We went to the dog park today, and the nasty coat of ice had been replaced by a blanket of snow. Cinn hardly noticed the cold dusting because she met up with two new friends. Buddy, a medium sized mutt, played fetch with his owner and Frisco, a tiny four month old puppy ran about. Cinn and Buddy sniffed one another before going about their business. Frisco, however, was intent upon playing with my far bigger dog.
They ran about together for a few seconds before I realized that something was wrong with Frisco. He would run, go sideways, and then stumble. His owner, a teenage girl, was totally unconcerned. She saw me looking, and told me that he had been born four months ago with serious brain damage. The vet told her that he would never be able to run and play, so she was very happy with that he had not been correct.
Cinn was great with the little guy. They ran and bowed and wagged and barked, and all the while she was careful not to run over her tiny friend. As always, Cinnamon demonstrated that she holds all of the important qualities that a being can posess.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
December 14,2010
Cinn has had a good couple of weeks. The snow has melted and the ground has been armoured in that slushy, sleety mess that we see every spring and fall. In spite of the slippy, slidey hazard; Cinn has bounded out the door for physical activity every time that I hold it open wide enough for her to squeeze out.
She has not seen many of her friends at the doggy park lately because they have the good sense not to venture out onto the ice that could give their owners a broken hip. She runs around it like a sure footed mountain goat though. That said, the cool temperatures and treacherous ground are a small price to pay to see her big puppy smile.
She has not seen many of her friends at the doggy park lately because they have the good sense not to venture out onto the ice that could give their owners a broken hip. She runs around it like a sure footed mountain goat though. That said, the cool temperatures and treacherous ground are a small price to pay to see her big puppy smile.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
December 1, 2010
Cinn's had a good month. We have visited the dog park quite a few times, and the usage of the park has gone up overall. Some nights there have been five or six other dogs running around, while their owners watch and play with them. Cinn really likes little dogs, like her friend N.V. (named for the Nicola Valley apparently). The last few nights, a dog named Hunter has been there to play with her. She has been happy and hyper throughout the month, and still goes crazy whenever she gets to go to the park, or to pick up breakfast for Tracie on a weekend morning.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
October 23, 2010
Cinn has had a good few weeks. It's been a while since my last post, but that owes most to Katie not feeling very well lately. Literally minutes after my last post, Katie started having a seizure. This resulted in a trip to the veterinarian in Kamloops.
Cinn has continued her daily trips to the dog park and her wrestling matches, during this time. She loves her time with us, and yesterday I ran into a guy at the park who asked her age. I responded that she was twelve and he said, "So nearly a year then?"
He looked surprised when I told him that I meant twelve years old, in point of fact. Hopefully she can stay babyish for as long as possible.
Cinn has continued her daily trips to the dog park and her wrestling matches, during this time. She loves her time with us, and yesterday I ran into a guy at the park who asked her age. I responded that she was twelve and he said, "So nearly a year then?"
He looked surprised when I told him that I meant twelve years old, in point of fact. Hopefully she can stay babyish for as long as possible.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
September 28, 2010
Cinn's had a good few weeks. Pretty uneventful, with trips to the puppy park and lots of pets. She seems really happy overall.
She did have a bit of an incident on my birthday (September 14). We always walk down to the mailbox, early in the morning that day. It reminds me of one of the last really good walks that Finn had with us. That day a few years ago, the three of us walked down to the mailbox, Cinn on her leash and Finn trotting freely beside us. We went down to the park, looked over the escarpment at the empty golf course, and contemplated getting older. A few months later, Finn got sick and had to leave us.
Well, this September 14, I slipped on her collar very loosely. Cinn only wears any sort of adornment for walks now, and I don't always check to verify that it is on securely because she doesn't really pull or misbehave much. As it was early in the morning, I was not fully aware when I leashed her up. It soon became apparent to me that I had made a major error.
We headed down the steps together and down the street. As we passed the first neighbour's house, Cinn slipped her leash off. She trotted across the street to check out the neighbour's yard (they have a pair of dogs). I called for her, but she wanted no part of being leashed again because her smell o vision had been triggered. I walked quickly after her, but she danced a few steps ahead-- still smelling the ground. I started to run, she smiled and glanced over her shoulder before running away. I chased her down the road, not catching her until she nearly reached the mailbox.
Breathless, I finally caught her with both hands around her neck. I had to grasp her little body with both legs to get the leash back on, but smiled the whole way. The little old girl still has a lot of miles left to go, and she gave me the best birthday present that she could with that confirmation.
She did have a bit of an incident on my birthday (September 14). We always walk down to the mailbox, early in the morning that day. It reminds me of one of the last really good walks that Finn had with us. That day a few years ago, the three of us walked down to the mailbox, Cinn on her leash and Finn trotting freely beside us. We went down to the park, looked over the escarpment at the empty golf course, and contemplated getting older. A few months later, Finn got sick and had to leave us.
Well, this September 14, I slipped on her collar very loosely. Cinn only wears any sort of adornment for walks now, and I don't always check to verify that it is on securely because she doesn't really pull or misbehave much. As it was early in the morning, I was not fully aware when I leashed her up. It soon became apparent to me that I had made a major error.
We headed down the steps together and down the street. As we passed the first neighbour's house, Cinn slipped her leash off. She trotted across the street to check out the neighbour's yard (they have a pair of dogs). I called for her, but she wanted no part of being leashed again because her smell o vision had been triggered. I walked quickly after her, but she danced a few steps ahead-- still smelling the ground. I started to run, she smiled and glanced over her shoulder before running away. I chased her down the road, not catching her until she nearly reached the mailbox.
Breathless, I finally caught her with both hands around her neck. I had to grasp her little body with both legs to get the leash back on, but smiled the whole way. The little old girl still has a lot of miles left to go, and she gave me the best birthday present that she could with that confirmation.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
September7, 2010
Cinn had a busy couple of weeks. She very much enjoyed her trip to Prince George. For the first time, she got to stay inside her grandparent's house. Well, for the first time since she was six weeks old, in any case.
Her exciting week began when she noticed that we were packing, and her dog stuff was in the pile of things to go. She paced around all night before we left, then followed me all morning while I got ready-- just to make sure that I did not forget to take her. When we left, she bolted for the car, jumped into the back, and would not even come out to pee before we left. After that, the trip north was a good one, with us stopping many times to let her out to go to the washroom, eat, drink, and generally feel important.
