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 I can already see the first signs of Fall in the trees. Some of the leaves are changing and they’re getting to that beautiful reddish hue that only maples have. I love fall, but I miss the extra hours of daylight that summer provides.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’ve been watching a British show (we only get UK channels with our new system) called: Paul O’Grady for the love of dogs.

Not only do they rescue, help and find new homes for the dogs, Paul is hilarious and makes me laugh with every episode. He chats with the dogs and asks them questions and he’s just so funny. It’s hard to stop watching and yesterday, I watched an entire season in one go.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that River has been itching like crazy lately. I think he might be allergic to something, so we’ve started giving him allergy medication…but, just in case, we’re also going to give him a bath. Since River hates baths, giving him one is akin to trying to wash one of the dragons from Game of Thrones, a herculean and massive task to be avoided at all costs.

Finally, I’d ask you how your week was going, how things are on your end and what news you have to share.

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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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Where River shocks me

Since we live with two fluffy, spoiled akitas, we try to be responsible dog owners. When we got our home, one of the first things we did was put up a fence. We then build a designed dog-house for our pooches, complete with shingles, doors and raised floor (of course, they refuse to use it). When we walk our trusted doggies, we take them on leashes and bring bags to pick up the unmentionables.

The fence is a big deal for me and so are the leashes. I know we’re not perfect dog-parents, but I could not forgive myself if my dog got run over by a car or bit someone because I didn’t put up a fence or because I let them wonder off-leash.

That’s why it’s so hard for me to understand why other people let their dogs wonder unsupervised.

We do live in the country and things are more relaxed here. Still, the law says that dogs have to be on-leash and behind fences. However, there have been many a time when we’ve been walking that a strange dog has come wondering towards us. Usually, one word from me sends the dog back to their home…Usually.

Yesterday, we were walking our two wonder-dogs when there was a blur and a strange dog was on top of Ocean, growling.

I screamed (terribly useful, I know), my hubby stared in shock and River attacked. He only got to bite the dog once. But it was enough. With a yelp of pain, the strange dog ran off while I was still trying to understand what had happened.

River. Attacked the other dog.

This is the dog that loves kisses, that follows me around everywhere (even to the shower), that loves cheese and cucumbers, that hates shouts and loves to watch animals on TV. He’s more of a fluffy teddy bear than any other dog I have ever had. When I feed him a treat, he takes it with his lips so as to avoid hurting my fingers. He hates it when I leave the house and gives me the saddest look of reproach. He sleeps at my side and would sleep on the bed if I let him.

River, snuggling into his bed

River watching TV

River asking for kisses and snuggles

 

River attacked the strange dog.

I’m still in shock.

No matter what I think of the law or people’s choice of care with their pets, I was concerned that the other dog might have been injured. I suggested trying to follow it home and see if it was okay. My hubby canned that suggestion explaining that taking our two akitas after the strange dog was definitely not a good idea.

Today, River is back to his snuggly, loving self. I’m still trying to process what happened.

 

 

If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our garage is almost finished and I have the pictures to prove it.

Stairs to get into our home

A hinge I thought was inspirational

The corner of a window…don’t I take incredible pictures?

Okay, he might look tiny in the picture but this spider was actually massive. As in dinaussor-sized massive!

My lovely Jeep, safe and sound in his new home…and yes, I parked too close to the door. Oops.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my lovely hubby just had a fit over the dogs. He was tip toeing his way around a sleeping River when the dog decided to move…and, trying to avoid stepping on him, the man went flying into a pirouette. It was an incredibly graceful move for a man that is not on the small side. However, River didn’t find it that impressive, and he didn’t think the decidedly British curses that followed were inspiring either.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that just this weekend was the first time when I couldn’t finish a book I had started. It was an odd experience that left me pretty stunned.

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How about you? How is this week treating you?

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If we were having coffee…

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If we were having coffee, I’d be on my second cup…and loving it. Since I seldom have 2 cups, the second one is sheer luxury. One more reason to love the weekends.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this particular weekend is my hubby’s birthday and, though he just got a very spiffy new truck, we’ll probably do something to celebrate…we just don’t know what right now. Any suggestions? He’s pretty set on seeing a movie and I, being my outgoing, extrovert self, want nothing to do with that.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you work just gave me a change in my position for next year…and it’s one that no other colleague wants, so I have to study, literally study all this stuff to learn how to do it right. I’ve already started and I can tell you the subject is dreadful. I can see why no one wants this position and that I will definitely make mistakes. This is no easy walk in the park. Wish me luck.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that River, at the ripe old age of 5, is starting to become quite the grump. Just like his mother, he wants nothing to do with the outside world and will only leave the house when his bladder absolutely demands it. He’s also developed quite a taste for kisses and demands those more and more frequently. Finally, he’s starting to ignore his father and will only listen to yours truly. This last issue doesn’t sit well with my lovely hubby who believes I have spoiled him silly.

Isn’t it lovely to just sit, talk and have a lovely cup of coffee? The only thing that could make this better would be a book…but then I’d be ignoring you and that’s just not right. How was your week? Any news on your end? Talk to me.

