<?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-23556738</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guy and His Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>Noelle, my black Labrador Retriever, was born October 17, 1993. She was a Christmas gift from my sister that same year. My life was forever changed...for the better. If ever there was a guy &amp; a dog that were meant for each other - it is me and Noelle. Through flashbacks, current events and photographs I hope to tell the story of life with my best friend.
Here is our story...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-2851006365694282220</id><published>2008-04-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:44:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures...aka "I don't feel like writing right now"</title><content type='html'>Some pictures of Noelle playing this past December as we were decorating the Christmas tree. In the last photo you will notice that she got a little tired and passed out under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The carpet was covered with a big green sheet and some towels due to some "loose issues" that Noelle was experiencing at the time. Please let me know if you require further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2KG2kuk9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6JoKZ7Yd2zQ/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187454196134089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2KG2kuk9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6JoKZ7Yd2zQ/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2J8Gkuk8I/AAAAAAAAABs/y5_Hl5MkNeg/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187454011450495938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2J8Gkuk8I/AAAAAAAAABs/y5_Hl5MkNeg/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2JtWkuk7I/AAAAAAAAABk/piH_cH4zrEI/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187453758047425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2JtWkuk7I/AAAAAAAAABk/piH_cH4zrEI/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2Jbmkuk6I/AAAAAAAAABc/v-SJRfdHZLM/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187453453104747426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2Jbmkuk6I/AAAAAAAAABc/v-SJRfdHZLM/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-2851006365694282220?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2851006365694282220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=2851006365694282220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/2851006365694282220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/2851006365694282220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-picturesaka-i-dont-feel-like.html' title='Some Pictures...aka &quot;I don&apos;t feel like writing right now&quot;'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_2KG2kuk9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/6JoKZ7Yd2zQ/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-2281126098194174744</id><published>2008-04-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:41:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noelle &amp; Wyatt (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, Noelle's life changed forever. A little boy named Wyatt was born and moved into the house. Obviously, Brittney and I were beyond thrilled with our new baby. Noelle on the other hand was a little unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we got close to Brittney's due date we did our best to prepare Noelle. Occasionally, I would hold a stuffed animal in my lap and pretend to give it attention. We also washed some of Wyatt's clothes with his special baby detergent and left them around the house so that Noelle would get used to the smell. Wyatt was born on March 30, 2007 and a few days later we brought him home from the hospital. Noelle was anxiously running around the house when we arrived because it had been forever (in her mind...ok and mine too) since she had last seen seen me. I wanted to make sure that the first thing we did was introduce baby Wyatt to Noelle. As I bent down to her while holding the baby I could almost read her mind... A new toy!?! A giant cookie?!? Hold on a second what the heck is this thing? Actually, Noelle handled the entire situation very well. She gently sniffed Wyatt and even gave him a little kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the first days of Wyatt &amp;amp; Noelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186733614021054338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r6vdBNj4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1JQcg5Y_AIQ/s320/Wyatt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Wyatt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186734361345363858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r7a9BNj5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QgsIBXFZEEk/s320/wyatt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noelle &amp;amp; Wyatt get introduced (with help from my Dad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186735911828557730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r81NBNj6I/AAAAAAAAABE/MNFuW98m-BM/s320/wyatt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186736139461824434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r9CdBNj7I/AAAAAAAAABM/n6ZXziTSwNY/s320/wyatt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brittney, Noelle and the new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186736470174306242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r9VtBNj8I/AAAAAAAAABU/wLf_G33sLso/s320/wyatt5.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;Noelle &amp;amp; Wyatt sharing the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-2281126098194174744?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2281126098194174744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=2281126098194174744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/2281126098194174744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/2281126098194174744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/noelle-wyatt-part-1.html' title='Noelle &amp; Wyatt (Part 1)'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R_r6vdBNj4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1JQcg5Y_AIQ/s72-c/Wyatt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-3451364636260844728</id><published>2008-03-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:34:51.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasers are Finished! (until next week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Noelle finished up the initial stages of her laser treatments with the 6th session on her elbows and shoulders. She now has 4 "booster" treatments (4 each for the front &amp;amp; back) that she can get as she needs them over the next few months. I will probably get a booster for her hips &amp;amp; spine next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that we have reached the end, I have to say that I am somewhat disappointed with the results. I guess I was hoping for a miracle but Noelle doesn't seem any better off than she was before the laser stuff started. In fact, I think she may be worse. I do not blame the lasers for that. I just think that the weather sucks and that she has lost so much muscle mass over the years. I feel so bad for her sometimes. The spirit is willing, but her body does not seem to want to cooperate. I just wish that the weather would warm up once and for all so that she could feel better. The weather here is so up &amp;amp; down, it is impossible for her to get any good feelings going for more than a day or two. This week is a perfect example - tomorrow it will be 79 degrees, Saturday it will be 52. Geez! