Super Staffie Heroes

The last month I have been running my first solo campaign, called Super Staffie Heroes for Staffie and Stray Rescues,  as part of my final project for my Masters. I can not write to much on the campaign including theory as I have to write this for my report and do not want to copyright myself. So here is a basic rundown:

The campaign needed to fulfil 2 main aims; an increase in adoption rates and an increase in breed positivity. Staffordshire Bull Terriers have a bad reputation, they are said to be aggressive, violent and dangerous, but these are all misconceptions. Any dog can be dangerous in the wrong hands. A study by Animal Friends pet insurance found out that Labradors are responsible for the highest number of attacks on postmen, not Staffies.

So with these two aims in mind, I created a campaign to turn the rescue Staffies into heroes, to prove that they are actually the superhero, not a villain.

Here is the content for the #SuperStaffieHeroes

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As part of this campaign was to get the dogs adopted as well. I tied in the Super Staffie Hero theme with their adoption images.

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The campaign officially finishes today and I can not wait to see what the result are and whether the target audience did the desired actions.

Once the report is over for my unit, I will publish the result.  But in the meantime, please go and check out Staffie and Stray Rescue!


Staffie and Stray Rescue Dog Show

I am working with Staffie and Stray Rescue, for my final major project, for which I am creating a PR campaign for them. Last Sunday was their fun day and dog show at Fernedown and I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to visit the show and photograph a lot of smiling faces.

Below are just some of the photos I took of the day.



One of the attractions was for the dogs, a food lucky dip. From what I saw this went down a treat with the woofs.

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I loved being around the dogs, I got so many amazing pictures. Those above are just some of the best ones. But my favourite one is this handsome boy:

handsome boy

Welcome to the new Tash Logic

Good Morning Everyone,

Welcome to the new Tash Logic, I have actually paid for a domain name because it is possibly one of the best ways to get a blog off the ground.

This blog will be dedicated to Animals, PR and Lifestyle, as my slogan says:

A mix bag I know but that its TashLogic!

I hope you enjoy my articles and have a look round my site, let me know what you think. I have uploaded some of my favourite blog posts, from past sites but am planning so much more.  Thank you for reading, and I can not wait to share my words of (maybe) wisdom.

Thank you for reading, and I can not wait to share by words of (maybe) wisdom.

Type soon.


The mysteries of the Dhole

Originating from East Asia, the Asian Wild Dog otherwise known as the dhole is one of the most mysterious breeds of canines within the wild. Over the centuries the dhole has faced scrutiny and prejudice, much like their close relatives, the wolves. However as we begin to learn more about them, their social structures and their behaviours, the myths start to shatter, and the truth comes to light.

Little is written about the dhole, or Cuon Alpinus, as there have only ever been a few sightings that have been recorded. The average size of the dhole is 90cm in length and having a shoulder height of around 50 cm, they resemble the size of a typical domestic Border Collie dog. Their bodies, other than the underside and chest are covered with rustic fur, which blends into the forest surroundings making it even harder to spot. With markings so unique to this canine, it ‘s hard to separate them from the 3 subspecies, which are all similar is size and appearance.

However, when the wild dogs have been spotted, it has been recorded that they are very sociable animals living in small packs of 6 to 10, while some packs can reach up to the size of 40 or even more.

The sizes of the packs depend on what food is available and how their habitat is faring. It has been logged that unlike their wolves, these canine’s packs will let the young cubs eat first when it comes to a kill and not leave them to last like wolves are known to do. Dholes are noted for their unusual communication skills, as they converse via high pitch yelps that are often said to be like a bird whistle.

The species can thrive in many different environments, from forests, savannahs to jungles; to any habitat, the dholes can hunt food. But the more frequent sightings have been in Asia. The various of hunting grounds provide different prey, from scavenging berries and grubs to hunting rabbits, lizards and animals considerably larger than themselves, such as deer, wild goats, sheep, gaur (the Indian bison) and banteng (the wild cattle that roams within Asia).

Hunting is a time when the family unit is at their strongest. Sometimes the hunt will include most of the family when tackling large prey. But if the prey is smaller the canine has been known to hunt in twos or go alone.

Techniques used in pursuit of the prey have shown the pack opts for splitting into groups while chasing their target. One group will chase the animal, while the next group will head the animal off by running a different route, then jump out once the prey runs by.

