For blog readers, newsletter subscribers, Twitter followers and Facebook fans only, we’re happy to offer this month’s store coupons for Halo products!
Remember, these coupons are only valid at stores where Halo is sold.
For Halo store locations, enter your zip/postal code here. Products sell out fast, so please call ahead to make sure your nearest retailer has what you need (if not, they can usually order it for you quickly).
$ 2 off any two cans of Halo
$ 2 off any can of Vigor
$ 6 off any 28lb bag of Halo for Dogs
$ 6 off any 2 bags of Halo for Cats
$ 7 off any case of Halo 13.2 oz Cans for Dogs
$ 7.50 off any bag of Vigor
$ 5 off any Halo Supplement or Grooming Products
$ 4 off any case of 12 cans of Halo
I sat down and had a portfolio review done the other day by a local photographer. It’s hard to find someone that can give you honest (and knowledgable reviews). I’m hoping to get a more in-depth one done with a well known pet photographer soon but I couldn’t seem to find the time to wrap my head around all the information I needed to provide to make it worthwhile and it was easier to just gather 30 photos together and get some quick and dirty feedback.
It was good. I learned a lot – mainly about what I should be doing better in editing but a little bit about what I could be doing differently while shooting too. Going into this process, I didn’t feel like I needed to agree with every comment he said, but for the most part, I found I understood his point and agreed with him.
I thought I would re-edit the images based on the review and then post some before and afters. Mainly so I can remember and refer back to it, but also in case some of you want to learn from my mistakes. :)
I tended to make the same “errors” over and over again. The biggest one is putting my subject in the centre of the frame. There are times when it’s the best option, but often it isn’t. I know this. I’ve heard this before, yet I can’t seem to stop myself. I don’t tend to centre my subject in the middle of the entire picture – but often they are in the middle from side to side or from top to bottom.
In this situation I took quite a few pictures of her under the tree so I just chose one with a crop I could work better with to include the feedback – which was essentially to put her on the right edge and to include more of the tree on the left.
Another common criticism (although I didn’t specifically write it down for this one) was to darken the background elements and increase my contrast so I did that too.
When a service dog named Godrick recently joined his new family in New Jersey, hundreds of people in Virginia Beach, from senior citizens to young schoolchildren, cheered him on from afar.
That’s because these people were responsible for training Godrick to be the perfect service dog for Ari, a young boy with autism.
Godrick, was part of the “Atlantic Shores/Guiding Eyes for the Blind Puppy Love Program,” one of the first programs in the nation that brings school kids and seniors together in a multi-generational partnership to train and socialize service dogs.
Guiding Eyes For The Blind (GEB), a nonprofit guide dog school that provides free guide dogs and lifetime support services to people with visual impairment, developed the program.
Ever since I started this blog, and even moreso since writing All Dogs Go to Kevin, people write to tell me about their pets who are no longer with them.
They used to apologize for writing, or say they weren’t even sure why they were telling me about their pet, but most people don’t do that anymore. I think they know that they don’t need to explain.
As followers of the blog know, I love birthdays. Birthdays are fun, and I love love love that my birthday coincides with National Dog Day. I always celebrate. This year, though, I could barely be bothered. It was so bad that I got a card in the mail last week from a relative and it took me a full minute to figure out why, exactly, she was sending me one. It was more than not feeling like celebrating, it was as if my brain consciously turned it off.
Part of me wondered if it was because I was finally getting sick of getting older, if my rotten back and increasing-in-number doctor’s appointments were finally clueing me in that birthdays stink. I went about my routine for the day, ran some errands, and came home to scrounge up something to eat for lunch.
And then I understood.
I have never in my life spent my birthday day by myself. Mom never would have let that happen. With the kids in school and my husband at work, it would have been inconceivable to her that I would eat lunch by myself, and we would go out. Always. Today, however, I was alone, and in that moment all the little sadnesses that piled up just felt like more than I was ready to hold.
So when people asked me how my birthday was, I said, “meh,” because it was true, and then I said, “I really miss my mom.” It probably was not the answer they were expecting or really knew what to do with, but it was honest and I had to say it.
Because grief is like a hot potato burning in your hands. If you don’t toss it up in the air to give your hands a break every once in a while, they get burned, and then you drop it and then have to pick it up with blistered fingers. The need to let go of what you are holding onto, for just a second, is all that lets you continue to carry it around.
So when people write, I get it, I really do. Because while many people look at someone walking down the street tossing a hot potato in the air like they’re nuts, wondering why they can’t just put it down, I just nod. It is too terrible and precious to throw away; all you can do is wait for it to cool down. It will.