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Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Pet Health Survey
Hello faithful readers!
Have a spare minute on your hands? Looking to procrastinate for a bit? Then fill out a survey!
Lacey Crispigna of RawFitPet.com has compiled a survey for pet owners.
Earlier this year, she hosted a survey for raw feeders that came up with some pretty awesome results.
This new survey encompasses all types of feeding (commercial, kibble, canned, homecooked, raw, etc.) and general health of the pets on those diets. She's hoping to get an equal representation from each feeding style, so everyone is welcome to participate.
The survey is relatively short and will only take a couple of minutes to fill out. So GET ON IT!
Have a spare minute on your hands? Looking to procrastinate for a bit? Then fill out a survey!
Lacey Crispigna of RawFitPet.com has compiled a survey for pet owners.
Earlier this year, she hosted a survey for raw feeders that came up with some pretty awesome results.
This new survey encompasses all types of feeding (commercial, kibble, canned, homecooked, raw, etc.) and general health of the pets on those diets. She's hoping to get an equal representation from each feeding style, so everyone is welcome to participate.
The survey is relatively short and will only take a couple of minutes to fill out. So GET ON IT!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Cold Weather Fun!
The weather has been NASTY here lately. Well, I guess I really shouldn't complain. It is "normal" weather for this time of year, but we were very spoiled by an unseasonably warm November. Now that December has hit us full force so suddenly, it's a little uncomfortable.
-30C to -40C windchills mean that we aren't getting outside very much lately. Potty breaks are conducted in record time, then back at the door ready to come in and warm up.
But, no fear, we have been keeping busy!
I've been working on holiday cards for a couple of card exchanges that I participate in. Notably the Dogs With Blogs card exchange, but also a Sheltie card exchange and a Dogster card exchange. And a Doggy Secret Santa exchange that I do each year with a group of online raw-feeding friends!
For the raw-fed dog Secret Santa, I thought it only fitting that I package the gifts in a raw food box! Sorry, fuzzy giftee(s), there is no raw meat in that box. But some other goodies that you will hopefully enjoy! All items have been Sheltie-Approved.
Gio offered to donate his football/rope toy. But, as you can see, it is well loved. So I convinced him that he would be sad if we gave it away.
Romeo, the eager pooch that he is, helped hold the stiff cardboard wrapping paper in place for me to tape.
The boys were very proud of their wrapping job ...
Until I informed Romeo that we were actually giving the goodies away. He didn't take that piece of information very well ...
We have also been playing a lot of indoor games to keep the boys entertained and me sane. Here is one of our favorites.
-30C to -40C windchills mean that we aren't getting outside very much lately. Potty breaks are conducted in record time, then back at the door ready to come in and warm up.
But, no fear, we have been keeping busy!
I've been working on holiday cards for a couple of card exchanges that I participate in. Notably the Dogs With Blogs card exchange, but also a Sheltie card exchange and a Dogster card exchange. And a Doggy Secret Santa exchange that I do each year with a group of online raw-feeding friends!
For the raw-fed dog Secret Santa, I thought it only fitting that I package the gifts in a raw food box! Sorry, fuzzy giftee(s), there is no raw meat in that box. But some other goodies that you will hopefully enjoy! All items have been Sheltie-Approved.
Gio offered to donate his football/rope toy. But, as you can see, it is well loved. So I convinced him that he would be sad if we gave it away.
Romeo, the eager pooch that he is, helped hold the stiff cardboard wrapping paper in place for me to tape.
The boys were very proud of their wrapping job ...
Until I informed Romeo that we were actually giving the goodies away. He didn't take that piece of information very well ...
We have also been playing a lot of indoor games to keep the boys entertained and me sane. Here is one of our favorites.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Spreading Christmas Cheer
It's that time of year again. The tree is up, the wreath is hung, the egg nog is stocked in the fridge ... and the Dogs With Blogs Christmas cards are starting to arrive!
Our first is from Indiana, Shingo, Molly, and family.
And a beautiful one from Sugar!
Our first is from Indiana, Shingo, Molly, and family.
And a beautiful one from Sugar!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Big Boy Coat!
This afternoon I spent up to my elbows in the tedious job of petting puppies. I evaluated a bunch of prospective therapy dog teams ... and am proud to offer congratulations to 8 new St. John Ambulance Therapy Dog teams in Saskatoon and area! Wonderful job, everyone! Fantastic dogs that, I am sure, will be bringing smiles to many faces very soon.
This evening, I was again up to my elbows in puppy fluff ... this time bathing my own dogs. Yes, it is that time of year again. I've heard rumor that some cities in the South of the province have been getting snow the past day or two, so it is likely headed up this way soon. Can't complain, really. We are normally snowed in by the end of October. But, regardless of when it comes, the "before the snow flies" bath must happen. I don't like bathing the dogs when there is snow on the ground as it is usually SO cold and the boys take SO long to dry, outdoor potty breaks pose a serious risk for pup-cicles.
