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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I adore my doggies. They’re just the perfect balance of silly and playful, loving and cuddly. I’ve started brushing their teeth and this leads to a ton of new hugs and kisses to reassure them that the brushing is actually good for them. I also give them a treat afterwards (a Dental stick that’s supposed to clean their teeth) and they adore that. I get tons of kisses and hugs, they get clean teeth. It’s a win-win.
I think that they know I’m over the moon with them because, though akitas aren’t supposed to be clingy, these two stick pretty close to me. Right now, as I type, they’re at my feet and next to me. I can just about move my hands but the rest of me is pretty dog-covered. Not that I mind. I find having them next to me a gift that I look forward to every day.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we’re still having pretty warm temperatures and the mere thought of spring is a drug I’m inhaling every day. The longer days and warmer weather is intoxicating. I can’t get enough of it.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that hubby is slowly recovering from his eye surgery (he had laser eye surgery this week) and now has better than 20/20 vision (owl eyes, that’s him!).
How about you? How was your week?
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!
River is one of our doggies. He is passionate about his food. That is to say, he won’t so much eat as inhale his kibble. Concerned about that, I’ve gotten him this new bowl especially created for dogs who have his…ahem… enthusiasm for food.
See those ridges? They make it difficult for River to eat his food. He has to lick his way around them and find all the kibble bits that hide under and between the plastic shapes. That slows him down and he doesn’t eat as fast as he did. Which is the entire point.
River wasn’t very pleased with this new development. He stared at his new bowl and then at me with what had to be a pretty dirty look. But his beloved kibble sang it’s siren song and he forgot all about the inconvenience and ate away.
Two days later, the bowl is still doing its job. I won’t lie, I might have done a little dance of triumph.
Oh, also found this great site with awesome ideas for doggies. It’s All My Canine Companions and I found it because Marcela visited my own little blog and commented. Isn’t it lovely how the net works?