Unlike many wild canines, the dhole does not grab the thoat they are acknowledged for running with the animal, biting and ripping flesh, until the prey can no longer stand causing it to fall and then be devoured alive by the pack.

Being the small size they are, it would be understandable to believe that the dhole has a lot of natural enemies, but it is, in fact, the opposite. Reports state that packs have killed tigers. However much research is still needed to determine whether this statement is more myth that fact, as scientists have found the dhole to be part of a leopard’s diet, which are considerably smaller than the tiger.

Although they are known for living in the forest of China and Indian, the dhole is also native to many other countries; Bangladesh, Indonesia, Thailand and more. Unfortunately, as these countries become more popularised by humans, much of the dogs’ original homelands are lost, causing them to expand their territory, leading to conflict with civilisation.

As the destruction of their native home continues, they begin to lose their prey and hunt what is available, normally livestock. This is turn provokes humans to poison the leftover carcas, or leave traps in hope to kill the wild dog and project their cattle.

Other threats contributing to the loss of the species are domestic dogs living in the towns, cities and forest. The feral dogs bring diseases such as rabies and mange that the dhole has no natural immunity to, sometimes resulting in the decimation of an entire pack. These threats continue to kill many individuals making them, now endangered as released by the IUCN (The International Union for Conservation of Nature) in 2015.

Although conservationists are working hard to save the dhole from extinction, the public can also work towards making a change to the species. One way to make a difference is by buying sustainable palm oil.Along with providing awareness about the dhole and the life it lives. Although these are small acts, it could be the beginning of saving one of Asia’s last carnivores, replenishing the species.

Cover image by Wildlife Alliance –

Short Story – A Dogs Love

A dog’s love

doberman-pinscher-1098804_1920.jpgGaining a dogs love has to be earned. People assume that the moment you lock eyes they are 100% in love with you. From my experience this is wrong. It takes time.

Bending down I peered in through the metal doors that open the wire cage in front of me. I could see a small bundle of puppies curled up together among the blankets, at the back.

“What breed are they?” I said as I opened the latch and placed my hand inside the box, counting how many were hiding among the sheets. I gently picked one out and held it softly in my hands, checking the puppy over.
“Jack Russell
“They couldn’t be more than a month old?”
“He was very keen on getting rid of them.”

“The guy that dropped them off. He placed the box on the floor, yelling keep them and ran out the door and drove away.”
“Seriously? Some people! Are you okay Claire?”
“Yeah of course just worried about the little poppets.” She pointed to my hands. The pup started to move around, and I placed him back in the box and looked down at my watch, the custom hands made out of bones where pointing 9.55 am
‘You better get going Millie, meeting at 10.”
“Oh damn I can not be dealing with Robert on my back today.” I picked up the pups and took of down the corridor, for ten in the morning in mid May it was overcast outside, with all signs of the weather indicating it was going to rain. Carefully I placed the pups on the desk in front of me while I waited in the staff room for the meeting, afterwards I would take the Jack Russell’s’ to John for checking over before they are placed within the baby sanctuary, just behind the staff room. I was surprised I was actully the first one in the office, I have never been the first, I am normally one of the last. I have a habit of losing and forgetting I have meetings. Luckily this is why I love Claire, since I started here back in March she has played mum, making sure I know my way around and getting me on time to everything.

I waited for at least half an hour before no one turned up, so I took it upon myself to take the new pups to the vet. The rain had just begun to fall from the sky, as I walked across the courtyard towards the barn conversion. As the few droplets dribbled down my face I heard a monstrous scream followed by load aggressive shouting, and frantic barking. The noise caused the whole sanctuary to stop what they were doing and listen to the ear piercing howls. I placed the Jack Russell pups in the hands of a volunteer under the instruction to take them to the vet, while I ran off towards the commotion. Turning round the building I saw my manager Robert, and 5 members of staff attempting to get a very distressed and aggressive dog into a large metal cage. They had cornered the dog to the wall, pushing it back into the cage. It snapped and bared its teeth, crouching in attack position. Another member of staff called Tim followed on behind me running with an extendable water hoes and started spraying the dog with water to persuade it to go into the cage even more. To the side a family watched on, the mother holding half a mangled lead, with a look of pure terror on her face. After ten minutes of intense battling, the dog was finally in the cage, but was still ferociously growling. Robert threw a blanket over the cage and the staff carefully picked it up; desperately trying to stay away from the bars. I waited for Robert to finish consoling the family before I jumped in with my 20 questions about what had just happened. His face looked weathered; like this situation was more then he could cope with.

