This is what I do with Bartleby. I just take out a portion of his regular meal, pop it in a pocket sized plastic bag and we are good to go.
I have a dog park friend who actually uses blades of grass as rewards for his dog's good behavior! Fancy treats are nice, but not all that necessary.
The Boy gives the dogs kibble as treats, and he always chortles that they're not very bright because they "think it's really treats."
My contention is that they *know* it's kibble, but they're DOGS; they're *always* happy to get food of any kind, at any time.
Baseball! Even though I'll mostly be obsessing over the progress of all the A's prospects in the minors this year. "Which Gonzalez will stand up?! Carlos or Gio? Will Fautino be a stud or another 95 mph bust? How's Trevor Cahill's knucklecurve? Is Chris Carter mashing the ball in Single-A? Should I root for Ryan Sweeney or Aaron Cunningham in centerfield? Why don't we have any middle-infielders, dammit."
Fourth. If spring training comes, can spring be far behind?
Happy Birthday to Connie!
And belated happies to Kristin and Maria.
I was home sick and internet deprived yesterday. Internet is working again, and so am I.
Batmanuel!! Baseball!
Ode to the NL West?
You know, the Braves did used to be in the NL West. Isn't that weird?
I'm not exactly optimistic about the M's this year. And I figure Adam Jones was way too high a price to pay for Bedard. (Or, to be accurate, USS Mariner and Lookout Landing say so, and I trust their analysis even though it's too mathy for my verbal brain.) But still....BASEBALL!
Well bless. Home needs a new modem. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let this be all that is needed and I can haz internet when I get home.
