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.

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.

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!

If we were having coffee

(credit: Natural Health 365)

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?

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A present for River

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?

On Pit Bulls and opinions

It’s pretty obvious that I love dogs. I certainly haven’t hidden my passion for my two pooches. They are akitas, both adopted and both pure-breeds.

(credit: Dogtime)

When we were considering getting our dogs, we did what most people do and that’s research the breed. There is a lot of information about akitas online, some accurate and some not so accurate. Depending on what you read, akitas are wonderful dogs or dangerous predators.

(credit: Akita Association Of Ireland’s)

That was why, when I heard that Pit Bulls were dangerous, I wondered if they were simply misunderstood animals. Just yesterday, I watched a very interesting documentary by the Fifth State on banning Pit Bulls. Where I live, they are banned. You can own one but they have to be spayed and they must wear a muzzle. Should they be banned?

(credit:A Place For Pitbulls)

I think what surprised me most, was how passionately divided people are on the issue. The documentary website included comments but, “To encourage thoughtful and respectful conversations, first and last names will appear with each submission to CBC/Radio-Canada’s online communities (except in children and youth-oriented communities). Pseudonyms will no longer be permitted.” Names or no names, the heat, anger and language in the comments made me stare in shock.


I don’t own a Pit Bull and I certainly don’t have the solution for this very divisive topic. I am pro the idea of informed, responsible ownership of dogs. I believe keeping an animal involves responsibility and one aspect of that is taking care of all its needs…

I’d still love to hear what you think. Speaking of which, does anyone know how to get a dog to eat their food without having to kiss her all the time?

If we were having coffee

(credit:Church Designer Magazine)

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you hubby is due back today and…well, Ocean might have snuck onto his seat on the couch, but otherwise, the house hasn’t fallen apart without him.

(credit: Natural Health 365)

I tried baking cookies yesterday and substituted brown sugar for molasses…well, the resulting cookies are heavy enough to fill a hungry bear for an entire winter. And that’s just one. I ate three yesterday and I though I was going to die. 24 hours later and I’m still digesting them.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I haven’t touched the snow on the driveway and it’s a good thing I drive a Jeep because it’s getting up there in places. As in up there to my waist! The even better news is that we have everything from snow to freezing rain coming today. Hubby is going to take one look at our driveway and get back on the plane.

Yes, my dogs have been up to their usual tricks but things have been pretty mellow around here.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work has been insane. I’ve seen coworkers cry and quit (Not exactly what you’d call an endorsement for my job). I haven’t quit or complained but I’d love an easier work week…or if spring started early.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how you are. How was your week? How is work? Did you have time to do some fun things this week? Do some self-care? I didn’t get to the bookstore yet, but it’s on my to-do list.

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If we were having coffee


If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby is about to leave for a week. An entire week without him is a sad thing so I’ve tried to explain things several times to our fluffy doggies. Each time, though, I’ve been met with licks and reassurances. They’re not worried.

Hubby is leaving? Is the food staying? Then I’m not worried.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the snow is falling thick and fast over here. No matter what the Groundhog said on that February day, I fear an early spring is not in the cards.

“I see…an early spring”

So how am I going to survive without my hubby for a week? Well, I have a plan with levels of need:

Level 1: The fluffies. My doggies are amazing at getting in the way, bothering me and basically making sure I realize I’m not alone. I have complete confidence in their ability to continue to do so.

We love you!

Level 2: Books. I just did a bit of book shuffling and I now have credit at the used book store. One or two books will do the trick…

(credit:New Statesman)

Level 3 (to be used only as a last resort): The bed. It’s daunting to sleep on our big bed all alone. I might just have to invite our doggies to sleep with me. This of course will probably result in none of us getting any sleep, so it’s a solution only for dire emergencies…

(credit:Paws Pet Care)

How about you? How was your week? Is it snowing over there?

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