A lovely doggie walk

Today was such a sunny, lovely day that I decided to take a little walk with my two favourite doggies. Armed with a hat for my head, doggie bags for the unmentionables and a smile for the neighbours, we took off. We usually head downtown and back but the day was so nice that I decided to take a different route and head to the water.

Getting to the water was not difficult. It’s a massive lake that seems to take over the horizon. The harder part was figuring out our way back. None of the streets looked familiar. Still, I had a sense of where our house should be and off we went.

A few wrong turns and several doggie bags later, we got home. I didn’t think it was an excessively long walk. My dogs, however, had a different view point.

Did we just hike to the other side of Canada?

Who put her in charge of directions?

Needless to say, these two are not long-distance runners.

Where my hubby is crazy

We were thinking about trying to get something like a dog house for our two fluff-balls in our yard when I mentioned that Ocean loves to climb on things…

And my hubby decided to take action. He talked to a buddy and came up with this idea for our dogs.

I’ve seen smaller castles.

Quarantine a la dog

My two doggies don’t understand what is going on. They don’t know what Covid-19 is and have no idea we’re in quarantine. All they know is that mommy and daddy are spending a ridiculous amount of time at home.

And they’re loving it.

It means more kisses, more walks, more time with mommy.

That’s them, after a particularly long walk. Ocean (top) would like nothing better than to go on another one. River (bottom) only wants to catch his breath. He’s not a high-energy dog.

It’s hard to stay home, work from here and not see a single soul. I know I am fighting cabin fever. But, Canadians spend all winter pretty isolated. We’re pros at handling cabin fever. I could complain and be grumpy or I could look at the bright side:

There are two rather furry creatures who are delighted to spend so much time with me.

Where I need to learn from my dogs

This Friday, a colleague at work asked me if I was starting to stock up food just in case the Corona Virus became a pandemic. Well, I hadn’t even thought about stocking up on food, but as soon as she asked, I was mentally going through the contents of the pantry at home imagining us fighting over the last grain of rice.

This is where my dogs can teach me a lesson. They don’t worry about the corona virus, they don’t worry about their food supply, they don’t even worry about their next meal. They simply trust that things will work out

Not a single worry in that fluffy head

Instead, I dragged my hapless hubby through endless stores, worried about calamity after calamity and bought a ridiculous amount of tuna.

I don’t even like tuna.

Where my dogs are crazy

It’s a very cold, early morning.

Kisses have been given, breakfast eaten, treats received with happiness. We’ve had two visits outside.

It’s time to warm up by the fire. But do these two listen to me? Nope. They want to go back out there.

My dogs are nuts.

New doggie beds

I’ve been seeing these online recently. They claim to be really good for the dogs (or cats) because the fake fur reminds them of their mother’s fur and that creates a better sleep. It might all be a load of poo poo, but I thought I’d share this and see if anyone has had any success with these.

Luxury Shag Donut Cuddler Dog/Cat Bed (Size: 30x30") 1

True, we just bought our dogs new beds and true, we have a house that’s covered with moving boxes that we should be focussing on…but hey, who ever said I’m logical?

On beds and rebel dogs

Well, some things are coming together in our new home. 

Beds are sprouting everywhere. Even those for the four legged sort.

However, their fluffiness have yet to lay on them.

Apparently, they weren’t consulted on the colour of this particular doggie bed and it just won’t do.

 

Washing the dog a la hubby

We’re in the middle of packing our house. We’re trying to get a fence put up in our future house, we’re also trying to deal with a finicky well that’s not behaving, we’re packing and we’re working full time. So, what did we decided to do at this busy time?

Wash our dogs.

We had one little brain cell working though and we decided to only wash one dog. We picked River because he’s the biggest and hairiest and he itches, so he needs a wash more than fluffy, little Ocean.

We tried washing said pooch at a professional place, but River doesn’t like strangers. And we tried a self-serve wash that only poured out dirty water and made River dirtier than ever. Desperate, my lovely hubby decided to do this at home.

Never mind that we didn’t have a tub for a dog, or a way to dry the animal. He was determined to get it done. We were going to use our claw-footed delicate tub and to dry him (get ready,) we would use the leaf blower.

Hubby thought this last point was completely logical and practical. I was more hesitant. River doesn’t like loud noises and River is pretty big. I was pretty certain the idea ranked up there with trying to pet a porcupine. Still, never let it be said that I don’t have an open mind, we gave it a go.

Of course, the bath was a disaster. Of course, River got out while he was soaped and wet making a dash for it. Of course, the claw-foot tub is barely hanging in there after the experience and the bathroom looks like a bomb went off in it.

But the worst was yet to come.

To say that drying him off was a nightmare is the understatement of the century. Hubby held on to the massive leaf-blower while I held on to River’s leash. We counted down and he turned on the thing…

And River was simply gone. I was on the ground, getting the benefit of the leaf-blower’s power and hubby was trying to turn off the blasted machine. The only one who didn’t get blown around was River. He legged it out there faster than I’ve ever seen him move.

Many towels and several cups of tea later, we sat in our living room and took stock of our loses. River was still wet. The bathroom was catastrophic. There was a smell in the house, a mixture of wet dog, dirt and human exhaustion, that was hard to describe. And there were clumps of wet dog hair practically everywhere the eye could see.

With an exhausted sigh, I turned to my hubby.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he observed, indomitable. “We should do Ocean next week.” And a couple of dog hairs fell off his head.

A quiet morning

It’s a quiet morning here at the Akita house. I’m up because I’m an early bird and the akitas got up with me. Neither of them are morning doggies but they get up, reluctantly, because I’m up.

It’s Saturday morning, so by all rights, I should be sleeping but it’s dark outside and quiet. I love mornings like this. It’s as if the entire world is still asleep. It’s quiet, peaceful and still. There’s time to get a second cup of coffee or to linger over a book or to journal.

Mornings like this, I tend to give the doggies extra kisses and hugs. I kneel by their side and ask them if they had good doggie dreams. I kiss their soft furry heads and tell them what’s going to happen today. They blink, sigh, close their eyes and fall asleep.

River has had his breakfast and is back in dreamland. This is very early for him. Besides, he’s never been a high energy dog and he likes nothing more than to sleep by my feet.

Ocean is still considering her kibble. It doesn’t have anything special this morning and she’s not sure she wants to dignify the offering with her attention. Still, she doesn’t want River to eat it, so she’ll lay by the bowl and sleep there. Kisses given and compliments paid, she’s going to sleep. She is not and has never been a morning doggie. Eventually, I’ll have to take her food away, if only so that she can go back to her cushion and have a proper nap.

I’ll have to take get up and give her still more kisses and encourage her to eat her kibble again. If she refuses, then I’ll take it away. She’ll go back to her cushion then, for a more comfortable nap. River won’t leave my side, no matter how comfortable the cushion is. He’s pretty stuck on me.

There are a million things to do, emails to answer, bills to be paid and disasters to correct today. But they can all wait for a bit. Right now, things are quiet, I have a cup of coffee at my side and my lovely doggies at my feet. What else can a girl ask for?