If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I’m worried about Ocean. My littlest dog has been puking lately and I don’t know why or how to stop it. In other ways, she’s actually doing better (she had an allergic reaction to a food change) and I think the allergies are going away but the tummy troubles are still there. I don’t like it one bit. If she doesn’t get better…well, I just can’t imagine life without her.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this week has been insane mostly because my lovely hubby ended up in the hospital after losing a fight with a gall bladder stone. Long story short, he still has his gall bladder but it has to go. Next week, he has tons of meetings with different doctors and we’re going to see what they all say. Thank goodness we live in Canada and all those appointments are free.

I don’t like to be negative on this blog, so I’d probably tell you that this morning, it was so cool and fresh, the air was just gorgeous. I stood outside freezing my tail off but loving every breath. It just felt clean and beautiful. I love spring.

And I’d ask what’s new with you. How are you and how are things at home with you? How is work?

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If we were having coffee

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lovely hubby has been sick but is on the mend. This is particularly reassuring for yours truly because I’ve been fetching, getting and buying him everything from remedies to mythical British drinks that don’t exist in Canada.

I’d tell you Spring is starting to show its lovely head and it’s absolutely beautiful out. Yesterday, it was sunny and not below zero, so we took the fuzz-balls for a walk. It was like we had emerged from a long period in jail or something because we both had amazed, bewildered looks on our faces wondering at the fact that we could show our skin to the elements without fear of immediate frostbite.

Our dogs, on the other hand, are sad that their beloved blizzards are over. They try to sit on the little bits of remaining snow in the yard and ignore the dry, grassy ground around them.

In other words, they’re nuts.

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Someone please shake me

It’s Spring here. It’s still subzero but there’s tons of sunshine and the snow is not piling in ever increasing mountains. More importantly, the temperature is not in the minus double digits. When you get used to minus 35, zero feels like a heat wave. Canadians every where are trading their snow boots for shorts.

Spring is time to clean up. When the snow starts to disappear, it leaves behind a ton of dirt on everything from roads to grass. The roads will be cleaned via rain thanks to Mother Nature. The grass needs a good raking but homes too need a good clean up. People everywhere start opening windows, dusting and cleaning their homes. Everyone is doing it. Even me. But I have a problem.

I not only crave cleanliness and sunshine and blooms. I crave puppies.

I’d like to say that my hubby will keep me from getting one more pooch but he’s a therapist and a big believer in ‘validation’. (Side note: Validation is a therapy process by which you tell the other person how they make sense, even when they’re a little old lady who wants to get a puce mohawk). Odds are, he’ll encourage me to get not only one but two puppies.

So? Allow me to explain.

One dog is work. Two is a pack. Three is insanity.

Someone once said that when you have a couple of dogs, getting another isn’t any extra work. They were lying. It’s extra work. Exponentially more extra work.

Plus, we’re selling our house. A house that smells of eau a la pooch does not sell well.

All these reasons make sense and I remember them clearly now. But then I see a puppy and ….Aww

Those reasons are gone. Poof! Disappeared.

I need help.

A tale of two ducks

Spring is finally truly here. We have sunshine, rain, mud and green sprouts everywhere. The house is filthy, but we don’t care. We’re falling in love with our home and the yard all over again.

We’re not alone. Two mallard ducks have decided our home is the best place for miles around and are now living in our river.

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Can you see the ducks? Again, I have to apologize for my picture-taking skills (or lack of). Those two ‘bumps’ on the grass are actually the mallard ducks, a male and female, who have decided to call our river home. Aren’t they adorable? So cute!

I’m a little concerned because the river that flows so powerfully now dries under the summer’s relentless sun and becomes a stagnant trickle. I worry about the future of these two ducks…and their possible babies.

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Our dogs worry too but for a different reason. They see nothing but trouble in our winged visitors and watch them for hours waiting for the inevitable attack. Obviously, the ducks are trouble and the only thing to do is incessant guarding.

Either that or they’re bored.

Please note the hole in the yard. River’s latest escape attempt.

Hope

We’ve had a long, cold winter the likes of which people hadn’t seen in years. Only last week, we had another snow storm, complete with freezing rain and ice pellets.

Finally, finally, we see signs of Spring. It’s such a beautiful sight.

You might not be able to see those little sprouts but I was so excited to see them. Signs of nicer weather and warm days and sunshine.

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Aren’t they exciting?

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I have no idea what they are. Could be tulips, could be a tree, could be a weed. I just know that looking at them gives me hope.IMG_0097

This is Tubby, the tree. He didn’t come out of our long winter unscathed and we’re trying to set him ‘right’ with that pole and tying him straight. Poor little guy.

IMG_0092And these are the ‘Baby’ trees. We planted 5 of these on our property and this is how they’ve emerged from winter. I’m hoping that brown will turn green. Hoping…

Hope comes in with Spring. 🙂

A funny sort of Spring

We’re getting snow. I kid you not. It’s snowing outside and I have the pictures to prove it.

Mother Nature has lost her pretty, little mind. Either that or she has forgotten that it’s April and by all rights we should be having nice weather.

We should have known. After the worse winter in years, the last five days or so have been warm days with temperatures on the plus side. Delighted, we started to shed layers. The sun was getting into the act as well and shining like he meant it. The banks of snow started to shrink and the birds were singing. Spring was in the air and in everyone’s mind. When I saw a few blades of green grass, I almost cried for joy.

The akitas started panting and ran outside to hug the remaining snow.

Then today, we woke up to this.

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Obviously, Mother Nature thinks snow is the new black.

The akitas think this is the bomb. Having found the Land of Perpetual Winter, they’re running outside in mad circles celebrating.

I beg to differ.

Spring in Canada

Second day of Spring and…well, we’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Just overnight, we got something like 20 cm of snow.

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It’s incredibly beautiful. We were just hoping for something a bit more green.

On the other hand, I know two little troublemakers who are thrilled with this new development.

Groundhogs and Spring

We had snow, but more of the white stuff has accumulated on the ground and even more is on the forecast. For variety, tomorrow’s weather includes a windchill. To add to our misery, the days are not only short, today the sun wasn’t able to make it through the clouds at all. At five in the afternoon, it’s pitch black outside and the sun doesn’t rise until well after 7am. Ew.

This feels like the longest winter in history. Did I really say I was waiting for snow at some point?

February is when Canadians start to feel an itch for Spring. After all those frozen, dark months of winter, they need to have some sort of hope that, one day, they will wake up and not see a frozen wasteland. They need to believe warmer weather is coming.

Good news. We have Groundhog Day.

As the story goes, this rodent (the groundhog) comes out of hibernation every year and reacts to his shadow. If he sees his shadow, he hides and there are at least 6 more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, it means Spring is around the corner.

It’s absolute hogwash, of course. No rodent whose IQ is barely higher than their hibernating body temperature is able to predict the weather with any accuracy. Hogwash.

But the sad reality is that we’re so desperate for good news, we’ll cling to a rodent if that’s the only bit of hope around. After the never-ending length of this winter season, I’m willing to give Groundhog Willy a chance.

At least if he announces an early Spring.