm not eating ANY!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sickie 2foot</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T00:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T00:13:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mommy is sick.&amp;nbsp; There is always something wrong with her.&amp;nbsp; She's worthless.&amp;nbsp; She was gone for 2 days and now she defective.&amp;nbsp; I think I want a new one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Re-fashion-ing</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T02:23:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My mommy has to wear this stoopid outfit every first werk day of the week.&amp;nbsp; She teaches silly, loud 2foots things. &amp;nbsp; I think her outfit is stoopid so I bit a whole in it while she was wearing it.&amp;nbsp; She didn't even notice until today and it's been 5 suns since!&amp;nbsp; She is going away for 2 days and can't fix it or buy a new one.&amp;nbsp; And she's had this one for a long time.&amp;nbsp; Hee Hee, she might have to wear it anyway!&amp;nbsp; Those silly loud 2foots will laugh at her!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" title="Flock" target="_new"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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