
Addicted to Praise I used to say I was part Cocker Spaniel. My Love and Confidant of 14 years and I had this in common: we both LOVED receiving kudos. We spoke the language of praise. All it took was a whisper of, “Who’s a good boy?” or a simple pat on the head and Bailey would wiggle until you thought his little, stub-tail was going to pop right off, spiraling up, up, and away. And I suspect, if I had a little, stub-tail, you could witness a similar up, up, and away action with me at the slightest hint Continue reading >>



