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Posted in on hounds by Allie on September 17, 2010

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This is a good picture of my dog. We don’t get many of these because a) she’s not very high contrast, so cameras have a lot of trouble focusing on her face and b) she’s terrified of pretty much everything, so getting her to sit for a photo is next to impossible.

Things Addie is afraid of reads like that part in Fawlty Towers when Sybil is going on about her mother: “…doorknobs, open spaces, closed spaces…It’s really hard to get the space just right for her”. Addie is afraid of sail boats, big ships, bridges, windsurfers, kites, her chew toys, feet, birds of prey, the TV (especially if something is zooming), thunderstorms, fireworks, gunshots (note: she is a hunting dog), lights that suddenly get bigger, large dogs, and bees.

Note the slightly worried face above. It was probably the lo-fi technology that worried her this time. Or maybe she heard instant film steals your soul.

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Minty Green & Tangerine

Posted in crafty, home life by Allie on February 7, 2010

It’s been a lazy weekend. Not entirely. We got stuff done around the house, I got an album done that’s been bugging me all week, had some brunch, did some shopping, laundry, etc.

No finished objects for you today; I’m busy knitting for a project that I’ll be posting on Valentine’s Day. I’m really excited about this project; I’ve been wanting to do it since last Valentine’s Day. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize until this week that Valentine’s Day is on Sunday, and here in Canada (or just Ontario?) Monday is Family Day (a new long weekend in February), so all the grandparents are clamoring to see Mr. S, and I’m all: I have to BLOG people! This project has to get done during the day so I (or Ms. Evans and I) can get good photos to post for you, and it all has to be done in my neighbourhood and it has to be ready for Sunday. It’s going to take a bit of planning, but I’ll get it done.

In the meantime, here is a work in progress. Just so you don’t think it’s all baby, all the time here, this one’s for poochie.

And a picture of my baby’s bottom. I’m in love with this colour combination: minty green and tangerine. It would make for a nice, cheery kitchen, don’t you think?

Coon Dog Day

Posted in Uncategorized by Allie on August 14, 2009

I haven’t blogged in a while, but it’s just that–and maybe this is a post for hubby’s blog–having twitter and a smart phone really feels like I’ve been keeping everyone up to date. With six weeks to Peanut, I feel like I have too many real life things to do to also take the time to blog about them. But to snap a picture with my Blackberry and upload it to Twitter? Oh everyone has time for that.

I’ve thought of a system, though, so expect some quality blogging in the next six weeks, and hopefully I’ll be able to keep it up so that y’all will know more about Peanut ex utero than you did about Peanut in utero.

Now–where were we. Ah. North Carolina.

Coon Dog Day was great except for when our (now we know) gun shy dog wriggled out of her collar and took off on us, trying to escape the Civil War era soldiers firing muskets at the start of the parade.

Hubby had time to tweet “Here comes the parade”, I had time to take these shots, and…..

……away went our dog, along the railway tracks and into the deep, foreign woods, and after her we went: hubby in sandals, and I, 7 months pregnant, in flip flops that broke shortly after we began our chase. It’s hard to find a dog in the woods when you’re a) having to wade through brambles and wild raspberries that are cutting up your legs and b) your dog has no collar and is therefore completely silent. We’re hollering, calling her, trying to sound as sweet and reassuring as we can. Both of us are unsucessful at whistling her whistle, because the heat and stress has just dried up our mouths. I’m trying not to cry too much, but I just keep imagining the trip back to Toronto without our dog and I can’t bear it. I’m sobbing. Hubby’s working out in his head what to offer as a reward, since we saw coonhound puppies for sale earlier that day for $150. He figures (he later tells me) $300 would be enough to convince someone NOT keep a gun shy, mostly-useless coonhound, but instead buy a puppy. Maybe two!

He finally tells me to go back out to the railway tracks to see if she’s out there, trying to keep me calm so I don’t go into labour in a country in which we’ll have to pay for the birth. At some point I get tired of carrying all my camera equipment so I dump it by the side of the tracks, because I figure–it’s Saluda–no one’s going to steal it. I think shortly after that I broke down again, hubby came out of the woods to comfort me, and then–there she was–cautiously coming back up the tracks towards us. The problem was, to get back to us she had to walk in the direction of the parade, which she was not willing to do, as she could still hear sirens (from the volunteer fire department). We tell her to sit. We go to her. Hubby instructs me to hold my dog, which is both useful for us to keep her restrained, and it helps me calm down. I put her in a tight hold around her body and grab her leg once my arm is around her. I’m not letting go no matter what she decides at this point. We put her halti on, but don’t even connect it to the leash, then leash her at her collar. I think hubby tightens her collar. It’s felt like hours. It’s been about 10 minutes.

