Where River defends me

Just yesterday, my hubby was away doing his therapy thing and I was deep in a new book (bliss!) when Ocean barked. Now, akitas aren’t barking dogs. So, when they do, it’s important.

I left my book and peeked outside the window and there, in the middle of our front yard, was a strange car. I frowned wondering if it was in trouble but soon enough, a rather large bearded man emerged from the vehicle and it was obvious that: 1. he wasn’t in trouble and 2. he planned on leaving his car parked in the middle of our front yard.

Like most Canadians, I don’t like confrontations. I prefer to bend, be kind and go on my merry way. I’m small and slight, not exactly a threatening size. My face can do funny, kind and sad but it messes up angry. When I frown, people smile back. So intimidating isn’t my strong suit. Still, since the snow had mostly melted and the ground was soft, this car was going to do major damage to our front yard. I had to say something.

That’s when I thought of River.

At a good 20 lbs over 100, my lovely furry boy is on the large side of an akita. Add his lovely, thick fur and you’ve got a good sized dog. The opposite of Ocean who loves every two legged person she meets, River is more interested in food than people. He’s wary of strangers and very protective of yours truly. The result is he usually glares at new comers.

With River at my size, I headed over to the neighbour’s. There was a group of men, all rather on the large end of the scale, chatting, smoking and drinking beer. Giving them my best smile, I held tightly to River’s leash and asked them if there was any chance they might be able to move the car.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, I just worry about our grass,” I added.

The owner of the car turned in my direction and two small, dark eyes focused on me. Canadian or not, there wasn’t a single ounce of kindness in that stare. Then they flickered to River.

“Sure. I’ll move it right away,” he grumbled.

Have I mentioned that I love my dogs? They’re the best!

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that Ocean, one of our two super-spoiled akitas, might be a bit sick. She’s been licking herself to the point that she’s irritating her skin, driving my hubby up the wall and worrying me to bits. We have an appointment with the vet on Thursday and I hope they’re on a listening mood because I’m going with all my worries real and imaginary.

I’d also tell you that I finally have an appointment with a dietitian about our recent switch to plant-based food. I have to make a 3-day diary of what I eat and drink and then show it to them so they can tell me how balanced it is or how to improve it. I’m really looking forward to it because I want to know if we’re missing iron or proteins or vitamins as soon as we can so we can fix it. I’m also worried about my water intake. I might be part gecko because I don’t think I drink enough of the stuff.

Finally, before you started to think I was totally normal, I’d moan about our weather. It’s minus 26 with the wind and it’s March. Time for Mother Nature to get on with the program and start easing off. Worse, there’s a massive storm on our way for Tuesday. We already have warnings and special statements online and it’s only the weekend.

I am so not excited about this.

How about you? How is your weekend going?

Credits: Weekend Coffee Share is a meme developed by Part Time Monster and now hosted by Nerd in the Brain

Where I judge others

I’m going to be honest here, I judge people. I know I should not make passing judgements, but the truth is, I judge them. Worse, I have criteria.

1. You have a pet.

If you have a pet, you’re already my friend. We might not know each other, but you’re already in my circle of people I like and trust. Everything counts in my book, from a mouse to an exotic bearded dragon, if you have a pet at home, I like you–even if I don’t know you.

2. You have a dog.

Of course, if that pet should happen to be a dog, you’re among the few and friendly best. There’s no logical reason for this discrimination, but I find that dog owners (and cat owners are included in this category) are super kind, friendly people who happen to know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night because your best furry friend just puked up their dinner.

3. Your dog is massive, drools or you have several dogs.

These are a rare kind of people that must be cherished. They know what it’s like to have drool everywhere, to have many, many towels to hand to a guest as soon as they walk in the door. They understand what it’s like to try to pet your dog but your arms don’t reach around his girth. They know what it’s like to have such dog try to get on your lap because they don’t understand that they’re not a puppy and weigh around 150 lbs. They understand about being outnumbered at walk-time and know that the couch is theirs only for periods of time.

 

I find these are rare, precious individuals who have loving, warm hearts and aren’t afraid of a little dirt. They may not keep up with current fashion trends, but they know everything about trying to keep a house from smelling of dog and giving up during spring when said dog (or dogs) are perpetually wet.

Dog people understand like few can.

So, if you find yourself watching the beautiful parabolic arch of drool going from your furry friend’s mouth through the air into your cup of tea…don’t scream in frustration. Come and tell me all about it.

Trust me. I’ve been there.

 

 

Warning: feral dog ahead

Here’s my protective, watch-dog, River busy guarding our home.

River hard at work

River hard at work

Here’s a close up of the dangerous fiend.

Notice the eyes are half-closed....

Notice the eyes are half-closed….

He’s sadly neglected as well as vicious…

That's my hand trying to wake him up...and not working.

That’s my hand trying to wake him up…and not working.

Yeap. He’s super-dangerous, this one.

It was a calm and quiet morning…

Sunday morning, the dogs are sleeping at my feet. I have a fruit smoothie at my side (we’re doing this vegan thing) and I’m checking out the internet. All is good, all is calm. I love quiet mornings like this.

The week can wait, nothing has to be done today but to rest and relax and maybe kiss the dogs one more time. Isn’t it lovely to have weekends?

Of course, there’s also this…

 

Freezing rain

This is most of Ontario today.

Even our dogs, who are definitely creatures of winter, are having trouble staying standing in the slippery stuff.

Ode to a Saturday morning

Ahhh Saturday mornings. There is something simply delicious about them. The entire weekend is ahead, full of possibilities. I have a big cup of coffee in my hand. I’m typing away and my dogs are softly snoring at my feet. It’s the highlight of my week.

The house is dead quiet. My hubby is still in bed and the dogs, having had their breakfast and short little romp outside, are sleeping at my feet. The only sound around is the clicking of the keys on my laptop. It’s so peaceful.

There’s snow outside, and cold weather and ice and who knows what else. But, right now, nothing negative appears on my radar. It’s just me, my cup of coffee and my little blog. What a delicious morning.

Thanks for being a part of it with me!

My husband, the handy man.

We inherited our mailbox when we bought our house and though it wasn’t an example of postal beauty by any means, it did do its job. Lately, however, it was starting to lean decidedly backwards which caused all the snow that fell on it to land squarely inside and wet our mail.

Now, I’m the type to just let the mail air-dry and appreciate the crinkling it does once dry but my lovely hubby had other ideas. No mailbox of his was going to sit there, staring up into the sky if he could do anything about it. So, armed with duck tape and the dogs, he went to fix it.

This is our mailbox now.

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No need to say anything more, is there?

If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my dogs are nuts.

(credit: wikimedia)

(credit: wikimedia)

We’ve made them this specially constructed dog house complete with every thing from shingles to extra room, to special floor so that they’re warm and they insist on ignoring it. Instead, they lay on the snow, rolling around in the stuff until they’re covered with it.

We’ve bought them all sorts of doggie toys and placed them strategically around the yard, even going as far as to attach a doggie rope to the fence for easier chewing but do they use them? Nope. They’d much rather chew on our deck.

Finally, we insist on giving them good quality dog food, mixed with chicken broth and other treats to warm up their bellies in winter. But, in complete defiance to all reason and nutritional advice, they insist on eating dirt from our plants.

About this point in time, I’d probably realize you haven’t blinked it two minutes and try to change the subject to something more appropriate for coffee.

(credit: her campus)

(credit: her campus)

How are you? How are things with you and your delightful little pet bird? I bet he eats his seeds without issues.

 

(Weekend Coffee Share is a meme from Part Time Monster)