BlogPaws Report, Part 2
Let’s continue our saga of my BlogPaws adventure with a general recap of the events I attended on day one.
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BlogPaws Report, Part 1
To call today a catch-up day after my BlogPaws adventure would fall somewhere between overly optimistic and liar-liar-pants-on-fire territory. In fact, if Tom asks me one more time if I’m caught up, I may just punch him in the nose. Let’s see … I’ve been at my desk 8 hours. I was gone 72. I’m sleep deprived. I’m awash in ideas and new pet blogger pals. And, I’m still in my PJs. So, um, no … I’m nowhere near caught up. So, please … stop … asking.
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BlogPaws Adventure Begins
Well, kids … by the time you read this, I’ll be winging my way cross country on my big adventure to BlogPaws. I’ll likely Tweet parts of the event. I may gripe on Facebook to my friends there, should travel snags arise. And, if I have time, I may even blog with updates. If not, you’ll have to wait for my return to our usual blogging schedule next week.
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Hunting Season
As the recent snows recede, we’re finding all sorts of signs of animal activity that’s been brewing below. It’s no wonder I’m already having a tough time getting Lilly to come inside (a warm-weather phenomenon, for those new to her unique behavior patterns). Behold, the mighty hunter. Rabbit and vole season is well underway.
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Avoiding Travel Triggers
In an effort to avoid creating travel-related fear/worry triggers for Lilly, I’m being beyond careful in my BlogPaws planning and packing this week. I do not want Lilly to associate things like suitcases or certain changes in my behavior with me leaving. We know, already, her abilities at pattern recognition.
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Dog Doorbell Virgins
Our doorbell never rings. Pretty much … never. That’s the beauty of living on a fully fenced hunk o’ land with a locking gate. Other than the few times it came up in the Relaxation Protocol (detailed, tedious dog behavior modification), Lilly and Ginko haven’t heard our doorbell ring. So, imagine my adrenalin rush and their curiosity when it went off Friday in the middle of a quiet working morning.
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What’s bugging you?
Turns out one of my blogger/writer pals is completely stumped about where to click through to comment when she visits Champion of My Heart. While I continue to chip away at the various glitches and bugs since our redesign and platform shift, I can’t possible know everything that goes wrong.
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Stick or Kindling
Sometimes Lilly is so intent on playing fetch in a way that doesn’t get Ginko riled up to the point that he ruins the game. The ONLY way to accomplish that is by using a stick rather than a toy. For some reason, Ginko could not care less about sticks. Lilly’s stick strategy worked fine until she became friends with Katie, the borzoi, because Katie had no qualms about stealing sticks. But, sometimes, I think my brilliant, sensitive girl can’t tell the difference between a stick and kindling.
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The More You Know About Dogs, The Easier Life Gets
My family had several dogs when I was growing up, but the first dog I chose, raised, and cared for on my own was a Dalmatian named Penelope Grace. She was a handful, but when you’re 22 years old, that doesn’t seem like a biggie. Yet, early on, I established all kinds of rules because I was a grown-up.
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Fetch vs. Walk: Dog Knows Best?
When my work and family days get too hectic, I try to fit in several rousing rounds of fetch so that Lilly burns off pent-up border collie energy. Imagine my frustration, then, when after just a few throws she seems bored or annoyed. Seriously, if I make the effort to bundle up, put on real shoes, and interrupt a deadline-soaked day, the least Lilly can do is enjoy it. Right?