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Monday, May 22, 2017

So happy to be in Our World

Thank you, Lady Fi, for this timely springtime photo challenge on Our World Tuesday. My husband has just taken some wonderful photos of desert flowers as well as photos of our bonny dog, Bonnie-Belinda.
I was completely unable to get the pictures to open in iPhoto, but eventually my husband managed to get a few of them onto there.
I've mentioned, before, the tediousness of my computer, and it continues to worsen, so I'd better post our photos while I can.
For those of you who were wondering, Bonnie is becoming more and more adventuresome as she realizes she is home to stay. Her life before the SPCA is a mystery except for the obvious fact that she'd been abused. We're thrilled that we were able to adopt her, and more thrilled that she is adapting well.


Photos by Richard Schear

1. DESERT FLOWERS

2. BONNIE WONDERS IF FLOWERS ARE EDIBLE
3. BEWARE OF CACTI HIDING BESIDE THE PATH

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Photos of our Bonnie Belinda

APOLOGIES TO LADY FI and to anyone else who notices this post came up twice. I'm very sorry, but I'm having trouble with my computer and hence trouble with posting to Our World. —K

It's hard to get portraits of our new little dog, Bonnie-Belinda, because she is always moving. She's like a non-stop wind-up toy. We've been so used to photographing our elderly Golden Retriever, our much-beloved Lindy, who loved to pose for photos when she was younger, and didn't move much when she grew older.
However, here are a few Bonnie shots we've managed to garner during the past month:
My dear friend Judith, now back in Canada (albeit the far east coast) after several years in England, loved this one of Bonnie sleeping on  the couch, all tucked in behind my knee:



My favourite is still this one of her perched on the arm of the couch. She loves perching up on one end or the other, to get the best possible view, I suppose.



Here she is looking for new blades of grass coming up in our back lawn, followed by a photo of her eating the fresh new grass.





Sharing this, albeit a day late, with Lady Fi's popular meme Our World Tuesday.



Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Spring cleaning is two dirty words here


"What's on your mind?" Facebook always asks me. Sometimes there's nothing on my mind, which condition I attribute to my steadily advancing age.
We've had a lot of fun
However, right now, as well as many, many times in the past few years, my mind has been on dumpsters. Our garage, our shed, and even our house — full of enough junk to fill two dumpsters! Only one or two of the things in there will ever see the light of day, and then only when my husband takes out what few items he needs for his work.
Yes, it's nice having a husband who, in his senior years and retired from teaching, is still working. I appreciate that, I really do, and I’m very proud of him. But his work and his extracurriculars leave him no time for anything other than working, playing tennis, playing something called pickle ball, refereeing high school sports and walking the dog. Therefore, but certainly not as a direct result of either the dog or the pickle, he has no interest in ridding our property of superfluous superflussities.
With all due deference, wife to husband, I must insist that I do not want to die and leave all the junk for his daughters to clean up.
They are dear young women but they would be well within their rights to burn down the garage, the shed, and even the house, were it not illegal and dangerous to theirownselves as well as to the neighbours.

Himself in Ecuador




I was younger once
So now I'm looking online to see if I can find a dumpster rental company, preferably one staffed by several very strong young men, because whatever strength I ever once had, is a distant memory. I remember I could outrun my brother Rob for about 100 yards (or metres) when he was 14 and I was 35, but that was grim determination more than athleticism. And it was also half my lifetime ago.
Sigh.
In addition to Dick's daughters, we have to consider Rob, and also my niece Jodi. As executors of my will, they might also have to come out to eastern Alberta from western British Columbia, to help with dumpster-loading. 
I don't wish that dumpster-loading chore on anyone, except maybe-perhaps my husband hisownself — but he is unavailable, due to pickle balls, tennis balls, basketballs, footballs, and the abovementioned employment.
Je t’adore, mon cher Richard, I really truly do, but I must confess I would much rather you had fewer balls.

Hoping to link with Lady Fi's wonderful meme, Our World Tuesday

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

No fun for me with this toy story

I've just caught our silly little dog, Bonnie-Belinda, eating her 'indestructible' Kong toy. I suspected she had strong jaws, and now know she certainly has...I've never seen a dog destroy this kind of toy.

Now I'll have to follow her around every time she  is outside, to inspect for chunks of red rubber. Not a fun job, but someone's gotta do it, right?

My husband will be so glad he's out of  town on business. I just hope I have good news for him when he phones. Not exactly the sort of thing about which one says "It will all come out in the wash"! I'm just glad I got health insurance for her just last week.

PS: the veterinary hospital gave us a special dog food to bring home yesterday and it seems to have worked overnight. What isn't working today is my ability to upload any more photos other than the ones of "Sheldon" and the RCA Victor dog, shown below. Bonnie looks like a mixture of the two.

We don't have the results of her DNA test back yet, but I suspect her lineage to be something along the lines of  'Sheldon' here, and/or the RCA Victor dog:

"Sheldon" as seen recently at http://dnamydog.com/


 "His Master's Voice"

Sharing with Our World Tuesday, although it is now Wednesday. Thanks, Fi, for this wonderful meme.




Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Falling for our bonny Bonnie-Belinda

It seems I have taken to falling down at inappropriate moments (not that there are appropriate ones) and have fallen more than once, so am quite sore all over.

HOWever, most of me seems to be fine now that I've rested, so I decided to start test-driving our bonny wee Bonnie-Belinda.

