Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Toasty Oven Chickpeas

You can’t just eat one!! This delicious snack is highly addictive and packed with protein. And did we mention easy?! Great for on the go snacking!
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Ingredients:
1 15.5 oz. can of Chickpeas [garbanzo beans] (we use organic)
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. onion powder
olive oil, for coating chickpeas
salt/pepper to taste
hot sauce or other spices (curry) optional
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Method of Prep:
Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees
Drain, rinse and pat dry the Chickpeas
In medium sized bowl, toss Chickpeas in olive oil
Add spices/ salt & pepper and coat Chickpeas thoroughly
Spread out on a parchment lined sheet pan
Place in the oven for 40-50 mins. stirring around the Chickpeas every so often to ensure proper browning.
Remove from oven and let cool entirely before eating.
We never need to store this tasty snack because they are all gone in a hurry. But if you do, an air-tight container with a little rice in the bottom will ensure they stay crispy and fresh!



Monday, 27 January 2014

A Dog's Advice to Humans in Photos

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Dogster Editor's note: Our beloved behavior columnist and dog trainer, Casey Lomonaco, created this slideshow and kindly agreed to share it with readers so you can all enjoy it. We think it's awesome -- enjoy!

I am Mokie.

I am a VGG (Very Good Girl). My She is Casey. She is my special person.
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Let's get a few things straight, Special Person.

You are a really great human except when you get angry or yell at me; then you magically transform into a scary monster dressed as my favorite person, which is totally weird and freaks me out. Nonetheless, I believe you are trainable. Sit. Stay. Learn.
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She's a pretty good human, but sometimes it's like she forgets everything I've taught her.

I was telling my doggy pals about you just the other day. "She's such a good human 99 percent of the time. She smells nice and gives me nice food and tosses a good stick, but I swear, that 1 percent of the time she is so stubborn! I tell her I want to go for a walk and she just talks into the handheld chatbox, ignoring me! I mean, she knows I want to go for a walk. So stubborn!"
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Your recall could use a little work. I mean, I bark when the UPS guy arrives within our zip code and you keep talking on the phone like you don't even hear me! It's a good thing you're cute and I love you. Yeesh.

Talk to the paw, would-be Dog Whisperers!

POP QUIZ! Which makes more sense? I like to sleep on the couch because ...
A) Floor =ouch, comfort = couch, or ...
B) I think you are a dog. Despite the fact that you bring home the bacon (errrr ... food, but I do enjoy an occasional tidbit of bacon) and provide the home, walks, and scratches, all of which sounds like a lot of work and none of which sounds that much fun, I am trying to take over your life.  
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That cute "shake" trick that you love to show your friends? Merely a ploy to distract you while I seal your identity!! Muahahaha!!
Duh. The answer is B. The evil laugh is for anyone who believes I actually thought they were a dog and coincidentally did not sniff their crotch every time we greeted.  

We like to chase things, dig holes, and chew on stuff. We're not bad; we are DOGS.

99 percent of the behaviors you don't like are just natural dog stuff. So maybe I try to go out the door before you. I really have to pee and can't seem to operate the doorknob. Plus, let's be honest -- you walk kind of slowly, you know?
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I have places to go and pees to leave and squirrels to tree. If I pull toward them, it is because I think they are exciting and you haven't taught me a better way to earn access to them. I can learn new tricks -- can you? Time for some human training ...

will be a good girl, but I need you to teach me how.

Dogs are generally happy to do what you want, but first, you need to show us what that is!The more you teach me how to be a good dog by doing GDT ("Good Dog Things"), the easier it is for me to be a VGG.
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If I do something you don't like, please don't yell or get mad. I really am not trying to make you get angry or scary, and I would do the right thing if I knew what it was and that it might earn me something fun or yummy! Hey, we could even go to a class together. Have new adventures, try new treats, learn new things together -- isn't that why you wanted me in the first place?

All my favorite stuff is AWESOME! 

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Depending on who you ask, we like squirrel chasing, hot dog tasting, steak snacking, belly rub gettin', pond jumping, stick fetching, toy chasin', squeaking toys like maniacs, groundhog-hole-sniffing, running and playing, tugging, walking, splashing, dashing, biking, and hiking, to name a few things.
What do you like? Sit? Down? Come? Weirdo. Sounds boring, but I will do what it takes to earn my good times. If we can trade the things you want (sit/down/come) for the things I want (NOMS and squirrels), it really is a win-win.

