
May 19, 2013
Chick Lit Chit Chat Blog Hop: What's On Page 25?
This week, I'm participating in the What's on Page 25? blog hop. If you read your way through the whole hop, you can enter to win a fabulous prize! Read on! (I'll be back to my regularly scheduling blogging next week!)

May 15, 2013
Wordless Wednesday: The Almost-Perfect Doormat
Remember the other day when I posted about bilingual dogs and the need for dogs to learn French? Well, a couple of days after that, I came across an almost perfect welcome mat for our house:
May 13, 2013
Monday Mischief: Smoothie Mischief
If you've read my novel, What the Dog Ate, you know that Maggie, the main character, enjoys a smoothie for a post exercise recovery food. She always lets Kona, her chocolate Lab, have a go at her glass when
she's done.
she's done.
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Kona doesn't just eat undies. Lots of things make him lick his lips throughout the story. |
May 10, 2013
FitDog Friday: Dogs Don't Do Pilates
Today we are once again joining SlimDoggy and Peggy's Pet Place for the FitDog Friday blog hop.
Yesterday I asked Rita if she wanted to go do a cardio workout with me. Of course she did! We live at the end of a street that splits off into three separate deadends, each with a STEEP hill. Luckily we live at the top of the one deadend, so we don't have to always start our walk with a long uphill slog. But yesterday, I decided we'd hit the hills in each deadend, one right after the other. It was a good little 35 minute cardio workout and we were both panting by the end of it.
But Rita didn't really care about that - she just wanted to get out and GO! She doesn't give a hoot about cardio vs. strength training, and could care less about the latest fitness fad.
Don't get me wrong. She does cardio:
And strength training:
Of course, she also makes time for stretching:
And she knows that you need to recover after a hard workout:
Abby even had a great core workout that she liked to do. (You think situps work your core - try digging on three legs!)
But Rita's not worried about getting in three hour-long cardio sessions a week, plus 2 - 3 strength sessions, or about keeping her heart rate at eighty percent of her max. She doesn't need a gym membership or any fancy equipment. She doesn't need a pedometer, a chronometer or an MP3 player. She just wants to move more, get out more, have more fun.
So, get out with your pup. Toss a toy around the yard. Chase each other around the dining room table. Move more, do more, enjoy more! It's good for you and the dog!
Happy FitDog Friday!
Yesterday I asked Rita if she wanted to go do a cardio workout with me. Of course she did! We live at the end of a street that splits off into three separate deadends, each with a STEEP hill. Luckily we live at the top of the one deadend, so we don't have to always start our walk with a long uphill slog. But yesterday, I decided we'd hit the hills in each deadend, one right after the other. It was a good little 35 minute cardio workout and we were both panting by the end of it.
But Rita didn't really care about that - she just wanted to get out and GO! She doesn't give a hoot about cardio vs. strength training, and could care less about the latest fitness fad.
Don't get me wrong. She does cardio:
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"I love aerobics, especially water aerobics! Gotta get the heart rate up!" |
And strength training:
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"More resistance, Momma! I need more resistance!" |
Of course, she also makes time for stretching:
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"You can make time for stretching by stretching & noshing at the same time." |
And she knows that you need to recover after a hard workout:
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"This is an important part of my recovery. Every athlete knows that!" |
Abby even had a great core workout that she liked to do. (You think situps work your core - try digging on three legs!)
But Rita's not worried about getting in three hour-long cardio sessions a week, plus 2 - 3 strength sessions, or about keeping her heart rate at eighty percent of her max. She doesn't need a gym membership or any fancy equipment. She doesn't need a pedometer, a chronometer or an MP3 player. She just wants to move more, get out more, have more fun.
So, get out with your pup. Toss a toy around the yard. Chase each other around the dining room table. Move more, do more, enjoy more! It's good for you and the dog!
Happy FitDog Friday!

May 9, 2013
Mirth Watch Thursday: Best Dog Body Part
May 8, 2013
Wordless Wednesday: Name Game Challenge
Last week, Pamela at Something Wagging This Way Comes mentioned a fun photo challenge going on at the Raising a Super Dog blog. The blog follows the adventures of Euka II, a puppy in training for Canine Companions for Independence. The challenge was to take of a photo of your pup with his/her name spelled out in kibble.
Obviously for service dogs, this is an important lesson - that not everything on the ground is there for their own enjoyment. But I wondered, could Rita (definitely not service dog material due to her fears/issues) handle the challenge? We've been working on our down/stay, so I decided to try it.
Obviously for service dogs, this is an important lesson - that not everything on the ground is there for their own enjoyment. But I wondered, could Rita (definitely not service dog material due to her fears/issues) handle the challenge? We've been working on our down/stay, so I decided to try it.
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As you can see, success! |
May 6, 2013
Monday Mischief: Poop Happens - a Guest Post

