Comments for Stop Snoring Help http://stopsnoring-help.com Help for the snoring blues Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:53:49 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 Comment on Banish Snoring by Stephanie Sullivan http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1056 Stephanie Sullivan Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:53:49 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1056 Help! Husbands dog eats poop, poops in crate. Worried about having dog around new baby.? My husband got an american bulldog pup right before we found out i was pregnant (completely unexpected). We have tried to housebreak the dog for 7 months now (the dog is almost 9 mos), and he hasn't figured out that its no bueno to poop in his crate (husband lets him out for a last-call poop at 2am, i'm up by 8am to let him out.. usually to find him snoring in his own poop. And no, the crate is not too big!) There's no health problems with him either, and we worm him regularly. BUT, over the last couple of months, he's also decided that eating poop is his favorite new hobby. I've watched him fixate on our other dog, waiting for him to do his duty, just to run over there and *ahem* eat the goodies before they even hit the ground. I feel like we have tried everything, and the problems have not gotten any better. I want to do everything we can for the next few months, but i have serious concerns about having such an unsanitary dog around a new baby. I also dont think its a solution to banish the dog to the back yard when the baby comes (my husband does), especially during the winter!! Whats frustrating is trying not to hold this against the dog. my husband and i are constantly fighting over the dogs problems. We both want to solve the problem, but i think my husband really resents that i'm so concerned with the dogs problems and a new baby. I think to him, i'm just being an overbearing nag. But I dont want the dog near me (i've been a germ-freak during this pregnancy), and feel guilty that i feel i have to keep distance between the dog and myself. So what to do? I feel like we cant win. If we keep the dog in indoors, he poops, if we let him out, he eats poop. Is there a way to break this fecal obsession? Dorothy, thanks for the concern, but the dog is only crated at night. He is with me or outside during the days. In fact, since i've been pregnant, the dog isn't ever left alone for more than a few hours at a time. He goes out often, and we ALWAYS praise him for pottying outside. He doesn't usually poop in the house during the day, only when he is crated at night. We also tried letting him sleep with us, thinking maybe he associated the crate with the bathroom, but he would jump off the bed and poop on the floor instead... Help! Husbands dog eats poop, poops in crate. Worried about having dog around new baby.?
My husband got an american bulldog pup right before we found out i was pregnant (completely unexpected). We have tried to housebreak the dog for 7 months now (the dog is almost 9 mos), and he hasn’t figured out that its no bueno to poop in his crate (husband lets him out for a last-call poop at 2am, i’m up by 8am to let him out.. usually to find him snoring in his own poop. And no, the crate is not too big!) There’s no health problems with him either, and we worm him regularly. BUT, over the last couple of months, he’s also decided that eating poop is his favorite new hobby. I’ve watched him fixate on our other dog, waiting for him to do his duty, just to run over there and *ahem* eat the goodies before they even hit the ground.

I feel like we have tried everything, and the problems have not gotten any better. I want to do everything we can for the next few months, but i have serious concerns about having such an unsanitary dog around a new baby. I also dont think its a solution to banish the dog to the back yard when the baby comes (my husband does), especially during the winter!!

Whats frustrating is trying not to hold this against the dog. my husband and i are constantly fighting over the dogs problems. We both want to solve the problem, but i think my husband really resents that i’m so concerned with the dogs problems and a new baby. I think to him, i’m just being an overbearing nag. But I dont want the dog near me (i’ve been a germ-freak during this pregnancy), and feel guilty that i feel i have to keep distance between the dog and myself.

So what to do? I feel like we cant win. If we keep the dog in indoors, he poops, if we let him out, he eats poop. Is there a way to break this fecal obsession?
Dorothy, thanks for the concern, but the dog is only crated at night. He is with me or outside during the days. In fact, since i’ve been pregnant, the dog isn’t ever left alone for more than a few hours at a time. He goes out often, and we ALWAYS praise him for pottying outside. He doesn’t usually poop in the house during the day, only when he is crated at night. We also tried letting him sleep with us, thinking maybe he associated the crate with the bathroom, but he would jump off the bed and poop on the floor instead…

