<?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-24280006</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:32:54.972-05:00</updated><category term='New Big Friend'/><category term='Putty on Vacation'/><category term='Taking a Ride'/><category term='Mr Kitty'/><category term='Putty&apos;s Trip to the County'/><category term='Spiderman'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Putty&apos;s New Shoes'/><category term='Putty at Work'/><category term='Kayaking'/><category term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><category term='Canada Celebration'/><category term='Spoiled Day'/><category term='Party Time'/><category term='Putty&apos;s Girlfriend'/><category term='A Day in the Life'/><category term='The Beginning'/><category term='Point Pelee'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='First Christmas'/><category term='Big Machinery'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Mr Putty Pants</title><subtitle type='html'>The 'Evilution' of an Adorable and Deplorable Little Character</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-937688059990502448</id><published>2009-11-01T13:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:06:26.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><title type='text'>Halloween Event: Caught Red Handed...oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3WAlWf9GI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zxr7OQTdLqo/s1600-h/PB010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3WAlWf9GI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zxr7OQTdLqo/s320/PB010003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206833801917538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was out early in the evening on Halloween donning my special spiderman costume when I was spotted by some angry and unappreciative humans. I guess they didn't like a little fellow such as myself swiping all the chocolates, so they made an attempt to capture me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3WATpkQTI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_6rzfEl9XvI/s1600-h/PB010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3WATpkQTI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_6rzfEl9XvI/s320/PB010010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206829050052914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...so I dodged to the left, but humans being persistent in nature, were hard on my heels. Now I know how my racoon buddies feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_9OgcaI/AAAAAAAAA48/gvMts8afxvo/s1600-h/PB010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_9OgcaI/AAAAAAAAA48/gvMts8afxvo/s320/PB010018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206823030976930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to be outsmarted, I cut back to the right in a stunningly evasive move...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_pVRtGI/AAAAAAAAA40/op5l_P5P7BY/s1600-h/PB010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_pVRtGI/AAAAAAAAA40/op5l_P5P7BY/s320/PB010006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206817690661986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...back to where I was first spied. Those funny looking humans are no match for my cunning and agile spider-pants abilities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_RbMyAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W5eQSq8ExN4/s1600-h/PB010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3V_RbMyAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W5eQSq8ExN4/s320/PB010019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399206811273054210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I smirk in their general direction as I clamber over the hedge, ta ta silly humans,  I ate all your chocolates. Hope you had a Happy Halloween anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-937688059990502448?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/937688059990502448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=937688059990502448' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/937688059990502448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/937688059990502448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-event-caught-on-cameraoops.html' title='Halloween Event: Caught Red Handed...oops!'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Su3WAlWf9GI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zxr7OQTdLqo/s72-c/PB010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8485567295713437971</id><published>2009-01-01T18:12:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:51:56.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putty's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OijWW6dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dhKJ8oBD2cQ/s1600-h/putty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OijWW6dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dhKJ8oBD2cQ/s400/putty+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286467893114366418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally, I managed to get Girly to help me with my blog.  Humans are so frustrating and hard to control at times. So anyway, here I am on Christmas morning checking out the prezzies. Please note my festive Christmas apparel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1Oi4UTagI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DgSUPm0U1p8/s1600-h/putty+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1Oi4UTagI/AAAAAAAAA3c/DgSUPm0U1p8/s400/putty+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286467898742893058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey where's mine? Those darned humans are going to make me search for my goodies. Maybe it's in here?  Hmm, apparently not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OjJI8NkI/AAAAAAAAA3k/aQuiWvvFEYo/s1600-h/putty+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OjJI8NkI/AAAAAAAAA3k/aQuiWvvFEYo/s400/putty+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286467903258637890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urg, I've have to scale this one and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OjVjSm3I/AAAAAAAAA3s/rXUrbXyHO-M/s1600-h/putty+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OjVjSm3I/AAAAAAAAA3s/rXUrbXyHO-M/s400/putty+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286467906590382962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it's like dumpster diving, what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1Ojk1RcZI/AAAAAAAAA30/dJQXCiloC8Y/s1600-h/putty+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1Ojk1RcZI/AAAAAAAAA30/dJQXCiloC8Y/s400/putty+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286467910692336018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT in here, unless you like boring books and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1QJgcTe6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Q3bPuth00i8/s1600-h/putty+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1QJgcTe6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Q3bPuth00i8/s400/putty+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286469661860527010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think this one is for me, I can see some woolly things.  Oh, how &lt;br&gt;I love wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1QRjirgbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VSdt7iImlcA/s1600-h/putty+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1QRjirgbI/AAAAAAAAA4M/VSdt7iImlcA/s400/putty+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286469800131527090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I got a new hat and socks! I put on one of my other sweaters which matches perfectly.  What a stunning fellow I am.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8485567295713437971?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8485567295713437971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8485567295713437971' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8485567295713437971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8485567295713437971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2009/01/puttys-christmas.html' title='Putty&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SV1OijWW6dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dhKJ8oBD2cQ/s72-c/putty+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6448356817572036075</id><published>2008-10-24T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:11:59.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Around!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SQGsNJBCp5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FxBua08NeVU/s1600-h/P8040041_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SQGsNJBCp5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FxBua08NeVU/s400/P8040041_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260675181504014226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi folks, sorry I have not been here for awhile but it's Girly's fault of course. These silly humans insist on working for a living and Girly took a new job and has no time to help me with my blog. Selfish humans, always thinking of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a picture of me stealing, oops, I mean borrowing a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6448356817572036075?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6448356817572036075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6448356817572036075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6448356817572036075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6448356817572036075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-around.html' title='I&apos;m Still Around!!!'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/SQGsNJBCp5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FxBua08NeVU/s72-c/P8040041_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-1385093284500442585</id><published>2008-03-23T11:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:37:34.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Egg Hunt for Mr Putty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5cJ_dEjI/AAAAAAAAAks/E18d-bsWIyQ/s1600-h/easter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5cJ_dEjI/AAAAAAAAAks/E18d-bsWIyQ/s400/easter+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961945961697842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey kiddies, it's Easter morning, one of my favourite chocolate holidays. I wonder if the Easter Bunny brought me some goodies? I'd better have a look. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5c5_dEkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EPmuQNzDovY/s1600-h/easter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5c5_dEkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EPmuQNzDovY/s400/easter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961958846599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has a habit of hiding his stash so I'll have to hunt around. I wonder what's under here....ooooooh, look what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dJ_dElI/AAAAAAAAAk8/XjVWTbTx_B0/s1600-h/easter+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dJ_dElI/AAAAAAAAAk8/XjVWTbTx_B0/s400/easter+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961963141567058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I dashed down quick as a bunny to gather some eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dJ_dEmI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YLW8ON81G9M/s1600-h/easter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dJ_dEmI/AAAAAAAAAlE/YLW8ON81G9M/s400/easter4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961963141567074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, come here my precious ones, let me gather you up so I can gobble you down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dZ_dEnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8clpgFq7pHs/s1600-h/easter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5dZ_dEnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8clpgFq7pHs/s400/easter5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180961967436534386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my haul! I'm not sharing. Get your own...ha! ha! Happy Easter everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-1385093284500442585?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1385093284500442585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=1385093284500442585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1385093284500442585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1385093284500442585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-egg-hunt-for-mr-putty-pants.html' title='An Easter Egg Hunt for Mr Putty Pants'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R-Z5cJ_dEjI/AAAAAAAAAks/E18d-bsWIyQ/s72-c/easter+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-3940553706256315</id><published>2008-02-27T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:49:39.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>An Oldy But Goody</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLmE4lby_fI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLmE4lby_fI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This one is always worth seeing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-3940553706256315?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3940553706256315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=3940553706256315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3940553706256315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3940553706256315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2008/02/oldy-but-goody.html' title='An Oldy But Goody'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8918885869909149588</id><published>2008-02-03T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:37:32.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Makes A Snowman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Zx5ctDdpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/R0r6VgQJyBY/s1600-h/winter%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Zx5ctDdpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/R0r6VgQJyBY/s400/winter%27s+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162939254598497938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My humans sent me outside to "do something". I think they were trying to get rid of me. So here I am hanging out watching the birds hop around in the bushes overhead.  Ho hum, not sure what "to do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZyW8tDdsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zSyw5q_4uXs/s1600-h/darn+those+birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZyW8tDdsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zSyw5q_4uXs/s400/darn+those+birds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162939761404638914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plunk! I should have known this would happen, rotten little birds, I can hear them laughing and twittering away.  I can't stay here of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZyCstDdrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MtreUh_q-LM/s1600-h/snowman+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZyCstDdrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MtreUh_q-LM/s400/snowman+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162939413512287922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I decided to make a snowman scarecrow kind of guy to frighten the birds away. Ha, ha, serves them right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypMtDdtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/30uJo800UMQ/s1600-h/snowman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypMtDdtI/AAAAAAAAAjs/30uJo800UMQ/s400/snowman+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162940074937251538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy this snowball is getting harder to roll. I'll put my shoulder into it to try and budge it....I can here those birds laughing again...urg...grunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypMtDduI/AAAAAAAAAj0/fpswe8DXa7Y/s1600-h/snowman+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypMtDduI/AAAAAAAAAj0/fpswe8DXa7Y/s400/snowman+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162940074937251554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, this is shaping up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypctDdvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5ICPyPeL_9k/s1600-h/snowman+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6ZypctDdvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5ICPyPeL_9k/s400/snowman+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162940079232218866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little more molding and I'll be almost done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Zy7ctDdyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Uyg3bjiA6fw/s1600-h/snowman+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Zy7ctDdyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Uyg3bjiA6fw/s400/snowman+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162940388469864226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few accessories to bring out his features. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Z5NMtDd0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/KuIBOY6_5DU/s1600-h/putty%27s+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Z5NMtDd0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/KuIBOY6_5DU/s400/putty%27s+snowman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162947290482308930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take that you horrid birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8918885869909149588?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8918885869909149588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8918885869909149588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8918885869909149588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8918885869909149588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-putty-pants-makes-snowman.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Makes A Snowman.'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R6Zx5ctDdpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/R0r6VgQJyBY/s72-c/winter%27s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-2210051986833219987</id><published>2008-01-01T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:06:16.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Brings in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3rhzK9oRKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OGiEputWKW4/s1600-h/new+years+eve+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3rhzK9oRKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OGiEputWKW4/s400/new+years+eve+2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150677393084007586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am cuddled up with my new Jamaican friend. He sure knows how to throw a party.  Happy New Year everybody, hic....oh my aching head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got Girly for the "falling down the stairs" cunning plan she devised....some how (snicker) she got a case of food poisoning and missed out on her New Year's Eve party. Me and NBF went without her. Ha! Ha! What a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-2210051986833219987?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2210051986833219987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=2210051986833219987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2210051986833219987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2210051986833219987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-putty-pants-brings-in-new-year.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Brings in the New Year'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3rhzK9oRKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OGiEputWKW4/s72-c/new+years+eve+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7843314893905132174</id><published>2007-12-26T07:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T08:24:47.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNy283zqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jEB10eceyKc/s1600-h/putty%27s+present+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNy283zqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jEB10eceyKc/s400/putty%27s+present+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262860177526434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's finally Christmas morning and I annoyed my humans enough to get them out of bed so we could get this day going.  I scampered around the tree to find my presents. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzG83zrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/b4CO2JnPcec/s1600-h/putty%27s+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzG83zrI/AAAAAAAAAhs/b4CO2JnPcec/s400/putty%27s+present.