A cold walk

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

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?

If we were having coffee

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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.

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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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How to feed 2 akitas in 11 easy steps

These steps vary somewhat, but I honestly follow most of them pretty much every Saturday morning.

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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?

  4. Promise myself that the next pet we get is going to be a stuffed bear.
  5. 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

  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. Promise River, who has already finished his breakfast, that more food will be coming and kiss Ocean so she starts to sniff hers.
  10. Desperately sip at my first cup of coffee. Feel caffeine hit system.
  11. Realize these dogs are adorable…and maybe we could get them a little brother or sister?

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this week we’ve been having ideas. Mine was to create a better cushion for our doggies in their beds. They have those usual doggie beds you get in the stores but the stuffing bunches up and they end up with parts that have nothing and parts that are all lumpy. So…I searched and looked and looked and finally found some memory foam meant for human beds. I bought some, cut it to fit and stuffed it inside.

This one shows the memory foam inside. Keep in mind, I doubled it because…well, I’m nuts.

This is the final product…so comfy!

And yes, our two doggies rested their fluffy tails on these cushions and loved them.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby also had an idea. His came from a friend who told him that the thing to do nowadays was to have a back up wallet. As in, a fake wallet for when someone tries to steal your wallet, you can just give them the fake one.

Demonstrating his cunning intellect, my hubby thought this was a great idea. Never mind that he has never had someone try to steal his wallet. This was an emergency and needed to be done ASAP and he now is the proud owner of two wallets.

If we were having coffee, I’d warn you not to look at this unless you are ready; the video broke my heart.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5160363/Soul-crushing-footage-starving-polar-iceless-land.html

I’ll be honest and admit I cried, that it kept me up at night and that, even now, makes me worry about those beautiful animals, literally starving to death.

I know there’s little one person can do and my little contribution won’t do too much, but I found this grassroots habitat dedicated solely to Polar Bears; the Cochrane Polar Bear Habitat and I had to give them some money.

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Aren’t they simply gorgeous?

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting the coffee share.  And to you, my lovely reader for reading. Let me know how your week went!

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you it’s been another very busy week. It’s something that we should expect, since we work with the public and it’s before the holidays, but somehow, it always takes me by surprise.

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If we were having coffee, I’d complain to you about my hubby. He is so hard to shop for! He has very wide feet and is not exactly gentle on his shoes, so he is in constant need of new footwear…that means slippers too. Well, none of the ones we’ve got for him are wide enough for his duck-feet or dignified enough for him. So, I got these…

He didn’t like them.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Leonard is still with the vet. They’re concerned about his eye and waiting to see how it heals. Poor little guy.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m still sniffling and sneezing. That cold I had last week seems to like me because it refuses to leave.

Hey, did you just use my napkin? Hm…

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our coffee share. And to you, reader for reading!

Life with one-person dogs

River is our second akita. We adopted him after we had Ocean because, according to my hubby the therapist, she was lonely. So, instead of one furry, fluffy dog, we now have two.

Akitas are an unusual breed. You don’t see them running about too often. They’re not eskimo dogs and they’re not labs…they’re a different sort of dog. And we knew basically nothing about them when we got them.

One thing the breeder warned us about is that akitas are ‘one-person’ dogs. Not knowing what she meant, we ignored her and headed home. It was only after we had the dogs that we started to understand.

Ocean is madly in love with my hubby. She cares for me, don’t get me wrong, but the love she has for Hubby knows no bounds. She cries when he leaves, can identify the sound of his car coming home and will smile if he so much as looks at her from across the room.

On the other hand, River is my dog. He follows me around the house like a shadow, gazes adoringly at me from the floor and hates it when I leave the house. He also has to be near me no matter where I go. That means that if I’m not quick and close the door, he’ll follow me into the shower.

We don’t have the largest bathroom in the world. It’s meant to contain a human being, not a massive akita. So, in the weekends, when I’m lazy and relaxed, River finds his way inside and I have to shower with him. As a result, my short shower routine turns into a long, drawn out ballet where I try to get clean while avoiding stepping on dog paws, tails and other bits.

Don’t feel too sorry for me. I usually also stop to kiss his furry head, pat him and explain to him what I’m doing with the blow dryer (River doesn’t like the blowdryer). This usually makes Ocean jealous and, if I’m not careful, she will also slip inside the bathroom, love for hubby notwithstanding.

Now two akitas in the bathroom is not a shower routine, it’s a disaster. It’s one of those things that we should have learned about before we got two of these fluff-balls. Still, we’re not complaining.

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Akitas don’t follow commands unless they feel like it, they can’t swim and they won’t chase a ball; but if you want a dog who’ll be your shadow, these guys are great.

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d ask for a second. My head feels like a beehive and I can’t seem to focus. I think I might be sick…so it’s a good thing you’re on the other side of a computer screen. I don’t want you to catch it.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this week has been exhausting. It felt like a month-long instead of 5 days and the fact that my hubby was away for the weekend didn’t help my mood at all.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had the most bizarre experience yesterday. I was home, feeling sick with my two fur-balls (aka dogs) and I started to watch football.

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I can blame my illness on the fact that I suddenly wanted to watch the sport, I certainly haven’t ever watched it before when I was healthy, but the fact of the matter is that I watched the entire game…all two hours of it. Two. Hours.

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Obviously, I have some sort of mental disease.

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A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting the Weekend Coffee Share. It’s one of those posts I really enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Little Leonard

First of all, be warned that I’m sick, my head is fuzzy, I can’t concentrate, so only the gods know how this post is going to go. As well, there are some pictures here that might be upsetting to those of you who are sensitive to violence against animals. Please be careful when you scroll down.

I had to tell you about this little puppy, Leonard. He was found by a passerby and he was really hurt. There were acid burns on most of his body and he was barely moving on the side of the road in the snow. Thank goodness a kind person found him and brought him to the local shelter where they took care of him and he started recovering. It was there that they named him Leonard.

I heard about him through the local news. Little Leonard is a rottweiler puppy that is now starting to act more like a puppy and less like a very sick dog and has won the hearts of pretty much everyone in the local shelter and the rural city council…and, of course, ours too.

I know those pictures look awful but he’s already doing better. The city council put his story on the news and basically everyone in this rural area called, interested in giving the little fellow a good home. They were simply swamped by offers (yes, I called as well, then wrote a letter and then emailed them…).

I don’t want to focus on how Leonard came to be hurt. I believe in compassion and understanding above all things but I can truly understand what James Herriot meant when he said:

“I could do terrible things to people who dump unwanted animals by the roadside.”

No. To think of how Leonard came to be this way is incredibly upsetting. So, instead, I want to focus on the fact that Leonard will have a lovely home and will recover. I want to focus on the fact that this community came together to help him and that someone went out of their way to pick him up and take care of him when he needed it most.

Maybe Leonard might even come to live with two fluffy akita doggies.