Where hubby gets his vision

My hubby just went in for surgery. Eye surgery, that is. While I shudder at the thought of going in for a major medical procedure, eye surgery is supposed to be a minor, quick, almost drive-through event. One minute you have glasses, zap! and the next you don’t.

Since he couldn’t very well drive himself there and back, I was recruited into helping and here I am, on a Tuesday when I should be at work, rambling to you, my lovely readers because I’m nursing my big baby hubby.

I’m actually excited for the big guy because I always thought he had beautiful eyes and they were always hidden behind his glasses. But, as well, he’ll be able to see without them now and that’s gotta be exciting.

Still, I’m not excited about having to put eye drops into his eyes. In fact, I’m sort of dreading that part.

My hubby is a little…protective about his eyes.

Did I mention they had to sedate him at the laser eye clinic? Yeap. I don’t have any sedatives now.

I’m thinking putting eye drops in his eyes is going to be like doing dentistry on a crocodile.

Wish me luck.

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.

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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?

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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

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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.

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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…

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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…

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

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It was a cold and dark morning at the Akita house

It’s not necessarily that cold out today but it’s certainly dark outside. It’s only 7am and the akitas are up to their old tricks.

I am not eating this kibble unless I get some cheese in it.

Ocean has already eaten her blueberries and pieces of a pizza slice that I gave her in her breakfast. The kibble, though is a different story. She stares at it endlessly hoping it will sprout something interesting. Eventually, I take it away and she sighs with disappointment.

I have eaten my breakfast and scoured around the kitchen for crummies. I’m exhausted.

This is River, who has eaten his breakfast and would have eaten mine and Ocean’s without so much as a how-do-you-do. Instead he had to settle for snooping around the kitchen looking for crumbs. He’s obviously sadly neglected.

And me? I’m savouring a delightful cup of coffee. It’s massive and steaming and just delicious. Obviously I’m sadly neglected too.

How is your Saturday morning going?

Where I rant about my dogs

We watched the movie John Wick yesterday and I couldn’t get over the little puppy who stars in it. Adorably cute, the little beagle was a model of puppy cuteness and good behaviour. So much so, I immediately wished my own two fluff-balls could at least learn something from him.

He never once bothered the humans around him to get a petting or with an inappropriate whine. He sat patiently inside his tiny crate until the hero was ready to hold him. He even had the thoughtfulness to look cute while in his crate. If I don’t let my two hounds in seconds after I arrive home, the noise they make could wake the dead.

The little dog never once messed up the house either with bodily functions or with other nasty habits (such as eating the dirt from plants until they die).

And, most importantly, while he did wake his owner up in the morning, he, at only months of age, already had the consideration to do so when the sun was up and not at ungodly hours.

True, the little puppy was a professional actor while the only thing mine can do professionally is get into trouble.

Speaking of trouble…where is Ocean and what is that noise coming from the bedroom?


100 Years of Breed “Improvement”

So interesting and incredible to see the difference. A huge thanks to Science and Dogs for the article!

Science and Dogs

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If we were having coffee

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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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Luther M. Siler’s post inspired me. I think there’s an artist in all of us. And the most important part, for me, is to have fun doing it. So here’s my latest doodle.

Just fun with colours.

Where my dogs are rebels

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!

Dignity Personified