On dogs and leashes: A question

I wasn’t sure about writing this post. This blog is about positive things and this is not in line with that. If you’re someone that’s sensitive about animals, I caution you to read no further.

I was walking my doggies yesterday and we walked by a group of people sitting and chatting. They had two dogs. One wasn’t on a leash and it attacked us.

A horrible dog fight ensued.

Rest assured, my lovely reader that there were no injuries. At least none of the type that leave blood behind. Still, there were bites and the other dog left limping.

And I was a shaky mess by the time it was all over.

I called the city to report the incident and they gave me some recommendations. Of course, they would prefer everyone keep their dog on a leash or behind a fence so that this sort of incident doesn’t happen. But, since some people don’t, they recommended carrying dog spray. Apparently, the spray doesn’t do any permanent damage but will stop a dog from attacking.

I thought I’d share this incident and ask for ideas. Does anyone else have experience with this and do they have any suggestions? (hopefully one that doesn’t involve hurting any of the dogs)

If we were having coffee

(credit:Church Designer Magazine)

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you this week has been a mix of hectic, chaotic and lovely. My hubby and his best friend Shane took down our shower and put a new one back up. The project didn’t happen without chaos and more than one panicky moment where we believed we’d never shower again. Still, we now have a new shower and though it leaks and the shower head and the controls are on different walls, it works and that’s all we care about.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the sunshine here has been nothing short of glorious. Never mind the fact that you need layers and layers to enjoy said sunshine, it’s here and I’ve never received a gift with more joy.

Finally, if we were having coffee, I’d ramble on about how much I’m enjoying mine. Sure, tomorrow, I’m going back to work and it’s looking pretty gloomy outside right now. But such petty concerns fade under the scent of a lovely cup of coffee. Isn’t it just a wonderful morning drink?

A huge thanks to  Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!



What started out as an innocent, male-bonding exercise has changed into a major bathroom reno. Hubby and his bestie, Shane had no qualms about tearing our shower apart and they didn’t think adding the bathtub and floor into their plans was a big deal.

I beg to differ.

Day 3 and that’s what we have instead of a shower

They also have, for reasons known only to their brains, decided that the shower head and the shower controls need to be in different walls of the shower. When asked for an explanation, their answer was both vague and confusing, involving words like air ducts, joist beams and electrical work. I, however, managed to understand.

They’re crazy.

After two days of hammering, nailing, sawing, banging and only the gods know what else the only thing we have to show for all that noise is a dust-covered construction area too dangerous for anyone to walk through without protective gear.


The only ones unaffected by the sudden and untimely death of our bathroom are our pooches. They’re delighted with their walks and unperturbed about the length of this male-bonding exercise.

Meanwhile, I dream about having a long, hot shower.


Oh oh

My hubby has a friend called Shane. They hang out and try to get into as much trouble as possible without actually killing each other. One time, they were up on the roof shovelling the snow. Another, they tried to get rid of a wasp nest by blowing it up.


This time, their victim was our bathroom.

They were sure they could make our bathroom magazine-ready. They were sure they could take out the old shower through the door. They were sure they would be done in one day.

Bets were made.

But, a day later, the only thing I know for sure is that I can’t take a shower.

A gift for Ocean

Ocean is one of our doggies. Unlike River, our other pooch, she’s full of energy. He’d rather lay around all day but Ocean bounces around our house like a jack-in-the-box.

Since they both have different levels of energy and they insist on walking together, it’s hard to know how long to walk them. Too long, you tire River out. Too short and Ocean is antsy.

Then, I found this.


It might look weird but that contraption is actually a backpack for dogs. You put it on their back and strap it around them. In the pockets, they can carry anything and, by doing so, they burn a little more energy than simply walking.


I wondered if Ocean would tolerate it, but she loved it. And now, she carries our house keys, our bags for…well…for…ahem…poop. And she does so with delight at her little job.

This has resulted in us doing more walks and longer walks than usual, which she has absolutely loved and River, if not delighted, at least he has done a bit of exercise.

So has yours truly. A win-win. I love those!


I decided to bake this week and this is what I came up with.

banana bread

chocolate chip trail nut cookies

The banana bread was something heavenly, both tasty and moist. I added a handful of chocolate chips and that made it all that much tastier. But the original would have been just as awesome.

The cookies were amazing. Easy to make and delicious, I also knew just how good they were for us. A win-win in my book.

And where did I get those recipes? From a great vegan site that I continually go to: Oh she glows. I have yet to find a recipe that is a miss. Honestly. I don’t know how she does it.

If you’re into cooking or baking and want to give these a try, let me know how they go. They were a great success in our house.

Where I go hunting

I’m going hunting.


No. Not animals…something more sneaky and foul.

That’s right. I’m hunting dog hair.

Ocean has decided this is the best time to shed her coat and she’s doing so all over the house. It comes off of her in literal puffs of hair like the one below.

The enemy

Once off her body, the hairs decide to have a party and we get tumble-weeds.

Some of them are veritable mammoths that must be dealt with swiftly and without mercy.

I have weapons at my disposal just for this purpose.

My weapons of choice

And patience because her fluffiness can take weeks to completely shed her coat.

Her Royal Fluffiness Ocean.


The only thing to do is to go hunting.

Where it’s beautiful

We finally have sunshine and it’s glorious.

I remember reading Firestarter by Stephen King and it talks about the expression on the heroine’s face after she’s been kept indoors for months and she finally sees the sunshine. The book goes on to say that prisoners who finally see the sun have that same expression.

I know exactly what that expression looks like.

I see it on every Canadian face on days like this. They walk around in a daze, amazed that this is real and they’re not dreaming.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s still cold. There’s still snow on the ground.

We don’t care.

The sunshine is a thing of beauty. It’s like gold from the sky. We haven’t seen it in over 4 months and we really, really like it.

Animals and people alike appear from where ever they were hibernating to come out in slow motion. Cautious; wondering if the miracle they see is real.

Spring is here.

I’m calling it

I’ve had it with winter. The first snow always seems lovely and beautiful and wonderful…but after too many months of the icy, cold mess, I’d like spring to arrive. So, when I looked at this week and saw that our temperatures are going to be on the plus side and not below zero, I was elated.

My Canadian friends still grumble that there is more snow on it’s way. But I’m done with winter. Daring to go against the wrath of Mother Nature, I’m putting away my boots and calling it an early spring.

Bring on the sunshine!