“What just happened?” I asked as he stood with the broken lead watching the family walk away.
“They found this dog, unconscious on the road. Still breathing, they brought it here. But it woke up just before we could get it into a cage and well you know the rest.”
“Surly the way the dog acted could be because he is in shock?”

“I am hoping so. We will give him a couple of hours and then see what we can do.”

For the rest of the day the sanctuary carried on as normal, the staff seemed to be unfazed by this morning, the only reason for this that came to my mind was that they were very good at covering their emotions, or didn’t care. But for me I was in shock, I had never witnessed anything like that before. I was intrigued by the new dog and went to check on it.
“He let you in the cubical that’s great.” I beamed as relief washed over, that it had just been the shock of waking up in a strange area.
“Umm not true I am afraid Millie, we had to tranquilize him to be able to do a psychical. “ John said as he walked out with Robert trailing behind.
“Is he okay?” As I asked, I walked pass them and into the cubical, the dog was back into the same cage he was in earlier, although he was still unconscious.
“Millie do not get too close” Robert warned as I knelt down next to the dog.

“He is very aggressive, Eliza came in earlier to feed him, and he rushed at her and ripped her trouser.”
“Lucky he didn’t get her leg.” John chimed in.

“So is he okay?”
“He is fit and healthy although I have second thoughts about his mental state.”
“Mmm,” I sat crossed legged in front of him, gazing into its unblinking eyes. “What breed do you think it is? Looks like a cross.”

“Good catch, Doberman cross Labrador Retriever. He has a Retriever muzzle, with the body of a Doberman. He is a handsome boy if I am honest. I hope he settles down or this is going to be a lost cause.” I turned towards Robert and John.
“What do you mean lost cause?” John stood next to me and looked down, and placed his hand gently on my shoulder.
“Sometimes we get animals that can not be rehabilitated and its not fair or them or us to keep them going forever, or staying inside a small cage.” With that he left with Robert following on behind him, leaving me alone. I continued to stay by the dog side until his eye began to roll, indicating he was coming round from the anaesthetic, and got up to leave. I know what Robert was referring to and I wasn’t ready to accept that this beautiful dogs destiny lies with the end of a needle.

It was my month on kennels, which was my favourite part of my whole job. But it did mean that I was the one continually feeding the new dog and watering him along with Tim. He was still aggressive as anything, and whenever we tried to enter we would have to lock him outside within the run just so we could place food down, but he threw himself at the wired door frantically trying to get to us. It was not looking good for him. Another week pasted and still no change within the dogs behaviour. I was stood just outside his cage, watching him pace up and down the room, agitated by the slightest noise. While I watched him, I didn’t notice John or Robert come up behind me. Jumping when I turned around to face them, I looked straight down into John’s hands, where he was carrying a small case and a towel. Since I have been working here I have never seen or heard of any animal being put down, due to aggressive behaviour.
“You going to put him down?”
“It’s the kindest thing to do” John let out a weak smile. He to wasn’t happy about this situation. I turned to Robert.
“He has only been here two weeks. That’s hardly long enough to see his true nature. “

“Millie, he has almost attacked everyone that works here.”
“He’s just scared.”
“This is a difficult situation, but it is the best thing to do, Yes”” John said.
“For who. You or him?” Anger was boiling inside of me, this poor dog had never had a chance here, and this was unjustified and unfair. There was a moment of silence before, Robert nodded to John, indicating to get the needle ready.
“Please don’t do this Robert. I could bring him around.”
Robert let out a cold laugh, “Really? You think after working here for what? Almost 3 months that you have had enough experience with a dog of this magnitude