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Update on Ocean…

A little while ago, I rambled on about our doggie Ocean who wasn’t acting like herself. One mental breakdown on my part later, we were at the vets’ inside an incredibly tiny and stuffy office. After much poking, prodding of Ocean and sweating like overcooked noodles from ourselves, the vet recommended switching her food (she might have allergies to it) and doing blood work and stool analysis.

River, super-serious as usual

I’m not one to leave things to chance. We had just switched our doggies’ food thinking this new brand might be a better quality for them but, since Ocean was obviously poisoned not reacting well to it, it had to go. Without further ado, we threw out the old and went shopping for new. Meanwhile, I cooked some oatmeal, eggs and tuna (we’re vegan but our doggies are not and they love tuna) and I made her a little get-better meal for her…though River thought it was awesome as well.

My lovely girl, not feeling her best

Since our last vet visit Ocean, who has always been on the thin side, has lost over 4 kilograms. Translated, that’s about 9 lbs…a huge percentage of her already tiny weight. It might very well be due to allergies over food, but my overactive mind created all sorts of other horrific diseases that could also be responsible for this issue. Terrified, I waited on pins and needles for the blood work and analysis results.

Finally, after calling the vet so many times I memorized the number, they came in.

This is where it can’t be easy to be a vet, but it’s also super challenging to be a patient. While the stool revealed nothing wrong, the blood work was inconclusive. Ocean has slightly elevated kidney numbers which might indicate an infection, might indicate something as dire as kidney disease (incurable, by the way), might just be a reaction to her food or might not be anything at all. I banged my head against the wall while the vet tried to calmly explain all the possible scenarios. I have to give her credit because, while I freaked out, she patiently explained everything from Leptospirosis to cancer. I wanted symptoms, outcomes (bad and good) and prognosis…and I wasn’t exactly mellow while she explained all the dire consequences that my poor, fluffy Ocean could be facing. Worse, if possible, she could be contagious and be giving some of these terrible diseases to River.

At some point, I started to bawl and became incomprehensible, so lovely hubby had to take over. I know they’re only dogs, but my silly heart doesn’t listen to reason or logic. It’s head over heels with these two fluff balls and nothing but happiness on their side will do.

Our gorgeous boy

So, what’s the prognosis? Well, unfortunately, medicine with animals is challenging mostly because they can’t talk to us. Ocean can’t tell us what hurts. The good news is that, since the last time we weighed her, she’s put on about 3lbs (that’s great news in only 7 days) and that she had almost clear results on the blood work and stool sample. But the truth is, gentle reader, that we don’t know for certain. I’m really hoping that it’s just a bad reaction to her food and things will keep getting better but we won’t know until a few weeks go by and she gets really better.

Meanwhile, I will give her extra cuddles and kisses…and River as well so he won’t feel left out.

Beautiful girl

 

Where River defends me

Just yesterday, my hubby was away doing his therapy thing and I was deep in a new book (bliss!) when Ocean barked. Now, akitas aren’t barking dogs. So, when they do, it’s important.

I left my book and peeked outside the window and there, in the middle of our front yard, was a strange car. I frowned wondering if it was in trouble but soon enough, a rather large bearded man emerged from the vehicle and it was obvious that: 1. he wasn’t in trouble and 2. he planned on leaving his car parked in the middle of our front yard.

Like most Canadians, I don’t like confrontations. I prefer to bend, be kind and go on my merry way. I’m small and slight, not exactly a threatening size. My face can do funny, kind and sad but it messes up angry. When I frown, people smile back. So intimidating isn’t my strong suit. Still, since the snow had mostly melted and the ground was soft, this car was going to do major damage to our front yard. I had to say something.

That’s when I thought of River.

At a good 20 lbs over 100, my lovely furry boy is on the large side of an akita. Add his lovely, thick fur and you’ve got a good sized dog. The opposite of Ocean who loves every two legged person she meets, River is more interested in food than people. He’s wary of strangers and very protective of yours truly. The result is he usually glares at new comers.

With River at my size, I headed over to the neighbour’s. There was a group of men, all rather on the large end of the scale, chatting, smoking and drinking beer. Giving them my best smile, I held tightly to River’s leash and asked them if there was any chance they might be able to move the car.

“I’m really sorry to bother you, I just worry about our grass,” I added.

The owner of the car turned in my direction and two small, dark eyes focused on me. Canadian or not, there wasn’t a single ounce of kindness in that stare. Then they flickered to River.

“Sure. I’ll move it right away,” he grumbled.

Have I mentioned that I love my dogs? They’re the best!

Warning: feral dog ahead

Here’s my protective, watch-dog, River busy guarding our home.

River hard at work

River hard at work

Here’s a close up of the dangerous fiend.

Notice the eyes are half-closed....

Notice the eyes are half-closed….

He’s sadly neglected as well as vicious…

That's my hand trying to wake him up...and not working.

That’s my hand trying to wake him up…and not working.

Yeap. He’s super-dangerous, this one.