<?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-8739225</id><updated>2011-10-18T20:12:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Luna is a female corgi, born in April 27, 2004. Her personality and behavior have been getting similar to me. "Like mother, like daughter..." Here’s why…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-612052337972778604</id><published>2007-07-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:59:16.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critter Birthday</title><summary type='text'>It's been months since the last time I posted. I actually learned that some of my freinds are expecting me to update, so I am going to start again.Luna and her friends, Sy and Dex, had a joint birthday party in April.http://www.knacktion.com/critters/index.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/612052337972778604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=612052337972778604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/612052337972778604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/612052337972778604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/critter-birthday.html' title='Critter Birthday'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-116220237767121532</id><published>2006-10-30T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:12:15.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna met kitties</title><summary type='text'>I visited my friends' place the other day. They got two kitties recently. They met a dog for the first time.In the beginning, kitties and Luna are not sure about each other. Luna never had a cat friend. After 30 minutes, a kitty started playing with Luna...http://ldt.stanford.edu/~chicando/luna/luna-kitty.mpgPlease turn your speaker on and listen what my friend said. You will know what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116220237767121532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=116220237767121532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/116220237767121532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/116220237767121532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/10/luna-met-kitties.html' title='Luna met kitties'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-114619772680731834</id><published>2006-04-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:15:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Luna</title><summary type='text'>Today, April 27th is Luna's birthday. She has turned to be 2 years old.She is fully grown, but she hasn't changed much ever since I got her. I believe that she is still in her puppyhood.We actually had a doggie birthday party 10 days ago with Kaiba, Daisy, and Herbie at Fort Funston. It was very fun and Luna enjoyed her birthday cake as well. Luna also got a birthday present from Ron and Leah.The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114619772680731834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=114619772680731834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114619772680731834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114619772680731834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-luna.html' title='Happy Birthday, Luna'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-114232011313565299</id><published>2006-03-13T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:08:33.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit for Pet Insurance</title><summary type='text'>I started working today, and I had orientation for new employees. Among the benefit, what I like the most is that I get some discount for pet insurance. I wonder if Luna new this before I get this job...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114232011313565299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=114232011313565299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114232011313565299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114232011313565299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/benefit-for-pet-insurance.html' title='Benefit for Pet Insurance'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-114111349829453997</id><published>2006-02-27T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:22:42.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Luck Charm - Luna は働きもの</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I got a great job opportunity, and I start working for it in a few weeks. I really appreciate lots of support that I got from my teacher and friends. In addition to that, Luna played an important role. She actually brought me the first step for this whole story. Luna is a good luck charm for me.One day in October, Luna and I were walking down the street in downtown Palo Alto. At one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114111349829453997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=114111349829453997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114111349829453997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/114111349829453997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-luck-charm-luna.html' title='A Good Luck Charm - Luna は働きもの'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-113916163577719923</id><published>2006-02-04T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:47:15.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Traveling</title><summary type='text'>We are planning to travel by airplane this year. I have been looking for a carry bag for Luna.I found a really cute bag at kate spada.http://www.katespade.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2042936&amp;cp=1989586&amp;parentPage=familyI asked a sales representative, "Do you think if this bag fits for my dog?""Well, she is a little too long for this, " she said.I couldn't argue anything about it. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113916163577719923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=113916163577719923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113916163577719923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113916163577719923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/shopping-for-traveling.html' title='Shopping for Traveling'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-113916086726940352</id><published>2006-02-03T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:37:55.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne and Beans!</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I went to the art walk in Palo Alto, which is happened every first Friday of the month.At one gallery, I had a glass of champagne. Luna stared at me and sat. That is the sign when she begs me something. I let her lick a little. I was so pleased to share champagne with Luna since we really had something to celebrate this week. :)After we came home, we did Mamemaki since it is the day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113916086726940352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=113916086726940352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113916086726940352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113916086726940352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/champagne-and-beans.html' title='Champagne and Beans!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-113888747990111038</id><published>2006-02-02T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:37:59.