“Millie don’t be silly, he could really harm you.” John warned
“I know but he deserves someone to at least try.”
“Millie, he is a dangerous dog, no more to be said.”
“But he isn’t a dangerous dog. He is misunderstood, nervous and upset. Humans feel that way all the time, yet they are never put down.”
“Humans are different to dogs”
“Why? Because we are meant to be superior to them?” Robert starred at me, I had hit a nerve and the atmosphere around us became cloudy like a storm brewing, even the dogs must have felt the change in energy as the kennels quietened.
“Millie we are not having this conversation, John get ready”
“Just give me two weeks with him”
“Please… if after two weeks no one can stand in a room with him, then you can do what you like, but he at least needs a chance, which you are not giving him! “
“Millie I said no. “
“I will take the flack if he bites me. I wont claim for it or anything, I will even put that down in writing.” Next to me John was smiling at Robert.
“I think we should let her try. And if after two weeks I can stand in the room with him, without being attacked, we can continue to work on him and find him a new home.” This made Robert stop again.
“John this is not negotiable.”
“Actully it is. I can say no to putting an animal down until I think the situation is in fact dyer. So I am going to revoke my judgement for two weeks time.” With that John walked out the door to the side and strolled back to his office opposite the kennels.
“Fine! You have two weeks to get that dog to a place that allows him to go near someone else, or he is out of here. Do you understand?”
“I also what that statement of not claiming down on paper and signed. As this is your stupid endeavour.”
“Of course.” I smiled and received a piece of paper from the kennel office.
“I Millie Plonton, here by write that I will not claim against the insurance if this dog does attack me during my stupid endeavour… umm brackets (as said by Robert Knock) and it is signed.” I handed the paper back to Robert. “Happy now?”
“I hope you know what your doing?” With that Robert stormed out the door slamming it as he went. I turned back and look through the small window on the door to the dogs cubical and watched him starring back at me. No barking no growling, just staring at me. I smiled.
“I am going to name you Koda.”
I had to admit to myself that I had no idea where to start with Koda. The day after I had made it my mission to help him, I went home that evening and spent all night researching ways to help aggressive dogs. I found a lot of different ideas, that I was eager to try but first of all I had to get him used to me. I started by just looking at him from the window, where he became fully aware I was there and just starred back at me.
“So you are scared of going in then?” Robert came up behind me and laughed.
“Actully I am getting him used to me. The first step is to just gain eye contact.”
“Where did you learn that? The internet.” He huffed as he walked away. I know what he thought and for a second I did doubt myself. Was this a huge mistake. Shaking off the doubt I started on step two. I urged Koda outside with food at the bottom of his run. He came out of the door he raced down and started to attack the wire cage. I jumped back in fright, just as he to jumped when the run door closed behind him. I walked back and Tim met me.
“Thank you.”
“No worries, by the way I think what your doing is amazing”
“Really?” I was unsure, whether Tim was just being nice or he actully believed it.
“Yeah I really do. You stuck up to Robert, and managed to give the dog a second chance, none of us would have done that or even tried to. We would have just accepted what Robert said and that would have been that. We all get a tad intimidated by him.”
“Yeah I know what you mean. But I was just so angry at the thought of Koda being put down, it got the better of me and well as they say the rest is history.”
“Koda? So you have named him now?”
“Yeah, I have always loved that name and I thought it was fitting for him, from a Native American word for friend and that’s what I want to gain from him. Friendship.”
“It lovely.”
“Thanks” I smiled and turned to leave to head into Koda’s cubical. I took a big sigh and clasped the door handle. “I can do this, I can do this.” Under my breath I repeated the mantra forcing myself to believe I could make a difference to this dogs life. Slowly opening the door, I entered into a hurricane of howling barking and growling, as Koda watched me from the run door. I sat down in the far corner, the farthest away from him and just sat there. I took out my phone from inside my pocket and stuck in my headphones and listened to calming music. I needed my nerves to calm down, and I also needed to block out the continuously sound from Koda. The idea was to stay a good distance away from him until he stopped barking and growling towards me and then to move slowly closer to him and start the process again. I was an idea I got from when I was little and we had birds in the garden, you see them from a distance from the bird table and you slowly get closer. They begin to see you are no threat and they settle down with you around them.

It took him another hour to calm down with me the furthest away I could be. Still alert his body was straight and his tail followed suit, as he kept his eye fixed on me. I shuffled forward half a metre, where the barking begun again. This continued for many hours until I was a small half a metre from the door. He had settled quite a lot, he was no longer standing, but just perched on his hind legs, sitting down and just glaring at me. I thought I’d better not push it to the point I was next to the door. So I got up and walked out, got some food for him and came back in. As I opened the door, he gave a low growl, but nothing more I placed the food close to the run door, and walked out. While on the outside of the kennel door, I watched Koda sniff where I was sitting and he went on to eat his food. Relief washed over me. My first day and I think I had personally got somewhere no barking or howling the second time I walked in. That was a major step and I couldn’t be happier with how it went.

