Selling a house with doggies

We’re trying to sell our house. Did I share that with you? It’s been crazy here, so I might have completely dropped the ball on that. Ahem! News! We’re trying to sell our house. Now, most people try to sell and then buy a new house. Not us. We went looking and found a house we liked and suddenly, wanted to sell our house.

Of course, the problem with our approach is that now we’re desperate to sell. Desperate because if we don’t sell, we lose the house we want.

In order to sell, we have to clean, clean and then clean again, we have to get rid of those quirky things we thought we’d use and haven’t and we have to fix everything that might be wrong with it.

This means we’ve hired a contractor to put a new shower in a bathroom, we’re painting floors and giving things away to anyone who so much as approaches the house.

As a child, moving meant new friends who didn’t know I was a complete geek. It meant we could eat out more. And it meant sneaking forbidden toys into moving boxes.

Now, I have explained we’re moving to our doggies, who seem completely relaxed with the entire idea. In fact, they seem a little too relaxed.

I might have to keep a closer eyes on our boxes.

New cushions

It’s that time of year again. Kids go back to school, the leaves change colour, the weather starts to get colder…and akitas get new cushions.

Ocean’s new cushion

River’s bigger

Yeap, sadly neglected these two.

Hurray for Hubby!

Well, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let our two trees sit there and die. It was a job that was way too tough for me to do alone in spite of my amazing muscles. (ahem!). So, as soon as hubby was back from his therapy thing, I asked him for help.

The trees were behind these partition plastic things the drillers had put to guide the clay down to the drain. It hadn’t worked and the clay had accumulated into this massive puddle. It stinks, sucks any boot you’re wearing off your foot faster than you can say help and is a nightmare to wash off.

It was a coordinated effort between my hubby and I, but the truth is he did the bulk of the work, finally liberating the squashed fir trees from their prison and dragging them to the backyard. Once there, we had to protect them from our curious fluff-balls of dogs who immediately wanted to know what we were up to and then, of course, make holes for the new residents of the yard.

A good couple of hours later, we had planted, fed and watered our trees. We were exhausted and more filthy than I can describe. We stunk like the clay and had bruises and scrapes from the pine needles of our rescued friends.

Planted!

We were also jubilant.

Sure, our two trees are a little worse for wear and sure, they might still die; but we’ve given them a chance. It was awesome.

Only thing is…our yard now has 6 new trees…and it’s starting to look a lot less like a yard and more and more like a forest.

Ah…hope

Finally, we’re seeing some signs of Spring. They’re so lovely, I can’t put them into words.

Okay, the last one wasn’t a sign of spring. It’s just Ocean enjoying the sights of spring, especially those of chipmunks.

Where I can’t watch

Warning: there are some mild spoilers on this post about the Series: Game of Thrones. Stay away if you haven’t watched it or dislike any type of spoiler.

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My lovely hubby has been avidly watching the series Game of Thrones. That means, I have been watching it as well.

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I watched Season 7 with a mix of fear and delight. The story is just great and, though there was imminent and present danger, I was able to get through it without having to close my eyes too many times.

However.

Season 8 is proving to be something of a challenge.

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The two episodes we’ve had so far were a delight for me. We had dialogue, reunions and everyone was alive and healthy…The problem is that there is a terrible, terrible battle coming and…well, I don’t think I can watch it.

Bad things are coming…

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It’s really scary…

And, let’s face it, I’m a big, BIG, chicken.

So, what am I going to do? The only thing I can do. Let my hubby watch it, tell me most of it, freak out, wait a while and finally, while hugging my loyal doggies, watch the episode.

Of road trips and dog beds

There was a trip in our future because, since Canada is so spread out, anything you want to buy is at least an hour away. This trip was a couple of hours so, gritting our teeth against the freezing rain on the windshield, we put our boots on and off we went like a herd of turtles.

Several hours later, purchase made, we were heading back when I spotted a Petsmart!..you know where they have all sorts of things for pets?

Not that long after, we were back on our way…with a couple of new purchases.

Yeap. We might have bought these exact beds for our pooches before and…yeap, they’re still very expensive but no one said we had any fiscal restraint when it comes to our pooches.

Besides, they love these beds. Or, at least, we think they do.

Where the kibble is just not good enough

Well, I might have mentioned that we have 2 dogs. They’re akitas and we love them dearly. As caring doggie parents, we try to take good care of them, walk them, hug them and feed them good food.

Believe it or not, our search for just the right kibble for these two has been a labour of love that took years. We’re not newcomers at the dog food store. We’ve had other fussy eaters before but Ocean, our little princess, beats them all.

Only kibble? I want to register a complaint with the chef.

River, our tubby guy, will eat anything not nailed to the floor. That, itself is an issue, because we don’t want him to be unhealthy.

Breakfast was exhausting.

So, our kibble has to be perfect for both Ocean and River because to have 2 different brands would send us over the edge into insanity. We have searched, asked experts, compared the tiny ingredient writing in the bags and changed our minds a hundred times. Finally, we have one that we agree on and that our doggies like.

So, what do we do? We add things to it.

That pale stuff in there? That’s tuna. Yeap. We don’t eat it…but we buy it for our dogs

5 things I learned from my dogs

I value the wisdom of my dogs. In spite of all our technological advances as humans, there are times when I truly wonder who is the species with the greater intellect.

5. Trust your gut (nose).

4. No matter what, I love you.

3. A daily walk is a must.

2. Make time to play and rest.

1. The present moment is everything.

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s still freezing here. In fact, we have freezing rain in our forecast. Lovely, isn’t i? A couple of days ago, the Polar Vortex was among us giving us incredibly frigid temperatures, snow squalls and the promise of frostbite if we dared to venture outside.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my husband’s patchy, duck-tape ‘fix’ of our dogs’ beds is over and they both now have new beds. This is good news for both doggies and people, since the old dog beds were a complete eye sore.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Groundhog Day promised us an early spring and I, for one, can’t wait.

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!