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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
We’re moving in a week. It’s so exciting and chaotic and scary…and I’m sick. Apparently, my immune system thinks this is the best time to throw a fit. Friday, I was feverish and it hasn’t gone away by today. I’m still off.
It’s the weirdest feeling in the world to go around to stores and malls while you’re sick. Especially if, like me, you have a fever. I was standing there, feeling an odd, out-of-body experience. I could hear things and see things but they felt like they were coming from far away.
I probably should have been in bed…but did I mention we’re moving? That moving date is coming, sickness or not. So, we were out and about and I just pushed through it.
It was still super weird. I felt like nothing mattered. The sales person was explaining something about technology for the new house and it might have well been the instructions on how to run the Space shuttle for all I understood.
My doggies seem to know I’m sick. River has always liked being around me but now it’s almost an obsession. He can’t be more than a few feet away from me, watching me, even when he’s sleeping, to see if I’m still there. When I go to bed, too sick to stay up, he comes with me.
It’s so lovely to have a nurse dog.