Kabira is Eight!

Kabira turned 8 yesterday – it seems like just yesterday that we brought her home. She was so little I carried her on my lap. How sweet. She is a loyal friend, quick to play crazy, yet happy to cuddle.

Bella was so happy when we brought Kabira home – she felt that Kabira was her special friend right from the start. They played and played, running around the giant haystack in the backyard. They are still good friends, although there is less play and more cuddling together on the futon.

 

One of the games she likes to play is in the evening, after she’s gotten in from her bedtime out, is to run around the house looking for me. I’ve used up all the hiding spots! She was slow to track me down at first, but she has learned how to use her nose to advantage and now I rarely have to wait in my hiding spot.

Every now and again she goes crazy running in the field. She zigs and zags and does about turns in the air. She is something to see.

She is fiercely protective of Spike – woe to anyone who might hurt him.

 

She has a short coat with no undercoat so feels the cold. She loves to have her “outfit” on and will run from anywhere in the house if I ask her if she wants to wear it. Once on she prances around a bit, clearly pleased.

Kabira and Grace have a good relationship. Kabira cleans up under Grace’s cage, sometimes even licking the food from her feet. I’ve only seen Grace bite her a few times - they seem to have an understanding.

She’s a great dog.

 

 

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace. 
~ Milan Kundera

Guess Who Is Six Today!

Sorry for all the photos…

 

Bread and Cake, and Kisses too

The first chords of "If" by Bread started playing on the TV; I immediately started singing along, remembering most of the words, even though I haven't heard it for years, perhaps even decades. As I was singing along I couldn't help but wonder, why do I remember the words to a stupid song, but fail to remember simple facts about important things? Perhaps if important things were set to music I'd have a better chance of remembering!

We had a quiet Valentines Day at home. As I went about getting supper ready, I remembered a Valentines a long time ago. I was probably about 15 years old, when I accompanied my friend Heather to audition for 'Miss Teen Ottawa'. I never would have gone to do something like that myself, but as often happened I got caught up in what Heather was doing (sometimes for the good, but often for the bad).

I recall being asked in the interview what I aspired to do. My answer was thought up on the spot, as I had no real aspirations, certainly no serious ones. So what did I answer? Well, I wanted to go across Canada on dog sled! At that point in my life I'd only had two dogs. The first was a stray with one blind eye, that I called Shep, but that's another story. At the time of the interview I had a little toy poodle called "Thor". He didn't pull a sled (although I had tried to get him to). I don't even think I even knew any sled dogs. The interviewer must have thought I was just another crazy, ditzy teenage girl (I was).

When I got home from the ordeal, Mom had made our family a nice supper, complete with a special heart cake for dessert. I think we each got one whole cake - my favourite golden glow cake. She is always doing special things like that.

Dad’s birthday was on Thursday so I joined them for lunch. We had a lovely time chowing down on dim sum (yum)

With the cold weather lately, and Spike’s mostly hairless ear, I’ve been putting a hat/scarf on him to go outside. He doesn’t seem to mind.

 

You've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world! ~C. JoyBell C.