tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897975850720878402011-07-07T14:24:49.265-07:00Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-35445574626414438482010-07-19T10:02:00.001-07:002010-07-19T10:11:08.479-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/TESHJk_XFkI/AAAAAAAAABg/qcqsVVMZfTA/s1600/IMG_0636.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/TESHJk_XFkI/AAAAAAAAABg/qcqsVVMZfTA/s320/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495666043916850754" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-3544557462641443848?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-37400960044019836432010-03-07T19:41:00.000-08:002010-03-07T19:43:04.906-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S5RyNVk5VkI/AAAAAAAAABI/zSFxjuPwapI/s1600-h/downsized_0307001319.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S5RyNVk5VkI/AAAAAAAAABI/zSFxjuPwapI/s320/downsized_0307001319.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103422853535298" /></a><br />Day out with the bunnies<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S5RyA2yhVaI/AAAAAAAAABA/jzOfuLomICs/s1600-h/downsized_0307001034.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S5RyA2yhVaI/AAAAAAAAABA/jzOfuLomICs/s320/downsized_0307001034.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103208430753186" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-3740096004401983643?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-57500051299507514432010-01-07T14:45:00.000-08:002010-01-07T14:46:16.230-08:00TWO PUGS!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S0ZkKBZXt3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YFV2PikrMHg/s1600-h/two+pugs.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxqi77cKGNw/S0ZkKBZXt3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YFV2PikrMHg/s320/two+pugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424132924550657906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-5750005129950751443?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-65920953044087152452009-09-03T12:57:00.001-07:002009-09-03T13:01:20.059-07:00<a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3657.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3657.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who says there's never anything good on TV?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-6592095304408715245?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-68482216337290470752009-08-21T10:56:00.000-07:002009-08-21T11:39:49.169-07:00There are several types of dwarf hamsters, and I have Campbell dwarf hamsters. However... I have one special little Roborovski dwarf hamster at the hoozoo. Here is her story:<br /><br />A lady bought her young son a Roborovski hamster. (robos, in general, are difficult to hand-tame and even then, they are still really skittish) One day, the boy tried to force the hamster to stay in his hand. The hamster bit him, and was dropped on the floor. In an effort to catch it, the little boy slammed a cup down on the hamster to trap him. In doing so, squished its leg. <div><br />She tried to return it to the pet store, but they wouldn't take back an injured hamster. Her next stop was at the humane society... who wouldn't take it either. I happen to be there that day and overheard their conversation She told the receptionist... "if you don't want it, I'm going to throw it away. Or if you want, you can feed it to a snake or something." </div><div><br />This is where I stepped in. I'm not a crazy rescue lady who is trying to save the world, but this was a special case. She said it's been limping for 3 days. My original thought was that she wasn't going to make it. Rather than let her die a slow, painful death in a garbage bin or by the clutches of a snake... I decided to take her home. I wanted to make her comfortable during her last days.<br /><br />I did a lot of research and found out that a broken leg isn't a death sentence. So... for the next three weeks, I rinsed the wound with a q-tip and warm salt water, gave her a very nutritious diet of infant formula, baby food and pedialyte. And guess what??? After two months, she made a full recovery!! So... now I have a robo in my family. </div><div><br />At first glance... she reminded me of Pai Mei... the kungfu master from Kill Bill. It's the eyebrows that totally give it away. So the name stuck (even though she's a girl).<br /></div><div><a href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/uclareynolds/Jan2009022-1-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w144/uclareynolds/Jan2009022-1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Pai Mei from Kill Bill. See the resemblance? It's the eyebrows!! =)</div><div><a href="http://paimeiitguy.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/pai_mei.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://paimeiitguy.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/pai_mei.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-6848221633729047075?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-36620790315720180732009-08-21T00:28:00.000-07:002009-08-21T00:43:34.186-07:00I Scream, You Scream... Ash Screams for Ice Cream!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3632.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 310px;" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jason and I went to eat at Buca. We got a free pint of pistachio gelato and it came with 6 cones. Guess who got the leftover cones!! ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-3662079031572018073?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-21059303765936006212009-08-19T12:09:00.000-07:002009-08-19T12:14:20.438-07:00If Artie had a thought bubble coming out of his head, it would say...<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Whatchu means fixed? I iz not bwokened.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="http://x9a.xanga.com/a42c87f358531232245081/b183177381.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://x9a.xanga.com/a42c87f358531232245081/b183177381.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-2105930376593600621?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-34872810613319328862009-08-07T14:47:00.000-07:002009-08-07T14:50:31.247-07:00<div>It's 3pm Friday. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Two more hours till the weekend.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3094.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-3487281061331932886?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-36892163731595858392009-08-03T16:27:00.000-07:002009-08-03T16:47:44.798-07:00It's hot. Freaking hot. I've never been a big water person... but lately, I find myself jumping into a pool every chance I get. Not to mention... Artie loves water. He loves to attack sprinklers, roll around in wet grass, lie down in water pans...<br /><br />However, I soon found out Artie does not like swimming. I'm trying to get him used to the water, but he tends to panic. I bought him a life jacket and he's a little better... but still frantic. This just means one thing... more pool parties!!<br /><br /><br />Is it me... or does he have a very concerned look on his face?<br /><br /><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3425-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3425-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ahhh.... that's better... chillaxin' by the steps.<br /><br /><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3429.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3429.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-3689216373159585839?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-50269428505940664252009-07-29T13:08:00.000-07:002009-07-29T16:00:23.221-07:00Hmmm...I wonder if I should create a profile of each animal?