Balls to your balls

Before I start, I found a bit of home video of meself on the internet.  I thought I'd share it with you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxDRUNtud4I&feature=related

I have a bit of a split personality.

It's not my fault, it's all to do with me parents.  You see, I'm a labradoodle.  Normally I'm all square with that but just recently I've been confused.

You see, me human has just bought me a ball flinger... personally I'd have preferred a Porsche, but we makes do with what we're given.

This ball flinger is brilliant.  As soon as me human flings that ball, the Labrador in me takes over before I can do anything about it and me legs have taken me off in pursuit of the missile.  It takes me a while to get them back in control... usually the Poodle takes over just as I arrive at said ball and says to meself:

'She flung the ball, she must want it, she can come and get it!'  And I drops it and wander off.

The issue, though, is that I sometimes forget where the ball is and me human's nose is useless... and she refuses to get on her hands and knees in the long grass to help.

As a result, I'm not really accumulating a stock of balls.  I tend to lose one and find one, so I'm always even, which ain't much good when you're trying to get more.

Funnily enough Renee says that's a bit like customers.  It's no use using up a whole lot of time, effort and cash attracting new customers if you lose sight of ones you've already got in the long grass.  But how do you keep the ones you've got when there's just you.

Well, don't be a Labradoodle with a split personality for a start...

Assuming that you're not (a doodle, that is) you need to keep looking for new customers but keep in contact with the old ones and the only way to make sure you don't drop the ball is to have PROCESSES for looking after them once you've got them.

It's like an actor and actress who look as though they are really natrural and sparking off each other... it takes a lot of rehearsal to look that spontaneous and your service processes have to be the same.

It may take some time to get them right, but as an investment, it's well worth it.

I thought I was cool...

I have this image of meself in mind...

I'm roguish and rakish, much like Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean, savvy?  Cool, a hit with the ladies and able to do my job (attracting clients into me human's shop) superbly well.

Now I'm not so sure... rather than being Cap'n Jack Sparrow I wonder if I'm actually a bit of Jason King.

If you don't know who Jason King was, 'ave a look at this and you'll see why I'm so worried.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc8q16fttSQ

So what's caused this crisis of confidence I'm suffering from.  Well, I always thought paws planted on middriff and a well aimed lick of the face was a sure fire winner.  Dead cute and 100% certain to get either a) a stroke, b) some food or c) (least important) a new client.

Apparently not.

I recently did my cutish jump up, but it turns out I'm a bit bigger than I remember.  Paws got planted on boobs and comedy paw marks were left on either side of a pristine white T-shirt.  Me human wasn't best pleased.

Okay, not to worry, I can stop that easily enough... but I really put me paw in it on Saturday... literally.

How was I supposed to know that purple paint (and gloss to boot) isn't really good on carpets.  I couldn't help it.  When I saw the lady from over the landing painting her front door, I had to go for it.  Unfortunately I skidded and totally failed to come to a halt.  My front paws ended int he paint pot.

The scream from me human scared me half to death and I made the mistake of running into the house!

Just like you people in business world, I think I need to adjust me approach.  After all, what worked yesterday isn't necessarily goin' to work today.

My human is pretty good at keeping an eye on trends of what's working and isn't, particularly when thinking about marketing.  In fact she spends a day every quarter with some bloke

It Ain't Easy...

...being a dog.

No sooner have I sat down than some one (usually my human) has chucked something across the room...

I try to ignore it but there's something in me that just won't let me.  I have to go and fetch it, bring it back and drop it a my human's feet, only to have the thing thrown across the room again!

Why she can't just let me lie in peace I just don't know.

Being in business is the same - especially if you're running your own business.

My other human is experiencing this a bit right now.  Business is going well and there are a core group of customers who all pay regularly.  The bills are covered and he can even pay himself a little bit, too.  In short, if he was a dog (and he could do worse) he would be content... happy, even, with his lot.

He should kick back a bit, deal witht he work he's got and relax.

Does he listen to me?

No!

He gets an email from a potential customer, he's after like a dog with a bone (excuse the pun).  It's not that he's chasing business, it just comes and, because he runs his own business he feels as though he has to take it.

'After all,' says he, 'you never know when there will be difficult times.'

In a way he's right and my shaggy, dog heart goes out to everyone whocan't do what I do... take mesdlf off into the bedroom and collapse at the foot of the bed.

The secret is, of course, to get enough work so you can pass it out to other people and you can 'manage' rather than 'do'.  The alternative is to be happy with what you've got or bust your buns!

The other thing you need to do is get yourself some help... you know; proper business advice and support.  They can't do the wortk for you but at least you get a trusted adviser who will help you see the wood for the trees... and that can make all the difference.

Obsession

I know it's hard to believe, it's not obsession with me but my obsession with someone else.

You see, I think I may have over done it a bit.

My human is pretty busy at the moment so, as well as Anliang and Richard (me othe human) she has Kerry coming into the office a couple of days a week.  Kerry is at college doin' accounts and this means she's eighteen years old, blonde and very pretty.

Now, I'm blonde and pretty, too, savvy and things seem to be goin' on with me whotsit that I've never experienced before.

The upshot is that when I see Kerry I feel the need to sit and look at her, tongue hanging out of one side of me mouth, for hours on end.

This seems to have had a bit of a negative effect on me human.  For some reason, when Kerry goes home and I need to get attention from elsewhere, she doesn't seem so happy to rub my tum, even when I present it to her to be rubbed.

I got to thinking about this for a bit, 'cos I was trying to see things from her point of view... mostly, if I'm honest, 'cos I need to keep me bread buttered on both sides.

It's a bit like a business getting all lovey dovey with one very big client... every other client gets neglected to a greeter or lesser degree.  This means that when that client goes (and they inevitably will at some point) you're left with a bunch of unhappy clients... or at least neglected clients that are more vulnerable to being nicked by your oppo.

Now, big clients are all well and good and I'm not saying either ignore them or don't given them the service they are looking for.

All I'm saying is don't ignore everyone else, either.

Otherwise you won't get your tummy rubbed.

Savvy?