Blogging on Blogger - now out of Beta!

When I started this blog I just wanted to share all I had learned and in that process hopefully help even just one other person improve their relationship with their dog. I hope that the information I have compiled here has helped someone do just that.

What I never considered would happen was this:
How cool is that! I speculated on how this happened here, but it wasn't until "Pappy's Fella" posted something similar that I even considered that a search for my dog's names, much less the terms "raising labradors" would give me back what I've worked on for the past 5 months. That's some Christmas present for me in my estimation.

As the "world wide web" continues to ebb and flow I look forward to riding the "waves". For now, to all my visitors - "Happy Surfing" to all of you. "Never Stop Learning" or "searching" as the case may be!!

"Nothing in Life is Free"

I recently came across some very good dog training articles. They are all presenting the dog training concept of "Nothing in Life is Free". This approach is one of the clearest simplest ideas I've seen. The idea makes so much sense on so many different levels I hope you will check it out. Living with a dog or dogs in your family should be a pleasure not a burden. If ever there was a simple owners manual that should come with every dog this would have to be it. Check out these links below:

• Nothing in life is free (pdf download)
• Nothing in Life is Free - Explained further!

On Dog Training in general

• Positive, Negative, Neutral

Even though NILIF is the least of what you should know when it comes to raising a dog it is the simplest starting point I've seen out there that can save even the most careless owner a lot of grief.

Holiday: "Tag you're it" - I've been tagged, no tag backs!

I was invited out to play tag by Jason @ Fleasgang. Come join me in the fun!

The Rules: Here's how to play the game . . .

1. Players start by listing "3 things he/she would love to get for Christmas"
2. Then they also have to list "3 things he/ she definitely does not want to get for Christmas"
3. Then he/she tags 5 friends and list their names
4. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state these rules clearly
5. Then tag 5 more victims. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog

Merry Christmas to all!!

Shelby:
"What I want for Christmas . . .

• Mom having another week of jury duty so I can finishing tearing up the lattice fence I started a week ago
  
• Long walks on the beach every weekend, with a minus tide please
• A patch of warm sun on my favorite blanket everyday between 10am and 12pm"

"What I don't want . . .

• Manicures ending with the emery board - now listen mom, those can't be for dogs
• Dad giving me a new fence in the driveway before I've had a chance to finish my own project on the current one
  
• A cold shower - like the ones I get after going to the beach; Ok, maybe those are worth it but only after the beach

Nutmeg:
"What I want for Christmas . . .

• Long walks on the beach every weekend, with a minus tide please; (Hey Shelby, just cause mom let you go first doesn't mean you can steal mine)
• An endless supply of soft wet rich dirt to dig in
• Real fresh frozen cow bones, bones, bones, bones, and more bones
  

"What I don't want . . .

• Fire engine sirens especially at 2am in the morning, (Hey Shelby, you really need to deal with your issues here - howling at them at 2am is seriously not a good option, right Mom?!)
• A "White Christmas", (Mom only thinks she's the sunshine girl, she stole that name from me the original sun worshiping doggy goddess)
• Anymore art projects with my brother out of lattice fence - I pooped the last one for three days!!
  

Ok, I get the computer back now that the dogs have put there list out there. Now for the next lucky group of "just got tagged":

• Abby - the labradoodle puppy
• Maggie - A Labrador Retriever's Journey
• Splash - Splash's Training Diary
• Willow - Dog's Eye View
• Kiera - Karen Shanley

Update:
Well after much searching and fun, I have my list completed. There are so many great dog blogs out there! Hope you all have fun playing too.

Because dog pictures always make good blog posts!

Getting into the "Spirit"

There are blogs with a dog theme and then there are Blogs like "Pappy's Dog Blog" that can knock your socks off. Check out the link above for some fun web exploring or as I fondly call it, "chasing a white rabbit . . ." adventure time. Thanks "Pappy" for this one!

M e r r y C h r i s t m a s !

My Blog's "Keyword" Search Stats

It has been fascinating to watch the keyword searches that bring people to my blog. Some of these very same searches I conducted myself with very few very good results when I went to the internet to research for answers the first year I was raising my dogs.

Google Analytics is a fascinating and very useful application that Google offers for free to any and every one. The best place for the java script to be put on a Blogger Blog is in the bottom of your sidebar or the page footer as these page components will load with every page that is viewed by visitors.

Here is a list of the keyword searches that have brought people to my website:
There are a couple ideas I have speculated on as to the ranking my site has received by Google's indexing.

• First: Blogger is automatically indexed by Google - great start
• Second: Some of you like what this site has to offer and you have linked to it on your own site, through your blog feed reader, etc. - thank-you!
• Third: Having my own blog has made me a more active participant in the blogging community. I like finding good blogs out there and telling the authors what I enjoy about their site, feedback is always nice to hear - get involved

So if you have a blog I hope some of these ideas help you as you think about what you can do to get your site noticed.

