If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my dogs killed another rabbit. This happened because a rabbit snuck into our fenced backyard and my two pooches were on it before it could get out. Thankfully, I didn’t see said incident. But the horrors of it still linger in my mind. I wish I could have helped that little bunny.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, Canada being Canada, it’s now boiling hot outside. We truly go from boots to sandals. You either freeze or boil here. Still, it’s such a lovely change from the dark, freezing nights of winter that no one is complaining.

Except the akitas. They’d love nothing more than perpetual winter.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how your week went. How was work? How was home? Mine was crazy busy. It seems that, as the temperature increases, so does the workload…or maybe it’s my need for perfectionism. I have to admit, I tend to fuss at things until they’re just so.

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If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my lovely hubby is away…again. He’s at yet another therapist workshop where I can only imagine they’re all checking to make sure everyone feels okay. Sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m sure they’re all lovely and working really hard.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this weekend, I’ve been reading. Since hubby is away, I snuck into the used bookstore (it’s like a treasure cave, honestly) and found some books. I’ve been reading ever since. Isn’t reading just delicious?

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it is finally above zero here and the change is incredible. We just finished getting over our final ice storm and now the sight of sunshine is so beautiful it defies description. The akitas, however, beg to differ.

How is your week going? And what’s the weather like over there? Are you doing anything relaxing this weekend?

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One glorious walk

The sun was shining and we were walking. Sure, it was cold enough to merit snow pants and a toque but it was sunny! So, off we went.

I added a new loop to our route and now we have a nice little walk. With my two trusty pooches on leashes and Ocean with her backpack, we set off.

And it was really lovely.

There’s something really special about walking outside, hearing the early morning birds and feeling the sun on your face. At least, I loved it. Both my doggies seem to be exhausted after the walk but I think it was as good for them as it was for me. Motion is lotion, as a friend of mine likes to say.

Still, lotion or not, they’re dead to the world now.

Where I go hunting

I’m going hunting.

Yeap.

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.

If we were having coffee

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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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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.

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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?

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?

 

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

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.