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I look forward to being able to take her swimming again this summer. She loves to do it and it really helps her arthritis. But for now, I have started walking her up and down the hill by my office with the hope that it will begin to develop some muscle in her rear legs again. I am going to become Noelle's personal trainer this summer. So I hope she is ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182614413966675826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R-xYWdBNj3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gtkb-xsOZVo/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noelle wearing my safety glasses at her laser appointment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-3451364636260844728?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3451364636260844728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=3451364636260844728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/3451364636260844728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/3451364636260844728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/lasers-are-finished-until-next-week.html' title='Lasers are Finished! (until next week)'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R-xYWdBNj3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/gtkb-xsOZVo/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-1544946189794104103</id><published>2008-03-06T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:29:10.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noelle's New Playroom (or so she thinks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents made the room over their garage into a playroom for my son Wyatt and his cousin Colin. Wyatt got to see it for the first time the other day. I left Noelle downstairs...but she couldn't take it and had to come upstairs to play! With her arthritis, climbing stairs isn't really her idea of fun, but nothing was going to keep her away from the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few pics of the fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174863248209879282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R9DOtObGIPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ds05yZPW7y8/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noelle, patiently (yeah right) waiting at the bottom of the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174863888160006402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R9DPSebGIQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tgFGklIxkzo/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supervising Wyatt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174864794398105874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R9DQHObGIRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jdk4jF0AV50/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smiling &amp;amp; Having Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-1544946189794104103?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1544946189794104103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=1544946189794104103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/1544946189794104103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/1544946189794104103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/noelles-new-playroom.html' title='Noelle&apos;s New Playroom (or so she thinks)'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R9DOtObGIPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ds05yZPW7y8/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-987699682070436766</id><published>2008-03-06T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:06:12.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Progress - Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOHjG4_0oHE/R9DM_ObGIOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nnMwh1pOkpY/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle finished up the laser treatments of her hips and lower spine last week. So this week she started getting her shoulders and elbows zapped. After 2 sessions she is finally beginning to show a little progress...let's hope that it lasts. How do I know it is working? Well we were outside at work today when all of a sudden she took off &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt;. She preceded to walk and &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt; so well that she left me far behind. When she turned around and saw how far back I was, she &lt;em&gt;ran&lt;/em&gt; right back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure anyone could peel the smile off of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, she will improve even more since she has 4 treatments left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-987699682070436766?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/987699682070436766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=987699682070436766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/987699682070436766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/987699682070436766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/showing-progress-finally.html' title='Showing Progress - Finally'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-537861479931348956</id><published>2008-02-27T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:13:30.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasers?</title><content type='html'>Today Noelle went to the vet to get some of her arthritic joints shot with a laser gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background information...about 4 months ago our vet mentioned that lasers are now being used to treat inflammation in animal joints (aka arthritis). As usual I was very interested in anything that would improve Noelle's quality of life. Unfortunately, at the time our vet did not own a laser machine, but she promised to let me know if they purchased one. About a month later the vet invited Noelle down to be a test subject for a borrowed laser machine they were testing out. I had two reactions to this: 1) They think really highly of Noelle and 2) Wow, her arthritis must be &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. Anyway, to shorten this story, the vet ended up purchasing a laser machine from the future (I believe it is called a diode laser) and again invited Noelle down for a free treatment as they trained their staff. I was very appreciative and more than happy to take them up on their offer. I mean, who are we to stand in the way of medical science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward a couple of months. I, of course, signed Noelle up for the treatment program. The package consists of 3 laser treatments the first week, 2 the second week and 1 the third week. The package also contains 4 "boosters" to be given every 4-6 weeks as needed. Today Noelle