It’s a lovely Saturday morning and I’m in heaven. I have my trusty doggies at my feet, softly snoring and sunshine pouring in the window. With no work today, things just look so fantastic.
What’s that? The crack in our ceiling you say? Yeap. That’s still there. Worse, if possible, instead of finding a solution, the structural engineer found water behind the wall.
And remember that scary spider I named Dante? Well, it’s back and, this time, it brought a friend. Obviously, our home is a major spider holiday destination.
Still, who cares? It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, it’s lovely out and there is no work until Monday. I’m in heaven
Our house is cracking open like an egg.
Let me back up. A few weeks ago, we had company over and they noticed a tiny, hair-like crack in our ceiling. We all laughed with confidence and continued our conversation thinking the crack would go away somehow.
Not only has the crack not gone away, it has visibly grown over time and now it has invited a friend.
My hubby was certain this crack was nothing to worry about. I wasn’t so sure and, when I started to see through the crack, I freaked out and called a structural engineer.
They’re coming tomorrow. I won’t mention how much it costs just to get these people in the door but I know what job I want in my next life.
I might have mentioned on this little blog that I’m afraid of spiders…I probably have…since I’m pretty terrified of them and everyone I know who has ears has heard me say so once or twice.
I had a victory today. Vacuuming. With my beloved Dyson.
There was an ugly, black one that came out of nowhere (they all do. Where on earth are they?). I screamed. Looked around for my protective furry doggies (who only opened one eye before going back to sleep) and I sucked it into the vacuum!
Now the vacuum doesn’t kill it. It has a compartment that you empty when it’s full and it was in there, running around with all its legs. So I was able to take the entire thing outside and release my unwanted house guest.
I’ve always wanted our home to be welcoming. I like to think our guests find the place pleasant. The only problem with this plan is when the guests are…unwanted.
The last couple of nights, we’ve left our windows open and it seems there is a local little guy who finds our home particularly attractive. He or she keeps coming back causing nasal nightmares.
Now, before I go any further, please note that I have nothing against skunks. They are lovely creatures and deserve every good thing that comes their way. They’re also adorably cute when little.
Still, there’s no denying their smell can make your hair curl.
Most people seem to know to stay away but, in a display of incredible intelligence, most dogs, seem unable to comprehend the consequences of bothering said animal.
I fear what might happen if mine meet this unwanted guest….
Quick! Happy thoughts!
Awww!!! That’s better.
Once upon a time there were two dog owners who were…well, a little nuts. They meant well, in their crazy little minds, but they were two raisins short of a fruit cake. So, when they went out to get their dogs new beds, they…well, they lost what little sanity they had left.
First, they already had two dogs beds. But they were old and getting lumpy, so they had to go.
Since their dogs weren’t too keen on them. Our two little loonie birds decided higher quality was needed and the beds went back to the store.
They got new, orthopaedic beds made with special foam. It seemed that since the dogs spent all day doing absolutely nothing, they needed to rest in special comfort at night.
Since, these were greeted with delight by the doggies, our two heroes finally could put their quest to rest.
Feel free to roll your eyes and shake your heads in exasperation now.
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.
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!
The sun was shining and we were walking. Sure, it was cold enough to merit snow pants and a toque but it was sunny! So, off we went.
I added a new loop to our route and now we have a nice little walk. With my two trusty pooches on leashes and Ocean with her backpack, we set off.
And it was really lovely.
There’s something really special about walking outside, hearing the early morning birds and feeling the sun on your face. At least, I loved it. Both my doggies seem to be exhausted after the walk but I think it was as good for them as it was for me. Motion is lotion, as a friend of mine likes to say.
Still, lotion or not, they’re dead to the world now.
I wasn’t sure about writing this post. This blog is about positive things and this is not in line with that. If you’re someone that’s sensitive about animals, I caution you to read no further.
I was walking my doggies yesterday and we walked by a group of people sitting and chatting. They had two dogs. One wasn’t on a leash and it attacked us.
A horrible dog fight ensued.
Rest assured, my lovely reader that there were no injuries. At least none of the type that leave blood behind. Still, there were bites and the other dog left limping.
And I was a shaky mess by the time it was all over.
I called the city to report the incident and they gave me some recommendations. Of course, they would prefer everyone keep their dog on a leash or behind a fence so that this sort of incident doesn’t happen. But, since some people don’t, they recommended carrying dog spray. Apparently, the spray doesn’t do any permanent damage but will stop a dog from attacking.
I thought I’d share this incident and ask for ideas. Does anyone else have experience with this and do they have any suggestions? (hopefully one that doesn’t involve hurting any of the dogs)
What started out as an innocent, male-bonding exercise has changed into a major bathroom reno. Hubby and his bestie, Shane had no qualms about tearing our shower apart and they didn’t think adding the bathtub and floor into their plans was a big deal.
I beg to differ.
They also have, for reasons known only to their brains, decided that the shower head and the shower controls need to be in different walls of the shower. When asked for an explanation, their answer was both vague and confusing, involving words like air ducts, joist beams and electrical work. I, however, managed to understand.
After two days of hammering, nailing, sawing, banging and only the gods know what else the only thing we have to show for all that noise is a dust-covered construction area too dangerous for anyone to walk through without protective gear.
The only ones unaffected by the sudden and untimely death of our bathroom are our pooches. They’re delighted with their walks and unperturbed about the length of this male-bonding exercise.
Meanwhile, I dream about having a long, hot shower.