• Good content of course is the first given.
• If you have an opinion, keep it constructive.
• Acknowledge that there is more than one way to do things
  

Jury Duty & The Home Alone Twins!

I've been proud of the fact that my dogs have been minimally destructive throughout the past 19 months. I've even bragged to family about how good my dogs have been. I've left them in the past for 6 hours at a time with access even to the inside of the house with no problem. And then along came this week - JURY DUTY!

I was assigned to be part of the jury pool for a murder trial - ugh!! The first day they sent us home in the morning, unfortunately telling us that we would likely go all week as the final jury was chosen. The next morning I was up and out before my husband and the dogs were out of bed. Fortunately I was close enough to the courthouse that I came home for lunch, only to find this most charming "artistic" rendering strewn across the entire surface of my driveway.

I was so frustrated I couldn't say a word. After standing dumbfounded for several seconds I opened my cell phone and pix messaged the above photo to my husband. I knew what he had done without him even telling me. He decided to take one of his garage mats and leave it for them to lay on so that they "could be comfortable". Obviously they had other creative ideas when it came to the grey foam mat.

The next morning he assured me that any overblown compassion he may have felt the day before was gone. I suggested that when he left he should bring out all their bones to keep them occupied. My morning in the jury pool was exasperating as the lawyers began to interview the first group of 18 chosen as jurors. Several were dismissed and as the noon recess approached I began to dread the next roll call. Sure enough I soon found myself in a jurors seat being interview by the defence attorneys. By the time the noon recess was called I was juror #2. I had very mixed feelings at this point as much as I was willing to do my civic duty I had no desire to spend likely over a month of my life being dragged through the details of the murder. I don't enjoy TV shows or movies of this nature and I certainly didn't want to have it in my face, real life with no ability to turn it off or change the channel. I would be a very long and hard month.

This was my state of mind when I arrived home to fine yet another artistic rendering strewn across my driveway. My hope of enjoying my lunch snuggled up with my dogs went up in flames. There before me lay another wasteland. And the source of their artistic medium hung pathetically in tatters.

What had inspired this was beyond me. It's not like the fence had magically turned into beef jerky but from the looks of things you would have thought is was. Their throw-up and their poop over the next 8 hours was proof that some bizarre delusion had over come them. More had been eaten then I dreamed possible given the complete lack of enticing flavor that wood could possibly have had.

Once again I spent my lunch cleaning instead of getting my mind off my morning. The return to the court room was a dread. Obviously our driveway was in much need of dog proofing, dog proofing that I thought we were well past at this stage. When the lawyers took up their juror questioning again it was hard not to be frustrated at the redundancy in their line of questioning with some of the potential jurors. After a five minute recess the judge called us back into the court room and the lawyers were given the opportunity to dismiss jurors. When the defense turned and thanked me and said I was excused I could have jumped out of my seat. I happily stood and floated out of the courtroom. I was done, and obviously the dogs and the driveway were better off for it.
I categorized this photo under Humor as someday soon I'll be able to laugh about this weeks foray into my dogs hidden Picasso talents.

Dog Dreams - & other Sunday morning reflections

Sundays are made for snuggling with your dog, especially cold Sunday mornings when your husband offers to get up with the dogs and feed them so you can stay in bed. Of course, when he sends one back into the room to snuggle with you the perfect Sunday morning is set.

Caught somewhere between sleep and that half sleep state my conscious was stirred when Shelby's legs began to twitch and my hand across his chest sensed the change of rhythm in his pulsing heart. His snoring had shifted to quick breaths with long pauses in between. His eyes fluttered quickly almost in rhythm to his heart beat. Half a sleep myself all this was captured in mere seconds as I drifted deeper into my own blissful Sunday morning dreamland. I remember subconsciously whispering in his ear, "where ever you are little boy, I hope you are having fun".

I remember after Nutmeg had her spay surgery she used to whimper and cry in her sleep. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would soothingly call her name and in a soft steady voice offer reassuring words. The whimpering would stop and a soft groan or deep sigh would signal that she had woken just enough to shift positions and go back to sleep.

There is something very special in these wonderful creatures we share our lives with that we will never fully understand. What do dogs dream of? Do they process their worries and cares, joys and fantasies in their dreams?

We took the dogs to the beach on Saturday. It was a gorgeous day for the first week in December. Low tide, clear skies, warm sun, wide open beach, you couldn't ask for anything better. The dogs were grinning and laughing from ear to ear. Every muscle pulsed with excitement as we walked down to the shore. I was not the only one relishing in the sheer joy of the moment, we all felt the treasure laid out before us. My husband laughed at Nutmeg who was bubbling over with excitement at his feet. As he launched the ball out along the shore our two dogs charged after it like unfurled bolts of lightening. It was a very good day.

Perhaps Sunday morning Shelby was once again back at the beach, chasing waves and flying red balls. Where ever he was hopefully I was not far behind. Slowly my own thoughts drifted away leaving me light as a feather floating on a soft bed under warm sheets with my personal heater snuggled in front of me chasing ahead of me into dreamland.