Rottweilers Ate My Laptop

Rottweilers. Computers. Cameras. World Domination. Not necessarily in that order.

Rottweilers.
Computers. Cameras.
World Domination.
Not necessarily in that order.

OK. I’m in.

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I’m making a last minute decision to try NaBloPoMo again this year.

November is usually a very, very bad month for me to commit to anything requiring daily action, such as consistently posting something halfway interesting or intelligent to the blog. In the past, I have stupidly ignored this fact and attempted NaBloPoMo anyway.

You would think that as someone who once wanted to be a writer that I would have taken a stab at NaNoWriMo by now. I no longer believe that everyone has a book in them. In fact, I don’t even think that some people who have written books actually had books in them. More to the point, I no longer believe that I have a book in me.

What I really should be doing is Copyblogger’s EBookWriMo. Perhaps I could combine it with NaBloPoMo in some way?

Anyway. Looks like I’m in. It’s still November 1 here and so goes Day 1. Talk later.

(NaBloPoMo | November ’12: 1 of 30)

Hurts so good

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I try to read as many dog training blogs as I can. I always learn something (even when it’s like the old joke about how the only thing two dog trainers can agree upon is that the third dog trainer is doing it all wrong). Sometimes a post really hits home. This one did that, and also made me laugh out loud: Dog Trainer or Victim? from Denise Fenzi’s blog.

She talks about a doctor’s visit where she’s asked a number of leading questions about bruises and scratches on her thighs, and the reaction to her response that they were caused by… dog training, of course!

At almost any given time, I also have bruises, scratches, and tooth marks caused by the only domestic violence that takes place here… Rottweilers at work or play. The sweetest, mildest one we ever owned, Heidi, once almost gave Dan a concussion when she knocked him over out of sheer joy at his coming home from, well, only a few hours out. Good thing it wasn’t a week-long trip or she might have put him in a coma. Axe has no idea how big he is, and neither did Oscar before him.

It’s been a long time though since I’ve heard the pointed question “Is everything all right at home?” when I’m sporting bruises from dog training!

(NaBloPoMo | November ’11: 9 of 30)

So during NaBloPoMo…

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…do you ever have a day or two when it’s almost midnight and way past time to sleep, and you really have nothing at all to say, but you have to write something just to keep the post-a-day thing going?

Well, this is one of those days. Check back for actual content tomorrow!

(NaBloPoMo | November ’11: 8 of 30)

When all else fails, there is always a Rottweiler

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Or two Rottweilers.

My attempt at doing a photo-a-day Project 365 petered out in April. Since then, I’ve gone between days and weeks of taking dozens of photos and other times when I take no photos for a few weeks. I have managed to learn enough about my DSLR to be able to pick which of my two lenses is the better one for a given situation and to figure out the right manual settings more than half of the time.

This, unfortunately, is from the less than half of the time when I didn’t figure the settings out correctly…

…still not a master work, but at least it’s Facebook-able and friends-and-family shareable. I love you, Photoshop. That is all.

(NaBloPoMo | November ’11: 7 of 30)

The chrysanthemums have come and gone

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Well, they’re not quite gone yet. Our chrysanthemums made their first appearance again right on schedule in early October, but their time of glory is starting to come to an end.

The beginning…

I have a strange fascination with the whole idea of perennials. Going dormant underground to survive a harsh winter and coming back around to life only for the best season of the year — fall — seems very cool to me. I’m also intrigued by the fact that they’ve changed their color mix over the years. They started out as an almost equal mix of pink-purple and white blooms. But this year there were no white blooms at all.

The end…

Still so pretty but you can see the older blooms starting to wither away.

(NaBloPoMo | November ’11: 6 of 30)