If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday we (hubby and I) ran around like chickens with our heads cut off to try and get our errands done…and we didn’t finish them all.Image result for chicken up close

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how your week went. Did you have a nice Thanksgiving? We, who live up here in Canada, have already had our Thanksgiving, so now we’re in the Christmas frenzy.

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Our house hasn’t avoided such frenzy either. My lovely hubby got a bit of Christmas madness and wrapped a column with lights. (see below)

And see that little brown thing at the bottom of the column next to the tiny Christmas tree? Yeap. That’s a buddha.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you if you have started your Christmas shopping. I have started giving money away to a charity that I care about for Christmas…But shopping? Not so much.

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Finally, if we were having coffee, I’d ask you how the weather is around where you are. We had freezing rain yesterday…to the dismay of our doggies who don’t understand how to walk on ice.

Thank you so much for reading! And a huge thanks to  Eclectic Alli for hosting Coffee Share (in hiatus this week but returning next week).

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?

On gift-giving

I don’t like to give Christmas presents. I know that makes me sound like the Scrooge but I really don’t. I find it…well, silly.

Before you condemn me, imagine this, if you will. I’m at a store, smelling different creams, wondering if my friend (let’s call her Gwedoline because it’s a delicious name) will like coconut or prefer cucumber. I wrack my brain trying to think if she smells more like the tropics or a cool salad and finally make a decision and buy one of the creams. Meanwhile, Wendy (aka Gwendoline but she goes by Wendy for friends) is at another store, sniffing hand lotion and wondering if I prefer the one that smells like cinnamon (I don’t) or the one that smells like vanilla (I like unscented, Wendy! Unscented!). I’ve stood countless times in different stores buying stuff for friends wondering what scent they’d like or if they were scent-sensitive.

I do draw the line at kids. Kids need presents and they’re the exception to my no-gift rule. But adults? Hm…nope.

Instead of buying gifts, I like to choose a charity and donate the money I would have spent on gifts to it. Isn’t that an awesome idea? I choose my charities with care every year. I visit them and see what they do and ask questions and…then I give the money away and I feel all…., well, all Christmassy (not a word, I know). This year, I chose the Salvation Army.

I have told my grown up friends: don’t give me gifts. Don’t do it. Save your money. And, I go and do my own giving to the charity of that particular year and I simply love the idea.

So, what do you think? Am I missing out on a vital part of Christmas? Should I reconsider? Or is this a good idea?

By the way, we got more snow. Tons of it. I think Mother Nature’s lost it. If this keeps up, we might have to dig out the house. Yes, Fuzzy Tail is delighted.

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Ocean’s Christmas

It’s a winter wonderland out here.

IMG_0224We have trees and snow and more trees and…well, more snow. It’s Ocean’s favourite mix.

She doesn’t know it’s Christmas but she sure likes the toys she magically got and the snow everywhere in sight.

IMG_0220The only catch is that its minus 20. At that temperature, my face starts to freeze after a couple of minutes–and I haven’t even mentioned the windchill factor!

So, we’re staying indoors and so is Ocean. She doesn’t mind that much. Especially with her new toys.


Please note that turkey. We thought it was particularly fitting during the holidays. Ocean thought so too, after she chewed it half to death.


And there’s the lady of the hour, with her new favourite toy, a small ball she chases around the house, down the stairs and under beds…I know, she’s sadly neglected.

Dogs and strangers

A friend of my husband’s came over to introduce us to his girlfriend. It seemed a nice enough idea and we were excited to meet her. We greeted her at the door where our akita tried to turn herself into a pretzel in order to get closer to the exciting new comers.

This new lady seemed nice enough at first. I didn’t really clue in when she insulted and questioned our choice of gender in dog and dog breed. Instead, I gave her a tour of the house during which she told me to relax, to change my attitude and to take better control of my excited dog. According to her, I should have gone to puppy school with my dog (we have but I didn’t see a point in mentioning it) and learn how to be an Alpha person. She claimed we had our dog on the wrong kind of food. Obviously, she was missing a vitamin and that was why she was so excited.

I was desperately trying to keep the conversation smooth and happy and changed the subject but she wouldn’t have it. She shook her head at my soft-spoken husband and declared we’d never have control over our dog. When she tried to ‘teach’ us how to ‘discipline’ Ocean, I lost it and took my puppy away.

The night was over after the hockey game and, to me, that was one very long game. In other circumstances, I might have liked this lady, but this night didn’t give me a chance to see the good qualities she must have. I disliked her for putting my doggie down and even worse when she tried to shout at her and shove her around in her version of ‘discipline’.

Ocean on the other hand, doesn’t suffer from my prejudices. She was delighted with the newcomers and saw them as wonderful companions. When they were leaving and I was standing tensely by the door, Ocean was still trying to kiss them goodbye and show them just how much she loved them already.

Afterwards, when I was smudging the house (a native process that changes the energy of a space), Ocean stretched out in the living room and slept. Obviously unconcerned about the energy or vibes they had left. She didn’t need any smudging to feel completely fine, safe and relaxed.
Watching her sleep, I finally realized who she reminds me of. Someone else who had the same faith in humanity.