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262864472493746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh boy, this one's for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzW83zsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3N3_0C7fwG0/s1600-h/putty%27s+new+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzW83zsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3N3_0C7fwG0/s400/putty%27s+new+boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262868767461058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what New Big Friend got me, stylish black rubber boots to keep my feet dry. How thoughtful of him. He knows how I love footwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzW83ztI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qr_mZ1mXLNg/s1600-h/putty%27s+new+blades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzW83ztI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Qr_mZ1mXLNg/s400/putty%27s+new+blades.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262868767461074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girly got me something too...roller skates.  Ooooooh, this should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I can zoom around and annoy everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzm83zuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/jcsRH1h_2f0/s1600-h/putty+falls+over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNzm83zuI/AAAAAAAAAiE/jcsRH1h_2f0/s400/putty+falls+over.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262873062428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...or not, as I immediately did a face plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOP283zvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IwNflb6X61Y/s1600-h/putty+tripping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOP283zvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IwNflb6X61Y/s400/putty+tripping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263358393732850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm, these things are tricky. I banged into lots of objects, knocked things over and dragged ornaments off the tree in my attempts at being proficient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQG83zwI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JktxhL4Z20k/s1600-h/putty+nears+the+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQG83zwI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JktxhL4Z20k/s400/putty+nears+the+stairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263362688700162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got the hang of it and pretty soon I was zooming around...unfortunately, I hadn't got turning or stopping figured out &lt;br /&gt;as I got too close to the top of the stairs.  This is all Girly's fault, I bet she arranged this...a cunning plan indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQW83zxI/AAAAAAAAAic/JALyz6DoLVI/s1600-h/putty+down+the+stairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQW83zxI/AAAAAAAAAic/JALyz6DoLVI/s400/putty+down+the+stairs1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263366983667474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went hurtling over the edge and bounced my way down the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQW83zyI/AAAAAAAAAik/BmpV0p01LjE/s1600-h/putty+down+the+stairs+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQW83zyI/AAAAAAAAAik/BmpV0p01LjE/s400/putty+down+the+stairs+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263366983667490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQm83zzI/AAAAAAAAAis/Sm9_LTOG5A4/s1600-h/putty+down+the+stairs+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JOQm83zzI/AAAAAAAAAis/Sm9_LTOG5A4/s400/putty+down+the+stairs+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148263371278634802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JO8m83z0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ASoOYPJzRRE/s1600-h/putty+down+the+stairs+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JO8m83z0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ASoOYPJzRRE/s400/putty+down+the+stairs+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148264127192878914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JO8283z1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/n8VhNi5T0Eo/s1600-h/putty+down+the+stairs+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JO8283z1I/AAAAAAAAAi8/n8VhNi5T0Eo/s400/putty+down+the+stairs+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148264131487846226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plonk! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing I'm soft and woolly, and bounce pretty good, but I'll still get her for this. There better be some chocolates under that tree to make up for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7843314893905132174?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7843314893905132174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7843314893905132174' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7843314893905132174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7843314893905132174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-putty-pants-christmas.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Christmas'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3JNy283zqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jEB10eceyKc/s72-c/putty%27s+present+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6179191768064831608</id><published>2007-12-24T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:25:13.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho! Ho! Ho! It's Mr Putty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3AxS283zpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/alXbWfQw0dk/s1600-h/santaPutty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3AxS283zpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/alXbWfQw0dk/s400/santaPutty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147668574142713490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I prefer to visit the naughty folks, you know who you are. Get ready for my visit...don't forget to leave the chocolates out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6179191768064831608?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6179191768064831608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6179191768064831608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6179191768064831608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6179191768064831608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho! Ho! Ho! It&apos;s Mr Putty Pants'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R3AxS283zpI/AAAAAAAAAhc/alXbWfQw0dk/s72-c/santaPutty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6171242353037054013</id><published>2007-12-17T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:24:33.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snow Day for Mr Putty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-t283ziI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9D2y8u2CZcE/s1600-h/ready+to+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-t283ziI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9D2y8u2CZcE/s400/ready+to+go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144938950627413538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOWEEE look at all that snow out there! I thought it would be fun to go outside and romp around so I ordered Girly to get me dressed for such an occasion. This is me all bundled up and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pbN97GmiBFA/s1600-h/first+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pbN97GmiBFA/s400/first+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144938954922380850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh, this is nice. Being as light as a feather I can stand on top of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zkI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5o2ldh0GlPo/s1600-h/walking+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zkI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5o2ldh0GlPo/s400/walking+in+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144938954922380866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started to explore the backyard but I found myself sinking into the snow. Darn those donuts and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/wB1i8eBoWJs/s1600-h/floundering+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uG83zlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/wB1i8eBoWJs/s400/floundering+in+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144938954922380882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty soon I was floundering about head first in the snow. Girly, of course, had gone back in the house and could not hear me calling for help. Curse those humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uW83zmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_HYyiyE3Rzw/s1600-h/peeking+out+of+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-uW83zmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_HYyiyE3Rzw/s400/peeking+out+of+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144938959217348194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally managed to right myself after a lot of flailing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2aBhm83znI/AAAAAAAAAhM/amOKcj6rrpc/s1600-h/really+floundering+in+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2aBhm83znI/AAAAAAAAAhM/amOKcj6rrpc/s400/really+floundering+in+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144942038708899442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to make it back to the house but I got caught in a huge drift, succeeding to embed myself in its side like a great woolly mammoth only to be found when the great melt comes. Somehow this is all Girly's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2aBh283zoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U4ZWUuhK7Bo/s1600-h/woolly+cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2aBh283zoI/AAAAAAAAAhU/U4ZWUuhK7Bo/s400/woolly+cap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144942043003866754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an ice age of time, I managed to free myself and make it back into the house. I left my cap on a snowdrift to make Girly think I'm lost somewhere in the snow while I'm sitting by a warm furnace vent sipping hot chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6171242353037054013?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6171242353037054013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6171242353037054013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6171242353037054013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6171242353037054013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day-for-mr-putty-pants.html' title='A Snow Day for Mr Putty Pants'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2Z-t283ziI/AAAAAAAAAgk/9D2y8u2CZcE/s72-c/ready+to+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7731476205344345269</id><published>2007-12-14T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:27:58.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Helps Trim The Tree</title><content type='html'>One day when my human handlers left me alone, I took it upon myself to add a few more lights to the Christmas tree. I wasn't allowed to help out this time due to "the incident" from last year...humans can be so fussy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2MBu283zhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dg_M6w8Dpqc/s1600-h/putty+decorating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2MBu283zhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dg_M6w8Dpqc/s400/putty+decorating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143957103923678738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here I am trying to figure out how to get these darned lights up into the tree...hmmm, maybe if I hold them this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9QG83zeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/viekR0-nlnE/s1600-h/mr+kitty+helps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9QG83zeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/viekR0-nlnE/s400/mr+kitty+helps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143952177596190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was absorbed in this problem when all of a sudden, Mr Kitty jumped out of the branches above me batting at an expensive decoration...sheesh Mr Kitty, you're gonna get me in trouble if you break something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9Tm83zgI/AAAAAAAAAgU/O9FK7g47ofw/s1600-h/putty+Tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9Tm83zgI/AAAAAAAAAgU/O9FK7g47ofw/s400/putty+Tangled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143952237725732354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was ordering him down when I slipped and fell off my step stool, landing in a pile on the floor. I got all tangled up and couldn't get undone so I ended up staying there for several hours until my humans came home. There was a lot of finger wagging and thinly disguised laughter. Humans can be so cruel don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9TG83zfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/je6d6uUQ-20/s1600-h/mrKittyClose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2L9TG83zfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/je6d6uUQ-20/s400/mrKittyClose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143952229135797746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole time Mr Kitty was undetected in the branches of the tree. I think I saw him sniggering too. Rotten kitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7731476205344345269?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7731476205344345269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7731476205344345269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7731476205344345269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7731476205344345269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-putty-pants-helps-trim-tree.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Helps Trim The Tree'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R2MBu283zhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dg_M6w8Dpqc/s72-c/putty+decorating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-346115021484227063</id><published>2007-12-03T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:57:19.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Winter Activities</title><content type='html'>I'm back, sorry for my absence. Girly wouldn't let me near the computer after I spilled hot chocolate all over the keyboard of her precious Mac...sheesh, some humans can be so anal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89cFKkfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Sm8PEImVdQo/s1600-R/putty+shushing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89cFKkfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jAioyOLrFhM/s400/putty+shushing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940838432477682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we, that is myself and my human handlers, stopped by Girly's parents place in the country. My humans had bought me a boat so I could kayak with them (after relentless begging by me of course). But there was snow on the ground, so they thought it would be fun to launch me from the top of the hill and watch me zoom down into the pond at the bottom.  I didn't get a say in this as they already had me strapped in. Here I gooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89sFKkhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/6uQ5r8eyty8/s1600-R/PondWater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89sFKkhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/CvvzGC3nyx8/s400/PondWater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940842727445010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onto the pond I went, pretty cool. I know I'm looking very dashing in my woolly cap and mittens as I zoom along the water in my spanking new red kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89sFKkgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XlT7HIRA4JE/s1600-R/putty+on+pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89sFKkgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Rvmtv4O8tVA/s400/putty+on+pond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940842727444994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to get around the pond a few times before the momentum wore off. It seems I'm supposed to do some paddling or something to keep this boat going.  I'll have to attach some kind of outboard on this rig so I can side swipe my humans as I zoom past them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S898FKkiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/UGSJ71nMf1s/s1600-R/coming+ashore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S898FKkiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Hqu7PlL7Bdg/s400/coming+ashore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940847022412322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am coming ashore after some exhilarating  boating activity. Dodged a few snapping turtles and scared some fish. Can't wait to do more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S8-MFKkjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ZKeyLw0OuRY/s1600-R/birth+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S8-MFKkjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/IXFbivvukRY/s400/birth+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940851317379634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems my future boating activities will have to wait as the big snows came down by next morning laying thick on the ground at Girly's parents place. A little fellow like me could get lost in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-346115021484227063?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/346115021484227063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=346115021484227063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/346115021484227063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/346115021484227063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/12/mr-putty-pants-winter-activities.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Winter Activities'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/R1S89cFKkfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/jAioyOLrFhM/s72-c/putty+shushing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5721328074210437871</id><published>2007-10-31T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:21:29.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Goes Trick or Treating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ryi2R9kYdoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cbPWQgXyqVs/s1600-h/Putty%27s+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ryi2R9kYdoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cbPWQgXyqVs/s400/Putty%27s+Halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127548595462502018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I'm off for a night of prowling the neighbourhood. I might look cute and fluffy in my bunny outfit but being the weird little fellow that I am, and those that know me will be very aware, it's all a trick. This is my favourite time of year, candy and sweets combined with unbridled ghoulishness. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ryi44tkYdpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sZHk52rF9nI/s1600-h/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ryi44tkYdpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sZHk52rF9nI/s400/head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127551460205688466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anybody want to join in the fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5721328074210437871?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5721328074210437871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5721328074210437871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5721328074210437871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5721328074210437871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Goes Trick or Treating'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ryi2R9kYdoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cbPWQgXyqVs/s72-c/Putty%27s+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5119258417895515643</id><published>2007-10-08T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:08:22.