Belinda Says Hay: “Airbnb”

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Hello. It’s Belinda.

First of all, Happy Father’s Day to everyone who celebrates. I hope you can take the day off to relax. If not, try to grab a few extra treats from the jar.                                                                        

Speaking of relaxing, did you see my Facebook post on Tuesday? I mentioned I have “vacation fever.”  

It’s all over the TV commercials. People flying off to Jamaica or walking through herds of sheep in Ireland. I could use a change of scenery too for a few days. Come back refreshed. 

My roommate reminded me that I just took time off for my elbow accident. “Besides, you just became a manager. Abigail might need you for something.” 

Her comments are one of the reasons I need to get away, if you want to know the truth. 

Anyway, I guess my agent read my post. She showed up on Tuesday and told me to pack my bags. Said she’d booked me into “a cozy new Airbnb” for a few days. 

I didn’t want to sound ungrateful but I’ve seen Airbnb on TV and I’m not a fan. If humans want to rent out their extra bedroom or tool shed to strangers for the night, that’s fine for them. But I’m too private to let a rabbit I don’t know into my pen. Even if the money is good.  

And while I can be flexible about where I stay for a night or two, I would rather see the room before I commit. 

Well it turned out when my agent said “Airbnb” she really meant the storage area on her third floor. Usually that space is full of Small Pet Select boxes – hay and toys and Castle sections. Ramps and bridges and forts. Digging boxes. Herbal mixes. Healthy snackers.  

But I guess she unpacked all of those boxes for Justice and Bill, the rabbits who moved here from Las Vegas. Because to my surprise they are not only living with my agent, they are set up in the guest room. Where I usually stay.

Anyway, it’s not my house. If I have to stay in the storeroom, that’s fine.  

And while I was expecting to hang out for the week, my agent had other plans. We spent the whole time working on the email situation. Trying to figure out why some people are not getting my blogs on Sundays. 

I don’t know how to “code” but I’ll do just about anything to fix this mess.

First of all, my friends are going to think I’m not sending emails to them anymore. Which is not the case. 

Also I have to hit my numbers. If I’m not able to remind everyone about pear blueberry healthy snackers and the rest, sales are going to tank. I don’t need that on my conscience.

I sure hope everyone gets this. If you have a chance, leave a comment for me on Facebook.

After all this email nonsense I need a vacation more than ever.



Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select


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Belinda Says Hay: “This email is not funny.”

Belinda says hay e-mail blog

Hello. It’s Belinda.

There's a bad joke making the rounds here at home. It goes like this:

“I sent you an email.

If you don’t get it, let me know.

And I’ll send you another one.”

That's my roommate, trying to make me laugh. Because I’m dealing with a situation at work.

I didn’t laugh, but I did think, “Don’t quit your day job.” Not that she has one.

Anyway, there’s something hinky with the company email system and there is nothing funny about it.

Worst of all, I thought everything was fine until my friend “Rose Ronan” left me a message on Facebook:

I read that three times and then I said, “Hold the hoe.”

How long has this been going on?

Every week I write my blog. My agent puts my blog into the email system. When it all looks good, she hits a button labeled “send” or “mail now” or similar.

Then the emails shoot out into the internet. This is where it gets interesting.

Because Rose Ronan isn’t the only one.

Some of my blogs are landing where they’re supposed to. But others are lost on the internet somewhere. It could have something to do with time zones or solar flares, which I heard about on TV.

I don't understand how it all works, if you want to know the truth.

But now that I’m in management, I can’t just complain. I’m supposed to come up with solutions. If Andrew Carnegie had a problem with his email, would he just pace up and down inside the steel mill?

No. He would find another way to get his blogs to customers. And that’s exactly what I did.

My solution is to print my emails, fold them neatly, and ship them to everyone. If we can send hay and pellets and healthy snackers straight to the door, we can toss a blog post into the box.

I wrote a proposal explaining how it all would work and gave it to my agent to review. She pretended to read it but I could see that her eyes weren’t moving.

She was just delaying. Didn’t want to tell me, once again, that my idea was impractical.

Finally she blurted it out.

“Belinda, this is a very creative solution to the email situation.”

