If we were having coffee, I’d ask you if yours was good. Lately I’ve been having rotten luck getting a good cup of coffee. Nothing worse than that disappointment.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday was spent washing our two fluff balls of dogs. It took a good hour to get them both wet, washed and semi-dried. By then both my husband and I were exhausted and filthy while the dogs were exhausted and clean. We bundled them into my Jeep (note to self: must clean Jeep) and took them home where they immediately ran outside to get as dirty as possible. (note to self: hire someone to wash dogs in future).
If we were having coffee I’d share some of my doggie pictures with you. I tried to show in the pictures just how glorious their fur is now, all clean and super soft but somehow they kept moving around and the pictures don’t show what I mean.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we’re all exhausted today from the ordeal but the glory was in watching River close his eyes in bliss while soapy water ran over his back. He has skin allergies and the bath (along with the skin-sensitive organic shampoo) soothed those itches. With both my hubby and I giving him a rubbing massage, he absolutely loved the entire experience.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that smell is not wet dog. Nope.
How about you? How was your week? Anything you want to share?
So, I was late to work today…
And just as I walked in, mentally going over my to-do list, I was given more work to do and my prep time reduced.
The result wasn’t pretty.
Good news, though. We’re washing our two fluff balls this weekend. Definitely going to have a post about that nightmare.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been my last week off before returning to work and I’m not sure I’m ready to head back. My Day Job is working with the public and though it’s both challenging and rewarding, I’m sort of scared to head back. The introvert in me is hiding in her shell.
In other news, Ocean, our furry girl akita, has decided that her diet of kibble and treats we give her is not up to her Royal Fluffiness standards and has started to eat things outside in the yard. The yard being mostly made of grass and dirt, she’s eating said grass, some crab apples she finds and, most disturbingly, wild mice that she somehow catches. It’s this last part that worries me the most because wild mice aren’t exactly disease free. Also, she swallows the things and then has to puke them back up because her system can’t handle them whole. The entire thing is both incredibly disgusting and disturbing. How she likes to eat that when we give her healthy kibble, fruits, tuna and clean water is a mystery.
Finally, this week my hubby has been furnishing his new office which means I’ve been drafted into helping him. Me, being incredibly strong and muscular (ahem!) I basically huff and puff and try to lift one end of the furniture while my husband curses in British and wonders why he didn’t invite his buddies to help out. I concur.
How about you? How was your week?
I have one week off and then start back to work, so I’m trying to get some treats for my sadly-neglected pooches. Since it’s summer, I thought of something cool…like ice-cream, but that’s not good for them. Instead, though there are tons of great recipes out there for doggies who are hot and want something to cool off.
Did you know they love watermelon?
Here are some sites that have great ideas for cool doggie treats: www.pinterest.com/explore/summer-dog-treats/
Just one suggestion: give it to them outside. I gave mine a piece of a beet inside and the mess that ensued defies description.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I can already see the first signs of Fall in the trees. Some of the leaves are changing and they’re getting to that beautiful reddish hue that only maples have. I love fall, but I miss the extra hours of daylight that summer provides.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’ve been watching a British show (we only get UK channels with our new system) called: Paul O’Grady for the love of dogs.
Not only do they rescue, help and find new homes for the dogs, Paul is hilarious and makes me laugh with every episode. He chats with the dogs and asks them questions and he’s just so funny. It’s hard to stop watching and yesterday, I watched an entire season in one go.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that River has been itching like crazy lately. I think he might be allergic to something, so we’ve started giving him allergy medication…but, just in case, we’re also going to give him a bath. Since River hates baths, giving him one is akin to trying to wash one of the dragons from Game of Thrones, a herculean and massive task to be avoided at all costs.
Finally, I’d ask you how your week was going, how things are on your end and what news you have to share.
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I have been pretty honest with my attempt at eating a plant-based diet. I rambled on about what I thought and what I liked and what I struggled with. I thought, if nothing else, it would be a positive influence on me and my eating habits.
I never thought it would affect my dogs.
So, lately, I’ve started to notice changes in our pooches. Like River taking up eating cucumber. He loves tasting what I eat and he is always curious when I’m messing around in the kitchen. It seemed pretty harmless to let him sniff a bit of a cucumber. I thought he’d nose it and leave it. To my surprise, not only did he eat it, he asked for more. Since then, cucumber has sort of become his thing. He loves the stuff. Of course, he still loves peanut butter, apples, chicken, bacon, salmon and other traditional dog treats, but there is no denying cucumber has a special place in his doggie heart.
Ocean thinks his fascination with the green vegetable is a bit of a joke. She absolutely hates cucumber and simply stares at me when I gave her a slice to try. Instead, her passion are blueberries. Especially if they’re frozen and mixed with her breakfast. She actually jumps onto her back legs and does a little dance when I open their bag.
But the most significant change came by only a few days ago. It was early morning (I mean early, these two do not understand the concept of sleeping in), I got up to let them gambol out joyously into the yard and stopped to watch them play. I stared, enjoying the sight of their bounces and runs about when I saw Ocean stopped, sniffed the grass and started to chew it. A moment later, River was following suit.
It may be a bit early to predict dire trends but I’m pretty certain that, somehow, my eating habits have influenced my dogs and they’re turning…vegetarian. Since that day, I have been watching my fluffy duo and, sure enough, every day they run out there eager to get their first taste of the succulent green strands.
Maybe it’s time I have a little heart-to-heart with my furry doggies and explain that they are supposed to be carnivores. Before we see other changes.
Since we live with two fluffy, spoiled akitas, we try to be responsible dog owners. When we got our home, one of the first things we did was put up a fence. We then build a designed dog-house for our pooches, complete with shingles, doors and raised floor (of course, they refuse to use it). When we walk our trusted doggies, we take them on leashes and bring bags to pick up the unmentionables.
The fence is a big deal for me and so are the leashes. I know we’re not perfect dog-parents, but I could not forgive myself if my dog got run over by a car or bit someone because I didn’t put up a fence or because I let them wonder off-leash.
That’s why it’s so hard for me to understand why other people let their dogs wonder unsupervised.
We do live in the country and things are more relaxed here. Still, the law says that dogs have to be on-leash and behind fences. However, there have been many a time when we’ve been walking that a strange dog has come wondering towards us. Usually, one word from me sends the dog back to their home…Usually.
Yesterday, we were walking our two wonder-dogs when there was a blur and a strange dog was on top of Ocean, growling.
I screamed (terribly useful, I know), my hubby stared in shock and River attacked. He only got to bite the dog once. But it was enough. With a yelp of pain, the strange dog ran off while I was still trying to understand what had happened.
River. Attacked the other dog.
This is the dog that loves kisses, that follows me around everywhere (even to the shower), that loves cheese and cucumbers, that hates shouts and loves to watch animals on TV. He’s more of a fluffy teddy bear than any other dog I have ever had. When I feed him a treat, he takes it with his lips so as to avoid hurting my fingers. He hates it when I leave the house and gives me the saddest look of reproach. He sleeps at my side and would sleep on the bed if I let him.
River attacked the strange dog.
I’m still in shock.
No matter what I think of the law or people’s choice of care with their pets, I was concerned that the other dog might have been injured. I suggested trying to follow it home and see if it was okay. My hubby canned that suggestion explaining that taking our two akitas after the strange dog was definitely not a good idea.
Today, River is back to his snuggly, loving self. I’m still trying to process what happened.
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