I can already see your expressions as you read the title, and they look like an eye-rolling "uhoh what did he do now?" sort of thing. Well, in the words of Ricky Riccardo, "You gots some 'splainin' to do!".... so here goes:
I joined Instagram after getting booted from Facebook: As you know, I committed the grievous sin on Facebook of posting a link to a home movie of the pack, getting accused of spamming, filing a request for a review, and getting tossed out on my ass for requesting that review. I get it. I'm a troublemaker who devalues the online community. Seriously, I deserved permanent exile for what I did. It was inexcusable. I have brought shame to my family. Seppuku might just be the only acceptable solution. Surprisingly, Instagram was going great: I had over 120 followers (which for me is a huge number), I was getting to see dogs in the Roberson family, getting to "know" their owners and how the dogs were living, and Belgians and the people who love them from all over the world, some of them in places like the Alps. I was getting wonderful comments on the pack and slowly getting to "know" some of the other Belgian owners out there, all without a single nasty comment, conflict, or a single unpleasant moment. It was what I'd been looking for in Facebook: Just dogs, dogs, dogs, hold the bullshit, and gimme a side of networking. Then I fucked it all up. I am SUCH an asshole. What a JERK I can be. I downloaded a third party app from the iPhone app store which helped me manage hashtags, which I find confusing and hard to think of; this app would scan the picture to be posted and suggest hashtags, and it worked really, really well.