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Circle</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I moved to another city a few weeks ago. It is a nice little city. I like its downtown and the trail along a river. The other day, I was chatting with one lady while we were walking down the trail. She asked me, "Does she still do puppy circle?" I have no idea about puppy circle and she explained for me. Some puppies are running by themselves for fun, tracing a circle. Yes! Luna still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113888747990111038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=113888747990111038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113888747990111038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113888747990111038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/puppy-circle.html' title='Puppy Circle'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-113888801207474396</id><published>2006-01-20T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:46:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><summary type='text'>I made some research regarding the quarantine regulation for dogs that Japanese government made. First of all, dogs have to have a microchip on their body for its ID. Second, they have to get a rabies shot twice after getting microchip. Then, after doing blood exam, they have to wait for 180 days. If I complete this process, Luna would wait up to 12 hours at a quarantine station. In addition to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113888801207474396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=113888801207474396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113888801207474396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113888801207474396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-113626681983550565</id><published>2006-01-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:40:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year of dog is here</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year. I apologize not being able to updating this journal for a while. In the end of 2005, Luna brought me a really wonderful thing to me, and now we are under transitional process. This year, Luna and I will move on. We are not 100% sure about when and where to move, but we are sure that we do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113626681983550565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=113626681983550565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113626681983550565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/113626681983550565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-of-dog-is-here.html' title='The year of dog is here'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-112206518664294101</id><published>2005-07-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:06:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrieving a ball</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Luna was playing with a big dog, Ruy, a yeloow lab. Ruy is very good at retrieving a ball. Luna has never done it before. But while playing with Ruy, she has learned from her, just coping how Ruy does. Now she can retrieve a ball and bring it back to me. In fact, she runs faster than Ruy although her legs are too short. Luna takes all balls even if I throw a ball for Ruy; then she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/112206518664294101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/112206518664294101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/retrieving-ball.html' title='Retrieving a ball'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-112174911490903763</id><published>2005-07-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:28:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna is full-grown.</title><summary type='text'>It has been past a year since Luna came to my place.Now she is full-grown 9.2kg, 20.24 lbs.The length of her body is about 40 inches, about 1m, which is looooong enough.In the meantime, the length of her foot is about 6 inches, 15cm...What has happened on her legs?Anyway, Luna is very healthy and thinks herself as a big dog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112174911490903763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=112174911490903763' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/112174911490903763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/112174911490903763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/luna-is-full-grown.html' title='Luna is full-grown.'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-111294568094445773</id><published>2005-04-08T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:35:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><summary type='text'>I found that my tennis socks were old enough to throw them away. But I thought, "Wait a minute... Maybe these socks could be Luna's toys." So, I gave them to her.As I assumed, she loves my old socks. She is shaking, chewing, and using one as a pillow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111294568094445773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=111294568094445773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111294568094445773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111294568094445773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-111254655015317112</id><published>2005-04-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:55:15.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffle!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Luna and I walked down a mall in San Jose. On the first Saturday, there is an event for dogs.When we were in the area of the event, one woman came to us and asked me, "I have to leave now. Would you like to have my raffle tickets?" "Are you sure?", I asked her back. Then I got 20 raffle tickets.Then, Luna and I were waiting for the raffle. Believe or not, we won 5 out of 20. We got a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111254655015317112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=111254655015317112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111254655015317112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111254655015317112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/raffle.html' title='Raffle!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-111216332224421388</id><published>2005-03-29T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:15:22.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biological clock</title><summary type='text'>It seems like that Luna’s biological clock is already ready for daylight saving time. Since now she wakes me up at 5:30am every morning. It should be 6:30am from the coming Sunday.How does she know?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111216332224421388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=111216332224421388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111216332224421388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111216332224421388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/biological-clock.html' title='Biological clock'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-111196172517512731</id><published>2005-03-27T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:23:01.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching TV</title><summary type='text'>Time really flies.While I was preoccupied with Luna herself, work and else, not updating this journal, it's already almost the end of the month.When I am watching TV, Luna usually sits next to me on the couch and watching together. See, she really looks watching...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111196172517512731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=111196172517512731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111196172517512731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/111196172517512731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/watching-tv.html' title='Watching TV'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110982208098692387</id><published>2005-03-02T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:04:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna scares me…</title><summary type='text'>When we are going out by car, Luna has to fasten a seat belt. I bought a doggy seat belt for her and she has been using since December. Before that, she had a child seat, but it is a little too small now.When I fasten a seat belt on Luna, she is always scaring me, showing her teeth and growling. Well, she cannot really scare me though. But she always does that. In fact, she is ok to ride a car. