Learn to communicate with your dog—using their language “Good reading for dog lovers and an immensely useful manual for dog owners.”—The Washington Post An Applied Animal Behaviorist and dog trainer with more than twenty years’ experience, Dr. Patricia McConnell reveals a revolutionary new perspective on our relationship with dogs—sharing insights on how “man’s best friend” might interpret our behavior, as well as essential advice on how to interact with our four-legged friends in ways that bring out the best in them. After all, humans and dogs are two entirely different species, each shaped by its individual evolutionary heritage. Quite simply, humans are primates and dogs are canids (as are wolves, coyotes, and foxes). Since we each speak a different native tongue, a lot gets lost in the translation. This marvelous guide demonstrates how even the slightest changes in our voices and in the ways we stand can help dogs understand what we want. Inside you will discover: • How you can get your dog to come when called by acting less like a primate and more like a dog • Why the advice to “get dominance” over your dog can cause problems • Why “rough and tumble primate play” can lead to trouble—and how to play with your dog in ways that are fun and keep him out of mischief • How dogs and humans share personality types—and why most dogs want to live with benevolent leaders rather than “alpha wanna-bes!” Fascinating, insightful, and compelling, The Other End of the Leash is a book that strives to help you connect with your dog in a completely new way—so as to enrich that most rewarding of relationships.
An accidental dog swap unleashes an unexpected love match in this new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Julia London. Carly Kennedy's life is in a spiral. She is drowning in work, her divorced parents are going through their midlife crises, and somehow Carly's sister convinces her to foster Baxter--a basset hound rescue with a bad case of the blues. When Carly comes home late from work one day to discover that the dog walker has accidentally switched out Baxter for another perkier, friendlier basset hound, she has reached the end of her leash. When Max Sheffington finds a depressed male basset hound in place of his cheerful Hazel, he is bewildered. But when cute, fiery Carly arrives on his doorstep, he is intrigued. He was expecting the dog walker, not a pretty woman with firm ideas about dog discipline. And Carly was not expecting a handsome, bespectacled man to be feeding her dog mac and cheese. Baxter is besotted with Hazel, and Carly realizes she may have found the key to her puppy’s happiness. For his sake, she starts to spend more time with Hazel and Max, until she begins to understand the appeal of falling for your polar opposite.
Use the free app to experience a new dimension in visual storytelling through our INKMOTION Peek, Pop and Go features. Watch, listen and read along as the pages spring to life."I wish fairy tales were real," sighed little Lucy. And that is all it takes for Hector and his band of merry friends to set off in search of the truth. There was a rumor that a shadowy creature was living in the Forbidden Marsh beyond the forest and it might be a fairy-tale giant. With twists and turns and a capsized boat, the brave friends venture far from home and make a surprising discovery...a giant discovery!THE GIANT QUEST is the first in a series of HECTOR FOX books. These imaginative tales, reminiscent of The Wind in the Willows, follow the delightful adventures of Hector and his charming pack of friends--Mo Marten, Charlie Chipmunk, Jeremiah Rabbit, and Lucy Skunk--as they seek adventure, hunt giants, solve mysteries, and build friendships.
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in English, both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Henry James famously said of him: "Kipling strikes me personally as the most complete man of genius (as distinct from fine intelligence) that I have ever known." In 1907, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
AVA It seemed like a good idea at the time. I'd met Jasmina at an old school friend's wedding a couple of months ago. I happened to be sitting with Al, who'd been my boyfriend at the time, at the same table as she and her husband, Nick. At some point during the evening I'd mentioned that I did some house sitting along with temping as a PA. Then, a few weeks later she'd phoned me and asked if I'd be available to house sit for them for a month. Her husband was to be best man at a friend's wedding in Mauritius and they'd decided that they'd like to make a big holiday of it at the same time. It couldn't have come at a better time seeing that I was 'between boyfriends' (I'd discovered that Al was married, a small detail he'd failed to mention before). I was 'between homes', seeing that my landlord had given me two months' notice to vacate on account of he was selling up, and 'between jobs', because the girl I'd been doing maternity cover for had decided that she'd rather return to work early and put up with a hot-tempered boss everyday than a wailing baby. So, of course, I'd bitten their hands off; it would give me some breathing space and time to re-coup and anyway, what wouldn't be to like about living in a chocolate box cottage in the middle of the countryside for a month, not only rent free but getting paid for it too? I'd be a fool not to, wouldn't I? So okay, maybe I should have asked more about it and maybe I should have listened when she had told me that it wouldn't be just a straightforward house sit. But no, I'd been my usual impulsive self and I'd not asked any questions apart from when and how much. So here I was, up to my knees in mud, my armpits in vegetables and I'd better not even mention the chickens, dogs and goats, let alone the drop dead sexy guy from next door who always seemed to turn up at the wrong time.LUKEOkay, I'm not normally the nosey kind, I promise, but I didn't think I'd ever been so curious about anyone; I just couldn't make out my new temporary neighbour. She was like an incredibly sexy calamity Jane in a dishevelled, fiery sort of way that made me laugh one minute and horny the next. And her long blonde hair that she kept clipped up in a tangled mess on top of her head just cried out to be released and tamed into submission, and I wanted to be the one to do it.To be honest, she couldn't have arrived at a worse time because I was just in the process of starting my new architectural business, working from home, because after ten years I'd decided to line my own pockets instead of my ex-partner's, David. We'd come to blows for the last time about six months ago about my over loaded client list compared to his; all the while splitting everything fifty-fifty. He favoured golf, expensive lunches, long holidays, having more women that I'd care to count and doing as little work as possible. So I'd decided that I'd had enough and was going to go it on my own, taking my contacts with me. But I hadn't bargained for the distraction of this wild female next door, who'd arrived at my neighbour's cottage and looked as gorgeous in mud caked wellies as in strappy stilettos.I'll be honest, we hadn't got off to a good start and I was trying to make amends, but each time something happened and I invariably ended up looking like a prized prat. I knew that she wouldn't be here in the village for long and the best thing for me to do would be to keep my head down and ignore the draw she had on me. I needed to focus on my business, because this was my livelihood, but every time I tried, something would happen and I'd be either making a fool out of myself or making a fool out of her. So, I reckoned that all I needed to do was keep my head down and to focus on my work instead of her. How hard could it be?