When we arrived in Prince George, she was excited to look around the basement suite. She had a tough time following both of us while we unpacked, but she managed to be somewhere between us-- just to make sure that she was included in anything that we did. She then nestled up on her new doggie bed to have a nap with us, while we waited for my parents to return home.
The week flew by. Some of her highlights included the trip, cruising around with us in the car, stopping at Starbucks while Tracie went grocery shopping, and following me all around my parent's house the entire time-- just so that she didn't miss anything. The trip back was great for Cinn. She particularly liked stopping at Mcdonalds and getting a treat from Tracie while we ate in the car.
After returning, she slept for a good portion of the couple days that we had alone. Then she was all recharged and ready for when Tracie's mom, dad, nephew, and grandma visited. She was a very good hostess, looking politely for treats and pets, always present to and unobtrusive. She very much enjoyed herself-- especially when Tracie's grandma showered her with attention.
The dog park during these two weeks has been hit and miss, particularly in Prince George because the drive to Merritt would make such a trip untenable for a few minutes of running and sniffing. Today, I was going to miss because I got home from school at about four o'clock. I thought that I would feed her and get something to eat myself, before relaxing for the night. After feeding her though, I barely got upstairs when she nearly bowled me over like a year old pup en route to her leash and the front door.
I relented, taking her on a drive to see Colleen at the distance ed school, who actually turned out to be Steve Mcniven, which is an entirely different matter. Eventually though, we got to the park, which was under construction. Taking a short walk down the river, Cinn showed me again why people love dogs. She did not protest my lateness, having to wait while I talked to Steve, or not being able to actually enter her park. She was happy just to be in the presence of her friend and doing something-- anything-- with me. Setbacks and difficulties did not matter, and she smiled the entire time. She is truly a gift.
Her exciting week began when she noticed that we were packing, and her dog stuff was in the pile of things to go. She paced around all night before we left, then followed me all morning while I got ready-- just to make sure that I did not forget to take her. When we left, she bolted for the car, jumped into the back, and would not even come out to pee before we left. After that, the trip north was a good one, with us stopping many times to let her out to go to the washroom, eat, drink, and generally feel important.
When we arrived in Prince George, she was excited to look around the basement suite. She had a tough time following both of us while we unpacked, but she managed to be somewhere between us-- just to make sure that she was included in anything that we did. She then nestled up on her new doggie bed to have a nap with us, while we waited for my parents to return home.
The week flew by. Some of her highlights included the trip, cruising around with us in the car, stopping at Starbucks while Tracie went grocery shopping, and following me all around my parent's house the entire time-- just so that she didn't miss anything. The trip back was great for Cinn. She particularly liked stopping at Mcdonalds and getting a treat from Tracie while we ate in the car.
After returning, she slept for a good portion of the couple days that we had alone. Then she was all recharged and ready for when Tracie's mom, dad, nephew, and grandma visited. She was a very good hostess, looking politely for treats and pets, always present to and unobtrusive. She very much enjoyed herself-- especially when Tracie's grandma showered her with attention.
The dog park during these two weeks has been hit and miss, particularly in Prince George because the drive to Merritt would make such a trip untenable for a few minutes of running and sniffing. Today, I was going to miss because I got home from school at about four o'clock. I thought that I would feed her and get something to eat myself, before relaxing for the night. After feeding her though, I barely got upstairs when she nearly bowled me over like a year old pup en route to her leash and the front door.
I relented, taking her on a drive to see Colleen at the distance ed school, who actually turned out to be Steve Mcniven, which is an entirely different matter. Eventually though, we got to the park, which was under construction. Taking a short walk down the river, Cinn showed me again why people love dogs. She did not protest my lateness, having to wait while I talked to Steve, or not being able to actually enter her park. She was happy just to be in the presence of her friend and doing something-- anything-- with me. Setbacks and difficulties did not matter, and she smiled the entire time. She is truly a gift.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
August 24, 2010
Cinnamon has had a good week again. It started early last week when I woke up, made breakfast, and sat down to watch the morning news. As I ate my Leaping Lemurs cereal, Shakespeare the cat decided that he needed chocolate milk. I shooed him away from the glass, and finished my drink. After I set my glass down, he decided that if he knocked it over, he might still be able to get some milk out of it. We went through a bit of kabuki theatre with him pawing the glass, me scolding him, and then repeating the drama. Finally, I decided to take it to the kitchen.
When I returned, the cat was drinking the milk out of my cereal and smiling at me. I took the cereal away from him, but throwing it out seemed a waste. I decided to let Cinn finish it, which she did with alacrity. She gulped down the milk and cereal quickly before coming to sit beside me, now wide awake. Employing her puppy eyes, she convinced me to take her to the dog park, even though it was five thirty in the morning.
As we played at the park, a couple with two dogs-- one little old golden retriever and one puppy labradoodle-- came in to visit us. Cinn ran around the park with the labradoodle, while Dutch (the golden retriever) hit me up for dog treats and pets. She had a wonderful time playing with them, and the couple that brought them talked to me about dogs and dog parks in Merritt, as the woman was from Kelowna.
Eventually, we got home. We spent the rest of the morning outside together, watering the garden. Poor Tracie was inside resting her sore back, but Cinn enjoyed her one on one time. Following the watering, we made lunch on the barbecue, which Cinn got to partake of as well.
Fast forwarding to yesterday, she was able to attend the park again, this time with Tracie. We ran into a little guy from the local optical shop, with his two dogs. One small puppy and one large, old, ex police dog. The bigger dog snapped at Cinn on his way in, but then left her alone when I gave him a strong, "No". The little optical shop guy said, "No, let them work it out.".
I took my usual tact when confronted with a stranger who thinks that he knows best for my animal, when he obviously does not, and politely ignored him. I walked around with the dogs, and briefly talked with the man. He told me that we did not need to worry because his dog never fought or bit anyone. Then he amended this to, his dog only bit fifteen people, but it was an ex police dog that never broke the skin. Then he said that his dog never got into fights. Then he amended that to be his dog never got in fights, except with pitbulls who really could not hurt him because of his long hair. Then he further amended it to include coyotes, which he allowed or encouraged it to fight because they could stalk smaller dogs.
At this point, I walked over closer to Cinnamon, who was closer to his dog. He continued to talk to Tracie, when his dog snapped at Cinnamon once again. I gave it a strong desist, which it fortunately did. The little guy apparently told Trace at this point that it was just because our dog was obnoxious. I'm not sure what she was doing that was obnoxious because she was laying in the grass at the time and bending over in what is a clear invitation to play-- in dog terms a "play bow".