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110982208098692387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110982208098692387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110982208098692387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110982208098692387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/luna-scares-me.html' title='Luna scares me…'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110930536401376285</id><published>2005-02-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:27:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating in dreaming...</title><summary type='text'>While I am working, Luna is usually sleeping. I heard some noise of her, so looked at her. She is chewing while sleeping. I believe that she is eating something in dreaming. Maybe it's an apple...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110930536401376285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110930536401376285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110930536401376285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110930536401376285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/02/eating-in-dreaming.html' title='Eating in dreaming...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110906287855023185</id><published>2005-02-22T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:01:18.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking up the sky</title><summary type='text'>I haven't updated for a while, but Luna and I are doing just fine.Recently, we go for a walk around quarter past 6am. There are several airplanes to take off during that time. It is fun to see them every morning.Some people say that it might be noisy to live close to an airport, but I have no problem. Ever since I was little, I was always living close to an airport, so I got used to do it. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110906287855023185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110906287855023185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110906287855023185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110906287855023185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/02/looking-up-sky.html' title='Looking up the sky'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110774478935944129</id><published>2005-02-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:53:09.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies play hard.</title><summary type='text'>At a dog park where we are going, there are two areas for little dogs and big dogs. Luna is supposed to stay in the smaller dog's area, but she is willing to go to the big dog's; so I bring her there.Luna thinks and behaves as she is a big dog...Most big dogs are nice to Luna, but I have to keep an eye on Luna all the time. Some dogs play a little too hard to Luna.As I talk with its owner, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110774478935944129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110774478935944129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110774478935944129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110774478935944129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/02/puppies-play-hard.html' title='Puppies play hard.'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110718744421390654</id><published>2005-01-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:56:55.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy day care</title><summary type='text'>From today, Luna is going to a hike, doggy day care, with Muffin every Tuesday.In the morning, I bring Luna to Muffin’s. When we get to Muffin’s yard, Muffin is sleeping in her bed. Luna gets her out from the bed to say, “Let’s play!” While they are playing, a dog walker has come to pick them up. Then, they go to a hike and play whole day and come home late afternoon.Luna is only one little dog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110718744421390654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110718744421390654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/01/doggy-day-care.html' title='Doggy day care'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110607079751405594</id><published>2005-01-17T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T15:23:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna saved our lives...</title><summary type='text'>When I am working, Luna is just sleeping usually, but once she feels something, she barks at anything she feels odd. Luna is somehow sensitive.I started boiling water and forgot about it while I was working. At one time, her bark was really hard and I felt something different. Then I went to the living room. She was barking toward the kitchen. Yes, the kettle which I was boiling water was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110607079751405594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110607079751405594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110607079751405594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110607079751405594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/01/luna-saved-our-lives.html' title='Luna saved our lives...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110568037105336888</id><published>2005-01-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:40:38.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>Something that I miss regarding Japan is chocolate.Every time when I go to emiko.com, I really miss chocolate by Japanese bland…One day, I was surfing on the net and dropped by Emiko-san’s site, Luna came to me and was trying to look at it. It is really true… Luna might be a big fun of chocolate as well, like mother, like daughter. However, dogs are not allowed to eat chocolate. Sorry, Luna.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110568037105336888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110568037105336888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110568037105336888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110568037105336888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/01/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110169056627312110</id><published>2005-01-09T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T10:03:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels</title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of squirrels on Stanford campus. Luna is so curious about the creatures. When she finds one, she is trying to chase. But she is on leash and a squirrel is quickly climbing up a tree. She can never say "Hi" to a squirrel. Poor Luna...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110169056627312110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110169056627312110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110169056627312110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110169056627312110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/01/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110481059703648955</id><published>2005-01-03T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:08:01.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I had great holidays. That's why I couldn't update this journal frequently. We have been busy at work as well as for fun...Luna and I went to a road trip to Santa Barbara. Unfortunately, the weather was not quite good, but we really had a good time overall. Although this was the first long drive for both of us, Luna and I are a good team, I assume.We stayed at the Doubletree hotel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110481059703648955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110481059703648955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110481059703648955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110481059703648955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110388466731033657</id><published>2004-12-23T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:37:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing late...