Where River shocks me

Since we live with two fluffy, spoiled akitas, we try to be responsible dog owners. When we got our home, one of the first things we did was put up a fence. We then build a designed dog-house for our pooches, complete with shingles, doors and raised floor (of course, they refuse to use it). When we walk our trusted doggies, we take them on leashes and bring bags to pick up the unmentionables.

The fence is a big deal for me and so are the leashes. I know we’re not perfect dog-parents, but I could not forgive myself if my dog got run over by a car or bit someone because I didn’t put up a fence or because I let them wonder off-leash.

That’s why it’s so hard for me to understand why other people let their dogs wonder unsupervised.

We do live in the country and things are more relaxed here. Still, the law says that dogs have to be on-leash and behind fences. However, there have been many a time when we’ve been walking that a strange dog has come wondering towards us. Usually, one word from me sends the dog back to their home…Usually.

Yesterday, we were walking our two wonder-dogs when there was a blur and a strange dog was on top of Ocean, growling.

I screamed (terribly useful, I know), my hubby stared in shock and River attacked. He only got to bite the dog once. But it was enough. With a yelp of pain, the strange dog ran off while I was still trying to understand what had happened.

River. Attacked the other dog.

This is the dog that loves kisses, that follows me around everywhere (even to the shower), that loves cheese and cucumbers, that hates shouts and loves to watch animals on TV. He’s more of a fluffy teddy bear than any other dog I have ever had. When I feed him a treat, he takes it with his lips so as to avoid hurting my fingers. He hates it when I leave the house and gives me the saddest look of reproach. He sleeps at my side and would sleep on the bed if I let him.

River, snuggling into his bed

River watching TV

River asking for kisses and snuggles

 

River attacked the strange dog.

I’m still in shock.

No matter what I think of the law or people’s choice of care with their pets, I was concerned that the other dog might have been injured. I suggested trying to follow it home and see if it was okay. My hubby canned that suggestion explaining that taking our two akitas after the strange dog was definitely not a good idea.

Today, River is back to his snuggly, loving self. I’m still trying to process what happened.

 

 

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the first sip of mine was a highlight of my day…and it happened at 6am on Saturday.

Our two dogs being the considerate, loving, patient hounds that they are, decided 5:45 was late enough and proceeded pester me over and over until I got out of bed. No amount of ‘leave me alone’ or ‘go back to sleep’ made either of them settle back into their cushions. So, long story short, I was up on a Saturday morning at a ridiculous hour, sipping my coffee, giving both fluff balls dirty looks.

The coffee was a definite highlight of the morning. It was absolutely divine.

In other news, our ‘garage’ construction is coming along. We now have bricks. Never mind the fact that they are below ground and will never actually be seen, they are bricks and a huge improvement over the giant hole we used to have.

This obviously calls for a celebratory, second cup of coffee.

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How about you? How was your week?

The Weekend Coffee Share was created by Part Time Monster and is now hosted by Nerd in the Brain.

Best posts of all time

Well, I was curious. Just what do my readers like best about this blog? Well, I looked. Here are the top 5 posts of all time in this humble little blog.

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5. Snow is coming…and I’m not happy. – Where I ramble about snow and winter.

4. 5 Worst things you can do if your internet is running slow. -True and still appreciated by readers.

3. #1000 speak for compassion. -Wonderful and still loved.

2. The amazing abilities of akitas. A ramble about doggies I had no idea would be so well received.

1. The importance of tags: for bloggers. The best of the best, this one still gets viewed, years after it was written.

There you go, the top 5. What do you think? Are they overrated or justified?

Where River defends me

Just yesterday, my hubby was away doing his therapy thing and I was deep in a new book (bliss!) when Ocean barked. Now, akitas aren’t barking dogs. So, when they do, it’s important.

I left my book and peeked outside the window and there, in the middle of our front yard, was a strange car. I frowned wondering if it was in trouble but soon enough, a rather large bearded man emerged from the vehicle and it was obvious that: 1. he wasn’t in trouble and 2. he planned on leaving his car parked in the middle of our front yard.

Like most Canadians, I don’t like confrontations. I prefer to bend, be kind and go on my merry way. I’m small and slight, not exactly a threatening size. My face can do funny, kind and sad but it messes up angry. When I frown, people smile back. So intimidating isn’t my strong suit. Still, since the snow had mostly melted and the ground was soft, this car was going to do major damage to our front yard. I had to say something.

That’s when I thought of River.

At a good 20 lbs over 100, my lovely furry boy is on the large side of an akita. Add his lovely, thick fur and you’ve got a good sized dog. The opposite of Ocean who loves every two legged person she meets, River is more interested in food than people. He’s wary of strangers and very protective of yours truly. The result is he usually glares at new comers.

With River at my size, I headed over to the neighbour’s. There was a group of men, all rather on the large end of the scale, chatting, smoking and drinking beer. Giving them my best smile, I held tightly to River’s leash and asked them if there was any chance they might be able to move the car.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, I just worry about our grass,” I added.

The owner of the car turned in my direction and two small, dark eyes focused on me. Canadian or not, there wasn’t a single ounce of kindness in that stare. Then they flickered to River.

