I just ate poop!

There are links that if you click promise side shows like the best of them under the big top.  I’m not interested in that sort of freak show, but I am interested in music.  So this morning when I saw the link to find out what song was in the number one position when I was born, I clicked the image.  Luckily, it went no where.  Before I could get click happy and click the link in the person’s post, I saw that he’d written he did not post that, so don’t click.  (Why not just delete the post instead?  Just wondering.)

Anyway, as I scrolled down there was another image posted under the same person with the same claim, but there was no warning on this one.  The song was different too, which makes no sense.  You get one number one song on the day you were born.

Just going through this makes me see how crafty these con artists have gotten.  If they don’t get you through the big top, they get you through your birthday.  Then what?  They email links to everyone in your address book.  Then what?  What is the ultimate purpose here?  Cyber domination?  What?

Another thing that happened on Facebook this week was someone posted about an awful awful page that was just set up as a proponent of dog fighting.  Awful!  The post asked that each person report the page and share the request.  It went around Facebook like wildfire.  Then suddenly nothing.

The post disappeared from everyone’s wall who reported the fighting dog page, mine included.  Unfortunately, I don’t even remember the page name, so couldn’t look it up to see if it had been removed.  Even so, even if it had been removed, what is the purpose, Facebook, of removing the posts that asked to have it reported?  That makes no sense and seems like your sweeping our protests under the carpet.  If the page had been removed, fantastic.  Anyone who clicked on the link would get that page we’ve all seen one time or another that the post or page is no longer available.  But to remove the posts filled with our friends’ comments off of all of our walls?  Why?

This is SOPA and PIPA before it even happens.  Why not remove the dangerous links?  Why remove people’s protests of a horrid page?  Shame on you Facebook!  Even shame isn’t big enough.  Something about this reeks anti-Constitutional and it feels very very dirty…just like PIPA and SOPA.

Today was a good day for learning about tug and toys.  I watched a very good video on teaching a dog to tug earlier today and picked up a lot of good tips on that.  I have found out why I’ve stumbled along with one of my dogs and am ready to pick up the pieces and move ahead with fixing that tug deficit.

Then tonight I watched a very good video on motivation and toys, and learned how to use a food toy to train play properly.  There are so many toys out there, and honestly, I have never seen instructions on one of the food tug toys I’ve purchased.  You’d think maybe they’d add that important part of the toy – instructions on how to use it!

Teaching a dog to play is not as easy as one would think.  It’s much like having cake for dessert.  You have to gather the ingredients, mix them together, and bake it at the right temp for the right amount of time, before the cake’s complete.  Recipes are not only for baking.  :-)  They’re for dog training, too.

Raven got a nice new red toy for her birthday.  We used it for her weaving practice then found out it was a bit too slippery for that, so we’ll use it for something else.  Slobber changes the texture of some toys!

Here’s my girl weaving.  I’m proud of her progress and I’m looking forward to the year we have ahead of us.

When Raven got to the top and slipped around till she fell on the ground, ugh!  It was one of those slap my forehead moments.  I’d forgotten to put sand in the last coat of paint, and I also think that I used slick gloss paint instead of flat, which makes for a very slippery type of surface. Double whammy!

So my dog walk has been sitting outside, should have been done but ain’t, since the 2nd day in January. There are big buckets on both ends so no one goes up on either end.