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Behind The Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt9ForbKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cIH_SwIL_Mc/s1600-h/puttyReady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt9ForbKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cIH_SwIL_Mc/s400/puttyReady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095191456410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was messing around  outside when I was told we were going on a road trip. Camping and kayaking...oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt9lorbLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lkOOUl766ws/s1600-h/mr+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt9lorbLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lkOOUl766ws/s400/mr+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095200046345394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next thing I knew, Mr Kitty was telling me he was coming too. I had to put my foot down and say "no, kittens and water don't mix". Besides road trips are my thing and it's for my, I mean "his" own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt-ForbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IXv9FuVGSng/s1600-h/putty+in+purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt-ForbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IXv9FuVGSng/s400/putty+in+purse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095208636280018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being the enterprising fellow that I am, I riffled around in Girly's purse to get her camera. I thought it was time I took a few pictures on this trip of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt-VorbOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dvj55uoYfyM/s1600-h/nbf+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt-VorbOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dvj55uoYfyM/s400/nbf+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095212931247330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So without anyone suspecting I got a little snap happy. Here's New Big Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwquoForbPI/AAAAAAAAAck/M9JqNatOn1U/s1600-h/putty%27s+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwquoForbPI/AAAAAAAAAck/M9JqNatOn1U/s400/putty%27s+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095930190785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my shoes...oops, looks like I got my thumb in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwquoVorbQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bwctcSf_DrY/s1600-h/putty+self+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwquoVorbQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bwctcSf_DrY/s400/putty+self+portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095934485753090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a shot of myself. Darn that thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwquo1orbRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6Iarie5_WMI/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwquo1orbRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6Iarie5_WMI/s400/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095943075687698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqupVorbTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QfPqi9jxLXs/s1600-h/putty+looking+out+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqupVorbTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QfPqi9jxLXs/s400/putty+looking+out+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095951665622322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me looking out the window sulking when Girly finally caught me and took the camera away. Rotten humans, I'll get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqvMForbZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4AkvU4xVKso/s1600-h/bad+weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqvMForbZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/4AkvU4xVKso/s400/bad+weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096548666076562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along the way we encountered some interesting weather. I didn't take this since I no longer had control of the camera...bummer. We eventually arrived and set up camp. My humans wanted to go kayaking right away...don't they ever relax. They should take a page out of my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqupVorbSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nr3sNJgvc2Q/s1600-h/girly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqupVorbSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/nr3sNJgvc2Q/s400/girly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119095951665622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of bummers, when Girly had her back turned I slipped the camera out of her bag again and took this stunning shot....her best angle of course...ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7lorbWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/U8d19kyNKEM/s1600-h/putty+in+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7lorbWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/U8d19kyNKEM/s400/putty+in+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096265198234978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darn that Girly, she caught me again and I was relegated to the car. I got bored so I changed my hat and shoes to entertain myself whilst they went out kayaking. I didn't want to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7ForbUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ytLN6ziX6CY/s1600-h/kayaks+on+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7ForbUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ytLN6ziX6CY/s400/kayaks+on+lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096256608300354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some smiley human shots of my handlers as they enjoy themselves without my annoying company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7ForbVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GQKm-eaJ-C8/s1600-h/yuri+kayaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu7ForbVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GQKm-eaJ-C8/s400/yuri+kayaking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096256608300370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another one, oh so pretty. I could have taken a shot like that too...IF I HAD A CAMERA! and wasn't locked in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu8ForbYI/AAAAAAAAAds/VichodPEUog/s1600-h/putty+wrapped+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqu8ForbYI/AAAAAAAAAds/VichodPEUog/s400/putty+wrapped+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096273788169602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They arrived back and let me out and we all sat around the campfire. It was a little chilly so I borrowed New Big Friends jacket. He'll have to freeze, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqvMVorbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/H3n8QD91Y8A/s1600-h/getting+gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RwqvMVorbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/H3n8QD91Y8A/s400/getting+gas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119096552961043874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days later, after more of the same boring human stuff, we went home. I managed to get the camera again and shot this gas stop over. I think my pictures are better than Girly's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5119258417895515643?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5119258417895515643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5119258417895515643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5119258417895515643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5119258417895515643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-putty-pants.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Behind The Camera'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rwqt9ForbKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cIH_SwIL_Mc/s72-c/puttyReady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6008563650883624385</id><published>2007-09-27T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T07:24:52.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants And Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvuSX1orbJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6oYUgJa_sVY/s1600-h/pud+and+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvuSX1orbJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6oYUgJa_sVY/s400/pud+and+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114842740041673874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with some buds of mine posing for a group shot. Look at that cheeky bear, he has the same shoes as me...I had mine first...copy cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6008563650883624385?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6008563650883624385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6008563650883624385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6008563650883624385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6008563650883624385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/09/mr-putty-pants-and-friends.html' title='Mr Putty Pants And Friends'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvuSX1orbJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6oYUgJa_sVY/s72-c/pud+and+friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6280001751023293554</id><published>2007-09-20T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:19:42.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Lurks Under The Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjForbGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/raa8XkifvsQ/s1600-h/putty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjForbGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/raa8XkifvsQ/s400/putty1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112413012617817186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some shots of me lurking under the glass topped patio table. I was watching everyone eat. They ignored me. Rotten humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjVorbHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lTDJ_emGXZ4/s1600-h/putty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjVorbHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lTDJ_emGXZ4/s400/putty2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112413016912784498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave them my best beseeching gaze...all to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjVorbII/AAAAAAAAAbs/t4JN0oD1I_g/s1600-h/putty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjVorbII/AAAAAAAAAbs/t4JN0oD1I_g/s400/putty3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112413016912784514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't you feed me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6280001751023293554?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6280001751023293554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6280001751023293554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6280001751023293554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6280001751023293554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/09/mr-putty-pants-lurking-under-table.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Lurks Under The Table'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RvLwjForbGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/raa8XkifvsQ/s72-c/putty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-3995039328378343189</id><published>2007-09-04T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:28:15.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Plays Eight Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMLeXWYI/AAAAAAAAAas/5zhvQz1sg-0/s1600-h/PuttyRacksThemUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMLeXWYI/AAAAAAAAAas/5zhvQz1sg-0/s400/PuttyRacksThemUp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501644537256322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my New Big Friend thought we'd have a friendly game of eight ball, a bit of manly competition...no girls allowed.  After insisting I'd won the coin toss, I got to go first, so I racked up the balls with this handy triangular shaped cookie cutter thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMbeXWZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UOGvUixvy9U/s1600-h/PuttyReadyToShoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMbeXWZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UOGvUixvy9U/s400/PuttyReadyToShoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501648832223634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being short of stature I needed a little aid by way of a stool. Once set, I was ready to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMreXWaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ClZ7F24cjZU/s1600-h/PuttyShoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMreXWaI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ClZ7F24cjZU/s400/PuttyShoots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501653127190946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, good one, I've sunk a few stripes. My turn again...ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wT7eXWcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Lge67YIggM/s1600-h/PuttyUsesBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wT7eXWcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4Lge67YIggM/s400/PuttyUsesBridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501777681242562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm, I thought I'd try this bridge thing-a-ma-bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v0LeXWRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Z_rmmBUCF3g/s1600-h/liningUpAShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v0LeXWRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Z_rmmBUCF3g/s400/liningUpAShot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501232220395794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After ten minutes of lining up my shot and a lot of "hurry up" comments from the sidelines, I took my turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v07eXWTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/X5dEmubSztA/s1600-h/PuttyBlowingOnBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v07eXWTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/X5dEmubSztA/s400/PuttyBlowingOnBall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501245105297714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urg, my shot was coming up a little short, so I ran down the table to blow on the ball making sure it went into the pocket. I was told that was not allowed and had to put the ball back on the table. Silly human creatures and their rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wLreXWWI/AAAAAAAAAac/F5e5dn0Hnjg/s1600-h/PuttyHelpsOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wLreXWWI/AAAAAAAAAac/F5e5dn0Hnjg/s400/PuttyHelpsOut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501635947321698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's New Big Friend's turn now, I wonder if I can distract him by waving my fushia mittens around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v1LeXWUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2-brWeVid08/s1600-h/puttyCheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v1LeXWUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2-brWeVid08/s400/puttyCheating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501249400265026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was told to "clear off" I snuck around to another side of the table and helped one of my lovely striped balls into an end pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v1LeXWVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2yfIizAA3AY/s1600-h/PuttyDigsBallOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v1LeXWVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2yfIizAA3AY/s400/PuttyDigsBallOut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501249400265042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whilst New Big Friend was busy lining up another shot, I dug around into one of the pockets for some of his solids.  He doesn't seem to have as many balls on the table as I do so I thought I'd help him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v0reXWSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mWGi9TwUouU/s1600-h/putty+with+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3v0reXWSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mWGi9TwUouU/s400/putty+with+ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501240810330402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weee, there's an extra ball to balance the odds in my favour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wTbeXWbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/K8W9RpTaHa8/s1600-h/PuttyShootsTheEightBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wTbeXWbI/AAAAAAAAAbE/K8W9RpTaHa8/s400/PuttyShootsTheEightBall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106501769091307954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The game went back and forth for some time. Being the stellar player that I am, I made sure all my striped balls had been pocketed in one way or another so I'll just bang in this eight ball. Ha ha, I win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-3995039328378343189?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3995039328378343189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=3995039328378343189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3995039328378343189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3995039328378343189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/09/mr-putty-pants-plays-pool.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Plays Eight Ball'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rt3wMLeXWYI/AAAAAAAAAas/5zhvQz1sg-0/s72-c/PuttyRacksThemUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6050490457026873108</id><published>2007-08-25T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:57:11.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque du Soleil Putty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RtCMsbeXWQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/mOSNDI-tyfk/s1600-h/cirque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RtCMsbeXWQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/mOSNDI-tyfk/s400/cirque.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants at Cirque du Soleil"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102733072728021250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the Cirque's latest show is playing in my neighbourhood, I thought they might appreciate a star performer such as myself, so I donned my best costume and enlisted the help of my kitten "Mr Kitty" and his puppy "Cookie" to work out a dazzling routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crept under the big top to join the troupe and took everyone by storm when we upstaged the star act in the middle of their routine. Unfortunately, we weren't appreciated as we were suddenly given the hook and sent packing. All this was accompanied by a whole lot of fist shaking and yelling in some foreign language I didn't understand. What is it with these humans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6050490457026873108?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6050490457026873108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6050490457026873108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6050490457026873108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6050490457026873108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/cirque-du-soleil-putty.html' title='Cirque du Soleil Putty'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RtCMsbeXWQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/mOSNDI-tyfk/s72-c/cirque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-4484134612076442868</id><published>2007-08-23T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:59:13.