“Sure. I’ll move it right away,” he grumbled.

Have I mentioned that I love my dogs? They’re the best!

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that Ocean, one of our two super-spoiled akitas, might be a bit sick. She’s been licking herself to the point that she’s irritating her skin, driving my hubby up the wall and worrying me to bits. We have an appointment with the vet on Thursday and I hope they’re on a listening mood because I’m going with all my worries real and imaginary.

I’d also tell you that I finally have an appointment with a dietitian about our recent switch to plant-based food. I have to make a 3-day diary of what I eat and drink and then show it to them so they can tell me how balanced it is or how to improve it. I’m really looking forward to it because I want to know if we’re missing iron or proteins or vitamins as soon as we can so we can fix it. I’m also worried about my water intake. I might be part gecko because I don’t think I drink enough of the stuff.

Finally, before you started to think I was totally normal, I’d moan about our weather. It’s minus 26 with the wind and it’s March. Time for Mother Nature to get on with the program and start easing off. Worse, there’s a massive storm on our way for Tuesday. We already have warnings and special statements online and it’s only the weekend.

I am so not excited about this.

How about you? How is your weekend going?

Credits: Weekend Coffee Share is a meme developed by Part Time Monster and now hosted by Nerd in the Brain

Warning: feral dog ahead

Here’s my protective, watch-dog, River busy guarding our home.

River hard at work

River hard at work

Here’s a close up of the dangerous fiend.

Notice the eyes are half-closed....

Notice the eyes are half-closed….

He’s sadly neglected as well as vicious…

That's my hand trying to wake him up...and not working.

That’s my hand trying to wake him up…and not working.

Yeap. He’s super-dangerous, this one.

Groundhog Day

Notwithstanding what the groundhog predicted, this is the scene outside my window right now…

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And that is Ocean, one of my two akita dogs who refuse to come inside when there’s a snow storm going on.

Inside? Not now!

I don’t want to come inside yet.

Why have cushions and warmth when you can sit on a pile of snow and ice?

Introducing: Walter

We’re getting a puppy.

Yes, I know we already have two dogs. Yes. I know they’re a lot of work. Yes, my family…ah…No, my family (aka: dog-free parents) doesn’t know…and it would be really good if no one tells them. Try to keep this hush-hush. 😀

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(Walter at 3 weeks old)

(Walter...a little older)

(Walter…a little older)

That’s him in the pictures. He’s only a few weeks old, so he can’t come home right now. He’s coming at the end of April.

In order to get ready, we’ve already contemplated new fencing, food, toys, blankets, gadgets, and bowls. We also chose a name. Walter.

You might wonder how on earth this little guy came to have such a serious name…Well, I can’t take credit for that one. In a moment of weakness, I told my hubby he could pick the name.

Now we have Walter the puppy coming to live with us.

No matter what his name is, I’m sure he’ll be a lovely, quiet, well-behaved puppy.

I’m sure he won’t pee on the rug or get dirty.

I’m sure he’ll be respectful of guests.

I’m sure he’ll inspire a ton of new posts.

Just for fun, wanna guess what breed he is? I’ll give you a hint. He’s not an akita.

Ocean and the plant

Ocean–our nimble, sneaky, doggie girl who’s just a fuzzy version of trouble–has learned a new trick. She’s learned how to open doors.

I have no idea how she’s learned that. Especially since she still doesn’t seem to understand the concept of not jumping up at people who are all dressed up on their way to work and smear them with dirty paws. You’d think the word: No! And Down! wouldn’t be that hard to understand, but Ocean seems completely stumped as to their meaning. Opening doors, on the other hand, she’s got that pat down.

The culprit trying to look innocent

The culprit…trying to look innocent

Unfortunately, Ocean has a passion for dirt that no amount of healthy doggie food will ease. Some time ago she discovered our poor plant and the dirt on it has become her doggie version of heaven. So, she tries and tries to get at this plant hidden in our office, that’s dying from lack of, you guessed it, lack of dirt. Once there, she eats the stuff until the roots show leaving traces of her snack all around the pot of the plant.

The evidence...clear as dirt

The evidence…clear as dirt

Up to now, I had stopped her from killing the innocent green creature by closing the door…but the last two days, I have woken to find the door open in the morning, dirt all over the floor and, I swear, Ocean licking her lips.

Today, after work, I actually caught her in the act. She had her dinner but refused to settle like the already comatose River, and snuck to the office. I crept after her and, sure enough, there she was, jumping up with unbelievable determination until her one paw hit the door handle and opened the door. Then in she went, to dirt heaven.

So, I think this weekend hubby and I will go get another plant (this one is a pretty past tense thing) and will move the pot and the plant into the living room so that we can keep an eye on it and Ocean can’t sneak around at night and get at it. As plans go, this one isn’t foolproof but its something.

The victim...barely alive

The victim…barely alive

 

I have no idea why she likes to eat dirt. There must be some worm DNA in there somewhere in akitas because otherwise how can you explain that she likes dirt but is very picky about kibble?

On the other hand, its a sad reality is that, in our house, we have to rearrange furniture and plants not according to taste but according to dog habits.