I waited.

“The good news is we have technology experts working on this around the clock. It will be fixed in no time.”

Then she told me it would be “too expensive” to mail tens of thousands of blogs posts every week. I assumed we could just throw them in the box with the weekly orders but it turns out customers order once a month or so, not every week.

Which was news to me.

In the meantime, I hope these technology experts can stuff envelopes because I have to hit my numbers.



Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

NOTE: although we always appreciate Belinda's enthusiasm, and agree she comes up with some creative solutions, please be aware that we aren't, and can't, send out her blog by snail mail.  We are very sorry if any of you have missed her weekly blogs, and rest assured, we are working hard on it.  Especially now, since Belinda is, um, supervising our efforts. - The Agent


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Belinda Says Hay: “Leadership Training”

belinda says hay leadership training

Hello. It’s Belinda.

While my elbow was healing I had to stay in the sick pen. Which wasn’t so good for my emotional health, if you want to know the truth. Cooped up for 10 days when I’m supposed to be managing Abigail, my new employee.

And I’m already running into a snag with that because Abigail is on “California time.” I keep scheduling her for meetings and she doesn’t show up until hours later because I can’t do the math.

One day last week she woke up at 3 o’clock in the morning to dial in because that’s what I put on the calendar. I felt terrible.

My roommate said I should use the days in the sick pen to “bone up” on management and leadership topics. I just ignored her. Not in the mood for puns or self-help nonsense.

But then she gave me a book by one of the greats.  Maybe you’ve heard of him.

“Dale Carnegie.”

He’s a big deal here in Pittsburgh. There’s a library named after him, and a museum. A science center and half a university. Even a town.

All because he made a lot of money running steel mills. Plus he somehow found time to write a book called “How to Win Friends and Influence People.”

I figured if he could do all of that, I should read what he taught about how to be a good leader. So I skipped to the part where he lists the tips and tricks.

Here are just a few:

 “Call attention to people's mistakes indirectly.“ 

“Talk about your own mistakes before criticizing the other person.”

“Ask questions instead of giving direct orders.“

“Make the other person happy about doing what you suggest.“

At this point I stopped reading.

From what I could tell, Dale Carnegie might know how to run steel mills but he has no idea what I’m up against. Not a single one of his tips is going to make “11 a.m.” mean the same thing to everybody, like it did in the old days.

I know my roommate was only trying to help by lending that book to me. But next time I’ll say no thank you. And here’s why.

The next day, she was sweeping the sick pen when she found my notes about steel mills.

“Belinda, you work for a hay company. Why are you researching the steel industry?”

I pretended to be asleep.

Then I heard the broom smack into “How to Win Friends and Influence People.” She stopped sweeping and turned to look at me.

“Belinda. Did you think Dale Carnegie owned steel mills?”

If she could just stay out of my work papers.

Then she laughed and said that was Andrew. “Andrew Carnegie.” He’s the one with all the museums and plaques.

So there you go.

Obviously I need to track down books by Andrew Carnegie. Might take an Uber to his library.

In the meantime, I know someone who should brush up on “how to win friends.”



Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select


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Belinda Says Hay: “An Accident at Home”

belinda say hay accident

Hello. It’s Belinda.

My first week as a manager went pretty smoothly.

Abigail, the novelist I hired, got her work done ahead of time. So her first blog post was ready to go for Wednesday’s email. Next week’s chapter is also done, so I’m off the hook with that too.

I hope you read Abigail’s first post. It’s a “cliffhanger” and you do not want to miss what happens next in her novel.

All I can say is it’s easy to be a good manager when you have employees like Abigail. She’s on her game, if you know what I mean.

And it’s a good thing the week was easy because, on Sunday, I had an accident at home.

I’m OK, but I had to go to the vet. I even had to get an X-ray of my elbow.

You might wonder if I have “carpal tunnel” from all the extra paperwork at my job or from trying to dig an actual tunnel.

The truth is a lot more embarrassing. I was goofing around on the furniture and I slipped and fell. I landed the wrong way and I hit my elbow on the floor.

My roommate saw the whole thing. I tried to act like everything was fine, but you can’t hide anything from her.