I'll be right there. I just need to chase this squirrel real quick. 

am a dog, after all. What? Haven't you ever said, "I'll be there in a minute"?!  
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My favorite thing in the world is chasing deer. I figure about 20,000-plus years of evolution have gone into my development as a Bambi-chasing warrior princess, so that number of steak/bacon/hot dog bits for coming when called might tip the odds in your favor. But nobody's perfect, so when in doubt, a long line will keep me safe if you aren't sure I am ready to handle distractions when they crop up. 
Don't worry: We will both have more fun if you know I am safe. While chasing deer is a blast, I learned the hard way that porcupines are spicy meatballs!!!
My Saint Bernard bro, Cuba, won't chase deer. He just wants to hang around and see if anyone needs a rescue. He doesn't even care about deer, bears, wabbits, or spicy porcupines. B-O-R-I-N-G. He's so white bread.

It's time for an intervention. Your butt is way too addicted to the couch. 

Look, I know you're busy at work all day, and when you come home, the machines with the lights and words and sounds suck the life right out of you. I mean, really, it is like someone superglued your bum to the couch.
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You know how people always speculate about the meaning of life? I can tell you one of the great missions in my life is to break your couch addiction. That way I rest my head on your knee, as if to say, "Put down the iPad, woman. Let's go for a walk, for the love of Dog," is exactly what it looks like.
Put. Down. The. IPad. Woman. Walk. Now. For. The Love. Of. Dog. Srsly.
Dogs hate iPads.

These are my besties.

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I am a socially selective girl, but I sure do like playtime with my best mates.  Not that your stick throwing isn't SAFAH (Super Awesome For A Human), because really, you're top-notch, but it's just not the same, you know?
Some dogs don't like other dogs at all, and I totally respect that too. I've met some real creeps in my day, like the guy that attacked us at the park or that humpy Boxer from camp last year. I get it.  Some folks just have no manners at all. Pick my friends carefully, okay?

Give your dog a vote when planning activities together. 

Let your dog choose his own playmates, even if he "plays for the other team." (Snuggling the cat, Cuba? Really.)
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Learn about canine body language, so you can tell if your dog is having fun or just tolerating the situation because you resource-guard the car key. Lots of times I see people taking their dogs on adventures and the dog's face says, "This visit to the dog park is lame. Let's go hike in the woods instead." (Lots of dogs do not like doggy daycares or dog parks or busy, crowded spaces!)

What did you think was going to happen, really? 

I am such a VGG that my She couldn't even locate a picture of me being naughty.  Amazing, right?
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But look at this poor dog. I mean, only a unicorn would be shocked to see a boy dog lifting his leg -- that's what boys do. Intact males need lots of supervision, to be taught WHERE to potty, and to be denied the opportunity to mark where they're not supposed to. Don't want a yellow building?  There is a perfectly fine Pee Tree right down the street!
That's almost as bad as the time my She's friend left a cherry pie right on the table at Saint Bernard nose height. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? Let's just say the pie didn't have a happy ending.  
Make it easy for dogs to be good and hard to be bad. If your dog always jumps on guests when they arrive and they always reinforce it with petting, why not give him some treats in his crate until they are settled in? Give him a bunch of hot dogs and he'll think it was his idea. I swear, boys are so easy.
Put that big, beautiful human brain of yours to work! Don't be like Shocked Unicorn: Be proactive about preventing bad behaviors and setting your dog up for success!

If I am having trouble learning, can you find me a great teacher, please? 

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If I was sick, you would take me to the vet. If I am afraid or stressed, or you are having a hard time teaching me the skills I need so we can live happily and safely together, please find a good trainer to help us get on track. I promise I am worth it.
I heard the American Veterinary Society for Animal Behavior has some great resources on finding a new trainer.
When I am afraid, I need a hero, not to get pushed around by a "pack leader." I want to trust you to keep me safe. If you don't know how, find someone who can help us, please.

Learning should never be scary. 

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Learning should be fun for me and you.  If it's not, can we please explore other options?

Love is about compromise. 

I know winter is long and you may not want to go for a walk in the pitch black with minus-20-degree wind chills. But you chose me. You chose to bring me into your life. I love you. I don't want to say goodbye to you every morning for eight or ten hours, or miss you when you go on vacation, either.
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But we're a team, right? I will try to be a good girl, but please remember I rely on you for everything, including a world bigger than our yard and house. While you must work to keep food stuffed in my Kong and bully sticks in my crate, I miss you when you are away and eagerly await our next adventure, always.

Seize the day! 

I will not be here forever. I trot across your heart, leaving footprints on your soul. If you are lucky, I will spend a decade, like water, dripping onto and soothing the bedrock of your soul; cutting streams and rivulets which will carry my memory long after I am gone.
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Put down your book. Log off the light machine. Let's go for a walk or have a snuggle. A day will come when you would give every piece of "merchandise" in your life for one more walk or snuggle with me.
I am like a rainbow, I can't stay forever. Gather ye snuggles and adventures while we may, okay?

I am so happy to be your dog.