]]> Comment on Banish Snoring by tanith2706 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1058 tanith2706 Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:44:37 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1058 If anyone has 3 minutes to spare to give me feedback on this short story, please check it out? My prince sits cowering, hands over his pointed ears, knees drawn up to his chest. All around him raindrops beat the earth like a drum, sending dirt pluming skyward. The motes of dust threaten to choke my faerie, and he shivers beneath a mushroom cap, teeth clenched as explosions in the sky meet with streaks of lightning. Minutes pass but to the prince time slows to a near standstill. The booms grow distant as rain falls with less ferocity. My faerie gathers courage and opens his eyes, jaw aching as he becomes aware of how taut he'd held is muscles. Looking up, he sees the horizon growing lighter, the heavy purple receding, and he thinks, surely I have passed the night here. My prince wrinkles his nose in distaste as he looks around at the aftermath of mud and floating debris. The water rises higher and pushes against his thighs as the packed ground loses the battle to absorb much needed moisture. Frantic now and muttering a string of high pitched curses, my princes casts around for anything to hold on to. His tiny hands brush against a birch leaf and he climbs into its center, his weight forcing the edges of the leaf to stretch upwards, sealing off the outside world. Taking off his sodden tunic, my prince reclines in his floating haven, hands supporting his tired head. The rocking motion makes my little faerie quite sleepy and he drifts for a time, unaware of his destination. Slowly the water recedes, leaving my prince afloat on his vessel, beneath a canopy of forest. Droplets of water make their way along the veins of overhead leaves, pooling together until their weight becomes too great to bear. The complete silence is broken only by the sounds of dripping vegetation and tiny snores. One such droplet sails through the air, catching my sleeping prince square in the face, shocking him from his dreaming. My faerie sits up, alarm setting his nerves afire as he fails to realize where he is in this world of green. Standing now, my faerie loses his footing, tumbling into the clear pool of rainwater. Fully awake, he opens his eyes, taking in the shimmering greens and blues. His eyes begin to sting, but he keeps them open, curiosity outweighing discomfort. His gaze falls upon a tiny piece if light. Metal perhaps. Kicking towards it, he manages to grab it before the lack of air forces him to the surface. He clambers onto dry ground, examining his trophy. Delighted, he jumps up and down. Why, it was a sword! Feeling the edge of the needle and finding it smooth puzzles him and he reconsiders his object. Well, whatever it was, it was shiny, pretty and a glorious plaything. Starting to walk east, my prince barely contains his wonder. Each blade of grass is crowned with a bead of water. Rainbows seem to mock him as they flash and disappear when he tries to focus on one in particular. The sky slowly grows dark, my prince was mistaken, banishing the prisms but welcoming the stars. My prince stumbles about, creating wonderful stories for each of the night lights, stories he'd one day whisper into the ear of a child. Craning his neck, the stars wink and merge together into a heavenly blanket as finally all the clouds are carried away. aw thank you so much. That comment meant a lot to me. I'm 16 and trying to figure out if english is something I should pursue. Thanks so much for reading it. haha, well, I wasn't aiming for a plot. There basically wasn't a plot, I just wanted to let people picture in their heads what was taking place, and the more descriptive words I used, the clearer the image. Although I understand that sometimes that can be overdone. I like what I wrote though, and wouldn't want to cut out any of it. If anyone has 3 minutes to spare to give me feedback on this short story, please check it out?
My prince sits cowering, hands over his pointed ears, knees drawn up to his chest. All around him raindrops beat the earth like a drum, sending dirt pluming skyward. The motes of dust threaten to choke my faerie, and he shivers beneath a mushroom cap, teeth clenched as explosions in the sky meet with streaks of lightning. Minutes pass but to the prince time slows to a near standstill. The booms grow distant as rain falls with less ferocity. My faerie gathers courage and opens his eyes, jaw aching as he becomes aware of how taut he’d held is muscles. Looking up, he sees the horizon growing lighter, the heavy purple receding, and he thinks, surely I have passed the night here. My prince wrinkles his nose in distaste as he looks around at the aftermath of mud and floating debris. The water rises higher and pushes against his thighs as the packed ground loses the battle to absorb much needed moisture. Frantic now and muttering a string of high pitched curses, my princes casts around for anything to hold on to. His tiny hands brush against a birch leaf and he climbs into its center, his weight forcing the edges of the leaf to stretch upwards, sealing off the outside world. Taking off his sodden tunic, my prince reclines in his floating haven, hands supporting his tired head. The rocking motion makes my little faerie quite sleepy and he drifts for a time, unaware of his destination. Slowly the water recedes, leaving my prince afloat on his vessel, beneath a canopy of forest. Droplets of water make their way along the veins of overhead leaves, pooling together until their weight becomes too great to bear. The complete silence is broken only by the sounds of dripping vegetation and tiny snores. One such droplet sails through the air, catching my sleeping prince square in the face, shocking him from his dreaming. My faerie sits up, alarm setting his nerves afire as he fails to realize where he is in this world of green. Standing now, my faerie loses his footing, tumbling into the clear pool of rainwater. Fully awake, he opens his eyes, taking in the shimmering greens and blues. His eyes begin to sting, but he keeps them open, curiosity outweighing discomfort. His gaze falls upon a tiny piece if light. Metal perhaps. Kicking towards it, he manages to grab it before the lack of air forces him to the surface. He clambers onto dry ground, examining his trophy. Delighted, he jumps up and down. Why, it was a sword! Feeling the edge of the needle and finding it smooth puzzles him and he reconsiders his object. Well, whatever it was, it was shiny, pretty and a glorious plaything. Starting to walk east, my prince barely contains his wonder. Each blade of grass is crowned with a bead of water. Rainbows seem to mock him as they flash and disappear when he tries to focus on one in particular. The sky slowly grows dark, my prince was mistaken, banishing the prisms but welcoming the stars. My prince stumbles about, creating wonderful stories for each of the night lights, stories he’d one day whisper into the ear of a child. Craning his neck, the stars wink and merge together into a heavenly blanket as finally all the clouds are carried away.
aw thank you so much. That comment meant a lot to me. I’m 16 and trying to figure out if english is something I should pursue. Thanks so much for reading it.
haha, well, I wasn’t aiming for a plot. There basically wasn’t a plot, I just wanted to let people picture in their heads what was taking place, and the more descriptive words I used, the clearer the image. Although I understand that sometimes that can be overdone. I like what I wrote though, and wouldn’t want to cut out any of it.

