If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that River, my faithful doggie, has started showing some initiative. At night, when he’s had enough of staying up, he comes to my side, sighs loudly and stares at me until I get up and go to bed. Apparently, it’s not okay for him to go to bed on his own, he has to have me with him. Following his lead, I ushered my hubby to bed early the other day. Hubby thought the entire thing was too funny for words.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that we’ve been having a cold spell that was too brutal for words. When the temperature reached -26 C without the wind, being outside was out of the question and I’ve been keeping a close eye on my puppies. When they’re outside, they seem to forget the temperature and play on the snow with delight. Winter-dogs or not, I’m not comfortable leaving them out there for longer than 15 minutes or so. I worry about their little ears and wet noses. So I call them in and they do come…reluctantly and giving me sad looks of regret.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you just how cold it was where you live. It seems this freezing spell has hit most of North America and there isn’t a spot that wasn’t under some sort of weather warning.

Definitely time for another cup of beautiful coffee. And a huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our Coffee Share.

Close ups of my babies

Well, I’ve always been a disaster at taking photographs. The camera could never capture the beauty I saw with the naked eye. Still, I tried again because there is a softness and love in my doggies’ eyes that the world sometimes misses.

Ocean getting kisses. She absolutely loves her cuddles. She’ll stop eating and ignore her food for kisses.

Classic River after eating dinner. Nap time!

This is me waking River up and trying to get him to face the camera…sigh.

This is ocean ignoring her dinner and trying to guilt me into giving her more cuddles.

Aren’t they sweeties?

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?

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this week we’ve been having ideas. Mine was to create a better cushion for our doggies in their beds. They have those usual doggie beds you get in the stores but the stuffing bunches up and they end up with parts that have nothing and parts that are all lumpy. So…I searched and looked and looked and finally found some memory foam meant for human beds. I bought some, cut it to fit and stuffed it inside.

This one shows the memory foam inside. Keep in mind, I doubled it because…well, I’m nuts.

This is the final product…so comfy!

And yes, our two doggies rested their fluffy tails on these cushions and loved them.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hubby also had an idea. His came from a friend who told him that the thing to do nowadays was to have a back up wallet. As in, a fake wallet for when someone tries to steal your wallet, you can just give them the fake one.

Demonstrating his cunning intellect, my hubby thought this was a great idea. Never mind that he has never had someone try to steal his wallet. This was an emergency and needed to be done ASAP and he now is the proud owner of two wallets.

If we were having coffee, I’d warn you not to look at this unless you are ready; the video broke my heart.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5160363/Soul-crushing-footage-starving-polar-iceless-land.html

I’ll be honest and admit I cried, that it kept me up at night and that, even now, makes me worry about those beautiful animals, literally starving to death.

I know there’s little one person can do and my little contribution won’t do too much, but I found this grassroots habitat dedicated solely to Polar Bears; the Cochrane Polar Bear Habitat and I had to give them some money.

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Aren’t they simply gorgeous?

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting the coffee share.  And to you, my lovely reader for reading. Let me know how your week went!

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d ask for a second. My head feels like a beehive and I can’t seem to focus. I think I might be sick…so it’s a good thing you’re on the other side of a computer screen. I don’t want you to catch it.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this week has been exhausting. It felt like a month-long instead of 5 days and the fact that my hubby was away for the weekend didn’t help my mood at all.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had the most bizarre experience yesterday. I was home, feeling sick with my two fur-balls (aka dogs) and I started to watch football.

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I can blame my illness on the fact that I suddenly wanted to watch the sport, I certainly haven’t ever watched it before when I was healthy, but the fact of the matter is that I watched the entire game…all two hours of it. Two. Hours.

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Obviously, I have some sort of mental disease.

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A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting the Weekend Coffee Share. It’s one of those posts I really enjoy. Thanks for reading!

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d whine about my week. At work, one of my colleagues got so sick he’ll be in the hospital for months and his job has been given to someone else. My job changed as a result and, since they can’t just hire someone right away, I’m basically doing the work of two people.

So, this weekend, after a week of craziness that topped all other craziness, I got sick. So I’m moaning to you, my lovely reader, and my fluffy doggies since my hubby is away at a workshop (convenient, eh?).

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how you were doing…from a distance so I wouldn’t share my germs. I’d tell you that I particularly liked Trent’s post about his weekend with his puppy. Puppies are the best.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my two fluff-balls are really trying to get me to feel well by waking me up at 6am and demanding more kisses and cuddles than usual.

One of the troublemakers

The other guilty party

And, of course, I brought a ton of work to do at home…that ought to kill any lingering germs, right?

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Where Ocean is sick and I rant

Ocean, our lovely, fluffy, spoiled girl akita, has always been a picky eater. She likes blueberries, if you please, and only organic ones, please. But she won’t eat strawberries and turns her nose at bananas.

While River will almost eat your finger when you offer him cheese, Ocean will sniff it endlessly before making a commitment. At every meal, River consumes his kibble in under a minute. Ocean sits and stares at it endlessly until we pet her and encourage her to eat it. Finally, after about an hour, she will dignify the offering of food and reluctantly eat it.

Now, as picky as she is with our kibble and organic treats, she finds earth, grass and the little putrid crab apples in the yard irresistible. Another thing that temps her choosy palate are dead mice or putrid critters. And, to my horror, she’s not beyond eating sticks.

Please note, all of these things aren’t good for her. However, dogs are blessed with an incredibly short digestive system which means they can survive eating things that would kill most humans. Still, even a digestive system as powerful as theirs has its limits and at times, they have to puke some of those tempting offerings back up to avoid complications.

I wasn’t concerned when she didn’t eat supper a couple of days ago. She does that, especially since the kibble didn’t have tuna added to it. I wasn’t concerned when she took her usual 2 hours to eat her breakfast yesterday. But this morning, the sounds coming from her stomach made me think someone was dying.

I rushed to get my stethoscope (I have one for my dogs–don’t judge me) while my lovely hubby stared at her in shock. While I poked and robbed her tummy, he got her a cup of tea that Ocean promptly ignored.

So, I’m super worried. The stomach of this puppy of ours is still making all sorts of weird sounds. Ocean doesn’t seem at all bothered by it, but still.

Hubby is pretty certain she’s gone outside and eaten something terrible and, unfortunately he’s probably right. But, of course, this is the long weekend and our trusty vet is away and ignoring my frantic calls. So, I’m trying to give her a massage, plenty of water and rest.

Does anyone know how to make kibble taste better and more like putrid apples and earth? Maybe if I can manage that, she’ll eat what we give her and leave the other things alone.

My silly, little baby girl.

Guess who came over for dinner…

I love living in the country.

This little guy came over to nibble at our grass. To the consternation of my two akitas who were determined to get to know him a little better. I made sure that meeting didn’t happen.