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There can be only one…..
This isn’t the Your, Yore, You’re complaint about spelling – although I cannot confirm that won’t come given the right provocation.
This a simple one that is probably quite a localised grumble – centred on people commentating about teams in the English Premier League Football (or soccer) competition.
There seems to be a habit, that has spread from TV pundits to the populace, that you can refer to a singular thing as a plural.
I cannot think of two professional English teams that have the same team name. There are probably a few non-professional team called The Kings Head or The Feathers etc but, big time teams, usually only one per name.
The pundits are trying to describe a type of team, the super wealthy, the newly promoted strugglers, the mid-table underachievers, and rather than actually describe them as such they say ‘Your Everton’s’, ‘Your Arsenal’s’ etc – like there are more than one when there isn’t. Don’t make it out to be more than one. It’s incorrect.
It’s just lazy.
To now be faced with work colleagues using the same terminology they’ve picked up watching these clowns on TV get under my skin somewhat.
Take your time. Use your head and pick some different words.
How size matters more than you may have thought….
Size matters. Apparently.
I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone else but one of the biggest training problems I experience is retaining the attention of the dog.
One of the contributors to this lack of attention could be the size of the treats and treat size vs dog size.
George would probably be classed as a medium sized dog when fully grown but, at 6 months old, he is some way off his maximum.
As a result, the size of the treats being used is quite important when it comes to getting and keeping him engaged.
When he does something right he is given a treat to re-inforce the good behaviour but if the treat has been too large, he takes time to eat it. As well as that, George likes to take his time over larger items and eat them away from others. This breaks up the flow of the training.
I have taken to using the smallest treat I can find for training. It’s easier as it’s a very quick treat and it reduces the break of attention.
It’s just something to consider – your dog will want the biggest treat they can snaffle off you but it may not be the best things for the learning.
Keep on posting, keep on writing and keeping the faith.
Over the years, I’ve had a dabble at writing a blog a couple of times but never really got it to stick. It might be motivation that was the issue but the whole ‘dog’ thing is a nice hobby, a good distraction from the downsides of general life.
Third time lucky maybe as I am managing to publish posts with some regularity.
I know most of it is dog related and this probably helps with the posts as George is a fairly regular source of inspiration for content.
I do a lot of posting on social media and that does alright for contacts and it’s nice having that interaction with so many people. It would be nice to have that level of contact via this blog too.
I know that, for some people, this is their job, their life and they have made a business out of it – I certainly don’t have time for that – but that is not this blog. You see some people tailor their content to suit the current issues of the day and, again, that’s not this blog.
There will be some ‘current’ stuff being posted but, mainly, its dog related and maybe that’s why blogging is so punishing to the writer. A post on social media can garner a lot of attention and validation for the poster but, on this platform, that’s not how it works.
I am still finding my feet.
This is sometimes me just emptying my head in the guise of a pooch and now and again I’ll get some feedback which I really appreciate.
It’s just odd sometimes.
A friend of mine joined Twitter some years back. They were on Facebook and, for some reason, presumed it worked the same. They started following a few friends and celebrities and made a few posts but then complained that he wasn’t getting any interactions with anyone.
His posts were like ‘Wow, big night. BIG head this morning’. Harmless enough but he had no #hashtags and , most importantly, no followers. I explained to him this was the equivalent of sitting at home alone talking to the TV 📺 but I don’t think he understood.
But, writing these posts, I can help but think if I am doing something similar – almost. As I said, it’s nice getting comments and chatting with viewers but it can be disheartening.
I will carry on though. If anything, it’s cathartic – almost confessional at times – and good to get things out of my head rather than have them fester.
So, to those that do view my posts, to those that take time to comment and give me feedback, I thank you. 👍🏻
Just a short interview with a dog.
The day the music died…..
Do you follow football? Or soccer ⚽️ as it’s also known?
Do you remember when the English Premier changed from a rebranded Division 1 to something actually special? It was a commercial decision and made to relaunch the league with a new TV deal bringing untold fortune to clubs, making the Premier league ‘The Promised Land’.
We had players from all over Europe joining clubs – some you’d even heard of! If you had a non-GB passport and were half decent then you’d likely get a contract somewhere. It worked for the guy who wasn’t the cousin/nephew of George Weah – for about 20 minutes.
For me, the changes came with the foreign managers coming in, bringing new ideas, tactics and skills.
It was electric, it was (as Ruud Gullit says) sexy.
As revenues went up so did interest from ‘investors’ and clubs started to get bought up by some of the weathiest people in the world.
The product got structured and polished and the public rinsed of as much money as possible.
But, whilst the transfer fees and players wages increased, for the most part, the quality increase did not keep pace and we ended up with a very expensive, often dull, spectacle.
It has is moments of course but the revolution was over years ago and, with it,the death of sexy football.