Although Koda was my main priority I still had my daily duties among the sanctuary, which being my month in the kennels actully helped me out. I was able to groom, feed and walk the other twenty dogs before closing time, allowing me even more time in the evening with Koda. Tim was also staying after closing time, it was his week to do the night shift. Around the back of the kennels there is a small house with 4 bedrooms and each week different members of staff spend the weeknights at the sanctuary so they are on hand for the animals. I had swopped the next two weeks of night time shifts with Eliza and Ben so I could work with Koda during the night and have somewhere to sleep when I was done, as it took me an hour to travel in from work everyday.

The days were getting lighter as they drew closer to summer, I found that natural light helped calm my nerves as I enter back into Kodas cubical. He was safely within the run again, although as soon as he heard the door he ran to towards it growled and barked couple of times, but quickly stopped. I started off back in the corner of the room, although only staying there for a short fifthteen minutes, before carefully moving into different positions towards the cage. Within 2 hours I was sat half a metre away from the door leading to his run. He hadn’t moved or made a sound; he just sat down watching me get closer. I took a deep breath and moved right next to the door, careful not to allow my body any connection with the metal. Koda’s dark brown eyes looked straight into mine as we continued to stare at each other, nether of us daring to move. I whisper towards him, just talking normally like I would to Tim. He responded by titling his head to one side and lying down on his stomach, paws stretched next to my leg. My heart was in my throat, as he began to stick his tongue between the wire, in what seemed to be an attempt of licking me. Carefully I moved my hand to his tongue, leaving it just a few millimetres from the wire. Again he stuck his tongue out and it touched my skin. He had licked me. Not bitten me, licked me. Inside I was ecstatic, but on the outside I remain calm and collective. After five minutes of not moving myself Koda got up and moved away from the entrance. I took this as my key to leave.

I worked like that with Koda for four more days inching ever closer towards him; I even got a few more licks on my hand. I was overwhelmed with how well progress had gone, that I thought it was time for the next step; adding another person to the situation. Tim volunteered to be my extra, even after Robert made a huge fuss about him being part of a stupid game. He made him sign the same sheet I did, promising not to claim of the insurance and we were ready to go back into the room. I waked in first and took up the position a few steps away from the out door run, Koda made no noise. After ten minutes of silence I texted Tim on my phone to enter into the cubical and to sit in the first place I sat near the corner of the room. As soon as he entered, Koda started growling and barking towards Tim in the corner. I could see the look of fear on Tim’s face, but I spoke over the barking and we had a normal conversation.

Within an hour Koda had completely calmed, with me by my side he came closer towards me, and pushed his hair right up against the wire, making some of it push out, I took a chance and snuck my fingers between his fur. He jumped and turned to face me. I froze. He froze. Tim watched on, waiting to see what Koda’s next move would be. I was surprised by the reaction and he got up and again moved away from me. Tim had forgot that he was meant to be slowly coming towards the dog, and was suddenly next to my side. I was starring at Koda, he hadn’t made a noise since he moved towards me, no growling no nothing. I jumped up from the floor, scaring both Tim and Koda, as I walked to the door, telling Tim to wait I would be back.

