I mean really, every bit of help you can get is a good thing!

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This is for all the puppy parents.  Now I feel like a bad  parent.  I never gave my dog music lessons!  I didn’t know we were supposed to do that.  Does your dog, cat, gerbal, ect have any talent?  If so post it here or send it in to mit@stefaniehartman.com

My dogs talent is to twist me around her little paw and bend me to her will beyond that not much talent!

One Dog Show

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Now I’ve heard just about everything.  Just as I’m heading down to the 21st Book Marketing Event in San Diego I came across this about Twitter…If you’re not Tweeting you should be and if you are too busy you should let us do it for you:   www.GIDToday.com 

If my dog had a twitter account…

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpt from a Cat’s Diary…

Day 983 of my captivity….

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now .

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Lol!  How often do we imprison ourselves with our old way of thinking?  It’s a new era of business — the cut-throat, competitive business model is out, and an attitude of cooperation and customer service is in.

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I LOVE animals – and this one is SO cute!

Oh, and I bet you never thought a dog could do such a thing…kind of makes you wonder what other ‘impossible’ or ‘improbable’ things can be accomplished!

Have a SUPER weekend – here’s hoping your’s starts off with a huge smile!

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