It was a clear case of user bias in his observations. It highlights the dangers of user bias for me because his previous discussion had been about the fact that his dog's fights did not really count because his fur was thick enough that pitbulls could not hurt it. Based on previous experience and putting zen self perceptions aside, I know that if the dog had moved on Cinn, it would have been in a fight. Unfortunately for it, since I won't let a dog fight Cinn, the fight would not have been with her. Previous experience tells me that a thick coat only protects so much from a kick in the ribs.
We gathered Cinn up and left without problems. It was very fortunate in my opinion that the dog stopped because he seemed a pleasant enough man, whose attitudes unfortunately led to some poor behaviors on the part of his canine companion. We'll have to watch out for the man's dog when we attend the park in future.
When I returned, the cat was drinking the milk out of my cereal and smiling at me. I took the cereal away from him, but throwing it out seemed a waste. I decided to let Cinn finish it, which she did with alacrity. She gulped down the milk and cereal quickly before coming to sit beside me, now wide awake. Employing her puppy eyes, she convinced me to take her to the dog park, even though it was five thirty in the morning.
As we played at the park, a couple with two dogs-- one little old golden retriever and one puppy labradoodle-- came in to visit us. Cinn ran around the park with the labradoodle, while Dutch (the golden retriever) hit me up for dog treats and pets. She had a wonderful time playing with them, and the couple that brought them talked to me about dogs and dog parks in Merritt, as the woman was from Kelowna.
Eventually, we got home. We spent the rest of the morning outside together, watering the garden. Poor Tracie was inside resting her sore back, but Cinn enjoyed her one on one time. Following the watering, we made lunch on the barbecue, which Cinn got to partake of as well.
Fast forwarding to yesterday, she was able to attend the park again, this time with Tracie. We ran into a little guy from the local optical shop, with his two dogs. One small puppy and one large, old, ex police dog. The bigger dog snapped at Cinn on his way in, but then left her alone when I gave him a strong, "No". The little optical shop guy said, "No, let them work it out.".
I took my usual tact when confronted with a stranger who thinks that he knows best for my animal, when he obviously does not, and politely ignored him. I walked around with the dogs, and briefly talked with the man. He told me that we did not need to worry because his dog never fought or bit anyone. Then he amended this to, his dog only bit fifteen people, but it was an ex police dog that never broke the skin. Then he said that his dog never got into fights. Then he amended that to be his dog never got in fights, except with pitbulls who really could not hurt him because of his long hair. Then he further amended it to include coyotes, which he allowed or encouraged it to fight because they could stalk smaller dogs.
At this point, I walked over closer to Cinnamon, who was closer to his dog. He continued to talk to Tracie, when his dog snapped at Cinnamon once again. I gave it a strong desist, which it fortunately did. The little guy apparently told Trace at this point that it was just because our dog was obnoxious. I'm not sure what she was doing that was obnoxious because she was laying in the grass at the time and bending over in what is a clear invitation to play-- in dog terms a "play bow".
It was a clear case of user bias in his observations. It highlights the dangers of user bias for me because his previous discussion had been about the fact that his dog's fights did not really count because his fur was thick enough that pitbulls could not hurt it. Based on previous experience and putting zen self perceptions aside, I know that if the dog had moved on Cinn, it would have been in a fight. Unfortunately for it, since I won't let a dog fight Cinn, the fight would not have been with her. Previous experience tells me that a thick coat only protects so much from a kick in the ribs.
We gathered Cinn up and left without problems. It was very fortunate in my opinion that the dog stopped because he seemed a pleasant enough man, whose attitudes unfortunately led to some poor behaviors on the part of his canine companion. We'll have to watch out for the man's dog when we attend the park in future.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I have not kept up lately as faithfully as I should. Cinn has had a really good couple of weeks though. She's been to the park daily, had to spend some time with Shannon and Petal (who she really seems to like), and has gone to Kamloops with Tracie and I. Throughout it all, she was her usual, smiling self.
The day in Kamloops, however, was not without stress. We went to Tracie's wool store, and Cinn and I had a coffee at Starbucks next door. She made friends with the girl who was cleaning the patio, got smiles from nearly everyone, and pets from a few passers by. After that, we went to several stores to do our grocery shopping. Between Coopers and the health food store, we obtained everything but Tracie's coffee. She thought that we might as well go home without it, but I told her that we might as well check out Zellers first.
Tracie went into the store, while I sat outside with Cinn. The sun was very hot that afternoon, so we could not just leave her alone in the car. Scanning the parking lot and seeing no one else there, I thought that it was probably a good time to let her out to go to the bathroom. She hopped out, but immediately began limping and hopping. I moved to pick her up, but she started walking normally. She did her business, walked around again, and started hopping and limping. Strangely enough, she stopped again when I moved to pick her up.
Thinking that she was just being stubborn, I walked her back toward the car on her leash. As we moved, she began the hopping and limping again. This time, however, I thought that I knew the origin. I led her back into the shadow of the building, where she stopped carrying on nearly immediately. I realized at this point that the pavement was so hot that my pup was burning her feet whenever we walked on the part that the sun was hitting. When she stood in the part that was shaded by the building, the heat was bearable.
Feeling a lot better, I bundled her into the car. Trace came out shortly. Following that, we grabbed some food for supper and headed home.
The day in Kamloops, however, was not without stress. We went to Tracie's wool store, and Cinn and I had a coffee at Starbucks next door. She made friends with the girl who was cleaning the patio, got smiles from nearly everyone, and pets from a few passers by. After that, we went to several stores to do our grocery shopping. Between Coopers and the health food store, we obtained everything but Tracie's coffee. She thought that we might as well go home without it, but I told her that we might as well check out Zellers first.
Tracie went into the store, while I sat outside with Cinn. The sun was very hot that afternoon, so we could not just leave her alone in the car. Scanning the parking lot and seeing no one else there, I thought that it was probably a good time to let her out to go to the bathroom. She hopped out, but immediately began limping and hopping. I moved to pick her up, but she started walking normally. She did her business, walked around again, and started hopping and limping. Strangely enough, she stopped again when I moved to pick her up.
Thinking that she was just being stubborn, I walked her back toward the car on her leash. As we moved, she began the hopping and limping again. This time, however, I thought that I knew the origin. I led her back into the shadow of the building, where she stopped carrying on nearly immediately. I realized at this point that the pavement was so hot that my pup was burning her feet whenever we walked on the part that the sun was hitting. When she stood in the part that was shaded by the building, the heat was bearable.