</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been thinking that Luna is already full-grown since last month, but she seems really growing recently. Every time I carry her, I feel she is getting heavier.Luna is 18 pounds now, still relatively small compared to other corgis. I guess that she is growing late, like mother, like daughter.I started growing really late in 9th grade. Until then, my grandmother was so worried about me since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110388466731033657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110388466731033657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110388466731033657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110388466731033657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/growing-late.html' title='Growing late...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110334435197699092</id><published>2004-12-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:18:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like dancin'!</title><summary type='text'>We keep on using Bowlingual.When Luna was chasing her tail..."I feel like dancin’!” Bowlingual analyzed.When I start using a vacuum cleaner..."Don't bother me."When she was trying to wake me up..."I'm feeling a little blue."I cannot list every bark here, but the accuracy is more than I expected.By the way, last night, when I was talking with my friend, Luna seemed jealous and barked.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110334435197699092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110334435197699092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110334435197699092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110334435197699092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/feel-like-dancin.html' title='Feel like dancin&apos;!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110316920976368097</id><published>2004-12-15T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:53:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone...</title><summary type='text'>I used BowLingual for two hours in "Home alone mode", which tracks Luna's barking while I am away.I can analyze her bark history after I’m home regarding what time she barked and what she meant at that time.When I was going out, she said"Why don't you talk to me?""I need a hug!""Just listen to me!"“Look at me!”Sorry for leaving you alone, Luna.Anyway, it seems translating correctly...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110316920976368097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110316920976368097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110316920976368097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110316920976368097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/home-alone.html' title='Home alone...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110287371882351798</id><published>2004-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:48:38.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>こたつ</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry, but I would like to start with Japanese...今日は日本語で書きたい気分なので。今、机に座って膝掛けをして仕事をしています。Lunaは私の膝掛けの下に潜り込んできて足下でねています。おかげで足下がほこほこしていて、ほりごたつにでも入っている気分なのであります。:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110287371882351798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110287371882351798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110287371882351798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110287371882351798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='こたつ'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110283810081475437</id><published>2004-12-11T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:49:35.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a small world!</title><summary type='text'>We went to another dog park that we had never been before. At the park, I met a woman having an energetic girl dog. While we were chatting, we found that she is currently working for the company where I left; she told me that she went to Gotanda-office. :)In addition to that, her dog was born one day before Luna was born. They were happily playing and got really muddy.By the way, Luna is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110283810081475437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110283810081475437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110283810081475437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110283810081475437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-small-world.html' title='What a small world!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110252052623514895</id><published>2004-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T07:42:44.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need subjects!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, my friend, who is a researcher in Seattle, sent me e-mail and let me know the gudget called Bowlingual.As you all know, I am a geek; so of course I have known it. However, I have never felt that I should get one.Somehow, his message has motivated me to do some experiment of Bowlingual with Luna. To be honest, I have never met a person who bought and used Bowlingual. So I have placed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110252052623514895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110252052623514895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110252052623514895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110252052623514895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/need-subjects.html' title='Need subjects!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110231344838767365</id><published>2004-12-05T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:06:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna in San Francisco</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I visited my friend living in San Francisco. We went to Buena Vista park, walked around Haight Street, and ate Mexican food in Golden Gate Park. Well, Luna ate puppy cookies that I brought.I really like towns having some history &amp; story and like to feel something through a walk.  I don’t feel anything that I feel in San Francisco while walking around my town, which is relatively new. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110231344838767365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110231344838767365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110231344838767365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110231344838767365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/luna-in-san-francisco.html' title='Luna in San Francisco'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110180037278047823</id><published>2004-12-02T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:19:26.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging, digging, digging...</title><summary type='text'>As I wrote before, Luna got a cushion. But she really wanted to dig further and broke the zipper to dig inside...When Luna is so into something, she is going crazy. Maybe like mother, like daughter...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110180037278047823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110180037278047823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110180037278047823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110180037278047823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/digging-digging-digging.html' title='Digging, digging, digging...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110177958758953978</id><published>2004-11-29T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:38:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeling off Newspaper...</title><summary type='text'>Since I am busy at work at the end of each month, Luna has to spend her time by herself although I am at home with her. She actually seems to understand my situation. Over the holidays, she often asked me for playing, but today she has been really well behaved, killing her time by playing some toys.Well, her most favorite thing is peeling off newspaper... It makes my room messy, but she looks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110177958758953978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110177958758953978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110177958758953978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110177958758953978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/peeling-off-newspaper.html' title='Peeling off Newspaper...