<br /><br />Well... let's start with Ash. Ash joined the HooZoo in January 2009. Her name is Ash because she looks like a cigarette ash... gray with a flaming red tail. She is a Congo African Grey parrot and loves head scratches, peanuts and fuji apples. She is an acrobatic master... and can hang on one toe, her beak and even the "iron cross."<br /><br />African Greys usually begin to talk around 1 year old... but our wonderful little birdbrain is at the head of her class. Her first words were uttered at the young age of 8 months.<br />She has mastered: Ash, Mister Jason, Artie, *microwave beep*<br />She is currently working on: Nose Kiss, *evil laugh*<br /><br />One of these days... she'll say "Mama." Although I'm happy for Jason... I'm also sad she hasn't learned my name.<br /><br /><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3467.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 543px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3467.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-5026942850594066425?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-43694017978403865652009-07-28T09:31:00.000-07:002009-07-29T15:14:55.087-07:00Jason bought me a webcam to spy on the kiddies while I'm at work. I love this thing. I feel so devious spying on them. <div><div><br /><br /><div>Artie sleeps all day. I mean... ALL DAY. If I crank up the volume, I can actually hear him snore!</div><div><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/Bored.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/Bored.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Ash... our African grey is a little more active. Here she is at the bottom of her cage, munching on a broccoli.</div><div></div><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/Ashbrocoli-2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/Ashbrocoli-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And of course... the hammies. I love this picture of one of the girls peeking out of her blue house. They run so fast on their wheel that all I see are little gray and brown blurs.</div><div></div><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/peek.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/peek.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-4369401797840386565?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-85863929473885311832009-07-27T07:58:00.001-07:002009-07-29T15:15:08.063-07:00Welcome to her class. This is what she has to say...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3047-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3047-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-8586392947388531183?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-42807282939352710802009-07-26T09:56:00.000-07:002009-07-26T12:05:49.987-07:00Steve is my African pygmy hedgehog. He also holds the title as the first HooZoo resident.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 292px;" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The number one question I get asked relates to Steve's more famous counterpart, Sonic. "Can he roll into a ball and spin like Sonic?" The answer is no. He also isn't blue, nor does he spend his days fighting Dr. Robotnik.<br /><br />Steve is a little over one pound, walks on all four legs and is black and white (known as salt and pepper). He can curl into a ball, but cannot shoot out spikes (quills) or roll around. He rolls into a ball when he's mad or scared. He has two sets of quills, baby and adult. He is very prickly... especially when he's flexing... but when he's relaxed, his quills move back and he feels like a coarse hairbrush. He's an insectivore... which is closer to the mole family rather than the rodent family. He eats hedgehog food, cat kibble and gets mealworms and baby hot dogs for treats.<br /><br />Steve is the resident grumpy old man. He usually wakes up around 10pm and gets very upset when you wake him up. However, he can bribed with mealworms.<br /><br />Steve in a ball<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3541.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 289px;" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Steve as a BOWLING Ball<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/SteveBowling.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 566px;" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/SteveBowling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-4280728293935271080?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-22801461296861450792009-07-25T10:12:00.000-07:002009-07-25T10:50:27.635-07:00I was walking Artie this morning... when I walked by an old gas station. Students from a nearby college were filming for a class project. They said it was a "dark romantic comedy" ... whatever that means.<br /><br />Anyways, they stopped me and wanted Artie to be in the scene. Apparently, one of the girls was going to use her maltese... but the maltese didn't show up as good on film as they would like. They loved Artie and said he would be perfect.<br /><br />They asked if he understood commands...<br />Sit? Check<br />Shake? Check<br />Roll Over? Uhhh... problem.<br /><br />I have been unsuccessful at teaching Artie to roll-over. I've given up. They said it was <span>crucial </span>that he roll over. Pbbbt... oh well... we didn't want to be in their stupid movie anyways right Artie?<br /><br /><br />Don't give me those eyes. I'm sorry sweetie... today was just not your day for fame and fortune.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3565.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 642px; height: 372px;" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />However... this has inspired me to start training him again. More to come!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-2280146129686145079?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-7773847697827564652009-07-23T16:32:00.000-07:002009-07-29T15:14:20.673-07:00Yogi and Super Dave are the proud parents of 9 wonderful babies. Final score... 5 girls and 4 boys. 2 boys and 2 girls went to great homes. However... I haven't been able to find homes for the remaining 5. That only means one thing... I get to keep them all!<br /><br />Yay! I've named the 2 boys... Wally and Ozzy. Not permanent... still toying with the names. As for the girls... no names yet. I just know I'm gonna name the last one "Thirteen."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/June005.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/June005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3342.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/IMG_3342.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/June076.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu338/rjhammy/June076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-777384769782756465?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089797585072087840.post-65056474828345311862009-06-30T22:18:00.000-07:002009-07-26T10:28:45.331-07:00Greetings... my name is Anne and I am the proud caretaker of the HooZoo. Animals have always been a big part of my life... and what better way to document all their wild antics?<br /><br />Current Residents:<br /><br />Steve the Hedgehog<br />Artie the Pug<br />Ash the African Grey Parrot<br /><br />The Hamsters:<br /><br />The Sibs-<br />Super Dave<br />Marky Mark<br />Boo<br />Scout<br /><br />The Platinums-<br />Dash<br />Bogo<br /><br />The Robo-<br />Pai Mei<br /><br />The Ham Fam-<br />Yogi and her 9 babies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089797585072087840-6505647482834531186?l=thehoozoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988923562759306093noreply@blogger.com0