Writing for a website for dogs certainly is a pleasure as I get to share my knowledge on breeds, health tips, and sweet stories. I enjoy hearing different stories from our comments section, as well as the comments from our fans on Facebook. Dogs are my weak spot an I love talking about them, writing about them, and communicating with them. Outside of writing, I have a good deal of interaction with many dogs because I live in Los Angeles, a dog-loving city. When I take my dog for her daily walks, many times I will come upon a mixed breed and I usually guess the mix correctly. (Yes, that makes me feel good!) Sometimes new owners of rescue dogs will ask me for tips and of course, I am happy to help. I also offer advice if I notice a dog with an issue. I’m no “dog whisperer”, but I know alot about dogs.
Or do I?
Now I have my own situation that I have been dealing with since I brought my Basset Hound home. My 2 1/2-year-old Basset Hound, “Vegas” is trained to perfection as far as “doing her business”; she simply doesn’t know how to go anywhere else but on the grass. “Vegas” is a real attraction to nearly everybody that passes her on the street and sometimes people in their cars will actually slow down to look at her. Not only is my baby a beautiful dog, her personality is even more adoring than her appearance. I have a wonderful dog –period. There is one issue that I have tried to work with, have bent over backwards, and have tried everything under the sun to resolve.
Now I am turning to my readers for some help. Why? My dog is the pickiest eater on the planet. S.O.S!