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.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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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