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Polite beggars

So cordial, aren’t they. Siting as pretty as you could expect a couple of domesticated wolves to sit. The thing is, I walked toward my camera. That’s it. Just in its general direction. And they were at my heels, WHERE’S THE TREAT WHERE’S THE TREAT WHERE’S THE TREAT. I can’t take a simple photo of the girls anymore without a dog shoving its nose in the frame.

It’s my own fault, and it’s not a bad problem to have, I totally understand that. I do hope all those people offering e-courses on blogging are hip to this problem because YOUR DOG WILL BECOME PARIS HILTON.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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