If we were having coffee

(credit:Church Designer Magazine)

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this morning was glorious. I sat on the deck watching my two dogs sniffing every corner of the yard and chasing one bird that was obviously up to no good and loved every minute. It was not too hot, it was sunny and there was the promise of more days like this to come.

If we were having coffee, I’d tel you that I discovered a little bump on River and we were at the vet’s almost immediately that same day. Turns out, it was a hair cell that has grown too large and not a deadly form of cancer as I feared. The vet patiently explained it all to us while my hubby rolled his eyes.

Finally, I’d wish you a Happy Father’s Day.

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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?

River’s boo boo

My husband and I own two dogs. Since they’re akitas, they’re apt to howling instead of barking and have an insane amount of fur.

Well, said fur might be lovely but it knots like anything. So I brush it. Daily. I was in the middle of doing just that when I felt something hard and weird deep under River’s fur.

I couldn’t tell what it was and he wasn’t really inclined to let me poke around. So I waited until he was eating. River is food-driven, so he notices nothing while he eats. As soon as he started chewing, I started moving fur around.

And found this.

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The thing wasn’t in his fur. It was stuck deep into his flesh and hidden by the fur. The dark part was where it was imbedded into him and blood had soaked it to that colour. I pulled it out and stared in horror at the hole it left behind. I ran for the antibiotic ointment and applied that while River was finishing his meal (he eats really fast).

This…thing was in the fleshy part of his hind leg, where he couldn’t reach, so at least the ointment was going to stay put. River didn’t seem upset or even aware that I had done this but I was almost in tears.

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That’s where it was, deep inside there. It was really hard to even find it and pretty much sheer luck that I did. Still, it left me pretty shaken up and I  was determined to perform a close inspection of all his fur, just in case there were any other things stuck in there.

Of course, I didn’t find any more. But what were they? And where did they come from? And how did they end up on the thigh of my doggie?

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Looking around the yard, I found these seeds and I think that’s what imbedded itself into River’s back thigh. There are thousands of these all over the yard thanks to the massive tree that sheds them.

I still have no idea how that seed ended up embedded inside River and no way to keep them away from River or Ocean. Raking the entire lawn one day only caused exhaustion and I was certain I heard the tree laugh as it spilled even more seeds to the ground.

For the next few days, I hovered anxiously over each dog as they stepped outside into a minefield of dangers. With an eagle eye, I followed every movement and dashed outside to prevent certain disaster more than once.

The entire discovery was pretty disturbing and, while my therapist hubby assured me that my feelings were okay and I needed to ‘stay true to my process’, I searched River for signs of PTSD.

 

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River didn’t seem to be ‘processing’ anything. In fact, he seemed oblivious to the entire process. While I still searched his legs for other deadly impaled objects, he played with his bit of rope.

River’s lack of enthusiasm aside, I still think I did a good deed for my pooch. I gave myself a pat on the back for being a good doggie mom.