Neither dog is amused by baths. Gio toughs it out like a man. Where Romeo follows the "passive resistance" route ... hanging his head down so that the water runs over his face as if to say "You try to bath me? FINE, I'll just DROWN myself then!" Yeah, he's full of drama like that.
What I noticed during the bathtime, though, really shocked me. Romeo definitely has his big-boy coat now! I've noticed he's been filling out these past couple of months. As you have probably seen in recent pictures, that fur really gets flying. But I guess I never really noticed how much hair he has until it is all slicked down by water and I'm trying to part it to get the suds out from his undercoat. It's NUTS! He definitely got his dam's coat, it's HUGE! I attack it with the FURminator, Coat King, and traditional slicker ... and can't even make a dent. None of my other Shelties, past or present, have had this much coat.
In other news, thanks to everyone that offered words of sympathy for my ankle. It is getting better. I can walk *almost* normally on it. The worst part is the random and sporadic muscle twitches. They come up out of no where and hit like a jolt of lightening! HOLY FRICK! But the bruise is really sexy, currently lovely shades of maroon and pea-soup green. Yeah, I know, you're jealous. And who doesn't love the artificial club foot look due to copious amounts of tensor wrap?
And, because I greatly dislike a blog post without pictures, here are some pictures from a few days ago of the dogs eating FREE trout.
"Mmmm Trout-y goodness"
Gio does not like trout.
"I only eat this because I like to uphold the image that I am starving to death."
"I DO! I like trout! I'll have his portion, too!"
Have I mentioned that Romeo is a weirdo?
This evening, I was again up to my elbows in puppy fluff ... this time bathing my own dogs. Yes, it is that time of year again. I've heard rumor that some cities in the South of the province have been getting snow the past day or two, so it is likely headed up this way soon. Can't complain, really. We are normally snowed in by the end of October. But, regardless of when it comes, the "before the snow flies" bath must happen. I don't like bathing the dogs when there is snow on the ground as it is usually SO cold and the boys take SO long to dry, outdoor potty breaks pose a serious risk for pup-cicles.
Neither dog is amused by baths. Gio toughs it out like a man. Where Romeo follows the "passive resistance" route ... hanging his head down so that the water runs over his face as if to say "You try to bath me? FINE, I'll just DROWN myself then!" Yeah, he's full of drama like that.
What I noticed during the bathtime, though, really shocked me. Romeo definitely has his big-boy coat now! I've noticed he's been filling out these past couple of months. As you have probably seen in recent pictures, that fur really gets flying. But I guess I never really noticed how much hair he has until it is all slicked down by water and I'm trying to part it to get the suds out from his undercoat. It's NUTS! He definitely got his dam's coat, it's HUGE! I attack it with the FURminator, Coat King, and traditional slicker ... and can't even make a dent. None of my other Shelties, past or present, have had this much coat.
In other news, thanks to everyone that offered words of sympathy for my ankle. It is getting better. I can walk *almost* normally on it. The worst part is the random and sporadic muscle twitches. They come up out of no where and hit like a jolt of lightening! HOLY FRICK! But the bruise is really sexy, currently lovely shades of maroon and pea-soup green. Yeah, I know, you're jealous. And who doesn't love the artificial club foot look due to copious amounts of tensor wrap?
And, because I greatly dislike a blog post without pictures, here are some pictures from a few days ago of the dogs eating FREE trout.
"Mmmm Trout-y goodness"Gio does not like trout.
"I only eat this because I like to uphold the image that I am starving to death."
"I DO! I like trout! I'll have his portion, too!"Have I mentioned that Romeo is a weirdo?
Monday, November 23, 2009
'Tis The Season
Normally, I hold off until early December before pulling out the Christmas decorations. But this year, with my own house to decorate, I just couldn't wait any longer!
The holiday lights went up last week, and yesterday evening I pulled out the Christmas tree and adornments.
Now, I don't really do the religious Christmas thing. No baby Jesus, or anything like that. I'm just not a religious person. But I LOVE this time of year! The holiday season tends to bring out the best in people, and it's the one time of year that I tend to defrost a little, too. Don't get me wrong, I still hate crowds and society in general, but my Scrooge-ish ways tend to melt away a little and I find myself enjoying interaction with Joe Public a bit more. The feeling in the air around the holiday season is fabulous, so it is THAT that I partake in. Sincere well-wishing, sharing time with friends and family, and spreading some festive joy.
Decorating for the season is always so much fun! The brighter the better! I tend to go more for the garish, finding individual items that scream with glaring festive colors, sparkle and glitz. Then pairing it all together to form one big mess of crazy holiday clash!
The boys helped, of course.
Romeo gave his expert opinion on my color choices.
