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		By: Jodi		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-108033</link>

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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2014 19:19:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For me and my dogs it&#039;s the same.  The woods and field where we walk, it&#039;s absolutely our favorite place.

You can see their excitement when you put their collars on and get them in the car and when we pull up to the park they are waiting at the hatch to escape.  I can&#039;t be sure, but I suspect we each let out a deep sigh as our feet touch the gravel path.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For me and my dogs it&#8217;s the same.  The woods and field where we walk, it&#8217;s absolutely our favorite place.</p>
<p>You can see their excitement when you put their collars on and get them in the car and when we pull up to the park they are waiting at the hatch to escape.  I can&#8217;t be sure, but I suspect we each let out a deep sigh as our feet touch the gravel path.</p>
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		By: Callie, Shadow, and Ducky's Mom		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Callie, Shadow, and Ducky's Mom]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2014 22:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kissy and I had a special place when we were still living on Long Island.  It was Bear Mountain State Park.  Although it was a place that I would never have gone to if I had not dated Sam&#039;s predecessor in my life and I had a love/hate relationship with it for that reason, Kissy loved it whether we went by ourselves or with someone else.  So, how could I deny her the joy she found just walking the path around the lake or on the grassy  knoll opposite the hotel/restaurant parking lot?  It was her  place that she shared  with me.  And she knew -- when we had gotten to a particular bend in the road -- exactly where we were going.  She would awaken from a nap on the back seat of my car and start going from one side window to the other and back again, whining and barking in excitement.  As we pulled into the entrance to the parking lot, and up to the parking attendant&#039;s booth, she would be jumping all over and around the back seat.  As I put the car in park, she would settle just enough for me to clip her leash on to her collar.  Then we&#039;d get out of the car, I&#039;d lock it and stick the keys into my fannypak, and away we would go on our walk, sometimes past the zoo (but not in it), and then a play romp in the grass.  On the way home, I&#039;d stop at a restaurant in Pearl River that the ex and I used to stop at and pick up two &quot;nude&quot; burgers -- one for Kissy and one for me -- to eat when we got home.  (It always amazed me how I never ran into the ex at that restaurant after we broke up.)  As soon as I pulled out onto the road to head home, Kissy went to sleep on the back seat and slept until we were turning on to our own street.  And she never really got excited about returning home, unless we were coming home from somewhere she didn&#039;t want to be.  I wonder sometimes if she ever missed our trips to Bear Mountain after we moved down here.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kissy and I had a special place when we were still living on Long Island.  It was Bear Mountain State Park.  Although it was a place that I would never have gone to if I had not dated Sam&#8217;s predecessor in my life and I had a love/hate relationship with it for that reason, Kissy loved it whether we went by ourselves or with someone else.  So, how could I deny her the joy she found just walking the path around the lake or on the grassy  knoll opposite the hotel/restaurant parking lot?  It was her  place that she shared  with me.  And she knew &#8212; when we had gotten to a particular bend in the road &#8212; exactly where we were going.  She would awaken from a nap on the back seat of my car and start going from one side window to the other and back again, whining and barking in excitement.  As we pulled into the entrance to the parking lot, and up to the parking attendant&#8217;s booth, she would be jumping all over and around the back seat.  As I put the car in park, she would settle just enough for me to clip her leash on to her collar.  Then we&#8217;d get out of the car, I&#8217;d lock it and stick the keys into my fannypak, and away we would go on our walk, sometimes past the zoo (but not in it), and then a play romp in the grass.  On the way home, I&#8217;d stop at a restaurant in Pearl River that the ex and I used to stop at and pick up two &#8220;nude&#8221; burgers &#8212; one for Kissy and one for me &#8212; to eat when we got home.  (It always amazed me how I never ran into the ex at that restaurant after we broke up.)  As soon as I pulled out onto the road to head home, Kissy went to sleep on the back seat and slept until we were turning on to our own street.  And she never really got excited about returning home, unless we were coming home from somewhere she didn&#8217;t want to be.  I wonder sometimes if she ever missed our trips to Bear Mountain after we moved down here.</p>
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		By: Linda - Alfie's Blog		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-107930</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Linda - Alfie's Blog]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2014 01:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Our Alfie has a better sense of direction than I have so as soon as I see him start bouncing around I know that we&#039;re near a park, or the part of the park he likes the most - like where he can go swimming or where I usually throw his ball. He also knows exactly where all pet shops and butcher&#039;s are located. For a long time he was the only one out of the two of us who new the exact route from the train station to my friend&#039;s place and her dog, one of his favourite places in the world :-)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our Alfie has a better sense of direction than I have so as soon as I see him start bouncing around I know that we&#8217;re near a park, or the part of the park he likes the most &#8211; like where he can go swimming or where I usually throw his ball. He also knows exactly where all pet shops and butcher&#8217;s are located. For a long time he was the only one out of the two of us who new the exact route from the train station to my friend&#8217;s place and her dog, one of his favourite places in the world 🙂</p>
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		By: Maggie		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-107927</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Maggie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 22:16:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I would have loved to take your journal writing class! My guys had the same reaction when we&#039;d visit my parents. They&#039;d recline in the car until about a half mile away, at which point they&#039;d all stand up and start wagging, panting, and whining. Same thing when I&#039;d take Emmett to the hospital where he &quot;worked.&quot; A couple blocks away, he&#039;d perk right up. Interestingly, in that Brian Hare book (gah - the name is escaping me) he talked about studies showing just how bad dogs are at navigation. They must be taking their cues from sensory details.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would have loved to take your journal writing class! My guys had the same reaction when we&#8217;d visit my parents. They&#8217;d recline in the car until about a half mile away, at which point they&#8217;d all stand up and start wagging, panting, and whining. Same thing when I&#8217;d take Emmett to the hospital where he &#8220;worked.&#8221; A couple blocks away, he&#8217;d perk right up. Interestingly, in that Brian Hare book (gah &#8211; the name is escaping me) he talked about studies showing just how bad dogs are at navigation. They must be taking their cues from sensory details.</p>
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		By: emma		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-107926</link>

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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 21:51:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We definitely recognize when we are arriving at a favorite place. We can sleep for hours in the car on all kinds of roads but when we near places like Gramma&#039;s or in Germany, the North Sea beach everything changes and we wake up and get all excited.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We definitely recognize when we are arriving at a favorite place. We can sleep for hours in the car on all kinds of roads but when we near places like Gramma&#8217;s or in Germany, the North Sea beach everything changes and we wake up and get all excited.</p>
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		By: Roxy the traveling dog		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-107915</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Roxy the traveling dog]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 15:10:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wonderful post. These two know places and hold the memory for a very long time.  It  amazes me when we go back to a place a year later, and they know exactly were we are.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful post. These two know places and hold the memory for a very long time.  It  amazes me when we go back to a place a year later, and they know exactly were we are.</p>
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		By: Ann Sowards		</title>
		<link>https://www.somethingwagging.com/celebrate-the-power-of-place/#comment-107914</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ann Sowards]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 14:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I love the photo of Honey racing herself near the Falls.   Great story about the women&#039;s group, too!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the photo of Honey racing herself near the Falls.   Great story about the women&#8217;s group, too!</p>
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