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Loves To Spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4ztreXWPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5hm7uLeNy90/s1600-h/puttyCloseupWell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4ztreXWPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5hm7uLeNy90/s400/puttyCloseupWell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102072287714564338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking for something to do one afternoon when I was visiting my childhood homestead and my human handlers, Girly and  New Big Friend, had wandered off leaving me up to my own devices. They should know better by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4om7eXWHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GTZSxfdTd2Y/s1600-h/putty+on+pump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4om7eXWHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GTZSxfdTd2Y/s400/putty+on+pump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060077122541682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I'd try and pump the old well dry but it proved more difficult than I thought...darn. Maybe I'll take a stroll over to the apple trees and climb up one to see if anythings going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3LeXWMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a9Esb7dREcE/s1600-h/puttyTreeW+Binocs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3LeXWMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a9Esb7dREcE/s400/puttyTreeW+Binocs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060356295416002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to get up the tree carrying some  binoculars I found, so I could spy on any activity in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o27eXWLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eINZAl2k4Xw/s1600-h/puttyTreeW+Binocs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o27eXWLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eINZAl2k4Xw/s400/puttyTreeW+Binocs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060352000448690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's tricky getting into position. I hope I don't drop these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4omreXWFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iotLvtD9K1A/s1600-h/pud+spying+from+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4omreXWFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iotLvtD9K1A/s400/pud+spying+from+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060072827574354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah ha! I see some activity down by the pond...let me get my trusty spyglasses into position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4om7eXWGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uzoPVcwn1Vo/s1600-h/pud+with+binocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4om7eXWGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uzoPVcwn1Vo/s400/pud+with+binocs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060077122541666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are several humans over there pointing and looking at something.  I"ll need to get a better view to see what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o27eXWKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AUc7oM4DkvM/s1600-h/puttyFallingTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o27eXWKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/AUc7oM4DkvM/s400/puttyFallingTree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060352000448674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I could observe them further, I slipped and fell, snagging my foot and hanging myself up on a branch. All the wool rushed to my head making me feel rather dizzy. I better not have scuffed my stylish shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3LeXWNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ITgDGnb69f4/s1600-h/puttyWithBinocsReeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3LeXWNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ITgDGnb69f4/s400/puttyWithBinocsReeds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060356295416018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hung upside down for quite some time before I could disentangle my shoe. I decided it might be safer on the ground, so I crept into the reeds &lt;br&gt;to stalk the humans. Shhh....there they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3beXWOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ceL33FOiGwU/s1600-h/thru+the+binocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4o3beXWOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ceL33FOiGwU/s400/thru+the+binocs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102060360590383330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....it's Girly's parents and New Big Friend.  I was trying to creep closer to see what all the excitement was when I was surprised by Girly as she grabbed me from behind and took "their" binoculars away. She then proceeded to carry me around under her arm like some sort of pet, cruel, cruel humans indeed, spoiling a little fellows fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-4484134612076442868?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4484134612076442868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=4484134612076442868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/4484134612076442868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/4484134612076442868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-looking-for-something-to-do-up-at.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Loves To Spy'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rs4ztreXWPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5hm7uLeNy90/s72-c/puttyCloseupWell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8411801096825548888</id><published>2007-08-14T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:02:33.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Funny Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FM1tkZhRNJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FM1tkZhRNJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Stuff that makes me giggle. Poor little fellows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8411801096825548888?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8411801096825548888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8411801096825548888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8411801096825548888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8411801096825548888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-birds.html' title='Funny Birds'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-387863375545316374</id><published>2007-08-11T21:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:36:57.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Big Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayaking'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants On Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNY9tCtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UOXXUCNYO68/s1600-h/putty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNY9tCtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UOXXUCNYO68/s400/putty1.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097623108943940306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My humans and I are off to Pointe au Baril in Ontario's Rainbow Country for a few days R&amp;R. Here I am waiting...waiting...waiting, whilst my slow humans get the kayaks on the car...come on will you, I'm an impatient little fellow you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNo9tCuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CjwFSO_Wc7Y/s1600-h/PuttySeatBelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNo9tCuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CjwFSO_Wc7Y/s400/PuttySeatBelt.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants with his seat belt on"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097623113238907618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah finally, as a punishment for making me wait, Girly will have to sit in the back seat...ha, ha to bad!  Being a safety conscious fellow I strapped on my seat belt and off we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lN49tCxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/geoYERu8fu4/s1600-h/PuttyLakeShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lN49tCxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/geoYERu8fu4/s400/PuttyLakeShot.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097623117533874962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've arrived at last after a few stop overs at Tim Hortons. I ended up being relegated to the back seat after asking "Are we there yet?" too many times. Sheesh, humans can be so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNo9tCvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ylXFp8py8FQ/s1600-h/PuttyUpSteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNo9tCvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ylXFp8py8FQ/s400/PuttyUpSteps.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097623113238907634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I scampered up the steps of our little cabin...hurry up slow pokes, open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lN49tCwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M5KX8HK39gs/s1600-h/puttyLookingOutWindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lN49tCwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M5KX8HK39gs/s400/puttyLookingOutWindow.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097623117533874946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once inside I clambered around and checked out the view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5ql49tCyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9RFszgk2u7Y/s1600-h/puttyFlySwat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5ql49tCyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9RFszgk2u7Y/s400/puttyFlySwat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097629027408874274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I secured the area with a fly swat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5qmI9tCzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YKwG5ulDh8k/s1600-h/tightropePutty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5qmI9tCzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YKwG5ulDh8k/s400/tightropePutty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097629031703841586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and had a go on the high wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5sDI9tC6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/0_tZtmX9Psw/s1600-h/puttyAtTable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5sDI9tC6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/0_tZtmX9Psw/s400/puttyAtTable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630629431675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am waiting for something to eat. Hurry up, all this fresh air and activity makes for a hungry fellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rsY9tC0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/gtf6rIiYFy0/s1600-h/puttyChocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rsY9tC0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/gtf6rIiYFy0/s400/puttyChocolates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630238589651778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it wasn't dinner time they left a few chocolates on the table for me to hunt down. They were yummy and good for my stunning figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rsY9tC1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/VhJLL_kz760/s1600-h/PuttyNano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rsY9tC1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/VhJLL_kz760/s400/PuttyNano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630238589651794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After rapidly finishing off my snack I grabbed the iPod and mellowed out to some cool tunes much to the relief of my handlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rso9tC2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/liqkUMxhBXs/s1600-h/PuttyYuriRelaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rso9tC2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/liqkUMxhBXs/s400/PuttyYuriRelaxing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630242884619106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a while New Big Friend and I had time to kick back and relax while waiting for dinner...come on Girly, chop chop with the grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rs49tC3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/t2ijNHp0dQE/s1600-h/puttyYuriMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rs49tC3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/t2ijNHp0dQE/s400/puttyYuriMap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630247179586418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner New Big Friend showed me where we are kayaking tomorrow. Too bad Girly is coming with us, it'll spoil this manly bonding activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rtI9tC4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/HgB_VfbkrBQ/s1600-h/puttyMap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5rtI9tC4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/HgB_VfbkrBQ/s400/puttyMap1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630251474553730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning before everybody was up I wanted to have a better look at were we were going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5sC49tC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6xJGDmPhe5E/s1600-h/puttyMap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5sC49tC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6xJGDmPhe5E/s400/puttyMap2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097630625136708498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I poured over the map just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wko9tC7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/bCO0nYiAcPQ/s1600-h/PuttyOnCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wko9tC7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/bCO0nYiAcPQ/s400/PuttyOnCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097635603003804594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still no one's up yet! Do they think they are on vacation or something? So...being me, and that's hard to avoid, I took the car for a spin to check out some launch locations for the kayaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wko9tC8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nR7iAWySP-o/s1600-h/PuttyLeftTheCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wko9tC8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/nR7iAWySP-o/s400/PuttyLeftTheCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097635603003804610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I parked the car somewhere to take a look around but forgot were I left it.  Lucky for me I found my way back to the cabin where I woke up New Big Friend and made him go out and find it.  Apparently I'd parked it on a big rock in the bush...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/S_97TEYLl_s/s1600-h/puttyKayak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/S_97TEYLl_s/s400/puttyKayak2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097635607298771922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some finger shaking and threatening gestures in my direction we managed to get going. I ended up having to paddle with Girly since New Big Friend was mad at me...that's him up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/N_kBkhMf5iw/s1600-h/PuttyKayaksOnRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/N_kBkhMf5iw/s400/PuttyKayaksOnRocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097635607298771938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped for lunch at this rocky place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5yn49tDAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7WXr46Z9mnU/s1600-h/PuttySnake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5yn49tDAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7WXr46Z9mnU/s400/PuttySnake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097637857861635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...which we shared with this lovely snake. Hummm, I wonder if he's poisonous? Maybe I could put him in Girly's kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/MDVBDMT0WHQ/s1600-h/kayaking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5wk49tC_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/MDVBDMT0WHQ/s400/kayaking1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097635607298771954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We paddled all day and checked out some pretty cool spots. I was still stuck on Girly's kayak, so much for male bonding.  We spent the rest of our vacation paddling around and relaxing at our cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5yn49tDBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dPVIZDJi9zo/s1600-h/putty+coming+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5yn49tDBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dPVIZDJi9zo/s400/putty+coming+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097637857861635090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All good things shouldn't come to an end but here goes our relaxed state of mind as we head home a few days later...urg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-387863375545316374?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/387863375545316374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=387863375545316374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/387863375545316374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/387863375545316374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-putty-pants-summer-vacation.html' title='Mr Putty Pants On Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rr5lNY9tCtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UOXXUCNYO68/s72-c/putty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7408013544918129175</id><published>2007-08-03T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:48:16.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Walk of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RrMtto9tCsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tksUFL99CLQ/s1600-h/Putty+in+cement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RrMtto9tCsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tksUFL99CLQ/s400/Putty+in+cement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094465865599748802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city was redoing the sidewalk in front of Girly's house and had just poured some new concrete. They did a lovely job troweling and smoothing the surface creating a perfect canvas for me to doodle on. I was just putting the last stroke on my name when the contractors came back to check on their work. They spotted me instantly and I ran off into the house leaving Girly to placate the irrate workers. (She was working in the front garden and didn't see me doing this, ha, ha!) Too bad for them because the concrete had finished setting and my name was immortalized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7408013544918129175?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7408013544918129175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7408013544918129175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7408013544918129175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7408013544918129175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-putty-pants-walk-of-fame.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Walk of Fame'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RrMtto9tCsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tksUFL99CLQ/s72-c/Putty+in+cement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-1957221968527347290</id><published>2007-08-01T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:20:38.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Here's A Smart Fellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97QAbI9IvCY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97QAbI9IvCY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admire this fellows ingenuity. My kind of guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-1957221968527347290?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1957221968527347290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=1957221968527347290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1957221968527347290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1957221968527347290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-smart-fellow.html' title='Here&apos;s A Smart Fellow'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-4600879277401625926</id><published>2007-07-28T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:08:22.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Trip to the County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty on Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Big Friend'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Stays Goes Extreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABI9tCeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cqTcplb-a8Q/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+at+a+B%26B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABI9tCeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cqTcplb-a8Q/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+at+a+B%26B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092374929491167714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm away with my humans again staying at a little B&amp;B called Rose Cottage in Picton. Being the curious little fellow that I am, I rummaged around and checked into everything I could reach. My human handler, New Big Friend, seen here, informed me we would be doing some extreme sports today. What's that? Funny humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABY9tCfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/J1mHy8_NtPk/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABY9tCfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/J1mHy8_NtPk/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092374933786135026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not knowing what to wear, I put on my stout boots and dashing cap then settled myself in for breakfast. Come on, chop chop with the grub, there's a hungry fellow here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABY9tChI/AAAAAAAAAUM/s_WJuG-jU1E/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABY9tChI/AAAAAAAAAUM/s_WJuG-jU1E/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092374933786135058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I needed to kill some time waiting for the humans to finish eating, so I entertained myself with a small human who was staying here. I tried to get her to move over and share her cool rocker but she was not compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABo9tCiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oAFHbShreu8/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABo9tCiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oAFHbShreu8/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092374938081102370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I put on my best funny face to distract her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAgo9tCjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2OVAQR1FGG4/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAgo9tCjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2OVAQR1FGG4/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375470657047090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but I only ended up making her cry.  