Slumber

Slumber

I came across this photo of Kendal and Stella sharing one of the dog beds. They do not often do so, Stella tends to be protective of her space while Kendal takes little notice of who may be there and simply flops or throws himself down where the notion strikes him. He is very much a dog, with great dog-ness, in the sense that he lives in the moment.

Plenty of room on the couch

I do not mind sharing.

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Relenting

We have been busy today, up and down offthe couch, getting stuff done. When we did sit down Stella wanted up,and we consistently said ‘nope, no ma’am not going to happen.’ Refusing permission in a matter offact way does scarher for life, she ges on about her caninebusiness soonenough.

We eventually relented. We made time and space for Chili dog. Kendal had already had couch time.

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Winter arrives

Winter arrives

It seems that the first true taste of winter will arrive today. A cold front came through yesterday and will be reinforced today, dropping the temperature throughout the day to a low of -5 tonight. Though we will not see the high side of freezing until sometime Monday or Tuesday, the snow squalls will stay to the east of us. Kendal will not care about any of this as long as the furnace works.

Kendal

Kendal

Kendal struts in front of the grill. He is more than happy to clean up any spills or drops that may happen, whether his help is needed or not. Kendal is an opportunist.

Kendal and Achilles

Kendal and Achilles

Taken with the PlayBook.

Kendal was on the couch between us, and Achilles came over wanting ti join the party. Kenrdal had recently finished licking one of our hands, I am anthropomorphizing (which is silly yet diverting and amusing at times) but it looks like Kendal is licking his chops in victory, “Ha ha, I’m up on the couch and you aren’t, ha ha!”

Raw chicken feet . . .

. . . a yummy dog treat!

Faye and I are pondering switching the dogs to a raw diet. She went to the market yesterday, saw the chicken feet in the butcher case, and decided they would make just such a treat for the dogs.

Raw bones are OK for dogs as opposed to cooked ones, and feet/toe bones are very unlikely to damage stomachs or intestines. All are fine tonight.

Kendal inhaled two, possibly sensing they were food as they passed through his mouth. Stella worked on hers for a while before finishing. Achilles, interestingly, took the most time to savour his, possibly because he has bad teeth and the foot may have been uncomfortable to chew and crunch up. Here are some photos. You have been warned. 🙂

The cattle dogs. Kendal had already made his disappear.

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Faye used the rest of the feet to make a stock, which is nearly solid and will probably need to be diluted.

Early morning walks

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My walks with the dogs are good ways to begin interacting with the world, to accept that I have to go to work to continue having and enjoying these walks. We often see, smell, hear interesting things. This morning the first sense to hit me was that it’s breezy this morning, which is a harbinger of today’s rain and the approach of tonights’ cooler weather. the second thing to hot me was the smell of onions. Whether of our green onions or the ones on someone’s farm, I don’t know.

Robins are still here, I hear them calling when we walk. While walking Achilles and Stella in the half light this morning one almost swooped in to land on a yard within Stella’s reach. It quickly swerved away. As I opened the door to head out with Kendal we saw a bird, some species of raptor, trying to make headway against the south breeze. On opening the gate as we got home the first few raindrops hit us.

Time to head to work.

Kendal

Kendal

Taken with my Windows phone.

Kendal at rest on his bed, padded with a blankie, with his Spidey squeaky toy (no squeakies, thank you very much Achilles :-/ ) as a cover.

Kendal, I don’t think that was a dog

Kendal, I don't think that was a dog

We returned from our walk a few minutes ago. I stopped briefly to chat with the neighbour at the corner about the windy start to the day. As Kendal and I turned onto our street something scuttled across the street about 30 feet in front of us. It was black . . . with a white stripe down its back.

I stopped to allow Mr. (or Ms.) Skunk unimpeded crossing rights. Kendal had other ideas but seeing that we were downwind it seems prudent to stand where we were. The skunk is probably somewhere in our next door neighbours’ yard.

I think all three dogs will stay inside for a while, until it’s much more light outside.