Feeling a lot better, I bundled her into the car. Trace came out shortly. Following that, we grabbed some food for supper and headed home.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
July 22, 2010
Cinn has had a great couple of weeks. She has enjoyed running around the dog park and has loved wrestling me during the day. She's even happy during thte stupidly hot days that we have been "enjoying". All of that said, she has been stretching her boundaries at times. The other morning I was wrestling with her in the morning when Tracie woke up. I went to the washroom to say good morning to her. While giving her a hug, I heard some commotion in the hallway.
Walking out into the hall, I saw Cinn looking back at me. The box that blocks the hallway was pushed halfway across the hall, her tail was wagging, and she had what can best be described as a look of confusion on her face. She seemed to be looking at me as if to say, "I wonder how that box got moved and how I got down the hall. Do you know how that happened?"
Naturally, I moved her out of the hallway. Naturually, I did not get angry at her because she was too cute. It's possible to get away with a great deal, if you do things in the right manner.
Walking out into the hall, I saw Cinn looking back at me. The box that blocks the hallway was pushed halfway across the hall, her tail was wagging, and she had what can best be described as a look of confusion on her face. She seemed to be looking at me as if to say, "I wonder how that box got moved and how I got down the hall. Do you know how that happened?"
Naturally, I moved her out of the hallway. Naturually, I did not get angry at her because she was too cute. It's possible to get away with a great deal, if you do things in the right manner.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
July 7, 2010
Cinn has had a pretty good couple of weeks. She got to go to the dog park most of the days, which she enjoyed despite the sweltering heat. She also got to go in to the school for an afternoon once the students were gone, which was a debacle.
The dog park has been pretty laid back lately because not many people seem to be using it. She spends her time there just running about and sniffing the grass. Her leg seems to be doing well in general, but I try to slow her down to prevent any injuries while playing at the park. Needless to say, I have very little success.
The afternoon at the school was short lived, but funny in retrospect. Cinn went in and wandered around while I cleaned up some of the tables. She was really well behaved, and smiled for the first half hour after we got there. Unfortunately, something about the building told her that it was o.k. to use the floor as a toilet. Probably the fact that it smells like a feed lot.
In any case, about half an hour into her visit, she just dropped trow in the middle of the floor and peed out a huge puddle on the ground. I was shocked. Yelling from across the room for her to stop, I dropped a pile of books on the ground as I raced to grab her. I was way too late; however, and she finished while staring blankly at me. I had to lock her in the kitchen while I cleaned up, which elicited whines and yelps. I then loaded her into the back of the car and whisked her home.
Luckily, I got the mess off of the floor quickly enough that there were no lasting marks. I had to use enough water that it was apparently still there when Angelo came in that night. He asked Pete what had happened the next day. Pete told him that he thought that I had dropped something on the floor, but was unsure what it was. I guess that I owe him one now.
The dog park has been pretty laid back lately because not many people seem to be using it. She spends her time there just running about and sniffing the grass. Her leg seems to be doing well in general, but I try to slow her down to prevent any injuries while playing at the park. Needless to say, I have very little success.
The afternoon at the school was short lived, but funny in retrospect. Cinn went in and wandered around while I cleaned up some of the tables. She was really well behaved, and smiled for the first half hour after we got there. Unfortunately, something about the building told her that it was o.k. to use the floor as a toilet. Probably the fact that it smells like a feed lot.
In any case, about half an hour into her visit, she just dropped trow in the middle of the floor and peed out a huge puddle on the ground. I was shocked. Yelling from across the room for her to stop, I dropped a pile of books on the ground as I raced to grab her. I was way too late; however, and she finished while staring blankly at me. I had to lock her in the kitchen while I cleaned up, which elicited whines and yelps. I then loaded her into the back of the car and whisked her home.
Luckily, I got the mess off of the floor quickly enough that there were no lasting marks. I had to use enough water that it was apparently still there when Angelo came in that night. He asked Pete what had happened the next day. Pete told him that he thought that I had dropped something on the floor, but was unsure what it was. I guess that I owe him one now.
Friday, June 18, 2010
June 18, 2010
Cinn had a pretty good week, after pulling her muscle on Saturday. We went to the dog park a couple of times, got eaten by mosquitos, went home, and wrestled. Her energy level was really high, and she smiled all week.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
June 3, 2010
Today Cinn got to meet several new dogs at the dog park. Jess Frame and her mom brought their two little dogs and a medium sized, older dog to the park. Cinn was there first, so I slipped her leash on before the other dogs got inside. The dogs were all very friendly in greeting one another, with the exception of one of their smaller dogs, who did not like having an interloper at her park. Cinn respectfully sniffed all of their butts and let them reciprocate. After that, three of the four dogs went their own way to sniff around the park. The other little dog approached Cinn several times to growl, but Cinn was very respectful in refraining from lunging at the little dog when it bothered her. She probably owes this to her respect for the cat, something that was indocrinated into her at a young age to keep Shake from an untimely demise.
June 5, 2010
Cinnamon was not able to make it to the park on Friday because Tracie and I went to Mark and Kristina's house that evening. She was accepting as always, but I know that one of the great highlights of her day is going to the dog park. This morning I promised her that we would do something fun, and I was not willing to let that go.
Unfortunately, owing to the recent article in the Merritt News, the park was very crowded. Rather than having to deal with another potentially annoying Collie, we headed up to Forksdale. We had a nice walk down the road to the river. Once there, we watched the water flow by for a few minutes before heading back.
Unfortunately, owing to the recent article in the Merritt News, the park was very crowded. Rather than having to deal with another potentially annoying Collie, we headed up to Forksdale. We had a nice walk down the road to the river. Once there, we watched the water flow by for a few minutes before heading back.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
June 1, 2010
Cinn had an o.k. week. She spent some time at Shannon's place while we were away for the weekend. She seemed happy to get there and play with Petal, and when I went to pick her up, she was not in a huge hurry to come home. She had just finished a little walk with Shannon and Petal, and was very happy.
Trace and I were, unfortunately, not feeling well when I picked her up. I brought her home, and even though Cinn was glad to be home, the amount of interaction that we had with her was limited that evening (Sunday). The next day we were both sick, so we did not spend much time playing. The dog park was also out that day.
Today (Tuesday), I took Cinn back to the dog park. Everything went well. She met a year old pup who ran about the park with her for a bit. She acted like a pup, so the owners of the other dog were amazed that she was nearly eleven years old. When she got home, we gave her the hugs and attention that we probably should have given her the day before when we simply did not feel up to it.
