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.

A cold walk

There’s cold and then there’s cold. As Canadians, we’re pretty used to winter’s cool touch. But, even for us, there are days when it’s just too cold to do much outside.

You know it’s really cold when the sides of your nose stick together when you breathe in. The moisture inside your nose literally freezes them shut. When it’s that cold, the wind is like claws on your cheeks and forehead. It’s bad when it cuts into your cheeks but it’s even worse when you don’t feel the cold because that means you’re starting to get frostbite. At that temperature, your extremities are always tingling with the cold. Your fingertips and ears are numb and your toes are frozen stiff. The cold starts there but it doesn’t stop there. It moves slowly up your legs into your thighs, then your arms and just keeps gaining territory.

We were feeling all those things last time we took our pooches for a walk. The air was so frigid, snowflakes had frozen into tiny white balls of ice and were sleeting down on us. I had trouble talking because my facial muscles wouldn’t obey me in the cold and Hubby was gritting his teeth against the bite of the wind.

At our sides, our two akitas were bouncing like baby lambs. They were shoving their faces in the snow, climbing hills of the stuff and eating mouthfuls of the stuff. When we finally had to turn back, they were resistant and pulled at the leashes trying to keep us outside. When we walked into our house, huffing and puffing while we started to thaw, our two dogs were scratching at the door…to go back out.

Yeap. Our dogs are nuts.

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m thrilled that I survived Christmas. It’s a holiday that stresses me out and I’m super glad that I survived it this year. Family has been taken care of, loved and connected to and things are now on their way back to normalcy.

If we were having coffee I’d share that my doggies have no such concerns. Their immediate worry is lunch, quickly followed by what’s for supper. Since it’s Christmas, the answer is their kibble, with some treats such as gravy or broth or bits of turkey. They’re also rather fond of snow and I’m still trying to get over seeing them laying comfortably in the stuff in the middle of our yard.

Finally, if we were having coffee, I’d tell you that hubby shared with me that he’d like to have a third dog. This development might not shock you, gentle reader, but I immediately envisioned a dog-infested house…of course, then I thought of puppies and the infestation immediately disappeared.

If you’re rolling your eyes at this point, I don’t blame you. But…pupppieeeesss!!!

Okay, that’s enough of that. How are your holidays going?

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 tell you it’s been another very busy week. It’s something that we should expect, since we work with the public and it’s before the holidays, but somehow, it always takes me by surprise.

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If we were having coffee, I’d complain to you about my hubby. He is so hard to shop for! He has very wide feet and is not exactly gentle on his shoes, so he is in constant need of new footwear…that means slippers too. Well, none of the ones we’ve got for him are wide enough for his duck-feet or dignified enough for him. So, I got these…

He didn’t like them.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Leonard is still with the vet. They’re concerned about his eye and waiting to see how it heals. Poor little guy.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m still sniffling and sneezing. That cold I had last week seems to like me because it refuses to leave.

Hey, did you just use my napkin? Hm…

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our coffee share. And to you, reader for reading!

Life with one-person dogs

River is our second akita. We adopted him after we had Ocean because, according to my hubby the therapist, she was lonely. So, instead of one furry, fluffy dog, we now have two.

Akitas are an unusual breed. You don’t see them running about too often. They’re not eskimo dogs and they’re not labs…they’re a different sort of dog. And we knew basically nothing about them when we got them.

One thing the breeder warned us about is that akitas are ‘one-person’ dogs. Not knowing what she meant, we ignored her and headed home. It was only after we had the dogs that we started to understand.

Ocean is madly in love with my hubby. She cares for me, don’t get me wrong, but the love she has for Hubby knows no bounds. She cries when he leaves, can identify the sound of his car coming home and will smile if he so much as looks at her from across the room.

On the other hand, River is my dog. He follows me around the house like a shadow, gazes adoringly at me from the floor and hates it when I leave the house. He also has to be near me no matter where I go. That means that if I’m not quick and close the door, he’ll follow me into the shower.

We don’t have the largest bathroom in the world. It’s meant to contain a human being, not a massive akita. So, in the weekends, when I’m lazy and relaxed, River finds his way inside and I have to shower with him. As a result, my short shower routine turns into a long, drawn out ballet where I try to get clean while avoiding stepping on dog paws, tails and other bits.

Don’t feel too sorry for me. I usually also stop to kiss his furry head, pat him and explain to him what I’m doing with the blow dryer (River doesn’t like the blowdryer). This usually makes Ocean jealous and, if I’m not careful, she will also slip inside the bathroom, love for hubby notwithstanding.

Now two akitas in the bathroom is not a shower routine, it’s a disaster. It’s one of those things that we should have learned about before we got two of these fluff-balls. Still, we’re not complaining.

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Akitas don’t follow commands unless they feel like it, they can’t swim and they won’t chase a ball; but if you want a dog who’ll be your shadow, these guys are great.

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 tell you that we have snow…and our two akitas couldn’t be happier. I have yet to see them express that amount of happiness at the sight of us or food or their beds. Snow holds an incredible amount of glee for our two fluff-balls. They simply can’t get enough of the stuff.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lately, work has been actually fun. I work with the public and while they can be demanding, contradicting and maddening, they can also be cute, endearing and hilarious. I had a week where I spent most of my time at work laughing. Laughter, in my book, is one of the best things.

If we were having coffee, I’d share that my lovely, British hubby is obsessed with a restaurant and we’ve been going religiously to it every weekend since September. After two and a half months of the same food, I’m starting to look like the menu. If he suggests it next weekend, I might kick him in the buttocks.

How was your week? Is there anyone you’d like to kick?

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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.