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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A two-rabbit alarm

It’s a lovely Sunday morning here in Akita country. It’s early though. This morning our two fluff balls woke me up at 6am because…well, just because they were up and they wanted me up too. Knowing there are battles I can win and battles that are better left alone, I cursed them and their hairy ancestors, and got up. A cup of coffee later, I felt human enough to hug and kiss them properly.

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And then they saw them.

Ocean and River fascinated

Two rabbits. Not one, two. The sheer numbers almost sent Ocean bouncing to the roof.

The rabbits were super cute and clearly sick of paparazzi because they didn’t let me take a single picture. They ate their breakfast and left; unlike Ocean and River who remain mesmerized at the window, hoping for herds of bunnies to come out of the foliage.

I’ll try to take them on a walk by where we saw the rabbits today. They’ll be able to smell the little creatures and get all excited. Then we’ll walk around, smell the leaves and admire the colours.

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There are possibilities in the country.

Saturday Morning at the Akita House

It’s early morning here and we’re up. After a breakfast with a bit of broth and their usual kibble, my two fluffy dogs have settled to watch things outside the window. There’s a cutie-patootie rabbit that comes to our grass to eat breakfast on a regular basis and my two akitas are fascinated by his every move.

Oohhh That rabbit!

They’re both at it right now, faces against the window, trying to get to the little rabbit while I sip on my breakfast cup of coffee.

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Breakfast and a show, aren’t Saturday mornings the best?

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d ask you what you were doing for Thanksgiving. We’re celebrating with a massive meal that’s guaranteed to make us all sick and grateful we are alive.

 

If we were having coffee I’d tell you Ocean is mostly back to her normal self. She’s still a little subdued but she’s eating and her stomach doesn’t sound like a orchestra warming up any longer. I am so grateful for Trent for his tip, I can’t even begin to tell you.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we already had family over yesterday and we played Euchre. My lovely hubby being the serious card player that he is, he called it on a 9 and promptly lost the entire game to the horror of his partner and our laughter.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that it’s dreary and wet and gross around here but I’m so grateful I haven’t heard anything in the news about Trump and North Korea that it doesn’t bother me at all.

Finally I’d ask you how your coffee was. I had the world’s most bitter brew yesterday. It was so nasty even adding tons of milk couldn’t dilute the acid taste.

How about you? How was your week?

Note: Weekend Coffee Share is a meme created by Part Time Monster.

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.

Where the food is disgusting

We had a professional development day not long ago and I made the mistake of asking for the vegan option at lunch…

The ‘salad’ was composed of one sad ingredient…and that brown stuff is supposed to be quinoa…supposed to be. It was slimy, cold and jelly-like.

Disgusting doesn’t cover it.

But I still tried to eat two forkfuls so I wouldn’t hurt the feelings of the ladies serving lunch.

You be the judge

I often tell my hubby that of us both, I’m the worse driver. However, here is my bumper…

Please notice there isn’t a blemish in sight

And here’s his bumper…

That bump and those white scrapes? Not supposed to be there.