I came back with John and food treats. In my head it was best to see how many people I could get into the cubical without Koda having a head fit. I was surprised that I managed to get me, Tim, John and Lucy into the cubical, with only a few growls. We all sat down on the floor, just talking, ignoring Koda, like he wasn’t here. It worked he settled down, and rested his head on his paws. John was talking about the amazing difference he could see within the dog after only been training with him for few days. I was so pleased although it was short lived. Known of us had expected Robert to come back to work after five, but he had forgotten his paper work. He peered in through the door of Koda’s cubical and started to shout.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” His voice made not just Koda jump but all of us. And within that short few moments everything went wrong, I still had my hand on Koda’s fur and when I jump I accidently caught his fur on my finger causing him to turn around and bite the tip of my finger only lightly drawing blood. John rushed to push Robert out of the cubical ,as Koda, started to get worked up. The barking made my stomach turn. I was so close and now he had bitten me.
“Do you seriously think that was the right way to go about that Rob?” John’s temper began to rise.
“I do not care. What the hell were you all thinking?”
“We signed the sheet Rob calm down,” Lucy to had walked out of the cubical and was giving Robert a mouthful. “If you had actully bothered to look at what was going on, you would have seen the amazing work Millie has down with Koda. She was able to have all of us in that room while she had a hand on his fur.” I could hear the shouting outside, but I had gone into mild shock. The bite didn’t hurt at all, it was done out of fear and pain. A normal reaction. But I ran out crying, pushing past Robert, John and Lucy. I went out the back door and started to head into the darkness. It wasn’t long until Tim caught up with me.
“Millie stop.” He gently took my hand and wiped at the bite with an antiseptic wipe. He smiled “Good job you had your tetanus.” After wiping away most of the blood he put a small plaster over the wound. “Not to bad, I’ve had worst.” I smiled back.
“So why you upset? You have done an amazing job with him.”
“I was so close, maybe I rushed him, maybe I did all this to much, in 4 days he has gotten used to people and allowed me to stroke him and then Rob comes in and ruins it all.”
“I know, but there could be a chance that he hasn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I have been here for over 5 years now, and not one animal would have not got upset or even been in shock over the racket Rob just made. It is normal. It doesn’t mean you have failed at all. It just means it may take a day to redo the work, or if were lucky he has remembered it all.” I hugged Tim within that short minute of crying, I had turn it into madness and went straight back into the cubical with Koda. Tim watched from behind the door, which I had locked from the inside; there was no way anyone could get in now. I took a deep breath and sat in front of the door, waiting for him to calm down. Thirty minutes later he was once again calm and I was able to again lie my hand down for him to lick. I took some food out of his bowl and gave it to him between the wire mesh. Gently he would grab the food. I was full of anger and upset, and then I open the door.

I hadn’t realised I did it . I had opened the run door, allowing Koda to come into the cubical. I turned to Tim in the window who was pointing to the lock to be undone. I shock my head and sat back down, and watched as Koda, came slowing into the cubical and starred straight at me. I had no idea why I had just done that. But so far I hadn’t been attacked. I tried picking up food from the bowl and laid it down in front of me. Carefully and slowly Koda came towards the food, sniffing at the floor. This was so stupid on so many levels, if this went wrong we both would be in a bad shape. I held my breath as Koda sniffed at my feet and then my hands and began to lick them again. I looked back to the window, where Robert and John had joined Tim in watching my madness unravel. Koda was relaxed around me, he wasn’t barking or growling he lied down next to me and placed his head onto my lap. I slowly started to stroke his head as relief flooded over me. My gamble had paid off I was in the room with this handsome Doberman cross lying across me and we were both unharmed. Something amazing had happened him and me had finally connected and it was magnificent. After an hour I gently moved his head and got up and went towards the door. He followed me with his eye, and I could see his nerves beginning to rise. I gently whispered that it was okay and he was a good boy. Tim careful came into the room and sat back on the floor while I went back over to Koda. He watched Tim nervously and visa versa.

I was moving fast, but I know it was now or never, if he could accept me he could accept Tim and hopefully John. John and Robert were waiting outside, Johns face was beaming and he slowly came into the room, again Koda didn’t make a movement he stayed seated next to me. I never expect Robert to also come into the room. To be honest I wanted him nowhere near Koda or me. Koda let out a low growl as he stood up on all fours as Robert entered the room. I stroked his head and told him all was going to be okay and he sat back down, on his hind leg however not relaxed just watching Robs every move. I had to giggle, Koda liked him as much as I do.

“So Robert, as part of the agreement I am sat down within the cage without being attacked. This dog is of sound mind and will carry on being rehabilitated by Millie until he is ready to find a new home.” Robert didn’t say anything he just nodded. I was over come with joy.

Soon after we left Koda for the night and went to have a drink in the boarding house.
“Millie.” Robert came up to me. “I’m sorry. What you have done within the last week has been amazing; you didn’t even need the two weeks. You saved that dog.” I smiled I know it took a lot for Robert to swallow his pride and apologises. “I would like to offer you a job?” I starred at him confused,
“But I have a job?”
“Yes but I would like to make you our official dog behaviourist, so you will focus on helping dogs like Koda everyday.”