]]> Comment on How To Banish Snoring by tanith2706 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1026/how-to-banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1052 tanith2706 Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:44:37 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1026/how-to-banish-snoring#comment-1052 If anyone has 3 minutes to spare to give me feedback on this short story, please check it out? My prince sits cowering, hands over his pointed ears, knees drawn up to his chest. All around him raindrops beat the earth like a drum, sending dirt pluming skyward. The motes of dust threaten to choke my faerie, and he shivers beneath a mushroom cap, teeth clenched as explosions in the sky meet with streaks of lightning. Minutes pass but to the prince time slows to a near standstill. The booms grow distant as rain falls with less ferocity. My faerie gathers courage and opens his eyes, jaw aching as he becomes aware of how taut he'd held is muscles. Looking up, he sees the horizon growing lighter, the heavy purple receding, and he thinks, surely I have passed the night here. My prince wrinkles his nose in distaste as he looks around at the aftermath of mud and floating debris. The water rises higher and pushes against his thighs as the packed ground loses the battle to absorb much needed moisture. Frantic now and muttering a string of high pitched curses, my princes casts around for anything to hold on to. His tiny hands brush against a birch leaf and he climbs into its center, his weight forcing the edges of the leaf to stretch upwards, sealing off the outside world. Taking off his sodden tunic, my prince reclines in his floating haven, hands supporting his tired head. The rocking motion makes my little faerie quite sleepy and he drifts for a time, unaware of his destination. Slowly the water recedes, leaving my prince afloat on his vessel, beneath a canopy of forest. Droplets of water make their way along the veins of overhead leaves, pooling together until their weight becomes too great to bear. The complete silence is broken only by the sounds of dripping vegetation and tiny snores. One such droplet sails through the air, catching my sleeping prince square in the face, shocking him from his dreaming. My faerie sits up, alarm setting his nerves afire as he fails to realize where he is in this world of green. Standing now, my faerie loses his footing, tumbling into the clear pool of rainwater. Fully awake, he opens his eyes, taking in the shimmering greens and blues. His eyes begin to sting, but he keeps them open, curiosity outweighing discomfort. His gaze falls upon a tiny piece if light. Metal perhaps. Kicking towards it, he manages to grab it before the lack of air forces him to the surface. He clambers onto dry ground, examining his trophy. Delighted, he jumps up and down. Why, it was a sword! Feeling the edge of the needle and finding it smooth puzzles him and he reconsiders his object. Well, whatever it was, it was shiny, pretty and a glorious plaything. Starting to walk east, my prince barely contains his wonder. Each blade of grass is crowned with a bead of water. Rainbows seem to mock him as they flash and disappear when he tries to focus on one in particular. The sky slowly grows dark, my prince was mistaken, banishing the prisms but welcoming the stars. My prince stumbles about, creating wonderful stories for each of the night lights, stories he'd one day whisper into the ear of a child. Craning his neck, the stars wink and merge together into a heavenly blanket as finally all the clouds are carried away. aw thank you so much. That comment meant a lot to me. I'm 16 and trying to figure out if english is something I should pursue. Thanks so much for reading it. haha, well, I wasn't aiming for a plot. There basically wasn't a plot, I just wanted to let people picture in their heads what was taking place, and the more descriptive words I used, the clearer the image. Although I understand that sometimes that can be overdone. I like what I wrote though, and wouldn't want to cut out any of it. If anyone has 3 minutes to spare to give me feedback on this short story, please check it out?