completed the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and final treatment of the package (she still has the 4 boosters). However, Noelle will begin a whole new set of treatments (as part of a new package) on Monday morning. Why, you ask? Well, you see, my little lady has arthritis pretty much everywhere. She has completed treatment in her right hip, left hip and lower spine. Next week she will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lasered&lt;/span&gt; in both shoulders, both elbows and maybe her upper spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people say that the laser has had an immediate positive impact on their dogs. I have seen some improvements in Noelle but I am a little disappointed in the lack of progress. Perhaps I was expecting too much. Maybe its the weather. Maybe its because half her body has yet to be treated. Her left elbow arthritis (which is a recent development) gives her a lot of trouble. Anyway, I am still holding out a lot of hope for her. I would love to see Noelle's joint pain and stiffness reduced. She is a happy dog, but I can only imagine and dream about how much a successful laser treatment would improve her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this was boring, but it will make later posts so much easier if I do not have to repeatedly explain the laser gun process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holding out hope. Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-537861479931348956?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/537861479931348956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=537861479931348956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/537861479931348956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/537861479931348956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/lasers.html' title='Lasers?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-5131917747719867897</id><published>2008-02-25T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:22:11.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it has been almost 2 years since I last posted. I'm more than a little annoyed at myself for being away for so long. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted this to be a running account/history of me and Noelle's life together. However, I do have good excuses for my absence. Since I last wrote I have gotten married and seen my wife give birth to a beautiful baby boy named Wyatt. Many, many things have changed in my life...especially my sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing has stayed the same as it has always been...the unbreakable bond between me and my dog Noelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 14 years old (14 years, 4 months to be exact), has arthritis almost everywhere, is 95% deaf, poops inside the house frequently...and is still guaranteed to make me laugh and smile every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle has been through a lot in the past two years. My goal (and I actually hope to follow through on it this time) is to fill you in on our daily lives as well as update you on the trials, tribulations and fun-filled awesome moments that make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-5131917747719867897?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5131917747719867897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=5131917747719867897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/5131917747719867897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/5131917747719867897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-back.html' title='We are back!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114351994116197297</id><published>2006-03-27T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:25:41.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What If She Has Gray Hair</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing in life that causes me constant stress and worry it is this...my dog is getting older. She is 12 years old. Depending on which study you listen to, in people years she is somewhere between 55 &amp; 84 years old. Obviously, the one I subscribe to is the first number. The 84 years was calculated using the pretty much discounted theory of 7 people years for every dog year. The 55 is based on a theory I heard on Animal Planet a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, back to my main point. &lt;/em&gt;Obviously, as the years have passed there have been many signs and symptons that Noelle is "not as young as she used to be." But that's okay...neither am I...neither are you. I have found that while it hurts me to see her struggle to do things that once came so easily...I am filled with so much more joy when I catch little glimpses of her "inner puppy" emerging on a daily basis. She still loves to run...even though the arthritis has slowed her. She still follows me around...even if she has cut back on some trips to save energy. She still loves to go for rides in the car and to sleep on my bed...even if I have to help her up into both places. She still loves to dive on top of me and lick my face until it's raw...even if she has to take a few more breathers these days between attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves to smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while we were on our walk, Noelle lost her balance and fell. It was something I haven't seen her do before...and it scared the crap out of me. I helped her up and tried to make sure she was okay...but she would have nothing of it...she was already rushing off to finish our stroll. That's Noelle...dedicated to fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 12 years (with many more to go) Noelle has been there to pick me up when I am down. Now it is my turn to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114351994116197297?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114351994116197297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114351994116197297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114351994116197297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114351994116197297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-what-if-she-has-gray-hair.html' title='So What If She Has Gray Hair'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114288387022755646</id><published>2006-03-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:46:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Workday Chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/1600/100_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/400/100_1256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Noelle reading some of her mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest perk of my job (by far) is that Noelle comes to work with me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very annoyed with the large number of sales people that call me at work on a daily basis. So to entertain myself, I have a little fun at their expense. Whenever possible I like to order subscriptions and refer calls to "my assistant" Noelle. It is always funny to see mail show up at the office addressed to Noelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I got a nice little laugh when a salesperson called and asked to speak with Noelle. HAHAHAHAHA. I told the secretary...tell them she's not available right now...she will give them a call back when she wakes up from her nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114288387022755646?