I have one dog who has an over-active bladder....she won't sleep more than five or six hours and begins to bark because she needs to pee. I can sleep for seven hours before I have to pee. A dog should be able to do the same. I am tired. Ross is tired. You can not continue to sleep when this dog barks at you. The dog should learn to use the toilet.
This is Gaby who is seven months old. Gaby needs to learn that 5 am pee times are not appropriate. Her sister, Titch, can hold her bladder for 10 hours.
My dogs like to eat. They eat clothes, linens, trees, grass, rocks, five gallon water bottles, the fridge, bugs, dirt, money, cardboard, whatever is made of anything chewable and naturally their food. It must be noted that when picking up poop in the yard, it is easy to find after they have consumed any colourful type of plastic.
We have the neighbours from hell. They have 14 dogs. Their dogs bark and howl 24/7 most days. They are ugly dogs. They are stupid dogs. Our dogs hate their dogs. You can probably see where I am going with this. They need to join a self-help group. This will make them and their dogs leave....permanently.
Our neighbours from hell are also deaf. They yell, they don't talk. They yell, their dogs bark. They have their TV outside. When they yell over their TV, their dogs bark and howl. I think living close to the airport would be quieter than the volume on their TV. They watch cartoons on Italian channels.....sometimes until midnight. Our bedroom window faces their terrace. I am learning Italian whether I want to or not.
I noticed that it has been two years since I blogged. Where does time go? Well, the obvious answer is that it flies past, and fast. The days seem to run into each other and with our insane social calendar, life is flying by.
We are going to a Dominican Style Pig roast this week. We have a birthday party invitation this week. We had a going away gathering at our local colmado earlier in the week. I have my volunteer work two half days a week. Ross is busy trying to entertain the dogs from hell every day - Ebony Gaby and Titch are Belgium Malinois x German Shepards. They are working dogs. they need constant exercise and brain games or they wreck/eat things.
At some point we try and find time to clean the house. And I forgot about the swimming pools that need to be cleaned by Ross three or four days a week (our dogs like to swim). Oh, and there is my English Muffin sales plus a small bookkeeping job. No rest for the wicked as they say.
About two weeks ago we had our second annual Calgary Stampede breakfast. We showed our friends once again exactly how to have a great breakfast party.
I guess I should be grateful that our health is relatively good and we can enjoy each day. We take the punches that this country gives us and we just keep on going. Chin up and all that (I am learning to speak British - we have a lot of British friends. They are learning to speak Canadian although I must admit, they don't learn very quickly). We wake up to sunshine and warm (OK HOT) days as it is summer here. The pool from hell keeps us sort of cool. We are blessed with family visits occasionally. We have great friends who offer a support network when times are tough. We are alive and kicking!
and they sleep.......sometimes.....
