Where my dogs are rebels

If you’re looking to get a dog, one of the things you might do at first is research the breed you’re interested in. Dog breeds vary from one to another and it’s important to know just what the breed you’ve chosen is known for. There are great websites out there that you can read and will let you know what the breed will be like.

I certainly wish my two akitas could read. Maybe that way they’d behave more like the description on the websites.

The ckc.ca website describes the akita as “dignified and reserved, but courageous”. Dignified? Dignified? My dogs sleep on their backs with their furry paws sticking up into the air. Any dignity left them a long time ago.

The dog breed info website says that akitas are ‘docile’…something I’d like to remind my two about when they refuse to come in at night.

Canada’s Guide to Dogs says the akita is used as therapy dog. The mere thought of bringing my bouncy Ocean near a convalescing person makes me shudder with horror. Instead of therapy, she’d bounce all over them and cause new injuries. Not exactly what you’d want in a therapy dog.

Finally, dog breed reviews claims that the akita isn’t overly clingy or over-dependent. Ha! Ocean won’t eat until I give her ‘Morning cuddles’ and River refuses to go to bed unless I’m going with him.

Maybe I should try reading those websites to them again. They might clue in to their missing dignity, docility and calm nature…Then again, maybe not.

I’m not coming in!

Dignity Personified

Close ups of my babies

Well, I’ve always been a disaster at taking photographs. The camera could never capture the beauty I saw with the naked eye. Still, I tried again because there is a softness and love in my doggies’ eyes that the world sometimes misses.

Ocean getting kisses. She absolutely loves her cuddles. She’ll stop eating and ignore her food for kisses.

Classic River after eating dinner. Nap time!

This is me waking River up and trying to get him to face the camera…sigh.

This is ocean ignoring her dinner and trying to guilt me into giving her more cuddles.

Aren’t they sweeties?

How to feed 2 akitas in 11 easy steps

These steps vary somewhat, but I honestly follow most of them pretty much every Saturday morning.

  1. Hear Ocean get up and scratch at my bed again and realize she’s not going to stop until I get up. Curse the fact that it’s 6:30 am on a Saturday morning.
  2. Get up and try to not step on both dogs who are now trying to let me know just how much they love me by getting under my feet.
  3. Head to kitchen while reassuring a moaning River that he’s not going to die of hunger and that breakfast is coming.

    When is breakfast? And Second Breakfast? And Lunch? What about a mid-morning snack? And where are we on dinner?

  4. Promise myself that the next pet we get is going to be a stuffed bear.
  5. Try to make coffee while getting dog food ready. Ignore Ocean’s insistent demands for morning kisses by standing and staring at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen on a living creature.

    I’m sadly neglected

  6. Change dog water, kiss and hug Ocean, point out to River that breakfast is coming, he had a late night snack last night and he has yet to miss a single meal.
  7. Mix breakfast for dogs of kibble and something else for added nutritional value because Ocean won’t touch her food unless there’s something else in there.
  8. Give dogs their plates and realize I haven’t had a single sip of coffee. Curse again and promise myself next Saturday, Hubby will get up instead of myself.
  9. Promise River, who has already finished his breakfast, that more food will be coming and kiss Ocean so she starts to sniff hers.
  10. Desperately sip at my first cup of coffee. Feel caffeine hit system.
  11. Realize these dogs are adorable…and maybe we could get them a little brother or sister?

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.

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.

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.

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you if yours was good. Lately I’ve been having rotten luck getting a good cup of coffee. Nothing worse than that disappointment.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that yesterday was spent washing our two fluff balls of dogs. It took a good hour to get them both wet, washed and semi-dried. By then both my husband and I were exhausted and filthy while the dogs were exhausted and clean. We bundled them into my Jeep (note to self: must clean Jeep) and took them home where they immediately ran outside to get as dirty as possible. (note to self: hire someone to wash dogs in future).

If we were having coffee I’d share some of my doggie pictures with you. I tried to show in the pictures just how glorious their fur is now, all clean and super soft but somehow they kept moving around and the pictures don’t show what I mean.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we’re all exhausted today from the ordeal but the glory was in watching River close his eyes in bliss while soapy water ran over his back. He has skin allergies and the bath (along with the skin-sensitive organic shampoo) soothed those itches. With both my hubby and I giving him a rubbing massage, he absolutely loved the entire experience.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that smell is not wet dog. Nope.

