If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d ask you what you were doing for Thanksgiving. We’re celebrating with a massive meal that’s guaranteed to make us all sick and grateful we are alive.

 

If we were having coffee I’d tell you Ocean is mostly back to her normal self. She’s still a little subdued but she’s eating and her stomach doesn’t sound like a orchestra warming up any longer. I am so grateful for Trent for his tip, I can’t even begin to tell you.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we already had family over yesterday and we played Euchre. My lovely hubby being the serious card player that he is, he called it on a 9 and promptly lost the entire game to the horror of his partner and our laughter.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that it’s dreary and wet and gross around here but I’m so grateful I haven’t heard anything in the news about Trump and North Korea that it doesn’t bother me at all.

Finally I’d ask you how your coffee was. I had the world’s most bitter brew yesterday. It was so nasty even adding tons of milk couldn’t dilute the acid taste.

How about you? How was your week?

Note: Weekend Coffee Share is a meme created by Part Time Monster.

Where Ocean is sick and I rant

Ocean, our lovely, fluffy, spoiled girl akita, has always been a picky eater. She likes blueberries, if you please, and only organic ones, please. But she won’t eat strawberries and turns her nose at bananas.

While River will almost eat your finger when you offer him cheese, Ocean will sniff it endlessly before making a commitment. At every meal, River consumes his kibble in under a minute. Ocean sits and stares at it endlessly until we pet her and encourage her to eat it. Finally, after about an hour, she will dignify the offering of food and reluctantly eat it.

Now, as picky as she is with our kibble and organic treats, she finds earth, grass and the little putrid crab apples in the yard irresistible. Another thing that temps her choosy palate are dead mice or putrid critters. And, to my horror, she’s not beyond eating sticks.

Please note, all of these things aren’t good for her. However, dogs are blessed with an incredibly short digestive system which means they can survive eating things that would kill most humans. Still, even a digestive system as powerful as theirs has its limits and at times, they have to puke some of those tempting offerings back up to avoid complications.

I wasn’t concerned when she didn’t eat supper a couple of days ago. She does that, especially since the kibble didn’t have tuna added to it. I wasn’t concerned when she took her usual 2 hours to eat her breakfast yesterday. But this morning, the sounds coming from her stomach made me think someone was dying.

I rushed to get my stethoscope (I have one for my dogs–don’t judge me) while my lovely hubby stared at her in shock. While I poked and robbed her tummy, he got her a cup of tea that Ocean promptly ignored.

So, I’m super worried. The stomach of this puppy of ours is still making all sorts of weird sounds. Ocean doesn’t seem at all bothered by it, but still.

Hubby is pretty certain she’s gone outside and eaten something terrible and, unfortunately he’s probably right. But, of course, this is the long weekend and our trusty vet is away and ignoring my frantic calls. So, I’m trying to give her a massage, plenty of water and rest.

Does anyone know how to make kibble taste better and more like putrid apples and earth? Maybe if I can manage that, she’ll eat what we give her and leave the other things alone.

My silly, little baby girl.

One of my favourite prayers

This one has to be the prayer I love the most. It’s just so beautiful. It says, in such a beautiful way, how I can work with the craziness and insanity of the world today and the people in it that sometimes make life so challenging. I love how much hope and peace it gives me.

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Do you have a favourite saying or prayer you’d like to share? I’d love to hear it!

Las Vegas, my thoughts and prayers are with you

Let’s hope one day this will be a thing of the past and that these senseless, horrible attacks cease. Until then, I know words do little but know my thoughts are with you, your families and loved ones in this time of great tragedy.

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My thoughts and prayers are with Edmonton

My hope is that one day these horrible terrorist attacks will end and our world will know peace. Until then, though, my thoughts and prayers are with Edmonton, the victims and the incredible efforts of the First Responders who reacted so well and continue to stand united against hate and violence.

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As our Prime Minister said: “We cannot – and will not – let violent extremism take root in our communities. We know that Canada’s strength comes from our diversity, and we will not be cowed by those who seek to divide us or promote fear.”

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that it’s finally fall here. Fall in Canada has a crispy, cool feel to the air that’s unique to this time of year. It’s cold but it doesn’t have the harsh bite of winter’s winds so it’s lovely. The leaves are beautiful too. They explode into a million shades of yellow, gold and bold reds that makes walking a spiritual experience.

So, to the delight of my two fluff-balls of dogs, we had two walks today. It was just that gorgeous outside.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I just survived a professional ‘development’ day where the most useful thing I learned was that the ladies in that particular cafeteria don’t know the difference between a vegan and a velociraptor if one bit them on the leg.

This was their version of a vegan lunch…

If we were having coffee I’d share these jokes to make you smile.

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How about you? How was your weekend?

Note: Weekend Coffee Share is a meme created by Part Time Monster.

Where the food is disgusting

We had a professional development day not long ago and I made the mistake of asking for the vegan option at lunch…

The ‘salad’ was composed of one sad ingredient…and that brown stuff is supposed to be quinoa…supposed to be. It was slimy, cold and jelly-like.

Disgusting doesn’t cover it.

But I still tried to eat two forkfuls so I wouldn’t hurt the feelings of the ladies serving lunch.

You be the judge

I often tell my hubby that of us both, I’m the worse driver. However, here is my bumper…

Please notice there isn’t a blemish in sight

And here’s his bumper…

That bump and those white scrapes? Not supposed to be there.