Trace and I were, unfortunately, not feeling well when I picked her up. I brought her home, and even though Cinn was glad to be home, the amount of interaction that we had with her was limited that evening (Sunday). The next day we were both sick, so we did not spend much time playing. The dog park was also out that day.
Today (Tuesday), I took Cinn back to the dog park. Everything went well. She met a year old pup who ran about the park with her for a bit. She acted like a pup, so the owners of the other dog were amazed that she was nearly eleven years old. When she got home, we gave her the hugs and attention that we probably should have given her the day before when we simply did not feel up to it.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
May 15, 2010
Today Cinn and I went to the dog park early in the morning. We played together for about fifteen minutes, and then another dog owner came along with a pair of dogs-- a collie and a beagle cross by the looks. He walked in with both dogs off leash while I was trying to put Cinn on hers.
"Don't worry," he assured me loudly from across the park, "They're friendly."
Cinn ducked out of my grip before sprinting across the field with the speed of a pup half her age. As she bounded up, the smaller dog shyed away. She started sniffing butts with both of the other pups, as I hurried after her. Almost instantly, the Collie snarled. I told Cinn to back off, and she did. The other owner again repeated his assurances that the collie was a friendly dog, nothing to worry about. He told me that her name was Meadow, and that she just needed to have a minute to acclimatize.
Cinn walked over to the smaller dog, and the two of them got acquainted for a moment. Suddenly Meadow lunged at Cinn, snapping and snarling. Cinn is not a fighter, but it was too much for her. She lunged back at the dog, snapping back and bowling her over with superior size and weight.
Getting between the two combatants, I yelled and snarled. I shouted,"Stop it!"
Cinn backed away and Meadow was startled enough to hop back too. I put the leash over her head. Meadow's human did not grab his dog, but rather kept assuring me that she was a farm dog that was not aggressive. He made a nipping motion with his hand and said that she was only pinching, and it was not a problem.
Uninterested, I looked around to see his smaller dog running outside of the park. I told him that it was getting away, and he responded with, "Damn, that's the last time that I take a friend's dog to the park when I don't know him."
I offered him a treat to try to lure the smaller dog back, but the dog would have none of it. It ran down the street and away. Both of us loaded our dogs into our cars to give chase. We followed the dog down the street in front of the public works yard, but were not able to catch it. I stopped at the insurance office, where Trace had been purchasing insurance. He continued down the street, eventually catching his dog in front of the gym.
I checked Cinn from head to toe, and found that she was not injured in any way. Relieved, we returned home after her adventure. It was a good reminder to be cautious when dealing with other people's dogs.
"Don't worry," he assured me loudly from across the park, "They're friendly."
Cinn ducked out of my grip before sprinting across the field with the speed of a pup half her age. As she bounded up, the smaller dog shyed away. She started sniffing butts with both of the other pups, as I hurried after her. Almost instantly, the Collie snarled. I told Cinn to back off, and she did. The other owner again repeated his assurances that the collie was a friendly dog, nothing to worry about. He told me that her name was Meadow, and that she just needed to have a minute to acclimatize.
Cinn walked over to the smaller dog, and the two of them got acquainted for a moment. Suddenly Meadow lunged at Cinn, snapping and snarling. Cinn is not a fighter, but it was too much for her. She lunged back at the dog, snapping back and bowling her over with superior size and weight.
Getting between the two combatants, I yelled and snarled. I shouted,"Stop it!"
Cinn backed away and Meadow was startled enough to hop back too. I put the leash over her head. Meadow's human did not grab his dog, but rather kept assuring me that she was a farm dog that was not aggressive. He made a nipping motion with his hand and said that she was only pinching, and it was not a problem.
Uninterested, I looked around to see his smaller dog running outside of the park. I told him that it was getting away, and he responded with, "Damn, that's the last time that I take a friend's dog to the park when I don't know him."
I offered him a treat to try to lure the smaller dog back, but the dog would have none of it. It ran down the street and away. Both of us loaded our dogs into our cars to give chase. We followed the dog down the street in front of the public works yard, but were not able to catch it. I stopped at the insurance office, where Trace had been purchasing insurance. He continued down the street, eventually catching his dog in front of the gym.
I checked Cinn from head to toe, and found that she was not injured in any way. Relieved, we returned home after her adventure. It was a good reminder to be cautious when dealing with other people's dogs.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
May 9, 2010
Cinn had a good week. It was cold and wet, so there were a limited number of trips to the dog park. I tried to play with her a lot ot make up the difference. She loves snuggling and wrestling nearly as much as walks and the park. Her biggest issue this week was the cat stealing her bed from her while she laid in it. Apparently, he continuously walked up, meowed, and even climbed in to push her out at one point. He wouldn't even stop when Trace picked him up to let Cinny keep sleeping in peace one day. He's a very stubborn animal.
Today, we went to the park for a picnic. She met a small dog who was quite a bit younger than her. She was fairly hyper, but enjoyed playing with the little guy. The little dog's owners were amazed by how active our eleven year old was. It was a good day all in all, with lots of play and a quarter of a roast beef sandwich for the girl.
Today, we went to the park for a picnic. She met a small dog who was quite a bit younger than her. She was fairly hyper, but enjoyed playing with the little guy. The little dog's owners were amazed by how active our eleven year old was. It was a good day all in all, with lots of play and a quarter of a roast beef sandwich for the girl.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
April 27, 2010
Cinn has had a good week. She has enjoyed her doggy park and being allowed back onto the deck with the better weather lately. She did not even get too fussed about us being away Saturday night and coming back smelling like Paula and Mark's dogs.
Monday, April 19, 2010
April 19, 2010
Snoobert had a pretty good week. She spent some time at the dog park, but also got to go to the BCTF zone meetings with Tracie and I because the hotel was dog friendly. She stayed in the room with Trace most of the time because she obviously could not sit in on the meetings. She was really well behaved, even on the elevator. She got to meet some of the other social justice reps on the elevator, and even some BCTF royalty in the form of president elect, Susan Lambert.
Her favorite part of the entire trip was walking around town and frequenting several restaurants with Trace and I. I think that she even got some mexi fries from Tracie's meal at Senor Froggies. Being a dog though, the whole trip was fun from drinking out of the toilet to cruising around in the car to pick up breakfast. We just have to teach her not to pee on the sidewalks in downtown Kamloops...
