Today I added a bullet to my professional resume: how to Photoshop my dogs out of blogging pictures. I was chopping vegetables for a salad when they came a runnin’. It happens to these Pavlovian creatures every time they hear me at work on the cutting board. For them, chopping sounds = treats.  It could be carrots, apples, ____ (insert crunchy vegetable or fruit here)–it makes no difference. Chow hounds, I tell ya! But healthy snackers, nonetheless. (Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t know how to Photoshop. I have to lure them outside with peanut butter treats so I can snap some shots without those interlopers.) Today it wasn’t…