I was beaming, and couldn’t thank Robert enough, to the point I documented his kindness in a story, when I the time. Being a full time dog behaviourist is hard work but it’s the best job ever. Now what of Koda you ask? Well he continued to grow into an exceptional dog, one that could go on walks be around new people and even got on with other dogs. However there was just one little problem with him. I had fallen in love with him, and while I write this he is lying across my legs. I couldn’t bear to let him go, so he now comes to work with me. I saved him and he saved me. I have never been happier since he came into my life. I am just grateful I never gave up on him.

How to deal with toxic people.

I wrote this a while ago, for a website but it never got published so here it is.

How to deal with toxic people.

Toxic people have a habit of coming into your life and not leaving, whether it is an unresolvable situation or you just can’t get them out. But how can you keep your head and deal with it?

It is very normal to come into contact with people that you don’t quite have a great repeal with, and most of the time you can cut them out of your life, easy peasy they’re gone. But there is always that one person who you think is just going to be in and out of your life but they don’t. Sometimes you work with them, and unless you plan to leave your job, you will be with them a lot more.

Toxic people can pollute your thoughts and effect your day causing you to become tired as you waste all your energy trying to tip toe around them and in some cases it can make you feel bad about yourself, and no one needs that. Below are a few ways to deal with toxic people while having to spend time in their presence.

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The tips

First, know the signs:
On certain occasions, it can be difficult to see that you are in a relationship with a toxic person. Know the signs, so you can at best, distances and prepare yourself for their negative energy. A classic sign that you are dealing with a toxic person is that they are selfish. Now some types of selfishness can be useful, but toxic people go above and beyond, only see their needs within every situation.

They are not nice! They never have a kind word to say about anyone, and they constantly try to put you down, control you and try to out do you in everything. ‘You went away for the weekend; well I went away for a 5 star Paris trip.’ Really!

And the most famous sign is that they make you feel bad about yourself.

Don’t let yourself be controlled:
When an overbearing person tries to control you, sometimes it is only natural to let it happen because you don’t want the hassle. Stop. It is time to get back into control of your life, but here is how to do it without causing an issue. It is okay to say No.

‘We’re going to lunch here.’
‘Sorry no, I would like to go there.’

People hate the word no, as it sounds negative but in this case, when you always find yourself doing what the toxic person wants politely say no and suggest something that you would like to do. If they disagree, you can say thank you for their offer, but I am going where I want to. And offer them to come with you. If they decline, politely say, I will see you later and head in your direction.

This can be used in various situations; as long as you are polite, there should be no friction.

When they believe they are right:
When someone always believes they are right even when they are clearly wrong, it can be frustrating and get to you a lot. But does it matter?

Is it anything to do with you? If no, then way try to change their opinion? It will cause you to use too much energy trying to get your point across and even if you do, it would have probably caused an argument, and there just isn’t a need for it. Other people know there wrong, you are aware of they are wrong, so just leave them to be wrong. It doesn’t matter.

Let the energy talk for itself:
Most people can tell the difference between negative or positive energy within a situation. If someone near you makes you feel good and happy, then they are good for you, but if they make you feel upset and tired, they are draining you of your positive energy. Try and spend as little time as possible with those that drag you down.

Do what makes you happy:
Trying to make everyone happy isn’t your job. Your job is to ensure you’re happy. Toxic people can make you feel guilty if you don’t do something that will make them positive.

However doing something that makes someone happy can be great and sometimes it is worth it. But when it is constant, and you find it a strain?  It is time to put your happiness first. This is one of the key points to dealing with a toxic person.

Keep the relaxation an essential part of your day.
One of the most important tips to deal with toxic people is to take time out for you. Make time every day whether it’s 10 minutes or even an hour, that time is yours do whatever you like. Don’t let anyone take it away from you. The chance to relax away from the toxic energy is a perfect opportunity to distress after the minefields you have avoided during the day.

Occasionally you are lucky enough to be able to cut those toxic people straight out of your life. However, there is a higher chance you can’t. If you have experienced a toxic person in your life comment below on how you dealt with them and helped more people to make the best out of a bad situation.

A new font for dyslexics!

I don’t regularly share videos or links from outside this blog, but this new font for dyslexia just had to be shared.

Sourced: Upworthy
Credit: The Mighty  

I am severely dyslexic as many of you have properly guessed from my posts, with the spelling mistakes and grammar, but I actually read this font with ease. This is a significant step forward to raising awareness for dyslexia everywhere.  And I couldn’t pass up not sharing this fantastic news with you all.

