It’s that time of year again. Kids go back to school, the leaves change colour, the weather starts to get colder…and akitas get new cushions.
Yeap, sadly neglected these two.
This time of year, most parents are busy buying supplies for their kids to return to school. They buy everything from calculators and pencils to coats and boots. It’s exciting for the kiddies because they get brand new stuff and it feels a little like Christmas.
Well, we didn’t want our ‘kids’ to feel left out, so…
We got them some ‘supplies’. 😀
I value the wisdom of my dogs. In spite of all our technological advances as humans, there are times when I truly wonder who is the species with the greater intellect.
5. Trust your gut (nose).
4. No matter what, I love you.
3. A daily walk is a must.
2. Make time to play and rest.
1. The present moment is everything.
Well, I’m sick. I don’t know if it’s the weather or allergies or what but my head feels like there are a thousand bees buzzing around in it. It certainly didn’t help that we were running around in the freezing cold yesterday searching for a new cushion for River. This is our weather statement right now. It’s cold out there and it’ll be cold for a while yet. I know we have winter dogs but I fret about leaving them outside for the entire day when it’s this cold. So, last Friday, I left them in…and River decided the best way to spend his time was to eat his cushion. So now we’re looking for another one for his royal fluffiness.
But it’s easier said than done. We have demands we want from a cushion and yesterday, after looking through 3 stores, we had to head home and warm up. So, my hubby decided he would fix the cushion.
Breakfast is an early affair for River, mostly because his sister, Ocean, is full of beans and won’t sleep past 6 am no matter how many times you explain to her that it’s the weekend.
Breakfast is gone in under a minute and this morning, since it included rice, it didn’t last past the 30 second mark.
Afterwards, of course, it’s time for a much needed nap. Eating so early takes a lot out of poor, sadly-neglected River. But mom doesn’t think he should spend the day sleeping, and she’s insisting on a walk. Sheesh.
One walk later, it’s definitely time to rest…except River sees mom cooking and that means scavenging for what little crumbs might fall to the ground in the kitchen.
Obviously, that’s a full day for his fluffiness and a rest is well deserved. Once mommy is done in the kitchen, it’s time for that nap. Better still, a nap by her feet, so he’s within petting distance.
Thankfully, supper is next, so that he can replenish his strength…but what’s this? Mom decided to have two walks today! Ocean is over the moon, of course, but she’s always been a little nutty. Two walks is exhausting for poor River and it’ll take him days to recuperate from the ordeal.
Finally, finally, he can rest and take it easy from his very tough day.
We live in the country. We love the fact that we get tons of trees around our home and the animal life that comes with them. In fact, when we saw a family of foxes, we were over the moon, staring at them and taking pictures. We really love our wild critter neighbours.
Until they come into the house, that is.
Yesterday, a mourning dove decided our garage was much more appealing than the trees and in she came.
After flying around the inside of the garage for a minute, she landed on our open garage door and seemed quite content to stay there.
My husband, the therapist, immediately decided she needed counselling. He headed back into the house to check the DSM book.
I decided to try and explain things to our feathery friend. But, no matter how clearly I said to her that she was a bird who needed to live in the trees, our new visitor disagreed.In fact, she seemed to like the tone of my voice and settled quite happily in her new home.
It was time to use force. I got a dusty old broom out and waved it in the air, when that didn’t get a reaction, I touched the garage door, then moved closer to the bird. Until she flew…to the other side of the garage and found a new perch.
My hubby reappeared and, seeing the bird was still with us, shook his head and headed back inside. My two furry akitas had, by this time, heard the commotion and were trying to get into the garage to see what the fuss was about. Through the door, I could see my hubby banging his head against the wall.
I tried moving closer to the bird to intimidate her with my human presence but this dove seemed devoid of any fear and didn’t even budge an eyelid. Jumping, waving my arms and even singing caused similar reactions and finally, exhausted, I decided to embrace our feathery friend. Maybe we could leave the garage door open in perpetuity.
That was when the clouds parted a rare ray of winter sunshine fell across our front lawn. While we don’t live in a paradisiacal forest, when the sun shines on the trees, it’s quite beautiful. Certainly more appealing than the inside of our garage.
The dove agreed and flew back outside.
Ah…life in the country is never boring.
You go to a breeder, where you find adorable little balls of puppies and one seems to recognize you on sight. It’s true love and you bring this little bundle home only to see it get sick. Panicked, you run to the vet where you find you find out: Oh, this breed is known for being sick.
In breeding dogs, like anything, there’s science and a bit of luck but if you’re interested in knowing which are the hardiest breeds, check out this post by a vet in the UK.
Nothing is ever completely guaranteed, of course, but when I hear the same breed is troublesome by several vets, I start to wonder. Bulldogs, for example, are a breed that I would buy in a minute. With their adorable wrinkles, super cute faces and hilarious personalities, I’d fall in love with one or two or three…But they seem to be in every vets’ list of unhealthiest dogs.
It isn’t easy to keep my heart away from those gentle-eyed doggies. I could easily get attached. But I remember how painful it was to have our bullmastiffs get sick over and over and hear them cry in pain. By comparison, our two akitas are as healthy as weeds.
So, there you have it. Some information on doggie breeds that might be helpful to you.
I might have mentioned once or twice that we have dogs. We live in the country, see, so we got the aforementioned doggies for protection. When my hubby is away at night, I feel so much better knowing my furry friends are with me.
Get that? For protection. This is important in this rant.
Well, I took those two doggies on a walk today and we walked by a neighbour’s yard where they too had a doggie. This one, as it so happened, raced across the yard barking madly at us.
Now, before you worry, gentle reader, let me reassure you, no animals were hurt in this story.
Still, I had no idea what the dog was going to do. So I reacted…
I stood in front of my two ‘protective’ dogs, and raising my hand told the strange dog to stop and back off.
Yeap. I stood in front of my two dogs…
The ones we got for…well, protection.
As it so happened, my dogs would have none of that and walked back in front of me…tangling the leashes hopelessly around all of us and sending me down to the pavement in a mess of arms and legs.
The strange dog, meanwhile, stopped at the edge of his property to have a good laugh at us.
I think the pooch might have weighed a total of 20 lbs. Wet. (I won’t mention how much my own dogs weigh but 100 lbs is a lot of weight.)
And I stood in front of those two doggies we got for protection so no harm would come to them.
Yeap. You can laugh at me now.
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