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Franny’s Treat Ball Technique

Shelly

Franny's Treat Ball Technique

I don’t know how she came up with this method for emptying her treat ball, but it’s very effective.

[ETA: I guess you have to click through to see that it’s a video and not just a photo. Hmf.]

Carrots for Franny's Treat Ball

I usually fill it with carrot slices. This is about half a carrot, and the pieces are hefty dnough to not stick to the inside of the ball, but small enough to fit through the hole when it’s compressed flat.

You can also fill it with large kibble or treats. Iams mini bone biscuits are the perfect size, but I feel like carrots are a healthier option.

The ball is made by StarMark and is apparently indestructable.

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Pioneer Girl

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If you’re in the U.S. and have access to CSPAN 3, I strongly recommend looking for a re-run of Pamela Smith Hill’s talk on Pioneer Girl.  

I have the book, which is quite good. It contains the text of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s first, previously unpublished autobiography which she used as an outline for the Little House books, along with a ton of photos and scholarly research by Pamela Smith Hill about Laura and her writing.

ETA: You can watch the video online, here. I couldn’t find an embed code, alas, and I don’t know if it’s region locked to the U.S. only.

Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Fruit Bat

Shelly

Little Fruit Bat wants a SOMETHING #dogs #pitbulls #pitbullterriers #bullydogs #pitbullcomaints

Frances has been not-so-subtley hinting to me that she wants her cookie ball filled with sliced carrots. I finally couldn’t stand it, and gave in.

It is a beautiful 60F outside and 68F indoors. The sky is blue, and the flame-leaf sumac is brilliant red. I love this time of year but havent enjoyed the cooler temperatures the last few years. Anything under 72F was just too cold. Turns out, I’m hypothroid. I suspected as much years ago and asked to have my thryroid tested. I dont think they did the more complete test, because it was normal. It pisses me off that my doctor at the time didn’t listen to me. My new doctor listened, re-tested, and put me on thyroid meds. And now, I am sitting in my chilly (to my former self) house, without socks or shoes, and am perfectly comfortable.

Also, if you were around last fall when the temperature at work was hovering around 58F, you can maybe understand why I was absolutely miserable. There werent ebough hoodies and long underwear in the world to make that comfortable.