How about you? How was your week? Anything you want to share?

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If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been my last week off before returning to work and I’m not sure I’m ready to head back. My Day Job is working with the public and though it’s both challenging and rewarding, I’m sort of scared to head back. The introvert in me is hiding in her shell.

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In other news, Ocean, our furry girl akita, has decided that her diet of kibble and treats we give her is not up to her Royal Fluffiness standards and has started to eat things outside in the yard. The yard being mostly made of grass and dirt, she’s eating said grass, some crab apples she finds and, most disturbingly, wild mice that she somehow catches. It’s this last part that worries me the most because wild mice aren’t exactly disease free. Also, she swallows the things and then has to puke them back up because her system can’t handle them whole. The entire thing is both incredibly disgusting and disturbing. How she likes to eat that when we give her healthy kibble, fruits, tuna and clean water is a mystery.

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Finally, this week my hubby has been furnishing his new office which means I’ve been drafted into helping him. Me, being incredibly strong and muscular (ahem!) I basically huff and puff and try to lift one end of the furniture while my husband curses in British and wonders why he didn’t invite his buddies to help out. I concur.

How about you? How was your week?

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Where my dogs are confused

I have been pretty honest with my attempt at eating a plant-based diet. I rambled on about what I thought and what I liked and what I struggled with. I thought, if nothing else, it would be a positive influence on me and my eating habits.

I never thought it would affect my dogs.

So, lately, I’ve started to notice changes in our pooches. Like River taking up eating cucumber. He loves tasting what I eat and he is always curious when I’m messing around in the kitchen. It seemed pretty harmless to let him sniff a bit of a cucumber. I thought he’d nose it and leave it. To my surprise, not only did he eat it, he asked for more. Since then, cucumber has sort of become his thing. He loves the stuff. Of course, he still loves peanut butter, apples, chicken, bacon, salmon and other traditional dog treats, but there is no denying cucumber has a special place in his doggie heart.

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Ocean thinks his fascination with the green vegetable is a bit of a joke. She absolutely hates cucumber and simply stares at me when I gave her a slice to try. Instead, her passion are blueberries. Especially if they’re frozen and mixed with her breakfast. She actually jumps onto her back legs and does a little dance when I open their bag. 

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But the most significant change came by only a few days ago. It was early morning (I mean early, these two do not understand the concept of sleeping in), I got up to let them gambol out joyously into the yard and stopped to watch them play. I stared, enjoying the sight of their bounces and runs about when I saw Ocean stopped, sniffed the grass and started to chew it. A moment later, River was following suit.

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What?

It may be a bit early to predict dire trends but I’m pretty certain that, somehow, my eating habits have influenced my dogs and they’re turning…vegetarian. Since that day, I have been watching my fluffy duo and, sure enough, every day they run out there eager to get their first taste of the succulent green strands.

Maybe it’s time I have a little heart-to-heart with my furry doggies and explain that they are supposed to be carnivores. Before we see other changes.

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If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that yesterday I had a moment of pure bliss. I was seated on the deck, smiling at the clouds, with my doggies snuggled at my sides. We were sharing an apple and reminiscing over the summer weeks gone by.

River’s highlight was having me home and getting all those extra kisses, Ocean’s was getting all the extra visits from little critters in our yard. While River chewed on his bits of apple, I had to admit that this summer was superb. It hasn’t been too hot and, though I had work to do, I was able to hang out and do plenty of mind-numbing nothing. Delicious.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that just yesterday my hubby invited a therapist friend of his and we all went out to enjoy some of our favourite hot drinks with decadent brownies. We ate and laughed and chatted about nothing and everything and, even though I’m a complete and dedicated introvert, it was awesome.

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Finally, I’d add my two cents about the show Game of Thrones, which I’m watching with my hubby who is obsessed delighted with it. (spoiler alert) I do have a lot of issues with the violence on that show…especially when animals get hurt, even if I know that it’s all pretend. Not nice.

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How about you? How has your summer been? How was your weekend?

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