I read Barbara's wonderful book and I'll share with you the review I wrote on Amazon:
As the subtitle states, Through Frankie's Eyes takes you along as author Barbara Techel seeks her "authentic self." There was much in this book I could relate to. Like Techel, I, too, was late to figuring out what I wanted to be/do with my life. I also have struggled with worrying too much about what others think and have wondered if I was normal because I preferred "fur kids" over the real kind. I've also had a dog with bone cancer, and I've learned so many important life lessons from my own dogs. If you see yourself in any other those situations (and haven't so many of us at one time or another struggled with finding our purpose in life?), I think you'll also enjoy this tale or a woman's wonderful journey with an adorable little dog who teaches her so much about living life to the fullest. (Have a tissue or two handy!)So, without further apoo - I mean, ado! - take it away, Barbara:
Poop Happens
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Sweet Joie |
My first Dachshund, Frankie, became paralyzed at the age of
six. She was diagnosed with a common disease in the breed called Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD). Little did I know after she ruptured a disc,
and then surgery that might help her walk again, what lay ahead for me in
taking care of her.
After her surgery when talking with the veterinarian technician
via phone I heard the words, “You will need to learn to express Frankie’s
bladder.” I wondered, what in the world did that mean?
Because of her paralysis, this is the side effect to IVDD.
They are not able to feel when they
have to go. I would soon learn that pressing gently on either side of Frankie’s
bladder would expel the urine from her little body.
Now poop? Well, that
is another matter all-together! Timing is everything and means either finding
“gifts” around the house, or getting her over the toilet in time for those
little buggers to plop into.
In the beginning I nearly lost my mind as I could not figure
out the timing of when she had to go #1 or #2, to be polite in describing her
frequent messes. Eventually I decided to change my attitude about her daily
duties and trust that all would work out. Once I did that, things seemed to get
a bit easier.
That is, until one day I had her in to see an
acupuncturist. All went well with the
treatment and Frankie was feeling quite relaxed. I picked her up and held her
in my right arm like I often did, as if carrying a football, with my purse
slung over my shoulder.
I made my way to the counter to pay for the one hour
treatment. As I glanced into my purse to
get my checkbook, I wondered what it was I was seeing in the crease of my
checkbook cover. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a small turd. Yup,
there it was, lodged into the crease (and just so you know, it’s hard for me to
even type the word turd, much less say
it- it just seems so un-lady like)!
Being the brave dog mom I am, without saying a word, I
gently shook the little guy to the side, took out my checkbook, wrote the
check, handed it to the receptionist, and proceeded to the front door.
The minute I was outside, I erupted into laughter! I
couldn’t help but think there aren’t too many people out there who can say
they’ve found poop in their purse. Tears streaming down my face from laughing
so hard I got in my car and immediately called my husband. We laughed for what
seemed like forever.
I share this story in my recent memoir, Through
Frankie’s Eyes. Since its
release I have heard from others about their IVDD dogs and the places they have
also found unexpected “tootsie rolls.”
One woman shared with me that at a dinner party, after
uncorking several bottles of wine it was time to re-cork one of the bottles
they didn’t finish. The lighting was not all that bright and they couldn’t find
the cork. One of her guests began feeling along the floor. He came up with what
they thought was the cork, but was
actually a petrified turd.
Another lady wrote to me sharing that one morning as she was
doing some things around her home she kept smelling poop. She couldn’t find it anywhere! She knew it was likely her paralyzed little
guy had gone somewhere, but she just couldn’t seem to find where the smell was
coming from. Just as she was about to give up, she put her hand into her robe
pocket. The mystery was solved…and it
seems like another Dachshund has good aim just like Frankie!
Before having an IVDD dog if someone would have told me
these stories, I would have been horrified. But it is one of those things I’ve
learned to move past, and instead focus on all the joy and blessings Frankie
brought me, and now Joie. I just wouldn’t trade that for anything! And luckily, when you have a small dog, well,
one can certainly deal with those little buggers no matter where they decide to
show up next.
Do you have a funny poop story? Please do share!
To learn more about Barbara you can find her online
here:

About Barbara
Barbara Techel is a passionate advocate for dogs with Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD) and dogs in wheelchairs. She is also passionate about helping others see their challenges in a positive way. After her dachshund, Frankie suffered a spinal injury she was custom-fitted for a wheelchair and Barbara realized the beautiful opportunity she had to spread a positive message that animals with disabilities can and do live quality lives if given a chance.
In addition to writing Through Frankie's Eyes, in August 2012, Barbara founded National Walk 'N Roll Dog Day in memory of Frankie and in honor of all dogs in wheelchairs. She also started the Frankie Wheelchair Fund which helps dogs who need wheelchairs whose families may not be able to afford them, or for dogs in rescue. To date she has helped fifteen dogs get wheelchairs.

Barbara and Frankie have been featured in Woman’s World, and countless other magazines and articles on line.
When not writing or sharing Frankie’s mission she loves spending time with her new “walk ‘n roll dog” Joie, her English Lab Kylie, and husband John. She also practices yoga daily, enjoys reading, and relishes in the simple things of life.
Happy Monday Mischief!
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