My prince sits cowering, hands over his pointed ears, knees drawn up to his chest. All around him raindrops beat the earth like a drum, sending dirt pluming skyward. The motes of dust threaten to choke my faerie, and he shivers beneath a mushroom cap, teeth clenched as explosions in the sky meet with streaks of lightning. Minutes pass but to the prince time slows to a near standstill. The booms grow distant as rain falls with less ferocity. My faerie gathers courage and opens his eyes, jaw aching as he becomes aware of how taut he’d held is muscles. Looking up, he sees the horizon growing lighter, the heavy purple receding, and he thinks, surely I have passed the night here. My prince wrinkles his nose in distaste as he looks around at the aftermath of mud and floating debris. The water rises higher and pushes against his thighs as the packed ground loses the battle to absorb much needed moisture. Frantic now and muttering a string of high pitched curses, my princes casts around for anything to hold on to. His tiny hands brush against a birch leaf and he climbs into its center, his weight forcing the edges of the leaf to stretch upwards, sealing off the outside world. Taking off his sodden tunic, my prince reclines in his floating haven, hands supporting his tired head. The rocking motion makes my little faerie quite sleepy and he drifts for a time, unaware of his destination. Slowly the water recedes, leaving my prince afloat on his vessel, beneath a canopy of forest. Droplets of water make their way along the veins of overhead leaves, pooling together until their weight becomes too great to bear. The complete silence is broken only by the sounds of dripping vegetation and tiny snores. One such droplet sails through the air, catching my sleeping prince square in the face, shocking him from his dreaming. My faerie sits up, alarm setting his nerves afire as he fails to realize where he is in this world of green. Standing now, my faerie loses his footing, tumbling into the clear pool of rainwater. Fully awake, he opens his eyes, taking in the shimmering greens and blues. His eyes begin to sting, but he keeps them open, curiosity outweighing discomfort. His gaze falls upon a tiny piece if light. Metal perhaps. Kicking towards it, he manages to grab it before the lack of air forces him to the surface. He clambers onto dry ground, examining his trophy. Delighted, he jumps up and down. Why, it was a sword! Feeling the edge of the needle and finding it smooth puzzles him and he reconsiders his object. Well, whatever it was, it was shiny, pretty and a glorious plaything. Starting to walk east, my prince barely contains his wonder. Each blade of grass is crowned with a bead of water. Rainbows seem to mock him as they flash and disappear when he tries to focus on one in particular. The sky slowly grows dark, my prince was mistaken, banishing the prisms but welcoming the stars. My prince stumbles about, creating wonderful stories for each of the night lights, stories he’d one day whisper into the ear of a child. Craning his neck, the stars wink and merge together into a heavenly blanket as finally all the clouds are carried away.
aw thank you so much. That comment meant a lot to me. I’m 16 and trying to figure out if english is something I should pursue. Thanks so much for reading it.
haha, well, I wasn’t aiming for a plot. There basically wasn’t a plot, I just wanted to let people picture in their heads what was taking place, and the more descriptive words I used, the clearer the image. Although I understand that sometimes that can be overdone. I like what I wrote though, and wouldn’t want to cut out any of it.

