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type="application/atom+xml" href="http://invisiblefencenw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://invisiblefencenw.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Rebecca Murray, Invisible Fence Northwest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675204562891483400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMmzMhSLXw/TVhH1mcwdiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2G8jY6_ZwsE/s220/Amma_DD_Train.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TrainingNorthwestPetsinvisibly" /><feedburner:info uri="trainingnorthwestpetsinvisibly" /><atom10:link 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rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=43357458336140687&amp;postID=4061092405150395072&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/43357458336140687/posts/default/4061092405150395072?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/43357458336140687/posts/default/4061092405150395072?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TrainingNorthwestPetsinvisibly/~3/o8zeO-b3EHc/save-kitchen-scraps.html" title="Save the Kitchen Scraps!" /><author><name>Rebecca Murray, Invisible Fence Northwest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675204562891483400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMmzMhSLXw/TVhH1mcwdiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2G8jY6_ZwsE/s220/Amma_DD_Train.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qS_t1mD5gAc/TWiDLf4f4GI/AAAAAAAAALw/YfmNUsHu_EA/s72-c/Green_bokashi_kitchen.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Initially I was thinking this super-cool kitchen/garden product had NOTHING to do with pets. Rather, it was about converting smelly kitchen scraps to high quality plant food in days (similar to the pet waste recycler product I wrote about last April...which uses the same hungry micro-organisms to convert pet waste into nutrients for your ornamental gardens).

But I've changed my mind.

The 
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What inspired you to create Reading with 
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Over these seven months, Andee had 
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This is my cat Callie. She's the one on the left. I brought her over to meet a real-life Callie last February. Callie (the real one) was adopted by a lovely retired couple from NOAH (Northwest Organization for Animal Help). Callie instantly became a cherished family member. I met her shortly after she climbed out of her new yard to explore the neighborhood. I was asked to prevent her from ever 
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Andee was his normal self on June 3rd when I left for work. My husband arrived home first and called me to say he thought there was 
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Several surveys indicate that 60%–70% of dog owners claim to clean up after their dogs most or all of the time, leaving 30%–40% of pet owners who rarely or never do. 

Why not bury or compost it? Because pet waste is raw sewage. It's been estimated that for a 20-square-mile watershed draining into a coastal bay, a 
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Max has 4 legs, but nearly lost one when he was two-years old. It was a horrible accident involving a long piece of rebar (substituting as a baseball bat), a 
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Years back, the Center partnered with the Everett Animal Shelter to foster cats and help them find homes with their members. For some reason, Maybelle wasn't snatched up right away, so the staff decided she was a keeper
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I recently met a dog named Jack...whose human companion is named Jill. Aside from the nursery rhyme association, I will say these two were meant to be together.

Soon after we met, I questioned Jack's breed mix. Jill said she'd been wondering too. She recently adopted Jack, so had no information on his parents. Jill decided to unravel the mystery using modern science and ordered a DNA test kit.

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When folks buy Invisible Fence® Brand, they are buying a product, service, and solution that’s guaranteed. When folks purchase off-the-shelf, they're buying product-only (well, OK,
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Andee is such a ham. That's why he's so good at helping other dogs learn their boundaries. Here he's barking and whining, but he's being very polite about it. He's not challenging the trainee, Bailey, merely inviting her to make her own choice about approaching him (notice how he's looking away).
You can see by the slack in Bailey's leash She's being very cautious. She wants him...but those darn
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Yesterday I trained two dogs that are related by breeding but separated by 12 years of age. Gaby, a beautiful, reserved 12 year old Golden Girl, and her great nephew, Desi, a mere 9 weeks. As I drove into the driveway, I laughed as I watched Gaby do a tap-dance as Desi mouthed her feet, neck, and anywhere else he could get his baby teeth on her. They were so happy. Gaby is so graceful in her 
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