Her favorite part of the entire trip was walking around town and frequenting several restaurants with Trace and I. I think that she even got some mexi fries from Tracie's meal at Senor Froggies. Being a dog though, the whole trip was fun from drinking out of the toilet to cruising around in the car to pick up breakfast. We just have to teach her not to pee on the sidewalks in downtown Kamloops...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
April 11, 2010
We got home yesterday and picked up Cinn at 8:30. She went berserk and ran out to the car without her leash. I let her because I did not think that Shannon's neighbours would appreciate her barking upon seeing me. She rode home, ate supper, bounced around, and rubbed on our legs. The next morning we took her to the dog park, where she ran about until we told her that it was time to go home. She was snuggly and happy all day. It's great to have a dog.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
April 7, 2010
Cinn had a pretty good week. She made a couple of trips to the dog park and hung around the house with Tracie and I. Today she goes to stay with Shannon for a few days-- something that she does not necessarily mind because she gets to play with her friend, Petal. We will see her again on Sunday, so hopefully her weekend will be fun filled.
Friday, April 2, 2010
April 2, 2010
All week Cinn and I availed ourselves of her new favorite place, the dog park. Sometimes Trace came, but sometimes the wind and weather was too harsh or she had to work on her store. Cinn loved her week there and tore around the entire time that we spent there. She met a new friend named Buddy on Wednesday. The two of them got on fairly well, although Buddy seemed more interested in fetch than playing with Cinn. Buddy's owner liked Cinn, and the two of us talked while the pups played.
Unfortunately, yesterday Cinn hurt her front leg while she was tearing around the park. I carried her across the park to the car while, true to her nature, she struggled to get down and walk there. I carried her back into the house, we fed her upstairs, and then made her sleep there-- much to her chagrin. She seems better today, almost back to normal. It has made me think a little about the possibility of getting the fat lump removed from her front leg though because it seems to be at or near the root of the problem.
Unfortunately, yesterday Cinn hurt her front leg while she was tearing around the park. I carried her across the park to the car while, true to her nature, she struggled to get down and walk there. I carried her back into the house, we fed her upstairs, and then made her sleep there-- much to her chagrin. She seems better today, almost back to normal. It has made me think a little about the possibility of getting the fat lump removed from her front leg though because it seems to be at or near the root of the problem.
Monday, March 22, 2010
March 22, 2010
Saturday I took Cinn back to the dog park. She ran around for half an hour in the cold, morning air. She absolutely loves the park and started vigorously trying to get out of her seat as we rounded the last corner before the park.
Sunday we went to Kamloops for Tracie's movie and spinning session. Cinn got to come and loved the ride. Once in Kamloops, she was pretty happy to just ride around. Most of all though, she loved her walk up Oriele road and getting to sit with me on the Starbucks patio to watch the people stroll by. The fact that the day was topped off by a sirloin uncle burger was just icing on the cake for her (it was on sale cheaper than a mama burger).
Both Monday and Sunday she had to have an ear cleaning because her ear infection was particularly bothersome to her those days. She did not even object to it very vigorously on Monday, seeming to understand the necessity.
Sunday we went to Kamloops for Tracie's movie and spinning session. Cinn got to come and loved the ride. Once in Kamloops, she was pretty happy to just ride around. Most of all though, she loved her walk up Oriele road and getting to sit with me on the Starbucks patio to watch the people stroll by. The fact that the day was topped off by a sirloin uncle burger was just icing on the cake for her (it was on sale cheaper than a mama burger).
Both Monday and Sunday she had to have an ear cleaning because her ear infection was particularly bothersome to her those days. She did not even object to it very vigorously on Monday, seeming to understand the necessity.
Friday, March 19, 2010
March 19, 2010
I took Snoob for a walk in the Walmart parking lot on Wednesday. I felt bad, but Trace needed to shop for a few things after school. In spite of the less than spectacular venue for a walk, the little hound was as happy as ever. Everything was pretty uneventful, with the exception of both of us nearly sinking into the mud when we walked near a huge snow pile.
On Thursday we went to the new dog park. Snoob ran around sniffing everything in the park while I waited at a picnic table. She kept running back to make sure that I knew that she was there, but she really loved sniffing everything. The park is pretty nice, although it is the same place where Finn hopped into the river a decade ago and nearly got swept away. All in all though, it was a fun time.
On Thursday we went to the new dog park. Snoob ran around sniffing everything in the park while I waited at a picnic table. She kept running back to make sure that I knew that she was there, but she really loved sniffing everything. The park is pretty nice, although it is the same place where Finn hopped into the river a decade ago and nearly got swept away. All in all though, it was a fun time.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
March 16, 2010
Yesterday I did not get home until 5 because I had to speak to someone at the ministry. When I did get home, the little pup went berserk. She ran back and forth to the door until I found her leash. We invited Trace to go with us, and she seemed to want to. We went to her place at the lookout over the valley. We sat and watched the ducks for a while before returning home.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
March 13, 2010
This spring break flew by. Cinn and I did not manage to get out for much more than a few walks because the weather was awful. We played inside a fair bit, but this is not any substitute for time outside. We went on a few car rides and walked down to the river by Forksdale, but we'll have to do way more fun stuff next week.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
March 6, 2010
The week flew by. Cinn and I took Tracie with us on a trip to Starbucks. When we sat on the patio, we found quickly that we were sitting with some "dog people". Cinnamon sat there and lavished in their praises, as they regaled her about how cute she was. She got loads of attention from three people at another table, and got petted by an older gentleman who wanted to talk about Labradors.
Somehow, she seemed to realize that Sunday morning was Sunday morning. As I dozed in the bath, she started getting restless. By the time that I got out, she was pacing and whining. When I got out into the hallway, I asked her what was up. Assuming that she wanted to go outside, I followed her to the door. As we got there though, she made it clear that she actually did not want to go outside. Running to the front door, she sat and looked at her leash. I petted her and headed back toward the other door. She ducked under my hand, stayed by the front, whined, and waited.
Getting her message, I hooked her leash up. Contented, she waited for me to get the keys and head out to the car in my pyjamas. Rather than going to the back of the car, she got into her customary spot for Sunday mornings-- the passenger seat. We drove off to McDonald's, hit the drive thru, and she enjoyed her usual Sunday morning treat. Well, this time it was unusual because it was bacon, rather than sausage. As usual though, the lady praised and petted her through the window.
Somehow, she seemed to realize that Sunday morning was Sunday morning. As I dozed in the bath, she started getting restless. By the time that I got out, she was pacing and whining. When I got out into the hallway, I asked her what was up. Assuming that she wanted to go outside, I followed her to the door. As we got there though, she made it clear that she actually did not want to go outside. Running to the front door, she sat and looked at her leash. I petted her and headed back toward the other door. She ducked under my hand, stayed by the front, whined, and waited.