First thing she did was put me in the pen so I couldn’t run up and down the steps. I did a lap to show her my leg didn’t hurt but the problem was it did hurt.

When it got bad I lifted my paw off the floor and held it in the air. I tried to act casual, like it was just a new way to stand.

Next thing you know I’m on my way home from the vet with some pain medicine and doctor’s orders to “take it easy” for the week. I had to call in sick on Monday and Tuesday, which is the last way I wanted to start my new role.

My agent took care of getting Abigail settled and excused me from some meetings. She was very understanding about the whole thing, which is more than I can say for my roommate.

And here’s why. On Tuesday morning, when my roommate was rinsing out my water bowl, she gave me a side look.

“Belinda, I keep thinking about this accident. About the timing.”

I wasn't sure where she was going.

“You play on the steps and on the furniture all the time. But the day before you start your new position, you fall and get hurt.”

Then she said it.

She asked if my accident was “self-sabotage.”

I don’t need to prove myself to her.



Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

Belinda Says Hay: “Finally, My Big Announcement”

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Hello. It’s Belinda.

Well, today’s the day. I finally get to make my big announcement.

I hired another rabbit.

Can you believe it?

You might be wondering if I have the authority to do this and the answer is no. But I “rolled the dice” as they say in Las Vegas and I lucked out.

Her name is Abigail, she’s a Netherland Dwarf and she’s now part of the Small Pet Select writing team.

And get this: She’s a novelist. She’s writing a book about life with her roommate, “Dad.” He never lived with a rabbit before she moved in so she had to teach him everything from scratch.

So what does all of this mean? It means that every Wednesday, you’ll get a chapter of “Through Abigail’s Eyes” in your email. I hope you sign up for the emails because Abigail’s novel is going to be a big smash hit. Once I started reading my advance copy I couldn’t put it down, if you want to know the truth.

This announcement also means I'm moving into management. I can’t believe it.

It’s funny how well things have turned out, considering the fast one I pulled.

The thing is, for weeks before my birthday, I thought I was going to fired. My roommate and my agent kept acting funny, sneaking around and mumbling about “Earth Day cards” and “inviting other rabbits.”  

It seemed obvious to me that Small Pet Select was looking for a new spokesrabbit. But instead of giving me a pink slip, they gave me the best surprise birthday bash of my life. And my friends mailed me 65 birthday cards, not Earth Day cards. I just wish I had asked my agent what was going on instead of thinking the worst.

But I got so worked up that I went behind her back and called a notary office. To make arrangements for what would happen after I was let go.  

Here’s what everyone needs to remember. I’ve put a lot of myself into this job since I was hired last September. Figured out how to hack into the system to add big white bunnies to the Top 10 Cuties. Got up the nerve to work the table with Josh at Midwest BunFest. Earned record-breaking sales for my Belinda Bundle. Helped the Las Vegas rabbits. Learned how to develop new product ideas and not take it personally when all my ideas are rejected.

Plus a lot more behind the scenes.

I didn’t want all my hard work and good ideas to be undone by a new spokesrabbit. A new rabbit would want to “make their mark.”

So I thought if I hired Abigail she could do two things. One, as a novelist, give the rabbit’s point of view in a new way.  And two, be my “mole” inside the company. Help to keep my ideas and projects going, even after I was gone.

It seemed like a good exit strategy. So I offered her the job and she accepted. The notary drew up the papers and sent it off to Mr. Gordon at headquarters. I guess when he saw the notary stamp at the bottom he knew he was cornered.

But then my birthday arrived and “surprise,” I wasn’t fired after all.

So ever since then, I’m the one who has felt cornered. Waking up in the middle of the night, wondering if the company would want two rabbits on the payroll. Worried that I’d be written up for hiring an employee without permission.

It took a couple of weeks but we got the whole thing worked out. Turns out they think that Abigail's novel is just the right addition to the company blogs.

I’ve never been a manager before. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. If I want my boyfriend’s companion or the English to do something, I just chase them. That’s fine for at home but at work I have to use “total quality management.” I’m five years old and I’m ready for the challenge.

This whole thing has been a whirlwind and I’m glad we can finally get back to selling hay.



Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select