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114288387022755646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114288387022755646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114288387022755646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114288387022755646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/workday-chuckle.html' title='A Workday Chuckle'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114248699361189685</id><published>2006-03-15T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:36:39.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Things Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/1600/100_0414.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/400/100_0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just as I was getting in my car to leave work, I realized that I had left my phone in my office. So, I dropped my bag &amp; yelled, "come on Noelle", and we took off running back to the office building. As I was running I looked down at her and saw her smiling with the pure joy of running and playing alongside me...and I smiled too. Two old pals enjoying a quick dash...SCREECH...Noelle tripped and slid across the boardwalk on her belly!! No worries... she was fine. In fact she pulled herself back up and ran the rest of the way to the front door, just as excited and happy as she was before the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is 12 years old, has plenty of gray hair, arthritis in all 4 legs &amp;amp; her spine, needs help up the stairs, hacks sometimes, has some hearing loss and tons of lumps...BUT...in every way...she is the same puppy that came into my life Christmas 1993.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114248699361189685?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114248699361189685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114248699361189685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114248699361189685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114248699361189685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-things-change.html' title='The More Things Change...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114239635420766881</id><published>2006-03-14T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:19:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/1600/Noelle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/400/Noelle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylin' and profilin' in my beanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114239635420766881?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114239635420766881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114239635420766881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114239635420766881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114239635420766881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114231274788540501</id><published>2006-03-13T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:48:25.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noelle's Arrival</title><content type='html'>As I stated in my "intro", Noelle was given as a gift to me on December 23, 1993. I was just about to walk out the door to go on a Christmas trip to Williamsburg, when my sister and dad walked in carrying the cutest, little black puppy I have ever seen. She was even wearing a little Santa hat on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wanting a black Lab for years. My family had two dogs during my childhood, Casper and Beau, both "miniature collies" but it had been about 8 years since we had a dog roaming the house. No, instead we had cats...9 (my fault) to be exact, but that is a story for another time. But I longed for a high energy dog to spend my time with. I just knew that a black Lab would be the perfect dog for me. A dog that not only had undying love &amp; devotion, but a dog thats energy would make it seem like a "puppy for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always imagined that my black Lab would be male, but when I saw my new female puppy, it was love at first sight. According to my family, Noelle was the runt of her litter...smaller than the rest. When they went to pick out a dog for me they were happily greeted by a small puppy trotting around proudly with a flip-flop in her mouth. My dog had been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her first 3 minutes at her new home, Noelle looked for something to comfort her...unfortunately, no flip-flops were readily available, so she settled for carrying my sister's tennis shoe around in her mouth. It was the first of thousands of times that Noelle has made me laugh out loud at her antics. Minutes later, we let her out in the backyard and I got to see the difference between my previous dogs and a Labrador &lt;em&gt;Retriever.&lt;/em&gt; Miss Noelle left the deck and promptly glued her nose to the ground, seemingly sniffing every square inch of grass in our yard. Her nose did not lift off the ground until she reached the back corner of the yard. When she finally did lift her head she had something in her mouth...but it wasn't a tennis shoe. It was a bird! No doubt, a bird killed by a member of our cat army. But my brand new puppy had found it &amp;amp; boy was I proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had pictures to post of Noelle as a puppy, but I didn't have a digital camera back then. But never fear, I will be scanning photos in &amp;amp; you will get to see the cutest puppy in all the land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114231274788540501?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114231274788540501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114231274788540501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114231274788540501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114231274788540501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/noelles-arrival.html' title='Noelle&apos;s Arrival'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556738.post-114170521375130606</id><published>2006-03-06T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:20:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Noelle!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/1600/100_3823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8148/548/400/100_3823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2005...always smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556738-114170521375130606?l=brian-noelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114170521375130606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556738&amp;postID=114170521375130606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114170521375130606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556738/posts/default/114170521375130606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brian-noelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-noelle.html' title='Here&apos;s Noelle!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02198569703772871278</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