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110169163326397540</id><published>2004-11-28T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:28:18.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On strike...</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I went to the Oval at Stanford as usual. The oval locates in the center of Stanford campus, and wide grassy area is spread out; it is very green and we love it.After we were walking and playing for one hour, I felt to go home. Luna realized that I was thinking to go home. Then, she has become on strike, laying herself on the ground..."I don't wanna go home." :PWell, I cannot get mad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110169163326397540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110169163326397540' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110169163326397540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110169163326397540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-strike.html' title='On strike...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110161261527106348</id><published>2004-11-27T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T19:30:15.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' talk!</title><summary type='text'>Over the thanksgiving holidays, we had a guest. My ex-roommate, Marika, was staying at our place. Since we haven't seen each other for a while, we had a lot of things to talk and were chatting after midnight...Baby Luna should sleep earlier, but as a girl, Luna is qualified to join us and staying up with us until 2am. Now she is a night bird.  Well..., I am used to work at night; so it makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110161261527106348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110161261527106348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110161261527106348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110161261527106348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/girls-talk.html' title='Girls&apos; talk!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110101440953923087</id><published>2004-11-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:54:15.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut at a dog park!</title><summary type='text'>This morning, we went to a dog park for the first time. There are two areas for smaller dogs and larger dogs. First I let Luna into smaller dogs'. Luna slowly got closer to other dogs and said hi. She looked a little shy. There were 6 dogs and I was observing social dynamics.- Luna is not in the center; she is observing a group from one step outer. - She doesn't initiate play and waits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110101440953923087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110101440953923087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110101440953923087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110101440953923087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/debut-at-dog-park.html' title='Debut at a dog park!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-110064787824014410</id><published>2004-11-16T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:57:10.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's your turn.</title><summary type='text'>This morning, Muffin and Luna were playing in the yard as usual. Muffin got thirsty and went to drink water; then Luna followed her. While Muffin was drinking water, Luna caught up with her and started barking at Muffin, “I wanna drink water too!!!”“I’m sorry, it’s your turn”, Muffin said and passed her water bowl to Luna. How sweet she is… Luna is just rude. Like mother, like daughter???By</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110064787824014410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=110064787824014410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110064787824014410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/110064787824014410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorry-its-your-turn.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s your turn.'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109808825917132061</id><published>2004-11-14T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:03:47.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go and play...</title><summary type='text'>We are living in the 3rd floor and close to the sky. There is the San Jose airport nere here and airplanes are always flying above us. Luna is so curious about airplanes.Also, Luna is looking down when she hears the voice of kids."I wanna go and play....", her back tells.Her behavior reminds me when my brother and I were little. We were living in a high-rise and sometimes doing the same way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109808825917132061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109808825917132061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109808825917132061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109808825917132061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-wanna-go-and-play.html' title='I wanna go and play...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109996709753344464</id><published>2004-11-08T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:48:54.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After that...</title><summary type='text'>Hurrah! It's cloudy, but not raining! Finally, Luna could meet Muffin!When we reached the entrance of Muffin's house, literally Luna was bouncing up the wall... After 3 hours, two dogs got muddy, but Luna was muddier since her body is always close to the earth...Luna doesn't care, but I care. :(When I start driving towards our home, she has fallen asleep in a few minutes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109996709753344464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109996709753344464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109996709753344464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109996709753344464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-that.html' title='After that...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109968827367868902</id><published>2004-11-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:28:03.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snails...</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I were walking in the morning after the rain. There were a lot of snails in a path.Luna was so curious and pushed the shell of a snail with her nose. The snail must have been upset when the big nose abruptly turned its house upside down. Poor snails...Who cares? - Luna :P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109968827367868902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109968827367868902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109968827367868902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109968827367868902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/snails.html' title='Snails...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109808168191149405</id><published>2004-11-04T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:12:36.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple!</title><summary type='text'>Luna loves an apple. Every time when I cut apple, she realizes the sound that I am cutting on a cutting board. She is expectantly staring at me to say, "I want an apple..."But sometimes the noise could be a pear or lemon; she makes a mistake… :P In such case, she doesn't get anything.I don't usually give her foods for human, but apple is an exception. Luna says...An apple a day keeps the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109808168191149405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109808168191149405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109808168191149405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109808168191149405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/apple.html' title='Apple!