Getting her message, I hooked her leash up. Contented, she waited for me to get the keys and head out to the car in my pyjamas. Rather than going to the back of the car, she got into her customary spot for Sunday mornings-- the passenger seat. We drove off to McDonald's, hit the drive thru, and she enjoyed her usual Sunday morning treat. Well, this time it was unusual because it was bacon, rather than sausage. As usual though, the lady praised and petted her through the window.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
February 23-27
This week Cinnamon had a great deal of fun. She got to be the hostess to one lost dog and had Peter over twice to watch hockey. Her favorite thing in the world is to be able to play the hostess. She prances around and follows her guests, all the while smiling and rubbing on them. The dog was a spaniel that growled at her a little before they figured out that they were o.k. together.
I had found the little dog wandering the neighbourhood at five a.m., and brought her in. She was shy and uncertain at first, so I put her in Tracie's room in the basement. She ate quite a bit of food, and then came out once she had acclimatized a bit. She came upstairs to run a bit with Cinn, and they had a good time.
After I went to work, Tracie tried to find the owners of the dog through the city license. She did son, and they came to get the dog. Apparently, the owner was fairly gruff and felt inconvenienced by the whole thing. He told her that he had let the dog out to give it the run of the neighbourhood. Really, he let it out to go to the bathroom in a yard other than his own. Not the wisest thing to do in a rural neighbourhood that often features predatory animals and larger dogs. There's no accounting for accountability though, I suppose.
This week Cinnamon had a great deal of fun. She got to be the hostess to one lost dog and had Peter over twice to watch hockey. Her favorite thing in the world is to be able to play the hostess. She prances around and follows her guests, all the while smiling and rubbing on them. The dog was a spaniel that growled at her a little before they figured out that they were o.k. together.
I had found the little dog wandering the neighbourhood at five a.m., and brought her in. She was shy and uncertain at first, so I put her in Tracie's room in the basement. She ate quite a bit of food, and then came out once she had acclimatized a bit. She came upstairs to run a bit with Cinn, and they had a good time.
After I went to work, Tracie tried to find the owners of the dog through the city license. She did son, and they came to get the dog. Apparently, the owner was fairly gruff and felt inconvenienced by the whole thing. He told her that he had let the dog out to give it the run of the neighbourhood. Really, he let it out to go to the bathroom in a yard other than his own. Not the wisest thing to do in a rural neighbourhood that often features predatory animals and larger dogs. There's no accounting for accountability though, I suppose.
Monday, February 22, 2010
February 19-22
On Friday, I got home and wanted to take Cinn for her daily adventure. Tracie really wanted to get the mail and go to Walmart though, so we acquiesced and took her with us. Cinn and I walked around Walmart's parking lot while Trace went inside. Then we took her with us out to the lake for a picnic; well, a Mcdonald's picnic. She loved her trip and was pretty happy to hang out with us.
After going to the lake, I took her to Shannon's for the weekend. She seemed quite happy. She bounded around with Petal after we arrived, and she was quite happy to be left with Shannon.
We picked her up on Sunday night after our trip on the Greyhound. She went ballistic when she realized that we were there to take her home. The joy is the best thing that a dog brings to a relationship.
Monday was a pretty standard day with lots of wrestling, hugging, and a car ride up to the woods behind the house for a leisurely walk. Cinn enjoyed the walk. Her smell o vision was nearly overwhelmed by the cornucopia of smells behind the house.
After going to the lake, I took her to Shannon's for the weekend. She seemed quite happy. She bounded around with Petal after we arrived, and she was quite happy to be left with Shannon.
We picked her up on Sunday night after our trip on the Greyhound. She went ballistic when she realized that we were there to take her home. The joy is the best thing that a dog brings to a relationship.
Monday was a pretty standard day with lots of wrestling, hugging, and a car ride up to the woods behind the house for a leisurely walk. Cinn enjoyed the walk. Her smell o vision was nearly overwhelmed by the cornucopia of smells behind the house.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
February 17, 2010
I was sick again today, but feeling a fair bit better. Cinn and I had a brief wrestling match before work and she showed by her hyperactive demeanour that she knew I was well enough to go on a walk after work. We headed off down the street, but ran into Dave and Jean about a hundred feet down the road. We talked for quite a while, during which time Cinnamon was really well behaved for the most part. Jean still could not believe that Cinn was an eleven year old pup. She started to get antsy after about a half hour, and when the neighbors brought out their dog was ready to bark. She whined and barked to let everyone know that she wanted to play, and would not stop despite chastisement. Eventually the dog disappeared, and then she calmed down.
Dave and I kept talking about work, so Trace took Cinn down to the mail box and brought her back up. We talked a little longer, and then Guy came by with his little pup. Cinn was as good as could be expected, letting out little whines, but otherwise containing herself. We then headed home, and little Cinn was as pleased as punch to be able to get back on the road again.
Dave and I kept talking about work, so Trace took Cinn down to the mail box and brought her back up. We talked a little longer, and then Guy came by with his little pup. Cinn was as good as could be expected, letting out little whines, but otherwise containing herself. We then headed home, and little Cinn was as pleased as punch to be able to get back on the road again.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
February 11-15
I was ridiculously sick during this time, and unfortunately the only time that I got to spend with Cinn involved me sitting on the couch and petting her. She was, as ever, the loyal friend and she sat loyally with me giving me kisses and snuggles. Today, we will be back to the year of Cinn with something fun.
I was ridiculously sick during this time, and unfortunately the only time that I got to spend with Cinn involved me sitting on the couch and petting her. She was, as ever, the loyal friend and she sat loyally with me giving me kisses and snuggles. Today, we will be back to the year of Cinn with something fun.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
February 10, 2010
This morning I woke up early, worked out in the basement with Cinn as an audience, and then let her know that I had not forgotten the promise yet. After I bathed and had a snack, I slipped on her collar and we set off.
We started with a trip out to the Sunshine Valley. It was still pitch black, but we could see the river and Finn's little old farm house. We sat outside for a moment before I gave her a big snuggle and headed off. We drove around town to every house that we had ever lived in. All the while, she smiled wildly because she was able to sit in the copilot seat and watch out the front window. Dogs have to be the happiest animals on earth-- probably why they are our best friends.
After our little adventure, the two of us stopped off at Starbucks to pick up a caramel machiato for Tracie. The lady at the window commented on how cute Cinn was, and asked what breed. I told her that she was a pure breed Labrador, even though many people mistake her because of her broad head and body. As she turned, I heard her commenting to her co worker that she really needed a dog.