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Let's suck the marrow from the bone of life together. I know you can help me be the best dog I can be, and I am here to make you the best human you can be, too. Friendships like this don't happen every day.
It is a great gift to be Mokie's Person. 
I love you so much, girl. Thank you for being such an amazing teacher. I can't wait for the lifetime of learning that lies ahead for us.
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You are all the good karma I have accrued in my life, cashed in and rolled up into one perfect cub.  The eight years I have had the pleasure of walking the planet with you have been the best of my life. Here is to eight more, Little Miss Sunshine!
This post was written by Casey Lomonaco, regular contributor to Dogster Magazine.



The Joy of Simply Waking Up.

Via on Jan 26, 2014

From Gucci to Gap to Goodwill and Grateful.

The other day I’m on my way to a vintage clothing shop, and I see two fellows on the bus bench in front of the shop.

They’re obviously homeless as evidenced by their grubby, layered frocks; mangy, matted hair; shopping cart of filthy blankets and extra, oversized army jackets; and the two liter bottle of cheap chardonnay they are sharing at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday morning.
The fellow facing me has brown hair and glaucoma. He asks, “Can you spare some change?”
I say, “Just a minute,” and go into the store, not wanting them to filch my cash, feeling paranoid they’ll steal my wallet, and somehow out-shuffle me down the street. I enter the store, search my purse and find two dollars. I go back outside—the other man has removed his jacket revealing a body riddled with scabs. As I approach the men, I smell stale urine. (I must note that I have chatted with a few home-lacking people, and they do not all smell foul. I ride my bicycle on the boardwalk and see plenty out of doors dwellers at the free public showers soaping up. The water isn’t heated. But I digress.)
I walk over to the men and hand them each a dollar. The fellow who didn’t ask for money and isn’t facing me, immediately hands his dollar to his friend, and I feel chastened having made the assumption.
I ask his friend, “What’s your name?”
“Jules.”
I stick my hand out to shake his: “Anna.” His smile reveals heavy plaque and bad teeth.
His friend hasn’t turned to greet me, so I touch a clear patch of skin on his arm, “And you?”
He turns, “Wolf.” He shakes my hand, and I resist the urge to rub my hand on my jeans.
Jules says, “Did you hear about Joe?”
I reply, “No, sorry, I don’t know him, what happened?”
Jules says, “He died last night in the park.”
Wolf adds, “They found him with his dog, Wolf.”
Though I’m now confused about whether this man and the dog are both named Wolf, I say, “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”
Wolf has turned back facing the road and says, “Wolf stayed by his side until they found him.”
I say, “Well, he’s not homeless anymore, now he’s home free.”
They ponder this in a moment of silence, then Jules lifts a dirty shirt off the bottle of Chardonnay they’re discreetly hiding and offers, “You want some chardonnay?”
His graciousness catches me by surprise, and my throat tightens, “No, but thank you.”
“It’s good stuff. You don’t drink?”
“Not really, but I appreciate the offer.”
“You want a coat?” He points to his buggy, and I have to blink several more times to disperse excess eye moisture.
When I take my leave, I can’t help but think about my own habitation: I’m spending the winter in a cozy attic, and I’m happy about it to be sure, but it’s a long way from the old, comparatively luxurious home I sold back in Canada, not that there’s anything wrong with that either.
In a text conversation with a friend from home, my friend tells me: I admire what you’ve done, choosing the simple life.
I reply: I made compromises to have this freedom. No room for kids in the budget, not that I need that anymore, but you know what I mean. I made a choice. I’m happy I did.
I tell him about my experience with Jules and Wolf and how Joe died in the park with only his faithful dog trying to nudge him back to life and finish with: Don’t die alone in the park.
Years ago, after my divorce, but still in the snowball of an early mid-life crisis, I read Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning, a story about a psychiatrist finding moments of joy living in a Nazi concentration camp. It changed my perspective or at least tickled the notion of changing my perspective.

I realized a couple things: I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do professionally, and I wasn’t happy.

At the time I didn’t have the awareness to understand what I was doing ‘wrong,’ but I knew I’d have to make some major changes in my life. I started evaluating what was making me happy and what wasn’t.
Change is scary, but it’s the only constant, and we’re either taking charge of changes or following the stream of them. I decided to be proactive about my future happiness. I stopped doing the things in my work that I no longer enjoyed. I gave up a large portion of my income to do this; my reward was time.
Yes, you can buy time.
Cut to today: I’m living in a shared home in Venice Beach, California, working from one of three offices, namely the local area coffee shops with free Wi-Fi. I must now live within a relatively tight budget. I have enough Air Miles to get anywhere (thanks to my past career’s mega marketing expenses), the residual I receive from a modest investment property pays for food, clothing and attic.
A bonus of being an environmentalist is minimization; I’m content with what I have, plus I’d rather not add to landfills by purchasing anything new. I’m joyful (most of the time). My take on happy/joy is thus…

Happiness is situation based: event + perspective = reaction; joy is internally based: perspective = perspective.