Bonnie loves being in the car, and doesn't seem to mind that she's all by herself in the back seat, strapped in with her wonderful new harness. She knows I'm there, driving the car and chatting to her. So far we haven't left our own neighbourhood, but I'm thinking of a test drive into the city (Medicine Hat, Alberta, a whole lot east of Calgary).

Back to my falling, however...blogging friend Sallie (Full-time Life) did ask, so I must admit I've had two falls lately, one splat, spread out on my front-side a week or so ago, and another less dramatic one this past Saturday.
The second time, I was trying to put a harness on the dog by myself, without first seating both of us on the couch. Thought I could do it standing up and bending over.
How wrong I am.

I suddenly found myself sitting flat on the floor, legs sticking straight out in front of me and my poor aching hands on the floor, all help-I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up.
Dick was a couple of rooms away, talking on his phone, so he didn't hear my yelling right away.
Eventually, however, he arrived and hauled me ignominiously up to a standing position.
Ouch.
So, more bruises to add to those acquired the previous weekend, it seems. Sigh.

I didn't do much of anything for a couple of days after that, but today I felt up to putting the harness on Bonnie, this time sitting comfortably on the couch with her, and, yes, accepting help from my husband.
Then Bonnie and I went for a couple of little expeditions around the neighbourhood, and she was as good as gold both times, just looking around and taking in this new view of the neighbourhood where she is accustomed to walk with her daddy.

So now I'm thinking of going into Medicine Hat. We have friends there who dog-sit for us, and I want her to feel comfortable there. However, I think Dick and I just might stick to car trips this year, taking Bonnie-Belinda with us.

I'm hoping to share this with Fiona's marvellous meme Our World Tuesday.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

It's a horse, it's a cow...oh, wait...

It's neither...it's our new little dog, our bonny Bonnie-Belinda, looking for new grass in our back yard, because she thinks it is ever so yummy.

Found some here! Yummy!  





Hoping to share this with Lady Fi's wonderful meme, Our World Tuesday.
Thanks so much for being there, Fiona. Computer problems have kept me a little bit off kilter lately, and the world news isn't helping much, is it? 





























Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Bonnie-Belinda is our world Tuesday

On our way home!
It is Our World Tuesday time. Tuesdays and every other day, these days, our world is white and brown.
After the death of our beloved Golden Retriever, Lindy, last month, my husband's friend Sam, a dog-owner who lives across the lane, suggested we get another dog sooner rather than later.
Well, we had adopted Lindy from the wonderful SOS (Save Old Souls) in Medicine Hat, Alberta, so I checked their website. However, they had only one dog awaiting adoption...a large male, while we were hoping for a somewhat smaller female.
So I then looked up the SPCA website, where I saw Bonnie. I could not resist her sweet face and beautiful eyes.
At home—I can see more if
I sit on the arm of the couch!
So we were off to the SPCA, where we were introduced to her—a sweet but very shy little girl whose four puppies had been already been adopted, leaving her at the SPCA for two months. During that time, she had accepted the SPCA, with all the other dogs, cats, rabbits, and other critters, as her home. The staff and volunteers loved Bonnie, but no visitors offered her a forever home.
Until we came along.
She was brought out to meet us, crouching close to the floor, shy and uncertain, clearly more at ease with SPCA staff than with anyone else.
And at that time, we were certainly "anyone else".
We kept our visit brief, but promised we'd be back.
The next day, when we visited, it was suggested that one or both of us take her out for a walk. Off we went, with Dick walking Bonnie on a leash attached to a harness, and with me tagging along to offer suggestions (which Dick calmly ignored, as usual).
We were very grateful Bonnie was wearing a harness because that little girl could really pull, and didn't necessarily want to go where we were taking her but, still, she obviously loved going walking. The Medicine Hat SPCA is in an industrial area, which meant few pedestrians but quite a few large, noisy trucks. However, that little dog paid the trucks no heed.
A walk? You want to
go for a walk? Me, too!
It is believed she's part British Bulldog, and her legs are very short, so my favourite Bonnie-thing was watching her jump over puddles. So cute! (I wish we had a video.)
The next day, our friends Gayle and Larry came to the SPCA to meet her, because they had always cared for Lindy when we travelled overseas.
As we took Bonnie out for a walk, Gayle fell in love with her, just as I had done. Dick and Larry were pretty much willing to do whatever Gayle and I wanted.
And we wanted Bonnie.
The next day I started on the necessary paperwork, and yesterday I went to the Redcliff village office to get her dog-tag.
When she came home with us, Dick suggested we call her Bonnie-Belinda, so we'd have a remembrance of our golden girl Lindy in her name.
Now she is our bonny Bonnie-Belinda who, much to my delight, has decided she is my dog.
Before she came home, I had prepared not one, not two, but three different dog-beds in various parts of the house...and Bonnie ignored all three in favour of my bed. I'm not particularly delighted with her sleeping with me on my rather narrow bed, spreading her rather heavy self across my legs so I can't escape. "Claustrophobia city" as my brother and I would have said when we were young, and I can say it again now.
Therefore (as any dog-lover would understand) I have decided I'll buy a larger bed. There was a time when my husband would have thought me crazy to do that, but after all the wonderful years we had with Lindy, he understands that I would do or buy anything for my bonny Bonnie-Belinda.