I quickly departed in order to escape the glares of the still eating humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAg49tClI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_hgReakzZdQ/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAg49tClI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_hgReakzZdQ/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375474952014418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we get out of the house and into the countryside. My human handlers have decided to go rock climbing and insist I come with them. I don't think so, look at that, it's straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAg49tCkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TqlUDndeKLg/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAg49tCkI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TqlUDndeKLg/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375474952014402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I protested and refused to budge. There's nothing that can make me move from here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAhI9tCnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uiunngKSD2o/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAhI9tCnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uiunngKSD2o/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375479246981746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those cunning humans, they planted a bag of chocolates up the cliff knowing I can't resist them. So up I clamber...urg...I better not get my mittens dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAhI9tCmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TT20yT1qz3o/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAhI9tCmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/TT20yT1qz3o/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375479246981730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extreme Putty on the cliff face, watch out below rocks will be falling. Ha, ha, look at them scurry out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwY9tCoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cfRIxoiksfs/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwY9tCoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/cfRIxoiksfs/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Rock+Climbing5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375741239986818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah ha, I've reached the bag of chocolates, this is where I stop...and of course, gobble down some delicious goodies. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-JzBcA-JGk4/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-JzBcA-JGk4/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375745534954130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an exhilarating day on death defying climbing, dropping rocks on my humans and feeling rather well rounded from eating my favourite food, I was ready for dinner. Come on with the food, what's with the service around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/C0Fmy09L5Uo/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/C0Fmy09L5Uo/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375745534954146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner New Big Friend and I take a late night stroll down to the river to check out what's going on.  Humm, apparently nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2wQuOcVw078/s1600-h/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvAwo9tCrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2wQuOcVw078/s400/MrPuttyPants+at+B%26B9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092375745534954162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we headed back and fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Oh the life of an extreme adventurer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-4600879277401625926?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4600879277401625926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=4600879277401625926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/4600879277401625926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/4600879277401625926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_28.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Stays Goes Extreme'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RqvABI9tCeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cqTcplb-a8Q/s72-c/Mr+Putty+Pants+at+a+B%26B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5526633340293897047</id><published>2007-07-16T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:36:44.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty on Vacation'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants On The Loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv37-L2ebI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HOGc9LFDNIg/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv37-L2ebI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HOGc9LFDNIg/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932813722155442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In June, my humans and I went on a road trip to Prince Edward County. I stopped to admire the lilacs blooming at the side of the road. That's me, the handsome fellow on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38OL2ecI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T-7xAXrrrU8/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38OL2ecI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T-7xAXrrrU8/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932818017122754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not content with viewing from a distance, I managed to clamber up a tree and get cozy with the blossems. Yum, smells good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38eL2edI/AAAAAAAAAQk/X5bA5a2ZoZI/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38eL2edI/AAAAAAAAAQk/X5bA5a2ZoZI/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932822312090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After falling out of the tree, I needed to gather my wits and relax a bit. Since I bruise like a peach, I decided I'd better be more careful in future. Perhaps I'll take a nice little stroll across this field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38eL2eeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_YYzVGSu6jE/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38eL2eeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_YYzVGSu6jE/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932822312090082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling exhausted from an invigorating march across the field, I came to another fence...urg...I'm tired but managed to struggle over, pricking my bottom on a branch..ouch.  Not sure where to go, I decided to follow the fenceline for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38uL2efI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JR5pg3f0IYs/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv38uL2efI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JR5pg3f0IYs/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932826607057394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey what's this, a gate?  I wished I'd seen this before I heaved myself over that darn fence. My bottom still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv4FuL2egI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vjzWDx5OFKI/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores6+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv4FuL2egI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vjzWDx5OFKI/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores6+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087932981225880066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at all these signs...opps, I guess I'm in BIG trouble, ha, ha!  But being a considerate and thoughtful little fellow, I decided to open the gate so everyone could come and go more easily. Time to go and find my humans, I can hear them calling for me somewhere down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5526633340293897047?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5526633340293897047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5526633340293897047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5526633340293897047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5526633340293897047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-putty-pants-on-loose.html' title='Mr Putty Pants On The Loose'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rpv37-L2ebI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HOGc9LFDNIg/s72-c/Mr+Putty+Pants+Explores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-2789686802513445450</id><published>2007-07-10T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:00:01.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Time'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Attends A Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2V1zTzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8g_j4ZCJYvs/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2V1zTzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8g_j4ZCJYvs/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Balloon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732594225729330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm on my way to Katie's birthday party. I managed to snag this colourful balloon off some unsuspecting kid so I wouldn't arrive empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2l1zT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rc4A7AI8ir8/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2l1zT0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rc4A7AI8ir8/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Dogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732598520696642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whilst the humans are busy talking and drinking, I'm left to supervise the party participants. That's Katie the birthday girl in the front, with Tess and Jack. I like to keep my eye on them to make sure they misbehave in the appropriate manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnDV1zT4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nse8qvWtci0/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnDV1zT4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nse8qvWtci0/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+MJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732817564028802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary Jane was so happy to see me she gave me a big hug and insisted I sit with her. Women can't resist my roguish charm and pinchable bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnD11zT7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/EYyMbO77FKE/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Gets+A+Drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnD11zT7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/EYyMbO77FKE/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Gets+A+Drink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732826153963442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary Jane sneaks me a drink....she's my kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm211zT3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Y8IRl2YJRso/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Girlfriend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm211zT3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Y8IRl2YJRso/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Girlfriend2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732602815663986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girlfriend Sharin must have got jealous with all the attention I was getting so she snatched me away to spend some quality time with her and her devil dog Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2l1zT1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1RyBTOfjfIE/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2l1zT1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1RyBTOfjfIE/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Gary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732598520696658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being the social sort of fellow I am, I made the rounds and spoke with everybody. Here I am talking with my good friend Gary about producing an animated movie about myself.  I'm also digging his cool shades which he didn't notice me swiping...oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQwEV1zT8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/cws-BV1J3uc/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+His+Neice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQwEV1zT8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/cws-BV1J3uc/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+His+Neice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085742730348548034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in Mary Jane's lap, I visit with one of my favourite little nieces, Hoku. Look how she loves her uncle Putty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnDl1zT5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/e3u-bp189vQ/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+at+Dog+Partyjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnDl1zT5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/e3u-bp189vQ/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+at+Dog+Partyjpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732821858996114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the panorama of human drunkeness I had to deal with. Well okay, I'm a little drunk too but that's Mary Jane's fault...good thing I'm not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnD11zT6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-ZLPnFjLAK0/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Cutting+the+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQnD11zT6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-ZLPnFjLAK0/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Cutting+the+Cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085732826153963426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since nobody's paying any attention,  I'm going cut myself a couple more pieces of cake...ha, ha, all gone.  It was a great party...hiccup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-2789686802513445450?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2789686802513445450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=2789686802513445450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2789686802513445450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2789686802513445450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-putty-pants-is-invited-to-katies.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Attends A Birthday Party'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RpQm2V1zTzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8g_j4ZCJYvs/s72-c/Mr+Putty+Pants+and+Balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5364937613320557749</id><published>2007-07-09T06:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:43:42.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Another One Of Mr Putty Pant's Strange Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0fDrnp8TvQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0fDrnp8TvQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; I'm sure he must be a relative of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5364937613320557749?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5364937613320557749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5364937613320557749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5364937613320557749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5364937613320557749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Another One Of Mr Putty Pant&apos;s Strange Friends.'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-3949956919273439363</id><published>2007-07-06T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:54:49.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Trip to the County'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Machinery'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Gets Out The Big Guns.</title><content type='html'>My handlers took me with them to visit a friend up in "The County".  They tried to stash me at the house and go out, but I had other ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6eiV1zTqI/AAAAAAAAANU/w4A7jOGL0ak/s1600-h/artillary+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6eiV1zTqI/AAAAAAAAANU/w4A7jOGL0ak/s400/artillary+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084175342163414690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I discovered this rather marvelous big gun just waiting for an inquisitive little fellow like me to set it loose from it's moorings and try a test launch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejV1zTrI/AAAAAAAAANc/IOmBubUtZbU/s1600-h/artillary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejV1zTrI/AAAAAAAAANc/IOmBubUtZbU/s400/artillary2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084175359343283890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hummm, let me see what happens if I pull this lever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejV1zTsI/AAAAAAAAANk/1_i1hLYegUA/s1600-h/artillary+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejV1zTsI/AAAAAAAAANk/1_i1hLYegUA/s400/artillary+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084175359343283906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urg, it seems to be stuck.  Maybe if I jiggle it a bit something will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejl1zTtI/AAAAAAAAANs/T4X67tdPZSY/s1600-h/artillary4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejl1zTtI/AAAAAAAAANs/T4X67tdPZSY/s400/artillary4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084175363638251218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since my jiggling didn't accomplish much I climbed up to have a look down the sights to see what I can line up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejl1zTuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/G130zDzMHFA/s1600-h/artillary5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6ejl1zTuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/G130zDzMHFA/s400/artillary5.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr Putty Pants on the Big Gun "id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084175363638251234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a good thing I've got my sturdy boots on to clamber around on this thing. One needs to be properly prepared for these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fLl1zTvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Eh8jmkcnu4/s1600-h/artillary6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fLl1zTvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8Eh8jmkcnu4/s400/artillary6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084176050833018610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah ha, I see Girly across the street.  