K9 Slumber Party

farm signLiving on a farm takes a certain person. A person that doesn’t take on responsibility lightly. A person that is not afraid of hard work and a person that doesn’t mind the odd smell and indecent exposure.

Living on a farm also takes a person that does well around animals, and likes the secluded life a farm entitles one to. And even though the neighbours are farther than a stone throw away, they all know what’s going on. At all times.

Living in the country taught me to embrace the watchful eye. Learning about one another keeps the neighbourhood safe, together, and bartering. Yup, that’s still happening. We barter chicken and eggs for potatoes, beets, and even a clean driveway in winter. Our neighbour next door has a big heart and a handy backhoe, and his family loves our eggs 🙂

Living with animals also taught me that you cannot just pick up and go at a moment’s notice. A vacation needs to be thoroughly planned and you also need to do that well in advance to find the people to take over the daily chores.

I didn’t grow up with pets because mom never wanted any. No cats, no dogs were ever checked off from my Christmas list. She always said they would suffer living with us in the apartment. What would we do with them when we have to lock up and go see grandma, 600 kms away? Then, after her retirement? She’s been hoarding 5-6 cats 😉 and I am so nice, I taught her about the ‘neighbourhood watch’ and that’s how she’s been able to come visit us for 4-6 months at a time.

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But I always wanted pets. I would sneak in the barn cats, at my grandma’s house, to sleep with me just so I could say I had cats in the house. When a stray cat became resident at my dad’s house in 2006, a dream came partially true, and I finally had a cat! Then in 2009 I took Moxie and Roxie to my new home. I found cats are the easiest to take care of and they got me the right amount of companionship that I needed when coming home from work.

Then I met Ara the Great Dane and Jackson the great Doberman 🙂 They changed my whole perspective of living life with large dogs in it. The owners were my co-workers and I managed to grill them about every aspect of their life with dogs. They also gave me the opportunity to dog-sit a few times and get more intimate with the big doggies routine. I was able to stay overnight because the cats were taken care of at my house – food and clean litter box were okk for a couple of nights. (of course right at that moment I knew mom was right, but I made it work) Through that experience, I fell in love with both dogs, and most especially the Great Dane breed.

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Over the next few years, we got Tia, the other 2 large dogs, and moved to the countryside. We started to understand what it really means to have large dogs at the house. They are absolutely fantastic members of the family. But it’s quite difficult to plan a vacation on a whim! Unless one of us stays home, we need to ‘hire’ a helper to watch over the critters and feed everyone.

Both Mitchell and I know very well how the story goes and last week we lended a hand with dog sitting, while our friends took an anniversary vacation to the Dominican Republic. They sent us pictures of Mr Stickman on vacation. Ya, I was super jealous too! 

Meet Mojo and Kai - two witty little rascals

Meet Mojo and Kai – two witty little rascals

Mojo and Kai are two puppies that I totally fell in love with at first sight. I first met them at Mitchell’s office and their playfulness is just over the moon. They also love Tia and try to play with her every chance they get – they love to chase her all over the office!

Well, for the time we were dog sitting, we drove to their house first, then car ride to our house, fed everyone, grabbed Tia and back to their house.

Zeus was first to notice Mojo’s barking and he quickly switched to ‘alert mode’, ears perched, strong stance, and eye glued to the back window where Mojo’s head would peer out every now and then. Needless to say, no introductions were established – we didn’t want to further stress either parties.

During any car rides, Tia is a needy princess and she wants the window open in the back. She is THAT dog that has her big floppy ears out the window and her eyes get wide open, making her look like a monster lol But then Mojo likes to have his nose in the wind too… and given that he’s a fraction of Tia’s size, he won the window-battle fair and square… Tia pouted for the rest of the trip!

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We took them for long walks around the block and they did so well. We explored the neighbourhood, said ‘hello’ to other dogs on the way, and made our way back after a good while. In return, they both napped right after! But not before snuggling up to me, making Tia a jealous ‘little’ wreck!

She was so mad at me, she ended up staying in the living room and slept on the couch with Mitchell, while Mojo and I had the whole spare bedroom bed all to ourselves! Mitchell said Kai liked to sleep squeezed in between the couches – he would just disappear in there!

We all had such a great time! I am sure, deep inside, very deep, Tia liked it too, but she just won’t admit it 😉

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12 Thoughts on “K9 Slumber Party

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  2. I’ve never had a dog, but our first childhood pet was a budgie, and later on we had a couple of gorgeous cats who we found as strays. Rabbit turned up on a neighbour’s doorstep as a kitten (we lived out of town so someone had dumped him) and Sheba introduced herself to us when we were at a quiz night at the tennis club. Both gorgeous, cuddlesome, sociable cats who I still miss. The boys can’t wait to get a pet as they both adore animals, but it’s just easier to keep putting it off. We are on the waiting list to volunteer at the animal shelter to socialise the dogs and cats though, that might help them get their fix!

