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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’m sick. I’m still in the early stages, so part of me still denies it and even has trouble typing it down. I’m still hoping that it was just a fluke and I didn’t really feel sick yesterday and it’ll magically go away.
If we were having coffee, I’d own that I’m pretty sick of winter already. Well, not winter exactly but the extreme cold days that we’ve been having. If that Polar Vortex moved on back home and left us, I wouldn’t shed a tear.
If we were having coffee, I’d share that this week was a whirlwind at work. The days didn’t fly, they teleported by. It the middle of the madness, I was trying to do all the items on my to-do list and basically ran around like a headless chicken.
Tell me it’s warmer where you are. It’d make my cold day.
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If you’re looking to get a dog, one of the things you might do at first is research the breed you’re interested in. Dog breeds vary from one to another and it’s important to know just what the breed you’ve chosen is known for. There are great websites out there that you can read and will let you know what the breed will be like.
I certainly wish my two akitas could read. Maybe that way they’d behave more like the description on the websites.
The ckc.ca website describes the akita as “dignified and reserved, but courageous”. Dignified? Dignified? My dogs sleep on their backs with their furry paws sticking up into the air. Any dignity left them a long time ago.
The dog breed info website says that akitas are ‘docile’…something I’d like to remind my two about when they refuse to come in at night.
Canada’s Guide to Dogs says the akita is used as therapy dog. The mere thought of bringing my bouncy Ocean near a convalescing person makes me shudder with horror. Instead of therapy, she’d bounce all over them and cause new injuries. Not exactly what you’d want in a therapy dog.
Finally, dog breed reviews claims that the akita isn’t overly clingy or over-dependent. Ha! Ocean won’t eat until I give her ‘Morning cuddles’ and River refuses to go to bed unless I’m going with him.
Maybe I should try reading those websites to them again. They might clue in to their missing dignity, docility and calm nature…Then again, maybe not.
I’m not coming in!
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that River, my faithful doggie, has started showing some initiative. At night, when he’s had enough of staying up, he comes to my side, sighs loudly and stares at me until I get up and go to bed. Apparently, it’s not okay for him to go to bed on his own, he has to have me with him. Following his lead, I ushered my hubby to bed early the other day. Hubby thought the entire thing was too funny for words.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that we’ve been having a cold spell that was too brutal for words. When the temperature reached -26 C without the wind, being outside was out of the question and I’ve been keeping a close eye on my puppies. When they’re outside, they seem to forget the temperature and play on the snow with delight. Winter-dogs or not, I’m not comfortable leaving them out there for longer than 15 minutes or so. I worry about their little ears and wet noses. So I call them in and they do come…reluctantly and giving me sad looks of regret.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you just how cold it was where you live. It seems this freezing spell has hit most of North America and there isn’t a spot that wasn’t under some sort of weather warning.
Definitely time for another cup of beautiful coffee. And a huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our Coffee Share.
Well, I’ve always been a disaster at taking photographs. The camera could never capture the beauty I saw with the naked eye. Still, I tried again because there is a softness and love in my doggies’ eyes that the world sometimes misses.
Ocean getting kisses. She absolutely loves her cuddles. She’ll stop eating and ignore her food for kisses.
Classic River after eating dinner. Nap time!
This is me waking River up and trying to get him to face the camera…sigh.
This is ocean ignoring her dinner and trying to guilt me into giving her more cuddles.
Aren’t they sweeties?
This is my first attempt of an apple.
This was my second.
Well…the dogs liked it! 😀
There’s cold and then there’s cold. As Canadians, we’re pretty used to winter’s cool touch. But, even for us, there are days when it’s just too cold to do much outside.
You know it’s really cold when the sides of your nose stick together when you breathe in. The moisture inside your nose literally freezes them shut. When it’s that cold, the wind is like claws on your cheeks and forehead. It’s bad when it cuts into your cheeks but it’s even worse when you don’t feel the cold because that means you’re starting to get frostbite. At that temperature, your extremities are always tingling with the cold. Your fingertips and ears are numb and your toes are frozen stiff. The cold starts there but it doesn’t stop there. It moves slowly up your legs into your thighs, then your arms and just keeps gaining territory.
We were feeling all those things last time we took our pooches for a walk. The air was so frigid, snowflakes had frozen into tiny white balls of ice and were sleeting down on us. I had trouble talking because my facial muscles wouldn’t obey me in the cold and Hubby was gritting his teeth against the bite of the wind.
At our sides, our two akitas were bouncing like baby lambs. They were shoving their faces in the snow, climbing hills of the stuff and eating mouthfuls of the stuff. When we finally had to turn back, they were resistant and pulled at the leashes trying to keep us outside. When we walked into our house, huffing and puffing while we started to thaw, our two dogs were scratching at the door…to go back out.
Yeap. Our dogs are nuts.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m thrilled that I survived Christmas. It’s a holiday that stresses me out and I’m super glad that I survived it this year. Family has been taken care of, loved and connected to and things are now on their way back to normalcy.
If we were having coffee I’d share that my doggies have no such concerns. Their immediate worry is lunch, quickly followed by what’s for supper. Since it’s Christmas, the answer is their kibble, with some treats such as gravy or broth or bits of turkey. They’re also rather fond of snow and I’m still trying to get over seeing them laying comfortably in the stuff in the middle of our yard.
Finally, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that hubby shared with me that he’d like to have a third dog. This development might not shock you, gentle reader, but I immediately envisioned a dog-infested house…of course, then I thought of puppies and the infestation immediately disappeared.
If you’re rolling your eyes at this point, I don’t blame you. But…pupppieeeesss!!!
Okay, that’s enough of that. How are your holidays going?
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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Leonard has graduated from being sick to being super cute and adorable and full of energy. There have been so many applications to adopt him that there are two full-time staff people to sort through them all and find the best home for him. Things are definitely looking up for the little guy.
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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that we were hit by a metre of snow on Saturday but, being truly Canadian, it didn’t even slow us down and off we went to do our shopping and weekend things.
If we were having coffee, I’d share this with you.
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And one more.
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And then I’d finally ask you how your week went because there’s a limit to ridiculous animal picture-sharing and I’ve just reached it.
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These steps vary somewhat, but I honestly follow most of them pretty much every Saturday morning.
- Hear Ocean get up and scratch at my bed again and realize she’s not going to stop until I get up. Curse the fact that it’s 6:30 am on a Saturday morning.
- Get up and try to not step on both dogs who are now trying to let me know just how much they love me by getting under my feet.
- Head to kitchen while reassuring a moaning River that he’s not going to die of hunger and that breakfast is coming.
When is breakfast? And Second Breakfast? And Lunch? What about a mid-morning snack? And where are we on dinner?
- Promise myself that the next pet we get is going to be a stuffed bear.
- Try to make coffee while getting dog food ready. Ignore Ocean’s insistent demands for morning kisses by standing and staring at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen on a living creature.
I’m sadly neglected
- Change dog water, kiss and hug Ocean, point out to River that breakfast is coming, he had a late night snack last night and he has yet to miss a single meal.
- Mix breakfast for dogs of kibble and something else for added nutritional value because Ocean won’t touch her food unless there’s something else in there.
- Give dogs their plates and realize I haven’t had a single sip of coffee. Curse again and promise myself next Saturday, Hubby will get up instead of myself.
- Promise River, who has already finished his breakfast, that more food will be coming and kiss Ocean so she starts to sniff hers.
- Desperately sip at my first cup of coffee. Feel caffeine hit system.
- Realize these dogs are adorable…and maybe we could get them a little brother or sister?