]]> Comment on Banish Snoring by kingdovregubben http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1054 kingdovregubben Thu, 27 Dec 2007 01:32:09 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1054 What should be done about my snoring? My poor dear sainted wife is tearing her hair out and threatening to banish me to the guest bedroom if I am not able to get "a grip" and cease my night time racket. Do you kind people know of a solution to this problem? What should be done about my snoring?
My poor dear sainted wife is tearing her hair out and threatening to banish me to the guest bedroom if I am not able to get “a grip” and cease my night time racket.

Do you kind people know of a solution to this problem?

]]> Comment on Banish Snoring by Anonymous http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1057 Anonymous Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1057 I just wanted to add, I know a baby who picked up worms from my friends dog. I'm not trying to make you paranoid- I just agree that it's important to break your dog of this. I just wanted to add, I know a baby who picked up worms from my friends dog. I’m not trying to make you paranoid- I just agree that it’s important to break your dog of this.

]]> Comment on Banish Snoring by Anonymous http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1059 Anonymous Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1059 Its amazing! Please ignore any negative comments. Of course if it was to be published it may be edited somewhat, as does any text, but it is a brilliant piece of descriptive, creative writing. You clearly have a talent that is worth developing and persuing. I love you, you are awesome lol :-) I read all of your questions, you remind me of me when I was younger (im 25 now lol). I ALWAYS wanted to be a writer and an artist when I was younger... my family of course tried to discourage this and tried to encourage a 'normal' 9-5 job. But I never listened, I just persued my dream, in spite of their criticism, in spite of being bullied relentlessly at school for being a little quirky. Now... Im a writer and artist and I run art classes for children- inspiring the next generation I hope :-) Sooo... ny message to you- follow your dreams, ALWAYS be youself, and no matter what problems may be in your life right now- be strong and your dreams will come too and any problems will fade away. Good luck with your writing!! Love and best wishes, Holly xxx Its amazing! Please ignore any negative comments. Of course if it was to be published it may be edited somewhat, as does any text, but it is a brilliant piece of descriptive, creative writing. You clearly have a talent that is worth developing and persuing.
I love you, you are awesome lol :-)
I read all of your questions, you remind me of me when I was younger (im 25 now lol).
I ALWAYS wanted to be a writer and an artist when I was younger… my family of course tried to discourage this and tried to encourage a ‘normal’ 9-5 job. But I never listened, I just persued my dream, in spite of their criticism, in spite of being bullied relentlessly at school for being a little quirky. Now… Im a writer and artist and I run art classes for children- inspiring the next generation I hope :-)
Sooo… ny message to you- follow your dreams, ALWAYS be youself, and no matter what problems may be in your life right now- be strong and your dreams will come too and any problems will fade away.
Good luck with your writing!!
Love and best wishes, Holly xxx

]]> Comment on Banish Snoring by Anonymous http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1055 Anonymous Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1031/banish-snoring#comment-1055 It is an actual medical problem. You need to visit your family physician. After tests that will pinpoint the problem, there are a variety of treatments to choose from. Don't go whining you can't afford a doctor or that you don't think it's serious enough to see a doctor about: snoring is very often a sign of sleep apnea, which can lead to heart disease, stroke and death. It is an actual medical problem. You need to visit your family physician. After tests that will pinpoint the problem, there are a variety of treatments to choose from. Don’t go whining you can’t afford a doctor or that you don’t think it’s serious enough to see a doctor about: snoring is very often a sign of sleep apnea, which can lead to heart disease, stroke and death.

]]> Comment on How To Banish Snoring by Anonymous http://stopsnoring-help.com/1026/how-to-banish-snoring/comment-page-1#comment-1053 Anonymous Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://stopsnoring-help.com/1026/how-to-banish-snoring#comment-1053 Its amazing! Please ignore any negative comments. Of course if it was to be published it may be edited somewhat, as does any text, but it is a brilliant piece of descriptive, creative writing. You clearly have a talent that is worth developing and persuing. I love you, you are awesome lol :-) I read all of your questions, you remind me of me when I was younger (im 25 now lol). I ALWAYS wanted to be a writer and an artist when I was younger... my family of course tried to discourage this and tried to encourage a 'normal' 9-5 job. But I never listened, I just persued my dream, in spite of their criticism, in spite of being bullied relentlessly at school for being a little quirky. Now... Im a writer and artist and I run art classes for children- inspiring the next generation I hope :-) Sooo... ny message to you- follow your dreams, ALWAYS be youself, and no matter what problems may be in your life right now- be strong and your dreams will come too and any problems will fade away. Good luck with your writing!! Love and best wishes, Holly xxx Its amazing! Please ignore any negative comments. Of course if it was to be published it may be edited somewhat, as does any text, but it is a brilliant piece of descriptive, creative writing. You clearly have a talent that is worth developing and persuing.
I love you, you are awesome lol :-)
I read all of your questions, you remind me of me when I was younger (im 25 now lol).
I ALWAYS wanted to be a writer and an artist when I was younger… my family of course tried to discourage this and tried to encourage a ‘normal’ 9-5 job. But I never listened, I just persued my dream, in spite of their criticism, in spite of being bullied relentlessly at school for being a little quirky. Now… Im a writer and artist and I run art classes for children- inspiring the next generation I hope :-)
Sooo… ny message to you- follow your dreams, ALWAYS be youself, and no matter what problems may be in your life right now- be strong and your dreams will come too and any problems will fade away.
Good luck with your writing!!
Love and best wishes, Holly xxx

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