Finally, we’re seeing some signs of Spring. They’re so lovely, I can’t put them into words.
Okay, the last one wasn’t a sign of spring. It’s just Ocean enjoying the sights of spring, especially those of chipmunks.
Well, I might have mentioned that we have 2 dogs. They’re akitas and we love them dearly. As caring doggie parents, we try to take good care of them, walk them, hug them and feed them good food.
Believe it or not, our search for just the right kibble for these two has been a labour of love that took years. We’re not newcomers at the dod food store. We’ve had other fussy eaters before but Ocean, our little princess, beats them all.
River, our tubby guy, will eat anything not nailed to the floor. That, itself is an issue, because we don’t want him to be unhealthy.
So, our kibble has to be perfect for both Ocean and River because to have 2 different brands would send us over the edge into insanity. We have searched, asked experts, compared the tiny ingredient writing in the bags and changed our minds a hundred times. Finally, we have one that we agree on and that our doggies like.
So, what do we do? We add things to it.
I was watching TV with my doggies yesterday. Ocean and River put up with the news and such but they love shows about other dogs. And so do I. Yesterday’s choices were particularly pertinent to them.
I sat with them, pointing out different scenes for them and explained how other dogs work for a living, how other dogs are abandoned and have it so much harder than mine do. The explanations were lost on my two fluff-balls.
These two are nothing like the hard-working, driven dogs that I saw on TV. Their noses aren’t trained to catch drugs or criminals and they certainly don’t work for hours on end. Instead, they like to try and destroy the yard we’ve enclosed for their protection and are very picky about the treats they eat.
I might have mentioned once or twice that we have dogs. We live in the country, see, so we got the aforementioned doggies for protection. When my hubby is away at night, I feel so much better knowing my furry friends are with me.
Get that? For protection. This is important in this rant.
Well, I took those two doggies on a walk today and we walked by a neighbour’s yard where they too had a doggie. This one, as it so happened, raced across the yard barking madly at us.
Now, before you worry, gentle reader, let me reassure you, no animals were hurt in this story.
Still, I had no idea what the dog was going to do. So I reacted…
I stood in front of my two ‘protective’ dogs, and raising my hand told the strange dog to stop and back off.
Yeap. I stood in front of my two dogs…
The ones we got for…well, protection.
As it so happened, my dogs would have none of that and walked back in front of me…tangling the leashes hopelessly around all of us and sending me down to the pavement in a mess of arms and legs.
The strange dog, meanwhile, stopped at the edge of his property to have a good laugh at us.
I think the pooch might have weighed a total of 20 lbs. Wet. (I won’t mention how much my own dogs weigh but 100 lbs is a lot of weight.)
And I stood in front of those two doggies we got for protection so no harm would come to them.
Yeap. You can laugh at me now.
The sun was shining and we were walking. Sure, it was cold enough to merit snow pants and a toque but it was sunny! So, off we went.
I added a new loop to our route and now we have a nice little walk. With my two trusty pooches on leashes and Ocean with her backpack, we set off.
And it was really lovely.
There’s something really special about walking outside, hearing the early morning birds and feeling the sun on your face. At least, I loved it. Both my doggies seem to be exhausted after the walk but I think it was as good for them as it was for me. Motion is lotion, as a friend of mine likes to say.
Still, lotion or not, they’re dead to the world now.
Ocean is one of our doggies. Unlike River, our other pooch, she’s full of energy. He’d rather lay around all day but Ocean bounces around our house like a jack-in-the-box.
Since they both have different levels of energy and they insist on walking together, it’s hard to know how long to walk them. Too long, you tire River out. Too short and Ocean is antsy.
It might look weird but that contraption is actually a backpack for dogs. You put it on their back and strap it around them. In the pockets, they can carry anything and, by doing so, they burn a little more energy than simply walking.
I wondered if Ocean would tolerate it, but she loved it. And now, she carries our house keys, our bags for…well…for…ahem…poop. And she does so with delight at her little job.
This has resulted in us doing more walks and longer walks than usual, which she has absolutely loved and River, if not delighted, at least he has done a bit of exercise.
So has yours truly. A win-win. I love those!
I’m going hunting.
No. Not animals…something more sneaky and foul.
That’s right. I’m hunting dog hair.
Ocean has decided this is the best time to shed her coat and she’s doing so all over the house. It comes off of her in literal puffs of hair like the one below.
Once off her body, the hairs decide to have a party and we get tumble-weeds.
Some of them are veritable mammoths that must be dealt with swiftly and without mercy.
I have weapons at my disposal just for this purpose.
And patience because her fluffiness can take weeks to completely shed her coat.
The only thing to do is to go hunting.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you hubby is due back today and…well, Ocean might have snuck onto his seat on the couch, but otherwise, the house hasn’t fallen apart without him.
I tried baking cookies yesterday and substituted brown sugar for molasses…well, the resulting cookies are heavy enough to fill a hungry bear for an entire winter. And that’s just one. I ate three yesterday and I though I was going to die. 24 hours later and I’m still digesting them.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I haven’t touched the snow on the driveway and it’s a good thing I drive a Jeep because it’s getting up there in places. As in up there to my waist! The even better news is that we have everything from snow to freezing rain coming today. Hubby is going to take one look at our driveway and get back on the plane.
Yes, my dogs have been up to their usual tricks but things have been pretty mellow around here.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work has been insane. I’ve seen coworkers cry and quit (Not exactly what you’d call an endorsement for my job). I haven’t quit or complained but I’d love an easier work week…or if spring started early.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how you are. How was your week? How is work? Did you have time to do some fun things this week? Do some self-care? I didn’t get to the bookstore yet, but it’s on my to-do list.
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosing Coffee Share and to you, my lovely reader, for reading!
It’s not necessarily that cold out today but it’s certainly dark outside. It’s only 7am and the akitas are up to their old tricks.
Ocean has already eaten her blueberries and pieces of a pizza slice that I gave her in her breakfast. The kibble, though is a different story. She stares at it endlessly hoping it will sprout something interesting. Eventually, I take it away and she sighs with disappointment.
This is River, who has eaten his breakfast and would have eaten mine and Ocean’s without so much as a how-do-you-do. Instead he had to settle for snooping around the kitchen looking for crumbs. He’s obviously sadly neglected.
And me? I’m savouring a delightful cup of coffee. It’s massive and steaming and just delicious. Obviously I’m sadly neglected too.
How is your Saturday morning going?
We watched the movie John Wick yesterday and I couldn’t get over the little puppy who stars in it. Adorably cute, the little beagle was a model of puppy cuteness and good behaviour. So much so, I immediately wished my own two fluff-balls could at least learn something from him.
He never once bothered the humans around him to get a petting or with an inappropriate whine. He sat patiently inside his tiny crate until the hero was ready to hold him. He even had the thoughtfulness to look cute while in his crate. If I don’t let my two hounds in seconds after I arrive home, the noise they make could wake the dead.
The little dog never once messed up the house either with bodily functions or with other nasty habits (such as eating the dirt from plants until they die).
And, most importantly, while he did wake his owner up in the morning, he, at only months of age, already had the consideration to do so when the sun was up and not at ungodly hours.
True, the little puppy was a professional actor while the only thing mine can do professionally is get into trouble.
Speaking of trouble…where is Ocean and what is that noise coming from the bedroom?
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