Fibromyalgia, what you need to know!

I wrote this blog post from an article that was no longer needed, so I thought I would share it with you 🙂


Fibromyalgia is said to be trigger by an event, and with the death of a close friend 5 years ago, nothing could have prepared me for the pain and upset that it caused and apparently my body couldn’t cope either, and having already being low I picked up glandular fever as well, I won’t go into that story haha.

For the first 2 years the condition seemed quite dormant, only being, occasional tried and only having pain a few bad days a month. But just as I started university, the fibromyalgia started getting worst. I was getting fatigued everyday, sleeping for roughly for 4 to 5 hours a day. Then the pain started getting more intense as the time went past. As I continue with uni I was beginning to miss days because I couldn’t move and was just to tired.

Having to deal with the physical side effects were hard, but fibromyalgia also affected my mind. I would get fibro- fog which is memory issues and would forget everything I needed to do, and often mix up sentences and conversation.

I still have all these problems, but I can gladly say that thanks to a fitness routine and a new eating plan, the pain hasn’t got worst and is beginning decrease, even if it is slowly.

What is Fibromyalgia:
Often I am asked what even is Fibromyalgia? Having fibromyalgia is having nerve pain, neuropathic pain or having a hypersensitive nervous system that causes all of the symptoms you can see below. It is hard to diagnose because the condition can also be confused with so many, such as M.E.

What are symptoms of Fibromyalgia: 
Chronic pain, fatigue, bloating, nausea, headaches, feeling anxiety or depressed are just some of the main symptoms people can exhibit with Fibromyalgia, each person is different though.

It is an invisible illnesses:
You are not able to look at someone and know they have Fibromyalgia. It is an invisible illness, just like a lot of other conditions. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t real! Having an invisible illness is just as important as a disorder you can see. I have found that people can be very judgmental to individuals with this condition.

I have had my own experiences of people being judgemental towards me. For example, I have had people ignore me when I tell them about my condition, and that has also resulted in me losing friends and possible dates. I have even had people undermine my condition.

These are just some of my favourite quotes I have received “It is not like you have cancer, so what are you moaning about” or “Just get over it”. Cool. Thanks… Not!

Fibromyalgia can be managed:
Fantastically there is a way to help manage this condition that helps you live a somewhat normal life. Some clinics help you learn and manage your condition, other forms of management can come as cognitive behavioural therapy and psychotherapy. It can take a long time for the condition to be managed. 

We have to take each day at a time:
I have good or bad days, but you never know when this will happen. Pain can strike at any time. My worst time is always after I have done something the day before. The next day I can not move!

But for others, they might be out and about enjoying their day, and boom fibro strikes.
Sometimes this means cancelling plans because you are psychically unable to do it.

I know I am properly not alone when I say this, but changing plans makes me feel unbelievably guilty. So so guilty. Thoughts race through my head, will they think I don’t want to be with them? Will they understand? Will they hate me? These seem irrational, but it totally happens. But if you’re lucky you will have a great group of people that completely understand. I know I do.

Please be careful how you treat people with long-term conditions.                                           For all long term conditions, whether it be anxiety, depression, chronic fatigue, thyroids or more, many people seem to have the same behaviour towards you talking about it. In short, it appears like they are saying, please don’t!

I try not the mention my condition to people unless it is going to impact on them. I have found people do not want to hear about it, or they are fed up with hearing about it, and make this fact very evident. It hurts, we can’t help it and we are trying to improve it, but negative feelings towards us, isn’t going to help. It makes the minority of us, feel awful, useless and upset.

But… in saying that I know I can be sensitive especially when days are bad, which means we also need to understand that everyone is going through their own personal fights and if someone shows us aggression, to what seems is aimed at our condition, might in fact have nothing anything do with us.

Overall long term conditions take a lot out of everyone, the things to do it try to stay positive and one of my favourite sayings, learn to dance in the rain. If you can go through life with this and still be awesome, kind and loving, you are indeed winning at life.

DisclaimerIf you think you are suffering with a long term condition, please go and seek help from a health professional as they will be able to point you to the right cause of action. Also these points might not apply to everyone, but from what I have found via research on both social media and from talking to other people these are the main issues.