    • OMG I love that you named the cat RABBIT!!! I might steal that idea and let you know which animal gets the honor to wear that name proudly 😉 reminds me of a joke: a burglar gets into a house. A talking parrot tells him “Jesus knows you’re here”. The startled burglar goes on with stealing a radio. “Jesus is watching” the parrot says again. The burglar turns to the parrot and asks if he said that. The parrot said “yes” to which the burglar asks “well, that’s nice and who are you”. “Moses” the parrot says. The burglar laughs and asks what kind of people would name their parrot Moses. “The same kind that would name their Rottweiler Jesus!”

      volunteering at the shelter might do wonders and they’ll get their fix. or it might work against you and they will want to bring all of them home!

      • Ha a Rottweiler named Jesus! One of my two favourite comic strips when I was a kid had a tough-as-nails cat in it named Horse. He lived on a farm in New Zealand and was top dog, so to speak. 🙂

  3. My grandparents had a farm when I was a child and every chance I could get, I spent it at the farm. My grandpa taught me so much about animals and I have always felt more comfortable with animals than I do with people. Their love is unconditional and many humans could certainly learn many valuable lessons from them.

    • Totally agree! It’s so joyful and comforting to be around them. My grandparents had a variety of animals too and the summers spent at their place were the best ever! Hopefully my kids and grandkids could say the same about our future place 🙂

  4. I love the dog jealousy talk, because that is oh so true. Dogs get jealous very easily. And forlorn. They get forlorn. If we for some reason take only one dog for a walk, that one left at home is FORLORN. It’s the worst thing in the world for them. WHAT ABOUT ME? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT MEEEEEE? We’re going through this right now — planning a week long vacay in July and don’t know people in our new neighborhood to take care of the dogs/garden. Boarding is out of the question so we’ll pay someone to stay at our house for a week.

    • we have 3 and they have various degrees of jealousy lol We rarely take the white dogs for walks, but even if it’s a ride to the vet for one of them, I feel it’s better if they both go.

      oh I know exactly what you mean about vacations! I always feel like I am inconveniencing people by asking (even if relatives) and I would rather just pay some stranger to do it.

  5. This is so interesting!! I love the bartering that goes on…that’s so neat and such a great way to get fresh goods! You lead the neatest life. Was farm life something that always appealed to you? Or did it just sort of ‘happen’ like my life in Germany? I’m sure I can read this in a post, now that I just asked the question! Anyway, you have quite the awesome “family” of pets. 🙂 Too funny about your mom now having 5-6 pets! My parents did that too. We wanted a dog SO BADLY and couldn’t get one. Then we all moved out of the house…and my parents got a dog! Go figure!! Sorry this comment isn’t very long. My computer is occupied right now so I’m typing on one finger on my iPad!!! 🙂

    • (I tried to look through the posts I have to see if I ever wrote about it – really thought I did – but nope. New post idea!)

      I can’t totally say that farm life ALWAYS appealed to me, but I have always talked highly about how my grandparents lived and how happy(er) and laid back everyone seemed (I am sure they went through hard times too). The talks started getting more heated after I took Mitchell camping with us for the first time. We decided to take side streets to get there, rather than the busy highway. As we were making our way out of the city and into farm lands, the scenery became so much more peaceful and we subconsciously slowed down and took in all the views. We started guessing what everyone has in their backyard and we would be so happy to see cows and goats and horses so close. That’s when we started sharing memories of our childhood, and what animals each of our grandparents raised. A whole lot of “can you imagine us doing it” … That whole weekend, about 4 yrs ago, changed Mitchell’s heart and I followed quietly because living on a farm meant I could finally have my own horse (my ultimate dream!). When we got back home and for the next year him and I searched for countryside properties that are fairly close to the city so the commute doesn’t kill us and affordable. 3 years in and we want to move to a place with more land, get more animals, and eventually start a family and ‘move on the farm’ full-time.

      I can relate with you and no pets for sure! I think my cats also changed my mom’s mind a bit. When she first came to visit in 2010 and saw that we were able to go to NY for a whole week, while the cats were ‘automatically’ fed, she said times have really changed lol My next door neighbour also checked on them twice that week. It helped to further prove to her that knowing your neighbours is a good thing.

      When we first moved to the countryside and used the Classified websites (Craigslist and Kijiji) to find ‘farm stuff’, one of the guys told us as an advice “when you move to a small town everyone knows everyone. expect delays at the cash register and gas pump. People like to talk to each other, catch up. It’s a different pace of life, nobody is in a hurry”. And honestly you DO have to walk into a store with that in mind, else you would be having a fit all the time lol The people at the animal feed store were absolutely God sent – helped us with all the connections we now have. Walking Tia up and down the street helped me meet our neighbours. Zeus and Maya escaping helped us meet neighbours across the forest (the ones that live on the next parallel street) and retired GERMAN TEACHERS living at the corner street (just as I wrote this I realized you would love this – both were born in Germany, came to Canada in their teens, and taught at reputable schools in Toronto. They moved in my area in 1968 when there was just dirt everywhere). Everybody knows us now as the people with the white dogs lol Mail lady loves our dogs! and even she helped one day to track them down… oh the stories that I have. I need to write all this down and come up with posts lol

      omg look at my novel now… don’t you dare say sorry for long posts anymore 😉

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