I could have changed my perspective toward how I managed my business, but sometimes the little voice inside us (our intuition) says it’s time to move on. Don’t be afraid to listen to it. Or if you are afraid, listen and then dare greatly, anyway.
My friend from home tells me he’s taking a month off from workTesting the cost of freedom. (Good for him, whatever he ultimately decides!)
I live a simple life now. I don’t have lofty goals or a major life purpose that drives me. I try to enjoy each moment. I feel fortunate that I’ve been able to set up my life this way, though it was more by lucky default than strategic planning. And I’m grateful to wake up in a comfortable room with a space heater and not in a park with a bottle of Chardonnay, because there are many here who are just happy to wake up. Period. I’m glad I woke up.
RIP Joe.
What have I (re)learned?
1. Life is simple if not always easy.
2. The ease of life depends on our perspective of it.
3. We can change our perspective, and we can also change our circumstances.

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Top 30 Plants to Detox Your Home.

Via on Jun 20, 2013
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Forget the old lady who lived in a shoe. I’m the young lady who lives in a green womb.

As I sit and type this, I’m relaxing in my hammock, staring out at the broad leaves of my fig, backlit by a fading northern light and at least six dozen Philodendrons and Pothos cascading down from my highest shelves.
I’ve seemed to manage to bring nature indoors—in some artificial way. Pro-forager and recent guest on myConversations series, Tama Matsuoka would say they are all “prisoners of war” – trapped in their tiny pots. History would reveal to us that this is perhaps what nature intended. Evidence shows that the Egyptians brought plants indoors as early as 3rd Century BC. Paleoethnobotanists have also found evidence that plants were grown indoors over 2000 years ago. And The Hanging Gardens of Babylon—whether real or fictional—reveals that potted plants were indeed desirable as part of the architecture of a building.
If anything—we’ve made ourselves prisoners—sitting between four walls anywhere from 15 to 20 hours on average. Think about it: The average city-dweller spends up to 90 percent of her time indoors. It’s no wonder why some of us formerly rural folk have decided to bring some green indoors.
There are many benefits to having plants in our home and office environments. Anecdotally, it both elevates my mood and calms me. Perhaps plant care may feel like a quotidian chore to some people, but the act of watering and trimming plants, if done at the end of a day, is very meditative. Additionally, evapotranspiration from leaves normally raises the humidity in a room by 5-10%, which is particularly good for when air is dry.
Depending on species, plants can act as effective botanical air purification systems. The higher the transpiration rates, the higher the convection currents, which ultimately has a pulling effect on airborne toxins. During the 1980s, NASA found that some species of plants can eliminate up to 87 percent of toxins in the air, including formaldehyde, benzene, toluene, trichloroethylene, carbon monoxide, and even dust. These volatile organic contaminants (VOCs) are off-gassed in homes from paint, varnishes, cleaning solutions, insulations, wood, furniture, carpeting and other products. NASA concluded that 15 to 18 mature air-filtering plants in a house with an area of about 160 square meters could maintain the level of emissions in accordance with our environmental standards. Since that time, multiple studies with varying methods have been conducted. From what I’ve seen from the literature, the following thirty species have been shown to be effective biological air filters:
-       Bamboo Palm (Chamadorea elegans or C. erumpens)
-       Boston Fern (Nephrolepis exaltata)
-       Dwarf date palm (Phoenix roebelini)
-       English ivy (Hedera helix)
-       Florist’s mum (Chrysanthemum morifolium)
-       Gerbera daisy (Gerbera jamesonii)
-       Kimberly queen fern (Nephrolepis obliterrata)
-       Rubber plant (Ficus elastic)
-       Areca palm (Dypsis lutescens)
-       Corn plant (Dracaena fragrans)
-       Janet Craig (Dracaena deremensisI)
-       Peace lily (Spathiphyllum varieties
-       Schefflera (Brassaia actinophylla)
-       Weeping fig (Ficus benjamina)
-       Dendrobium orchid (Dendrobium sp.)
-       Dumbcane (Dieffenbachia sp.)
-       Long leaf fig (Ficus binnendijkii)
-       King of Hearts (Homalomena wallisii)
-       Lady Palm (Rhapis excelsa)
-       Lily turk (Liriope muscari)
-       Spider Plant (Clopophytium comosum)
-       Philodendron (Philodendron sp.)
-       Dragon tree (Dracena marginata)
-       Chinese evergreen (Aglaonema modestum)
-       Flamingo lily (Anthurium andreanum)
-       Areca palm (Dypsis lutescens)
-       Azalea (Azalea sp.)
-       Pothos (Epipremnum aureum)
-       Snake plant (Sansevieria trifasciata)
-       Cast iron plant (Aspidistra sp.)