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109950934996481405</id><published>2004-11-03T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:43:10.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging, digging...</title><summary type='text'>Talking with other dog owners is like conversation between parents, I assume. I have been learning a lot from my friends about foods, health issue, behavioral issue, etc...At a vet, I was talking with one woman who has two dogs. I told her Luna starts digging in my room. Then, she let me know that I can give Luna a cushion to meet her digging needs. So, I gave Luna a large one so that she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109950934996481405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109950934996481405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109950934996481405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109950934996481405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/digging-digging.html' title='Digging, digging...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109935385307285692</id><published>2004-11-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:43:30.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't shoot the dog!</title><summary type='text'>I went to a pet store and found the book, "Don't shoot the dog!" and smiled. :)Link to Amazon.comLink to Amazon.co.jpActually, I have read this book two years ago when I was taking the course, "Persuasive Technology", at a graduate school; this book was one of the course readings, which is about how to use positive reinforcement in teaching new behaviors. All theories and methods are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109935385307285692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109935385307285692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109935385307285692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109935385307285692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-shoot-dog.html' title='Don&apos;t shoot the dog!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109925929043234284</id><published>2004-10-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:44:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball girl</title><summary type='text'>It is not a good idea to bring a puppy for tennis, but Luna has a privilege to have her mom over the weekend. So, I brought her.  After 30 minutes, there are no people besides us; then I let her off leash. :)Now she started learning to be a ball girl. I am working...   - Luna</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109925929043234284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109925929043234284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109925929043234284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109925929043234284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/ball-girl.html' title='Ball girl'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109908629583155634</id><published>2004-10-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:07:46.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging...</title><summary type='text'>Luna likes digging. Unfortunately, she is not allowed to dig in my room. But, now she is in house-breaking mode and has started digging carpet... She was so happy to dig when we were at a park.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109908629583155634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109908629583155634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109908629583155634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109908629583155634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/digging.html' title='Digging...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109891826847247072</id><published>2004-10-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T16:04:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Eclipse</title><summary type='text'>Today is Luna's day since we can take a look at a total lunar eclipse tonight...http://www.space.com/spacewatch/top10_eclipse_041026-1.htmlNow Luna is taking a nap to get ready for tonight. Well, she is sleeping during the day anyway...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109891826847247072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109891826847247072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109891826847247072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109891826847247072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/lunar-eclipse.html' title='Lunar Eclipse'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109884769689037315</id><published>2004-10-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T14:58:22.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrophobia...</title><summary type='text'>Luna and I are living in the 3rd floor. Every time we go for a walk, we need to walk down the stairs.Since Luna has a fear of heights, she cannot step down from the 3rd floor to the ground level; so I carry her every time...Poor Luna...since her mom likes adventure and higher places. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109884769689037315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109884769689037315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109884769689037315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109884769689037315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/acrophobia.html' title='Acrophobia...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109875647947143072</id><published>2004-10-25T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:44:52.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big nose</title><summary type='text'>Every time when I hold a camera, she is running towards me. So, only thing that I can capture is the big nose of Luna.This is the big nose of 4 months.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109875647947143072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109875647947143072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109875647947143072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109875647947143072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/big-nose.html' title='Big nose'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109866900724721044</id><published>2004-10-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:45:13.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny!</title><summary type='text'>We have been under a cloudy sky for a few days, then finally it's sunny on Sunday afternoon. We went to the park that we usually go over the weekend. Then, we met a female adult corgi.She is 14-year old and looks very pretty.Luna tried to play with her. But she was not up and chasing. Anyway, Luna had a good time with her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109866900724721044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109866900724721044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109866900724721044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109866900724721044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunny.html' title='Sunny!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109856071811181673</id><published>2004-10-23T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T12:46:09.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups...</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, Luna abruptly gets hiccups while sleeping. Ever since I was a child, my family always has dogs, a sheltie, a husky, and two Pomeranians. But for me, this is the first time to raise a puppy from very early puppy hood. So, I've never seen that a puppy has hiccups, which made me surprised at first and still makes me worried at times. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109856071811181673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109856071811181673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109856071811181673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109856071811181673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109846812154301853</id><published>2004-10-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:44:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Luna?</title><summary type='text'>Naming a puppy is very difficult, I believe. So, I started exploring potential names before I met Luna.I first met Luna in the second week in May, when she was two-week old. I visited my breeder living in San Francisco.I asked him the names of Luna's father and mother. The father's name is actually Luna. So, I decided to look for something related to planets or Latin. But I couldn't find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109846812154301853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109846812154301853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109846812154301853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109846812154301853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-luna.html' title='Why Luna?'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109840908169972367</id><published>2004-10-21T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T07:01:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime?</title><summary type='text'>When I work in the living room, Luna is staying somewhere in the same room, rolling, sleeping, playing with toys, chasing her tail, looking up the sky, etc...Recently, she learned the little noise, which sounds when I close my computer.For her, it is the sign that I stop working and Luna expects, "My playtime might happen!"She gets excited, wagging her tail and running up to me.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109840908169972367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109840908169972367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109840908169972367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109840908169972367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/playtime.html' title='Playtime?'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109831159177148000</id><published>2004-10-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:33:11.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless you!</title><summary type='text'>Wherever Luna is in my room, whatever she is doing, even during sleeping, once I sneeze, she is running to me in a rush and barking at me. I don't know why, but maybe she is trying to say, "Bless you!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109831159177148000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109831159177148000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109831159177148000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109831159177148000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/bless-you.html' title='Bless you!'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109819322219428239</id><published>2004-10-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:46:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Longer...</title><summary type='text'>Corgis have short legs, and Luna does too.I see her growth, getting longer and longer..., but not taller...Most corgis, in particular Pembroke, are docked their tails when they are young, but I didn't since my breeder didn't. There is some reasoning why corgis are docked their tails. One reason is that long, long ago dogs without tails were tax-deductible in UK; so people docked them.Anyway,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109819322219428239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109819322219428239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109819322219428239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109819322219428239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/getting-longer.html' title='Getting Longer...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109811216482864445</id><published>2004-10-18T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:50:40.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><summary type='text'>My friend, Sally, is currently traveling in Japan. Sally met Luna twice before her leaving in the beginning of September.One day, we had a video/voice chat, and I showed Luna for her. When Sally called "Luna," Luna was looking for her, "Where is she?" But, she couldn't find her in the end.This is the photo when she was two-month old.-chika</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109811216482864445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109811216482864445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109811216482864445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109811216482864445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109807916803040582</id><published>2004-10-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:51:44.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower...</title><summary type='text'>As I expected, the weather is not very well. But there is a corridor at Stanford that we can work. It is pretty big and I am sure that it is enough for Luna. I reached Stanford around 2pm. Lucky for us, it became clear up. So, we walked around the Oval, a wide grassy area. But after 30 minutes, we were caught in a shower. Then, we went home.Actually, this was the first time for Luna, riding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109807916803040582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109807916803040582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109807916803040582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109807916803040582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/shower.html' title='Shower...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109797829166702980</id><published>2004-10-16T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T07:07:07.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me...</title><summary type='text'>Today is Saturday. Since it seems raining tomorrow, I went to a long walk with Luna.After 40 minutes or so, she stopped and sat, looking at me. I sat down next to her. She looked like asking me to hold her. Then, I held her. She seemed so happy and comfortable...  Last week, when she walked with other dogs, she could walk and play with them for over one hour and was just fine although she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109797829166702980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109797829166702980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109797829166702980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109797829166702980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/hold-me.html' title='Hold me...'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739225.post-109787783445986542</id><published>2004-10-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:53:44.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna's journal</title><summary type='text'>I have a female corgi puppy, Luna born in April 27, 2004.One day I went to a pet store. The owner said that Luna's personality has been developed well because I, mom of Luna, am always with her. It doesn't mean that my personality is good, but being with a puppy as long as I can is good for raising a good personality.Since I am working at home, lucky for us, we are always together almost 24/7.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109787783445986542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8739225&amp;postID=109787783445986542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109787783445986542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739225/posts/default/109787783445986542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lunajournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/lunas-journal.html' title='Luna&apos;s journal'/><author><name>Chika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01222964491292143083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://homepage.mac.com/chicando/luna12-5-04-sf2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
