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Things that don’t mix well: one tennis ball, two people (me and Niko), and three dogs (Frasier, Jupiter and Percy). You’d think that swimming in the lake and sitting on the dock on a sunny day at my parents’ cottage would be a recipe for fun, and for the most part it was. Niko had his first ever dip into a lake and although it was still a touch cold and I only went in to my knees, he seemed to do relatively well with the whole experience. It must be all the swimming lessons he took this past winter.

Anyway, we were alone at the cottage, waiting for my parents to get there. Lena‘s Grandparents have a cottage next to us and they were up, but when we headed to the dock there was not a soul in site, not even a furry one, well, except for Frasier. Anyway, after our swim Niko and I lay out a towel and just sat around for all of about thirty seconds. Basically we were like a magnet for the two other pooches that belong to Lena’s grandparents. One of the doggies came with a ball and all of sudden Niko and I were surrounded by three big dogs. The ball was dropped and proceeded to bounce about a foot from where we were sitting. This proved to be too much temptation for the three furry beasts and they all scrambled to get their teeth on the tennis ball, which also prompted a bout of snarling, growling, snapping, baring of teeth and even got Little Niko knocked over on his back.

Now in general, Frasier loves dogs. But seeing as he’s a timid pooch and depending on the personalities of the other dogs he encounters, he can end up being cowed. In most cases I do what I can to protect him, but in this case, when we were confined by the limited space of the dock, and Niko was knocked down I had to focus my attention solely on my baby, and couldn’t put an ounce of help out there for my pooch. So with my maternal instincts in full swing, I planted my feet firmly in a wide stance, bent over, hip checked the snarling dogs out of the way, swooped up my baby and got the heck out of there. Leaving the three furry guys to fend for themselves, which in the end worked out just fine. Although, Frasier’s confidence did seem a bit damaged, but I’m sure he’ll get over it.

PS – Niko was just fine too.

Note: I will add an actual picture of the weekend, once I find my camera cable, which is still MIA since the move.

Update (July 6): I found my camera cable. 🙂 The pic below is post dock trauma and as you can see the Little Man seems to have recovered quite well and is enjoying the company of Gramma and Grandad.

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One good thing about snow is that it can cover things up. Freshly fallen snow for example is like a white blanket, instantly covering the unsightly messes strewn about on city sidewalks, in parking lots, etc. Now that the snow has melted, I can clearly see the state of the parking lot behind my house, and quite literally, all the crap that used to be so conveniently hidden. I use this parking lot everyday: it leads to the park where I walk my dog and my baby.

The current state of this lot is disastrous. Why don’t people pick up after their dogs!? I mean come on! It’s part of the responsibility, and otherwise creates a nasty reality for those of us who are left to tiptoe among the feces. It’s disgusting! If you’re going to have a dog, pick up! It can’t be the price that’s throwing people off: I buy 48 bags at Dollarama for 1$ (and they’re vanilla scented to boot). So what is it then? Laziness. A lack of respect for the community. Thoughtlessness. Selfishness. Idiocy. The list could go on and on…

OK, so it’s disgusting, but (strange as this may sound) I sort of got used to seeing it, seeing as I walk there everyday. Although, fingers crossed that sooner than later the city will swing down and give the lot a good hosing. Until then, I have come to somewhat temporarily accept the filth. I mean, beyond picking it up myself, what other choice do I have? But now, broken glass has started to appear. And not just a little bit (which would be bad in itself), but tonnes of broken bottles. The other day I counted six smashed up bottles, just within my field of vision. So now, not only are we tiptoeing among the dog poop, but also shards of glass. I mean seriously people, if you have a dog, why would you want to break glass where they walk (or unfortunately in some cases poop)? Deplorable really. Just deplorable.

The other day, one of my friends from the dog park even brought her own broom out and started sweeping up the lot so that her dog wouldn’t cut his feet. But, there is no way she could sweep it up all on her own; there is just too much. Good on her for trying though, and having some sense of civic duty. And today, like the icing on the cake, there was something else littering the lot. I wasn’t quite sure what it was: it looked like styrofoam, but there were wires coming out of it. As I got closer I rolled one of the chunks over with my foot, only to see it was a chunk of some statue’s head, whose unfortunate fate had landed him smashed up in this ever growing mess of a parking lot. “Oh dear statue, what were you before you came to this unfortunate end?” What a fate. What a demise…

Is this the environment where I want Niko to grow up? No. Is this area ideal for my dog’s paws? No. I think it might be time to move.


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