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?

New cushions

It’s that time of year again. Kids go back to school, the leaves change colour, the weather starts to get colder…and akitas get new cushions.

Ocean’s new cushion

River’s bigger

Yeap, sadly neglected these two.

Where the kibble is just not good enough

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 dog food store. We’ve had other fussy eaters before but Ocean, our little princess, beats them all.

Only kibble? I want to register a complaint with the chef.

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.

Breakfast was exhausting.

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.

That pale stuff in there? That’s tuna. Yeap. We don’t eat it…but we buy it for our dogs

Of cushions and husbands

Well, I’m sick. I don’t know if it’s the weather or allergies or what but my head feels like there are a thousand bees buzzing around in it. It certainly didn’t help that we were running around in the freezing cold yesterday searching for a new cushion for River. This is our weather statement right now. It’s cold out there and it’ll be cold for a while yet. I know we have winter dogs but I fret about leaving them outside for the entire day when it’s this cold. So, last Friday, I left them in…and River decided the best way to spend his time was to eat his cushion. So now we’re looking for another one for his royal fluffiness.

But it’s easier said than done. We have demands we want from a cushion and yesterday, after looking through 3 stores, we had to head home and warm up. So, my hubby decided he would fix the cushion.

He started with a needle and thread…but after many British curses that I won’t repeat here and too many bandaids to count, he moved to another medium. 

Duck tape.

Where my dogs might be a little spoiled

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.Image result for k-9 border wars

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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.

I’ve had a tough day. Doing nothing is exhausting.

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’m very cute! I deserve all my kisses!

If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d be yawing and asking for a second cup. We had friends over yesterday until late but her royal fluffiness, Ocean, won’t sleep in no matter how many times you explain to her that you’re tired.

If we were having coffee, I’d share with you that our guests were over having a good time but River was having none of it. He kept staring at them, giving them the evil-doggie-eye. It didn’t seem to even register with our guests, who kept talking and laughing but I wondered about my fluffy doggie. He sat right in front of me and wouldn’t really leave my side. He even growled when someone sat on my seat on the couch.

If we were having coffee, I’d try to get you to smile.

Too much? I can stop. Really.

A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our coffee share and to you, gentle reader for reading my ramblings.

River’s tough day

Breakfast is an early affair for River, mostly because his sister, Ocean, is full of beans and won’t sleep past 6 am no matter how many times you explain to her that it’s the weekend.

Breakfast! Yum!

Breakfast is gone in under a minute and this morning, since it included rice, it didn’t last past the 30 second mark.

Time for a nap

Afterwards, of course, it’s time for a much needed nap. Eating so early takes a lot out of poor, sadly-neglected River. But mom doesn’t think he should spend the day sleeping, and she’s insisting on a walk. Sheesh.

A walk? At this hour? Well, make it a short one, will you?

One walk later, it’s definitely time to rest…except River sees mom cooking and that means scavenging for what little crumbs might fall to the ground in the kitchen.

If you give me a little treat, I won’t tell Ocean

Obviously, that’s a full day for his fluffiness and a rest is well deserved. Once mommy is done in the kitchen, it’s time for that nap. Better still, a nap by her feet, so he’s within petting distance.

What a day!

Thankfully, supper is next, so that he can replenish his strength…but what’s this? Mom decided to have two walks today! Ocean is over the moon, of course, but she’s always been a little nutty. Two walks is exhausting for poor River and it’ll take him days to recuperate from the ordeal.

At least there’s supper! Phew!

Finally, finally, he can rest and take it easy from his very tough day.

Zzzz

On protective dogs and silly owners

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.)

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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.