Some holidays land on a different day of the week each year, like Christmas or Canada Day, and every seven-ish years (depends on that funny human thing called a leap year) on Fur-iday. A bunch of others are specific to a day of the week, like Thanksgiving (in Canada) on a Monday or Labour Day, also on a Monday. There’s no chance any of these will ever fall on Fur-iday. Only one lands reliably on a Fur-iday every single year and that is today, Good Fur-iday!
Since Good Fur-iday is part of the Easter holiday, we at the Fur-iday Files thought we’d send out a greeting and good wishes to all of you celebrating. This year, like last, it won’t be a time of big gatherings and community Easter egg hunts due to the pandemic, but I hope you’ll find a way to connect with those near and dear. And, if you can’t do that, eat chocolate, plenty of chocolate. I hear it helps. We dogs, cats, and horses aren’t supposed to eat chocolate but will put in a request for some species-appropriate snacks.
We’ll be spending part of the Easter holiday with friends G, S & R, a little home-on-the-farm day camping. I’ll tell you all about it next week and fill you in on what else has been happening in my world.
Until then, from me and Storm and Hank, and the rest of the four-leggeds here at Almosta Ranch…
It was day camping time for the adventuresome six yesterday and we were down at Little Bow Provincial Park just east of Champion, Alberta. I had this terrific idea to present the Fur-iday Files “live on location” from the park—great idea, right?—but then there was no internet service.
So … instead … I did this …
And, this morning, I’m feeling inclined to do this …
So, I’ll be back next Fur-iday, with the tale of our third installment of winter 20/21 day camping.
PS: In case anyone is concerned about the proximity of the humans in my banner image, this photo was taken pre-pandemic on an outing to Rosebud.
I’ve been a solo dog for coming on two years now. We’ve had friends come to visit with their dogs, we’ve camped with friends and their dog, but I haven’t lived with another dog, had to share the space and attention that has become mine (all mine).
Last week, while our friend G went for surgery, Ria came to stay with us to lighten the load a little for S who was holding down the fort and offering moral support for the poor guy stuck in hospital. I’ve never been to a hospital, but I hear it is just not a friendly place for people who are accustomed to peace and solitude.
Ria and I have hung out on many occasions, at their place, at our place, on camping trips and walks, and I even stayed with them while T and Nollind were in Toronto in March, but having another canine in my home for a number of days is a very different thing. I had to share what is mine (all mine).
Before this visit, T and Nollind would have told you that I’m not great at sharing, that I can get pushy and needy, and it’s possible that’s true, or was true. But having a dog around that doesn’t require all the extra attention, special food, and treats (laced with medication of course) that Logan did, is quite a different deal.
On top of that, Ria is a great houseguest. She often prefers to lie on the floor, so I didn’t have to share my beds or the couch; she loves toys and gave Logan’s old ones a workout, which didn’t bother me a bit because they don’t interest me; and she loves to chase gophers, and it’s been a long time since I had a hunting buddy.
The only beef I had all week was that she seemed to get more food than I did, but then I eat fast so it was tough to know for sure. On the couple of occasions when she did finish before me, or when my bone seemed to last longer than hers, she was very polite, staring at me from an acceptable distance, and not making any attempts to take what was mine (all mine). She did hover a little closely when she finished her DQ pup cup before I did, but, hey, it was ice cream!
After Ria went home, I was a little concerned that the peeps might miss the presence of a second dog and start talking about adopting, since I’d totally rocked the sharing thing, but—whew—nothing of the sort. They liked having Ria around, but are still enjoying the simplicity of life with a single dog … me.
This means the food, the attention, the beds, the brushing time, and the treats, will continue to be mine (all mine).