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Dog Owner, Not a Dog Person

I have owned dogs for most of the past twenty years, about as long as I have been on social media in one form or another.

As a librarian, I was known to bring my dog with my wife and me when I went to library meetings.

I cast myself as a dog person on social media.  I found people who loved animals followed me as well as pet food and pet products.  These all boosted my numbers, but I have to admit, I am a dog owner, not a dog person.

My wife is a wonderful dog person.  She loves to rescue dogs and works with no-kill shelters.  She remembers to bring home treats, toys and likes to take them on car rides.

Me, I feed them, water them and potty them.  Just the basics.

My wife, bless her heart, is a dog person.

Like I said earlier, I'm a dog owner, not a dog person.



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