We had to wait out the parade (it’s waaaaaay in the distance), because everyvtime we tried to walk in that direction, she tried to go the other way, tail firmly against her belly.

Eventually I had to go to the bathroom, and as I walked away, hubby asked her if she wanted to follow Mummy, and she did. So we were able to get back to the festivities. It’s really too bad she wasn’t in full form because she would have kicked ass at the treeing contest.

And really, nothing will give you a better impression of what Coon Dog Day and coonhounds are all about than video with sound. (I can’t figure out how to embed them so you’ll have to go here, here and here, if you’re interested.) You can see Addie being unusually quiet in the last one.

Soup

Posted in Uncategorized by Allie on June 1, 2009

You’ve heard me go on about our coonhound’s oral hygiene before. We haven’t really had much success in that department, and at the last visit to the vet, we got a quote for dental cleaning that made me a bit woozy. Ouch. Not going there. Not now.

Addie could have clean teeth if she just chewed for longer than the 30 seconds she’ll oblige you when you shove something towards her. That is, if she even attempts to oblige you. Often she just barks and pushes the bone away–she regularly has arguements with her bones that we know nothing about. When we moved into the new digs she found a real bone in the backyard that provided some much needed scraping for a few weeks, but soon it turned into the same old story.

If Addie could just put in 15-20 minutes a day on anything, her teeth would sparkle. I’ve tried everything, and the trials have not been cheap. I’ve bought all the gadets, I’ve tried all the bones–different types, textures, makes. We’ve tried edible, non-edible, soft, hard, nubbly, stringy, rubber….everything. She needs something else, but I’m determined not to spend any more money.

So today, I made soup.

I bought 10 drumsticks.

On sale! Check it: $2.28! (Okay, so I spent a little bit of money.)

I took 5 of them, put them in water, added a bay leaf, and brought everything to a boil. Then I reduced the heat and dropped in all of Addie’s hard nylabones (and the real bone she found in the backyard).

After it simmered for a while, I turned down the heat, and when it cooled slightly, I dropped in all of Addie’s soft nylabones. (Notice the green one is entirely untouched, despite being about 6 months old!)

I let the soup cool some more, then I took out the real bone. I let it cool. I gave it to Addie…………………………………………………

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SHE’S BEEN CHEWING FOR 43 MINUTES!!! (…and counting!)

I’m so proud.

The Coonhound Takes a Walk

Posted in Uncategorized by Allie on October 22, 2008

Addie walked herself home from the off-leash park yesterday. Hubby took her to the park, she went into stealth-mode, and just as he was starting to talk himself out of panic–she was at our front door barking to be let in.

Only–I heard her outside, but assumed hubby and doggie had run into Auntie Calla outside. So I thought nothing of it.

Until our neighbour knocked on the door. Confused, I opened the door to our neighbour holding her dog, asking, “Is that Addie?” Of course, I just thought she meant it in the is that loud and obnoxious, barking dog your husband is holding on a leash your dog? way. Silly, neighbour! Of course it is.

Then I looked past the neighbour. To my dog. On the driveway. No leash. Barking at me.

ADDIE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!

I pull the dog inside. I call hubby. I assumed he’s right behind her running because she’s somehow managed to break off the leash. No, he’s still in the woods. He goes through the crazy emotions of simultaneously realizing his dog has left the park without him and knowing that she somehow made it across three intersections including one set of traffic lights safe and sound. I’d give a million dollars to see video footage of her trotting along the sidewalk. A woman told hubby she saw her going across Sherwood, and then just turning left along Mt. Pleasant towards home. If I didn’t automatically start thinking about how my hound could have died, that’s some funny shit.

Living with a hound, you know this will happen one day. Other hound owners warn you. You try to be careful because you don’t want to be the dope that lost their hound while off-leash so everyone can call you a dope to your face. But after 3 years we thought the worst was over. We’ve become too comfortable. She’ll back to wearing a bell while off-leash FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.

At least she knows where home is. Too bad we’re moving soon.

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