"Neon green? REALLY!?"
While Gio just wanted to get busy building the tree.
"Put down the camera and get to work, you slacker!"
Romeo helped match the letters on the branches to the ones on the center support.
"Yup, room for another F branch down here."
But that was as far as he would go. Decided it was safer to stay out of the way of "the crazy lady with the tinsel".
"Much safer back here. Much."
Gio was significantly more help, ensuring that the lights were evenly distributed around the tree.
"More lights needed!"
I was able to wrangle both dogs into helping hang the beaded garland, though!
"To whom it may concern, we HATE that you taught us how to 'hold' stuff. Signed, the dogs"
I never know how to take pictures of a Christmas tree with lights. If the flash is "on", then the tree looks crappy (ie. plastic ... which it is) and you can't see the lights. But if the flash is "off", then the picture turns out blurred. Despite the blurriness, I thought these pictures were kind of cute! Of course, I could be biased because of my most beautifulest boys.
"So festively blurry!"
Then I shattered my ankle.
Okay, so maybe "shattered" is a bit of a harsh word for the situation. I'm possibly being a little dramatic. But it hurt like a sonofa! And, FYI, apparently I turn into a trucker with Tourette's when I am injured. I am surprised the neighbours didn't call the police with the profanity being screamed in my driveway last night.
I rolled my ankle off of a concrete paving stone, heard/felt a "pop", then went down like a ton of bricks. Spent a couple of cozzy minutes in the driveway willing myself not to vomit, then crawled my way back inside.
This morning, mom took me to minor emerg to check things out. An x-ray verifies that there is no fracture, just the mother of all ankle sprains. So I am home today, the reluctant invalid that I am, practicing what the walk-in clinic doc called the "RICE" protocol: Relaxation Ice Compression Elevation. What does that spell? FUN!!
Gio is such a great helper, always right there to lend a hand.
"What do ya need ma? Advil? Ice? Alcoholic beverage? All of the above?"
While Romeo maintains his "stay away from the crazy hobbling lady" position.
"Much safer over here. Much."
The holiday lights went up last week, and yesterday evening I pulled out the Christmas tree and adornments.
Now, I don't really do the religious Christmas thing. No baby Jesus, or anything like that. I'm just not a religious person. But I LOVE this time of year! The holiday season tends to bring out the best in people, and it's the one time of year that I tend to defrost a little, too. Don't get me wrong, I still hate crowds and society in general, but my Scrooge-ish ways tend to melt away a little and I find myself enjoying interaction with Joe Public a bit more. The feeling in the air around the holiday season is fabulous, so it is THAT that I partake in. Sincere well-wishing, sharing time with friends and family, and spreading some festive joy.
Decorating for the season is always so much fun! The brighter the better! I tend to go more for the garish, finding individual items that scream with glaring festive colors, sparkle and glitz. Then pairing it all together to form one big mess of crazy holiday clash!
The boys helped, of course.
Romeo gave his expert opinion on my color choices.
"Neon green? REALLY!?"
"Put down the camera and get to work, you slacker!"Romeo helped match the letters on the branches to the ones on the center support.
"Yup, room for another F branch down here."
"Much safer back here. Much."Gio was significantly more help, ensuring that the lights were evenly distributed around the tree.
"More lights needed!"I was able to wrangle both dogs into helping hang the beaded garland, though!
"To whom it may concern, we HATE that you taught us how to 'hold' stuff. Signed, the dogs"I never know how to take pictures of a Christmas tree with lights. If the flash is "on", then the tree looks crappy (ie. plastic ... which it is) and you can't see the lights. But if the flash is "off", then the picture turns out blurred. Despite the blurriness, I thought these pictures were kind of cute! Of course, I could be biased because of my most beautifulest boys.
"So festively blurry!"Then I shattered my ankle.
Okay, so maybe "shattered" is a bit of a harsh word for the situation. I'm possibly being a little dramatic. But it hurt like a sonofa! And, FYI, apparently I turn into a trucker with Tourette's when I am injured. I am surprised the neighbours didn't call the police with the profanity being screamed in my driveway last night.
I rolled my ankle off of a concrete paving stone, heard/felt a "pop", then went down like a ton of bricks. Spent a couple of cozzy minutes in the driveway willing myself not to vomit, then crawled my way back inside.
This morning, mom took me to minor emerg to check things out. An x-ray verifies that there is no fracture, just the mother of all ankle sprains. So I am home today, the reluctant invalid that I am, practicing what the walk-in clinic doc called the "RICE" protocol: Relaxation Ice Compression Elevation. What does that spell? FUN!!
Gio is such a great helper, always right there to lend a hand.
"What do ya need ma? Advil? Ice? Alcoholic beverage? All of the above?"While Romeo maintains his "stay away from the crazy hobbling lady" position.
"Much safer over here. Much."
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