I took off Cinn's collar when we got home, but in her excitement she jumped back. She yelped because it caught on her ear, ensuring that Trace was awake. I delivered the coffee, telling Trace that we had just gotten in from a drive. Everything went off without a hitch, other than the collar hitching onto her ear.
The day at school passed quickly while waiting for the appointment. At 2:50 or so, Trace arrived at the school. We drove straight to Kamloops Vet clinic, and the receptionist greeted us-- immediately recognizing Cinnamon with a smile and, "Hello monster."
The wait for the appointment was short, but interminable. About five minutes later, we heard the receptionist in the room saying, "What the heck did Ken do in here?"
She hustled around cleaning up, and then invited us in. Dr. Gummeson came into the room a few moments later and asked us what was up and how Cinnamon's ears were. I told him about the new bump, and about the encounter with the younger dog that I hoped had triggered it. He listened patiently while checking Cinn's ears and her entire body as I made her stand in place with the leash wrapped around her tummy.
After checking her out thoroughly, he took two samples from her lump. He told us that most likely it was a lump of subcutaneous fat that had lain under her muscle for years and had jumped to the surface during her scuffle with Tyker. He took the sample into the other room and looked it over while we went outside with the pup.
Ten minutes later, he returned to the room with good news. Cinn was fine and it was a fat lump. I told him that I had never hugged a vet before, and he gave me a hug. After the appointment, we went to the comic store, for supper, and to A&W for a puppy burger.
We started with a trip out to the Sunshine Valley. It was still pitch black, but we could see the river and Finn's little old farm house. We sat outside for a moment before I gave her a big snuggle and headed off. We drove around town to every house that we had ever lived in. All the while, she smiled wildly because she was able to sit in the copilot seat and watch out the front window. Dogs have to be the happiest animals on earth-- probably why they are our best friends.
After our little adventure, the two of us stopped off at Starbucks to pick up a caramel machiato for Tracie. The lady at the window commented on how cute Cinn was, and asked what breed. I told her that she was a pure breed Labrador, even though many people mistake her because of her broad head and body. As she turned, I heard her commenting to her co worker that she really needed a dog.
I took off Cinn's collar when we got home, but in her excitement she jumped back. She yelped because it caught on her ear, ensuring that Trace was awake. I delivered the coffee, telling Trace that we had just gotten in from a drive. Everything went off without a hitch, other than the collar hitching onto her ear.
The day at school passed quickly while waiting for the appointment. At 2:50 or so, Trace arrived at the school. We drove straight to Kamloops Vet clinic, and the receptionist greeted us-- immediately recognizing Cinnamon with a smile and, "Hello monster."
The wait for the appointment was short, but interminable. About five minutes later, we heard the receptionist in the room saying, "What the heck did Ken do in here?"
She hustled around cleaning up, and then invited us in. Dr. Gummeson came into the room a few moments later and asked us what was up and how Cinnamon's ears were. I told him about the new bump, and about the encounter with the younger dog that I hoped had triggered it. He listened patiently while checking Cinn's ears and her entire body as I made her stand in place with the leash wrapped around her tummy.
After checking her out thoroughly, he took two samples from her lump. He told us that most likely it was a lump of subcutaneous fat that had lain under her muscle for years and had jumped to the surface during her scuffle with Tyker. He took the sample into the other room and looked it over while we went outside with the pup.
Ten minutes later, he returned to the room with good news. Cinn was fine and it was a fat lump. I told him that I had never hugged a vet before, and he gave me a hug. After the appointment, we went to the comic store, for supper, and to A&W for a puppy burger.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The year of Cinnamon
February 9, 2010
It was a sunny, but cold day. When I got home from work, Cinn bounded across the floor joyous and oblivious to me. Hustling her downstairs, as is our daily ritual, she ate supper so quickly that I could have sworn that she ate every kernel of food as it fell from the scoop toward the bowl. After supper, she charged up the stairs in eager anticipation of her daily walk. She rounded the corner just as I gathered her leash, little poop bags, and treats.
"Will you be going by the mailbox?" Trace asked, Oblivious to my newfound plan.
"We sure can," I replied.
Eyeing her packages on the shoe rack, I added, "In fact, we might just swing by the post office downtown."
"Um, o.k., sure."
Cinn and I set off. We dutifully stopped at the mailbox and the post office, dropping off parcels and picking up Tracie's Lee Valley Tools catalogue. Then we set off for the tourist info booth and adventure.
When we arrived at the info booth, we wandered around the entire booth without incident. Cinn had a wonderful time, dancing spritely through the muddy landscape and kicking dirty spring mud all over my clothing. Without incident other than Cinn deciding to take a dump in the xeriscaping that is. Scooping up her poop with a handful of their rocks, I slipped it into the bear proof garbage as innocuously as possible before sneaking off to the car and heading home.
We snuggled and enjoyed the rest of the night before Trace and I snuck off to enjoy a "Toonie Tuesday" special at K.F.C.. As the night sky darkened, I let Cinn out to eliminate before tucking her in with our traditional twenty one kisses. It was a great way to start her year.
It was a sunny, but cold day. When I got home from work, Cinn bounded across the floor joyous and oblivious to me. Hustling her downstairs, as is our daily ritual, she ate supper so quickly that I could have sworn that she ate every kernel of food as it fell from the scoop toward the bowl. After supper, she charged up the stairs in eager anticipation of her daily walk. She rounded the corner just as I gathered her leash, little poop bags, and treats.
"Will you be going by the mailbox?" Trace asked, Oblivious to my newfound plan.
"We sure can," I replied.
Eyeing her packages on the shoe rack, I added, "In fact, we might just swing by the post office downtown."
"Um, o.k., sure."
Cinn and I set off. We dutifully stopped at the mailbox and the post office, dropping off parcels and picking up Tracie's Lee Valley Tools catalogue. Then we set off for the tourist info booth and adventure.
When we arrived at the info booth, we wandered around the entire booth without incident. Cinn had a wonderful time, dancing spritely through the muddy landscape and kicking dirty spring mud all over my clothing. Without incident other than Cinn deciding to take a dump in the xeriscaping that is. Scooping up her poop with a handful of their rocks, I slipped it into the bear proof garbage as innocuously as possible before sneaking off to the car and heading home.
We snuggled and enjoyed the rest of the night before Trace and I snuck off to enjoy a "Toonie Tuesday" special at K.F.C.. As the night sky darkened, I let Cinn out to eliminate before tucking her in with our traditional twenty one kisses. It was a great way to start her year.
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