Now I've got her in my sights...FIRE...I said FIRE...wait, why isn't anything happening here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fLl1zTwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NfiPb2UplR4/s1600-h/artillary7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fLl1zTwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NfiPb2UplR4/s400/artillary7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084176050833018626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Urg...I guess I'll have to go investigate this contraption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fL11zTxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qS_AYPNSBTw/s1600-h/artillary8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fL11zTxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qS_AYPNSBTw/s400/artillary8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084176055127985938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me have a look down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fL11zTyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ey2xMDP62HM/s1600-h/artillary9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6fL11zTyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ey2xMDP62HM/s400/artillary9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084176055127985954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, how disappointing, it's not loaded. And here I was all set to have a little fun with Girly in my sights and all. Oh, oh, she's spotted me, here she comes...I got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-3949956919273439363?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3949956919273439363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=3949956919273439363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3949956919273439363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3949956919273439363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-putty-pants-gets-big-guns-out.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Gets Out The Big Guns.'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Ro6eiV1zTqI/AAAAAAAAANU/w4A7jOGL0ak/s72-c/artillary+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-1843579954697509817</id><published>2007-07-06T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T06:45:05.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pant's Cool Turtle Dance Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yZMBDyZFng"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yZMBDyZFng" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This little guy's got rhythm, just like me. We're gonna hook up and go clubbing just as soon as I can wrangle the car off of my human handlers and make my escape. See yah at the clubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-1843579954697509817?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1843579954697509817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=1843579954697509817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1843579954697509817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1843579954697509817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-putty-pants-and-his-turtle-dance.html' title='Mr Putty Pant&apos;s Cool Turtle Dance Friend.'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8601026827355368912</id><published>2007-07-01T07:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:05:06.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada Celebration'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Celebrates Canada Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoeXNF1zToI/AAAAAAAAANE/HUwcXT0c7n4/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Canada+Day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoeXNF1zToI/AAAAAAAAANE/HUwcXT0c7n4/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Canada+Day+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082196955672825474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handlers decided to leave me on my own for Canada Day.  I was not overly amused but here I am showing off my pride of my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoeXNF1zTpI/AAAAAAAAANM/83jcmGQAV_M/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+Canada+Day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoeXNF1zTpI/AAAAAAAAANM/83jcmGQAV_M/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+Canada+Day+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082196955672825490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since they left me up to my own devices, well you know, being a rather rascally fellow, I created my own celebration. Happy Canada Day...oh, &lt;br /&gt;my aching woolly little head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8601026827355368912?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8601026827355368912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8601026827355368912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8601026827355368912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8601026827355368912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-putty-pants-canada-day-celebration.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Celebrates Canada Day'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoeXNF1zToI/AAAAAAAAANE/HUwcXT0c7n4/s72-c/Mr+Putty+Pants+Canada+Day+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8013519001750839394</id><published>2007-06-28T11:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:01:11.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty on Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Big Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Spends A Day In The Countryside</title><content type='html'>My handlers took me to the country earlier this spring to visit Girly's parents and our childhood home. I spent my first sixteen years here&lt;br&gt;before Girly dragged me off to the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyF1zTjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DIETeuZgC0g/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+clambering+about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyF1zTjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DIETeuZgC0g/s400/mr+putty+pants+clambering+about.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140960653692466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's good to see my old home again and I immediately started clambering about my favourite haunts checking into everything and making sure&lt;br&gt;things are as they should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWx11zTiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lR2p8Omfa4k/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+climbs+a+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWx11zTiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lR2p8Omfa4k/s400/mr+putty+pants+climbs+a+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140956358725154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm, things look good from up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyV1zTlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MELk63IXxRY/s1600-h/flora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyV1zTlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MELk63IXxRY/s400/flora2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140964948659794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even took time to examine the enchanting spring flora in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyl1zTmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/o5uxsV-PWfo/s1600-h/flora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyl1zTmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/o5uxsV-PWfo/s400/flora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140969243627106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How adorable, I'll try not to step on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTl1zThI/AAAAAAAAAMM/udmrBb60LjY/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+gardening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTl1zThI/AAAAAAAAAMM/udmrBb60LjY/s400/mr+putty+pants+gardening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140436667682322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling unusually generous, I decided I'd help Girly's dad with his vegetable garden. He wasn't amused when I sort-of-accidentally dug out his seedlings. Being a smart little fellow, I beat a hasty retreat as rocks whistled by my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyV1zTkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dawTJzOmvC8/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+chops+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyV1zTkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dawTJzOmvC8/s400/mr+putty+pants+chops+wood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140964948659778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not discouraged by the gardening incident, I noticed a stack of wood all neatly piled and waiting for my inspection. Well, I don't know how it happened, but somehow the logs got out of control and ended up rolling down the hill. Curses were ringing in my ears as I dashed off into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWS11zTdI/AAAAAAAAALs/JG6l9OS07hw/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+with+frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWS11zTdI/AAAAAAAAALs/JG6l9OS07hw/s400/mr+putty+pants+with+frogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140423782780370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught up with New Big Friend and we sat together in the swamp listening to very loud frogs singing their spring songs. Of course, being the cool dudes that we are, we ended up bursting into full song to accompany the frogs. Girly thinks we're strange, but we were definitely "One with the Frogs", something not everyone can understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTF1zTeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vV6kn0qzPMk/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+with+bark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTF1zTeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vV6kn0qzPMk/s400/mr+putty+pants+with+bark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140428077747682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually I had a dire need to use the facilities, but Girly wouldn't take me back to the house since her dad was still on the rampage looking for me. She picked up a hunk of birch bark and handed it to me, saying that's what one uses in the bush. I DON'T THINK SO!  I'm a bit of a city dude now. I guess I'll just have to hold on...urg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTl1zTgI/AAAAAAAAAME/0aEvDbR0nhI/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+on+log.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTl1zTgI/AAAAAAAAAME/0aEvDbR0nhI/s400/mr+putty+pants+on+log.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140436667682306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whilst I'm busy holding on, they wander off leaving me to catch up. It's just like them to turn around in time to catch me struggling over a log, causing a whole lot of  laughing and pointing. I'll get them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTV1zTfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a-qSEG0p37s/s1600-h/mr+putty+pants+sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWTV1zTfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a-qSEG0p37s/s400/mr+putty+pants+sitting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081140432372714994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so winded by all the fresh air and exercise I decided to protest by plunking myself down on a rock and refusing to move. Girly will have to carry me back to the house. Ha, ha, I win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8013519001750839394?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8013519001750839394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8013519001750839394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8013519001750839394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8013519001750839394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-putty-pants-spends-day-in.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Spends A Day In The Countryside'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RoPWyF1zTjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/DIETeuZgC0g/s72-c/mr+putty+pants+clambering+about.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-6176210410382054203</id><published>2007-06-26T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:12:36.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Stuff That Amuses Mr Putty Pants</title><content type='html'>This is good for a giggle. Run your curser over the dogs...phew!  I wish I could do that, I'm so jealous.&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=4,0,2,0"  width="400"  height="256" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name=movie value="http://www.gibbleguts.com/dir/images/fartingdogs.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name=quality value=high&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.gibbleguts.com/dir/images/fartingdogs.swf" quality=high pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="400"  height="256" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-6176210410382054203?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6176210410382054203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=6176210410382054203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6176210410382054203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/6176210410382054203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Stuff That Amuses Mr Putty Pants'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-3955427041902457934</id><published>2007-06-21T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:22:16.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Kitty'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Gets A Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF-7BEbLI/AAAAAAAAALM/nXZe8eDWIWg/s1600-h/mrKitty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF-7BEbLI/AAAAAAAAALM/nXZe8eDWIWg/s400/mrKitty1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078589214598393010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handlers, New Big Friend and Girly, decided to try and teach me some responsibility by giving me a kitten. My very own little pet. He even looks kind of like me in a wierd way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_LBEbMI/AAAAAAAAALU/CjAlBCdVeZM/s1600-h/mrKitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_LBEbMI/AAAAAAAAALU/CjAlBCdVeZM/s400/mrKitty2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078589218893360322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My own little kitten. Apparently I'm supposed to feed him and do some kitty litter stuff...urg!  I'll slough that one off on someone soon enough. I was told to choose a name for my kitten, so I suggested Kitty and was told "no", I had to be more creative. Sheesh...so I called him Mr Kitty. They gave up knowing I can only be pushed so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_LBEbNI/AAAAAAAAALc/_mqMniIwD8M/s1600-h/mrKitty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_LBEbNI/AAAAAAAAALc/_mqMniIwD8M/s400/mrKitty3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078589218893360338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's already into mischief, hmm, he could be a handful. I'll have to teach him who's master here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_bBEbOI/AAAAAAAAALk/YaP_gGCbyVw/s1600-h/mrKitty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF_bBEbOI/AAAAAAAAALk/YaP_gGCbyVw/s400/mrKitty4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078589223188327650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at Mr Kitty, pushing in front of me for the better shot. I'm not sure how much of this responsibility I can take.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, I'm sure there'll be more stuff about me and Mr Kitty. Perhaps I can bring him over to the dark side and be my slave, I mean assistant. I need a new one...hmmm...I wonder how trainable cats are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-3955427041902457934?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3955427041902457934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=3955427041902457934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3955427041902457934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3955427041902457934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/putty-gets-kitten.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Gets A Kitten'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnrF-7BEbLI/AAAAAAAAALM/nXZe8eDWIWg/s72-c/mrKitty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7898338666811728210</id><published>2007-06-21T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:31:29.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Jurassic Fart</title><content type='html'>There's nothing funnier than a good fart. Unfortunately, since I'm so woolly and porous I have a hard time squeezing one out. I do try though, much to the amusement of my handlers. I can relate to the little fellow in this video who's trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXZOGgEb-yk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXZOGgEb-yk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7898338666811728210?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7898338666811728210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7898338666811728210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7898338666811728210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7898338666811728210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/jurassic-fart.html' title='Jurassic Fart'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-2257164832406592514</id><published>2007-06-17T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:32:19.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Girly Is Annoying Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnW_VbBEayI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pc6AwFNyiVc/s1600-h/puttyJava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnW_VbBEayI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pc6AwFNyiVc/s400/puttyJava.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077174529680501538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was relaxing one morning with my morning cup of joe admiring the flowers and bees and other small stinging insects that I adore when Girly crept up on me and started snapping pictures. How annoying! I'm the one that's supposed to do the annoying!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnW_VbBEazI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2-hHWdNZtUo/s1600-h/puttyFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnW_VbBEazI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2-hHWdNZtUo/s400/puttyFlower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077174529680501554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to ignore her by looking at some more flowers but to now avail, she was onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXBG7BEa3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/VVQuHfBUUKo/s1600-h/puttyGarden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXBG7BEa3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/VVQuHfBUUKo/s400/puttyGarden3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077176479595654002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to scurry around between the plant pots to avoid the click of the camera.  Good thing I had on my new sport shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXBHLBEa4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6EcEGw6PAQ/s1600-h/puttyHiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXBHLBEa4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6EcEGw6PAQ/s400/puttyHiding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077176483890621314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried hiding next to a big pot...shhhh, here she comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXGfbBEa8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YtA5mutt9ao/s1600-h/puttyGarden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXGfbBEa8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YtA5mutt9ao/s400/puttyGarden3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077182398060587970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but to no avail, she spotted me and dragged me out to make me pose for her garden shot. Urg, life is so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXDqLBEa7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/M8mQ5L7nAYA/s1600-h/puttyGarden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXDqLBEa7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/M8mQ5L7nAYA/s400/puttyGarden2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077179284209298354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Girly's horrible garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXGfbBEa9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-V4lmefYPDc/s1600-h/Garden4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXGfbBEa9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/-V4lmefYPDc/s400/Garden4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077182398060587986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid flowers, look at them all colourful and bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXI1bBEa_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/J2us6fCCkqE/s1600-h/garden7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXI1bBEa_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/J2us6fCCkqE/s400/garden7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077184975040965618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course by this time I've managed to slip away since Girly is now preoccupied with taking pictures of flowers. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXI1bBEbAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aJXnaK_DSIc/s1600-h/garden8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnXI1bBEbAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aJXnaK_DSIc/s400/garden8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077184975040965634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't even her peony, Girly crept into her neighboor's yard to snap this. Has she no scrupples, sheesh! I must make up a report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-2257164832406592514?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2257164832406592514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=2257164832406592514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2257164832406592514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2257164832406592514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/girly-is-annoying-me.html' title='Girly Is Annoying Me'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnW_VbBEayI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pc6AwFNyiVc/s72-c/puttyJava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7356079758561824902</id><published>2007-06-17T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:50:45.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s New Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Is Caught in the Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnWySLBEawI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IL-f2ABzutw/s1600-h/PuttyGardending2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnWySLBEawI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IL-f2ABzutw/s400/PuttyGardending2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077160180194765570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops, I think I've been spotted digging up some of Girly's plants. Darn those cell phone cams, they make life hard for a mischievous little fellow like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnWySbBEaxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2-JY1tKsT74/s1600-h/puttyGardening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnWySbBEaxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2-JY1tKsT74/s400/puttyGardening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077160184489732882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, what do I care, there's no turning back now.  Besides, I find it rather amusing to see how upset Girly gets when all her plants are dug out. For years she blamed it on the squirrels and raccoons...ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is checking out my cool new boots, appropriate for gardening of course. Notice I've also scored a cool multi-coloured sweater and a jaunty cap. Now I'm really styling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7356079758561824902?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7356079758561824902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7356079758561824902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7356079758561824902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7356079758561824902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-gardening-guru.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Is Caught in the Act'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RnWySLBEawI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IL-f2ABzutw/s72-c/PuttyGardending2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5791276539348940926</id><published>2007-06-04T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:04:06.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Putty's Idle Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/04J11dOYdXo/s1600-h/putty+car+shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/04J11dOYdXo/s400/putty+car+shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250050642493586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I start off my morning, say around 11am after Girly's gone, having a look through the local auto trader to see what I can buy. I've swiped Girly's credit card of course but she always catches me before I can purchase some big old behemoth Land Cruiser or something. Darn her and her wiley ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjRCAwNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X2BFU0EoqAo/s1600-h/putty+printing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjRCAwNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X2BFU0EoqAo/s400/putty+printing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250054937460946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I like to catch up on any printing or faxing I may have to do. It's amazing how much paper and ink one can go through on these machines. Girly's always cursing 'cause the printer's usually out of ink when she needs it. Ha! Ha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Bkcok1SBX0/s1600-h/putty+looking+out+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Bkcok1SBX0/s400/putty+looking+out+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250050642493602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I might entertain myself by making funny faces or looking beseechingly out the window at passers by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ljqLX2ZSaPU/s1600-h/putty+on+patio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ljqLX2ZSaPU/s400/putty+on+patio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250050642493618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoon I enjoy reclining outdoors to get some fresh air whilst I catch up on the local news.  This weeks paper is talking about some strange little woolly creature spotted leaving a scene of chaos behind. Hummm, they seem to be looking for him for questioning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRApxCAwPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lS2XQEUDbjc/s1600-h/putty%27s+racoon+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRApxCAwPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lS2XQEUDbjc/s400/putty%27s+racoon+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250166606610674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I'm out on the patio sometimes my little raccoon friends come over the fence to play. It drives Girly crazy because they plow through her precious garden and break down her plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjRCAwMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nOZEMYSm0FA/s1600-h/putty+on+the+patio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjRCAwMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nOZEMYSm0FA/s400/putty+on+the+patio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250054937460930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lots of romping around, I need to relax somemore. It's been a hard day and we've upset a lot of neighbours.  Girly will have to deal with them later. Sheesh, people are so attached to their gardens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/up5MrjeRiFw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/up5MrjeRiFw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the evening I like to sit back and watch some of my favourite videos. Gummy Bear is dear to my heart. I'd like to meet him sometime so we can swap stories and go shoe shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRApxCAwOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/evLmA_-NbiA/s1600-h/putty+reading+in+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRApxCAwOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/evLmA_-NbiA/s400/putty+reading+in+bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250166606610658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finish off my day all cozy and comfy, tucked into bed with a good book.  I like to sleep in the middle so there's not enough room for Girly, she has to sleep downstairs on the couch. What a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5791276539348940926?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5791276539348940926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5791276539348940926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5791276539348940926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5791276539348940926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/06/puttys-idle-time.html' title='Putty&apos;s Idle Time'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RmRAjBCAwJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/04J11dOYdXo/s72-c/putty+car+shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5412660341083266758</id><published>2007-05-30T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:04:44.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Sky Diving Bear</title><content type='html'>Poor fellow, I couldn't resist including him.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMWuUeGnK1g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pMWuUeGnK1g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5412660341083266758?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5412660341083266758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5412660341083266758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5412660341083266758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5412660341083266758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/sky-diving-bear.html' title='Sky Diving Bear'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-3745202595985130523</id><published>2007-05-29T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:19:17.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking a Ride'/><title type='text'>Visiting Sheena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MFlGe4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-r1-E8pmfhM/s1600-h/Putty+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MFlGe4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-r1-E8pmfhM/s400/Putty+driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070137494889462658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I'd hop in New Big Friends car and take a spin. After driving around for a while and using up most of the gas, I decided to drop in on my friend Sheena to see what she was up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MVlGe5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3R77oKqo6rY/s1600-h/sheena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MVlGe5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3R77oKqo6rY/s400/sheena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070137499184429970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheena wanted me, a shoe connoisseur and collector, to give her a second opinion on her newest outfit. I give it two thumbs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MllGe6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hiZ9isu7oww/s1600-h/putty+and+sheena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MllGe6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hiZ9isu7oww/s400/putty+and+sheena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070137503479397282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are relaxing together with one of her fishy little friends whose name I forget. What a shame!  I suppose I ought to get back before the car is missed.  Too bad about the gas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-3745202595985130523?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3745202595985130523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=3745202595985130523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3745202595985130523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/3745202595985130523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/visiting-sheena.html' title='Visiting Sheena'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Rly_MFlGe4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-r1-E8pmfhM/s72-c/Putty+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-765565408841644864</id><published>2007-05-21T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:51:02.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants New Niece</title><content type='html'>After much haranging at Girly's work, one of her co-workers got a puppy. I immediately adopted her as my niece so I could oversee her upbringing to make sure she becomes a cheeky little monkey by learning the proper Putty ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGjFllGetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SgVCevoH5CA/s1600-h/Putty%27s+Niece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGjFllGetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SgVCevoH5CA/s400/Putty%27s+Niece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067010372150917842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with Hoku. She adores me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGjF1lGeuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nQZjeOa80bU/s1600-h/Putty%27s+Niece2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGjF1lGeuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nQZjeOa80bU/s400/Putty%27s+Niece2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067010376445885154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Hoku love, although she got a little over exuberant when she bit my eye..ouch!  She's on the right path however, as soon as she learns who to bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkBllGevI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hXxb-7NcYZw/s1600-h/Putty+Watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGkBllGevI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hXxb-7NcYZw/s400/Putty+Watching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067011402943068914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm keeping a watchful eye on my niece with her human keeper M.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Roa8N11zTnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aFEYLdxJ6p4/s1600-h/New+Big+Friend+and+Hoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/Roa8N11zTnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aFEYLdxJ6p4/s400/New+Big+Friend+and+Hoku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081956175511244402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute little niece gets lots of attention. My handlers borrowed her for a weekend, cause they needed some "puppy love" or something like that. I'm not jealous or anything, but aren't I enough. Well anyway, here's New Big Friend and Hoku. I'm skulking around somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGlHllGewI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AXVlue9RvBM/s1600-h/big+hoku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGlHllGewI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AXVlue9RvBM/s400/big+hoku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067012605533911810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darling niece, almost grown in this picture. Look at that cheeky face and attitude. She's learned well, ask her humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-765565408841644864?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/765565408841644864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=765565408841644864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/765565408841644864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/765565408841644864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/puttys-new-niece.html' title='Mr Putty Pants New Niece'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RlGjFllGetI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SgVCevoH5CA/s72-c/Putty%27s+Niece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7834446432272574838</id><published>2007-05-17T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:25:58.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>The Annoying Thing</title><content type='html'>Being rather appreciative of things that annoy others, this little fellow warms my chocolatey heart, giving me a chuckle everytime I see him scoot off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/be2AUvIZLtE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/be2AUvIZLtE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly loves Crazy Frog too and has his mug and a couple of key chains which all have his exciting ring ding ding audio.  She's a real nut case, sending to England for them when she couldn't find anybody who sells them on this side of the pond. She would even get his ring tone if Telus would provide it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7834446432272574838?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7834446432272574838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7834446432272574838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7834446432272574838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7834446432272574838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-video-favourite.html' title='The Annoying Thing'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-2339299141880822775</id><published>2007-05-16T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:52:48.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty on Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Big Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point Pelee'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants At Point Pelee</title><content type='html'>One fall my handlers took me on a road trip with them to Point Pelee. It's a long drive but the weather was great and New Big Friend let me drive again. Girly's always worried I'm going to do something crazy when I'm behind the wheel. I do like to keep her guessing, and she might be right, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvH2FlGenI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ZM-AKzi6LI/s1600-h/pelee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvH2FlGenI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ZM-AKzi6LI/s400/pelee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065361937932909170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Point Pelee is a big marsh, full of interesting wildlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFcFlGegI/AAAAAAAAADI/eYlOPsSSOSs/s1600-h/PandY+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFcFlGegI/AAAAAAAAADI/eYlOPsSSOSs/s400/PandY+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065359292233054722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a shot of two stunningly handsome fellows found wandering around the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFdVlGeiI/AAAAAAAAADY/KFSEEksWUmo/s1600-h/PatPelee2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFdVlGeiI/AAAAAAAAADY/KFSEEksWUmo/s400/PatPelee2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065359313707891234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They let me loose in the marsh. I felt right at home rummaging through the reeds and communing with the wildlife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFcVlGehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g-HXeY9GQj0/s1600-h/putty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFcVlGehI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g-HXeY9GQj0/s400/putty3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065359296528022034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you looking at me? I must have been up to something here, I've got that naughty bad look on my face.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFeFlGekI/AAAAAAAAADo/jyUpHDv-op4/s1600-h/putty5+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvFeFlGekI/AAAAAAAAADo/jyUpHDv-op4/s400/putty5+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065359326592793154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am clambering out of the swamp like a great scary creature. Girly could at least give me a hand instead of pointing the camera at me and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvL1llGeoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7OcPvpZ86fk/s1600-h/putty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvL1llGeoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7OcPvpZ86fk/s400/putty4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065366327389485698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Big Friend and I take a stroll along the boardwalk. We're the best of buds.  Girly is somewhere behind us struggling with all the bags and camera gear, kind of like a pack mule, ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we stopped by another part of Pelee so I could have a look around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvGo1lGelI/AAAAAAAAADw/IvS6EXDWhy0/s1600-h/PatPelee+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvGo1lGelI/AAAAAAAAADw/IvS6EXDWhy0/s400/PatPelee+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065360610788014674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hummm, I wonder what's in here. Maybe a skunk I could flush out in Girly's direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvGpVlGemI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q3BzDRrVsRQ/s1600-h/putty6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvGpVlGemI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q3BzDRrVsRQ/s400/putty6+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065360619377949282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great place to sit for a photo opp. Come on Girly, get that camera snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that day Girly and New Big Friend locked me in the car and went kayaking on Lake Erie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvOcllGerI/AAAAAAAAAEg/62RUW98j9wQ/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+lock+in+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvOcllGerI/AAAAAAAAAEg/62RUW98j9wQ/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+lock+in+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065369196427639474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They didn't even crack a window for me...urg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvNiFlGepI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sU3L5liAFVQ/s1600-h/Kayak+Greens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvNiFlGepI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sU3L5liAFVQ/s400/Kayak+Greens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065368191405292178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should be with them. Look at this cool green carpet of plant matter on this estuary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvNiVlGeqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cvU7lqcDzPE/s1600-h/YuriKayak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvNiVlGeqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cvU7lqcDzPE/s400/YuriKayak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065368195700259490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Big Friend styling in his "yak". They are having too much fun without me. I'll get Girly, I'm sure it's all her fault I wasn't included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-2339299141880822775?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2339299141880822775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=2339299141880822775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2339299141880822775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2339299141880822775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/putty-at-point-pelee.html' title='Mr Putty Pants At Point Pelee'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkvH2FlGenI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-ZM-AKzi6LI/s72-c/pelee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5116346826221297098</id><published>2007-05-11T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:51:28.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty at Work'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants Goes To Work</title><content type='html'>Girly decided it was time to take me into her work place. New Big Friend has been showing her up with all the things he's done for me and Girly needed to show him she could make my life interesting too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUHZpLFLyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rz4vCV47gzw/s1600-h/onChair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUHZpLFLyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rz4vCV47gzw/s400/onChair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063461493178445602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She plunked me on a chair and told me to stay. Ha, that lasted for about a second or two.  I thought I'd have a go at working.  Well, actually I don't really work unless it's of the mildly destructive kind. I prefer to hinder and create havoc and chaos rather than being helpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUIpZLFLzI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7LmzW4o8ik/s1600-h/Puttywork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUIpZLFLzI/AAAAAAAAACg/b7LmzW4o8ik/s400/Puttywork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063462863273013042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am pretending at being helpful. Nobody saw me rifling through the drawers and eating the delicious lunch I found there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktdpVlGedI/AAAAAAAAACw/p_AXFLO2-sQ/s1600-h/Mr+Putty+Pants+calculating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktdpVlGedI/AAAAAAAAACw/p_AXFLO2-sQ/s400/Mr+Putty+Pants+calculating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065245170657032658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought I'd have a go at crunching some numbers. The accountant chased me away when I messed with some important items. What a shame, I was just getting started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktelVlGeeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mbBtqALg-n4/s1600-h/theEYE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktelVlGeeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mbBtqALg-n4/s400/theEYE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065246201449183714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now I'm left trying to amuse myself since Girly is busy with some sort of work thingy. Don't forget, Big Putty is always watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktfJFlGefI/AAAAAAAAADA/wDRlVh6mkLc/s1600-h/boxHead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RktfJFlGefI/AAAAAAAAADA/wDRlVh6mkLc/s400/boxHead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065246815629507058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this box, tried it on for size. No one is even noticing my antics. Hmmm, see if I come back here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I found a reason to come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUJi5LFL0I/AAAAAAAAACo/ASRH6oziVpw/s1600-h/puttyGirlfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUJi5LFL0I/AAAAAAAAACo/ASRH6oziVpw/s400/puttyGirlfriend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063463851115491138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girly's boss, Sharin. She instantly took to my charms and we became inseparable. I call her my "Sweet Pea" because she's full of dark matter just like me. Hehehe!!! For those of you that don't know me, I'm rather a rotten fellow, I might look adorable but I'm really quite deplorable. I love to create folly for others. It makes me happy. At long last I have a girlfriend who was as equally dark as me. She understands my sense of humour and lack of scruples. A match made in heaven. She calls me her "Dark Prince". It's true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5116346826221297098?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5116346826221297098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5116346826221297098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5116346826221297098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5116346826221297098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/putty-goes-to-work.html' title='Mr Putty Pants Goes To Work'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkUHZpLFLyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rz4vCV47gzw/s72-c/onChair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-8122673532885755446</id><published>2007-05-11T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:32:34.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoiled Day'/><title type='text'>I Spoiled Girly's Day</title><content type='html'>Girly wanted to go out today and enjoy the nice weather. I decided to gather the storm clouds to ruin her day. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXnkzeCU3bE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXnkzeCU3bE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-8122673532885755446?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8122673532885755446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=8122673532885755446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8122673532885755446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/8122673532885755446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='I Spoiled Girly&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-73199294940535788</id><published>2007-05-11T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:51:59.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s New Shoes'/><title type='text'>Mr Putty Pants First Shoes</title><content type='html'>New Big Friend adores me so much he decided I needed to have some shoes. Girly never thought of that, it just goes to show you who's really thinking of you.  I did however, get her to take some shots of me with my styling new shoes and manly socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist being naked for these shots.  Avert your eyes if you're sensitive to my lushious wooly bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNp75LFLqI/AAAAAAAAABY/f_o_a0S3hcM/s1600-h/nakedP11+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNp75LFLqI/AAAAAAAAABY/f_o_a0S3hcM/s400/nakedP11+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063006883775065762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNqgJLFLrI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRHriDxthDk/s1600-h/nakedP6+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNqgJLFLrI/AAAAAAAAABg/FRHriDxthDk/s400/nakedP6+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063007506545323698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNqw5LFLsI/AAAAAAAAABo/xRJPr_40FiY/s1600-h/nakedP+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNqw5LFLsI/AAAAAAAAABo/xRJPr_40FiY/s400/nakedP+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063007794308132546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-73199294940535788?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/73199294940535788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=73199294940535788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/73199294940535788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/73199294940535788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-shoes.html' title='Mr Putty Pants First Shoes'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNp75LFLqI/AAAAAAAAABY/f_o_a0S3hcM/s72-c/nakedP11+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-1877037230944899827</id><published>2007-05-11T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:48:13.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty&apos;s Video Picks'/><title type='text'>Putty's Video Pick - Kids in the Hall</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there's a bit of violence in this silly funny video but it rather appealed to my naught bad side. Thought I'd share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-khHJoSx_gc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-khHJoSx_gc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-1877037230944899827?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1877037230944899827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=1877037230944899827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1877037230944899827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1877037230944899827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title='Putty&apos;s Video Pick - Kids in the Hall'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-7379779548099057448</id><published>2007-05-11T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:30:21.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking a Ride'/><title type='text'>Going For A Spin</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I grabbed the car and took a spin to Oakville. They left the keys in the car, so what do you expect. I had to show off my new Christmas mittens and hat. New Big Friend doesn't know I've high jacked his car...hope he doesn't see this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkTR-pLFLxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lY0iVPe4sGI/s1600-h/inTheCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkTR-pLFLxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lY0iVPe4sGI/s400/inTheCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063402755205705490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSacJLFLwI/AAAAAAAAACI/LdFISbKlVpM/s1600-h/Putty+Driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSacJLFLwI/AAAAAAAAACI/LdFISbKlVpM/s400/Putty+Driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341689360690946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check me out, I'm the dude with the 'tude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-7379779548099057448?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7379779548099057448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=7379779548099057448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7379779548099057448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/7379779548099057448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-for-spin.html' title='Going For A Spin'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkTR-pLFLxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lY0iVPe4sGI/s72-c/inTheCar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-1598478851136269600</id><published>2007-05-11T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:05:11.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Christmas'/><title type='text'>My First Real Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well finally I'm included in the Christmas festivities, all because of my New Big Friend. He makes sure I'm included in everything that's going on. Nuts to Girly, ha! ha! and she's allergic to them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSDS5LFLtI/AAAAAAAAABw/STywK5F26MI/s1600-h/xmasEve04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSDS5LFLtI/AAAAAAAAABw/STywK5F26MI/s400/xmasEve04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063316241679462098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am about to open my Christmas card and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSFQ5LFLuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_yBiFfgB5vU/s1600-h/new+mittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSFQ5LFLuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_yBiFfgB5vU/s400/new+mittens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063318406342979298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I got, a new hat and mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSFnpLFLvI/AAAAAAAAACA/M8OhF23UdSQ/s1600-h/morniing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSFnpLFLvI/AAAAAAAAACA/M8OhF23UdSQ/s400/morniing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063318797185003250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waking up on Boxing Day with my new mittens and a bit of a hangover. Thumbs up to such a great gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-1598478851136269600?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1598478851136269600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=1598478851136269600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1598478851136269600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/1598478851136269600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-real-christmas.html' title='My First Real Christmas'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkSDS5LFLtI/AAAAAAAAABw/STywK5F26MI/s72-c/xmasEve04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-5386312051229114078</id><published>2007-05-10T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:52:31.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putty on Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayaking'/><title type='text'>Kayaking in Algonquin</title><content type='html'>One of my first overnight car trips with my humans was to Algonquin park were New Big Friend took me kayaking on Oxtonge Lake. Girly was on her own stuggling to keep up with us manly men as we glided along the water. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNeUJLFLoI/AAAAAAAAABI/5UDCB1UnkR8/s1600-h/kayskingputty+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNeUJLFLoI/AAAAAAAAABI/5UDCB1UnkR8/s400/kayskingputty+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994106247360130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am, a rather sporty shot of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we left Girly somewhere on the lake. What a shame we can't wait, it's lunch time. She might show up by the time we're finshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day of hard paddling we stayed in a motel in Huntsville. Girly had found us by then, darn it. The next day we toured the town and lunched on a patio. When it started to rain we decided to head home to Toronto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNf6ZLFLpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AzsniRql43o/s1600-h/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNf6ZLFLpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AzsniRql43o/s400/driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062995862888984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Big Friend let me drive. It's lots of fun playing chicken with oncoming traffic but Girly stopped the fun and I wasn't allowed to drive anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-5386312051229114078?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5386312051229114078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=5386312051229114078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5386312051229114078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/5386312051229114078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/kayaking-in-algonquin.html' title='Kayaking in Algonquin'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNeUJLFLoI/AAAAAAAAABI/5UDCB1UnkR8/s72-c/kayskingputty+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24280006.post-2980170747150468776</id><published>2007-05-07T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:40:26.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Big Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beginning'/><title type='text'>Poor Mr Putty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNPc5LFLkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mV8ocL3MaHk/s1600-h/cut+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNPc5LFLkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mV8ocL3MaHk/s320/cut+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062977763896798786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, Mr Putty Pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out as a little fellow who never got out much. Well not exactly true, as I do tend to get out on my own and cause a bit o' trouble now and then. But I was never invited to go out with Girly, my keeper, and her human friends. I call her that 'cause I can't remember her real name. Oops!  I'm rather naughty bad little fellow you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNaspLFLnI/AAAAAAAAABA/CwpJ4TYKBCY/s1600-h/Putty+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNaspLFLnI/AAAAAAAAABA/CwpJ4TYKBCY/s400/Putty+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062990129107644018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am checking out some flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly finally got herself a boyfriend I could relate to. He became my "New Big Friend". It changed my whole life. He took me in hand and made sure I came on road trips with them, bought me shoes and clothing and taught me the 'manly' ways of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNQ3ZLFLlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jWY-PItnivg/s1600-h/putty+gold+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNQ3ZLFLlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jWY-PItnivg/s320/putty+gold+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062979318674959954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is New Big Friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting together, two manly men. I'm proudly displaying the gold medals I won in the Chocolate Olympics. NOBODY can beat me at the chocolate eating event. Ha! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24280006-2980170747150468776?l=mrputtypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2980170747150468776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24280006&amp;postID=2980170747150468776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2980170747150468776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24280006/posts/default/2980170747150468776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrputtypants.blogspot.com/2007/05/poor-me.html' title='Poor Mr Putty Pants'/><author><name>Mr Putty Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13050524801169479086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.mrputtypants.com/images/pudStrolling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qG8F7J7TFzg/RkNPc5LFLkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/mV8ocL3MaHk/s72-c/cut+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
