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Hi Everyone!

Glacias is still missing. Please take a moment to read this information, and pass it along to your friends. To all my fabulous dog blogging buddies- if you could post something to your blog, it would be greatly appreciated. The quicker we spread this information, the faster we can get this pooch home to her family!!

Glacias Update: Have received numerous reports of Glacias sightings on the side of both Merivale and Prince of Wales in between Huntclub and Fallowfield. She was also seen traversing the driveway in between the two roads on Black Rapids farm. However, despite an evening spent calling her and searching the farm and surrounding fields we've still failed to locate our wayward girl. Please, if you or anyone you know drives in this area keep your eyes peeled and call us immediately! 613-552-1873 or 613-355-5764. We are getting closer, but we need more eyes!
 
lOST DOG

Please help find Glacias, our 4 year old, female, German Shepherd /Husky/Saluki mix. Glacias is black and tan with distinctive tan eyebrows and markings on her face, chest and legs. She has been spayed, and weighs approximately 60 lbs. She is microchipped and wears a blue collar with a bone shaped tag with her name and our contact info.

Glacias ran away from doggy daycare at 21 Capital Drive in the Merivale/Huntclub area July 18th at 2:30pm.

She is very sweet natured but may be timid and run away if you approach her.

Please contact: 613-552-1873 or 613-355-5764 with any information!

 
I literally have three drafts saved for blog posts. For some reason, the second I’ve finished one, something else with these furry butts happens. I’ve opted to try and round it alllll up into one big post.

Rizzo has been staying with us for the past two weeks while my brother is in lovely London for a wedding. Rizzo and I have had a weird relationship…..mostly because you can never really know if she’s going to lick your face, or bite it off. She’s just not a cuddly dog, which is perfectly fine. We all know what to do with those dogs- you give them their space and in time, they will approach you if they want to. Well, until they have no choice. I have a theory that Rizzo thinks her owners gave her up (she’s never been this long without them), and has come to the conclusion that she must open herself up to these two new people and that annoying little black dog that follows her around at the cottage. I was SHOCKED when Rizzo crept right up to me and cuddled in for some lovin’. Turns out, she’s a huuuugggeee suck. All she wants to be around humans, which we figured out VERY quickly based on how closely she stands near her ‘people’. I was fully anticipating Rizzo to pee everywhere, chew things up and be a pain in my you know what. But she was the complete opposite. She was this sweet, well mannered dog who never left the bed during the night. We even let her have ‘full rein’ of the house during the night, and woke up to everything being exactly how we left them. The only downside to Rizzo living with us is the incredible amounts of dog hair she loses on a daily basis. At times I felt like I was living in this weird, dog inspired Western, with tumble weeds consisting of purely dog hair go rolling on by. I’m feeling the need to go and purchase some cowboy boots…….hmmm…..

The dogs get along REALLY well, and Rizzo has ignited some sort of fire inside of Bailey. They.Are.Wired.Every.Moment.Of.The.Day. Thank GOODNESS we now have a backyard where they can have the zoomies till the cows come home. And then, they can run around the cows.

Last night, Scott went to change our cat litter. To all the cat owners out there, I’m curious as to whether your pet does this. When we go to change the cat litter, they both suddenly realize that, not only do they have to pee, but they have to pee RIGHT NOW. So while I’m running to the garage to dispose of the heavy, pooped filled bag, my cats are in the cat box, sans litter, peeing. So yesterday, when Scott went to throw out the litter, we weren’t surprised to see pee in the box. Unfortunately, unlike other times, the pee found was red. That’s right. It was FULL of blood.

I spent the better part of the next few minutes running around whipping my cats butts hoping to figure out which one it was. After a much closer than I care to admit inspection, I found out it was Zoe. We had cleaned up the pee before thinking about bringing it in as a sample, which meant I had to somehow get my hands on another one.

We all know we’re willing to go to any extreme to help out pet. If I have to move the cat litter into my room, beside my bed with a cup at the ready to catch my cat’s pee, then that’s what I will do. Of course, I woke up at the slightest sound that could be interpreted at cat litter being brushed aside. Turns out, Rascal thinks it’s HILARIOUS to go into the cat litter and roll around. In his own poop. Which, by the way, is disgusting. But I can’t focus on his weird, middle of the night habits now! In the end, Zoe didn’t pee at all during the night. When she finally got into the cat box, nothing came out. I slept beside the box (YES, I know how gross this is) hoping I’d catch her peeing, but she wasn’t able to with any success.

We’ve got a vet appointment to get this sorted out. I’m fairly confident it’s a Urinary Tract Infection. But hey, an infection is an infection and should be taken seriously. But you know what shouldn’t be taken seriously? A cat rolling around in his cat litter. That’s like you splashing around in a toilet. I mean…honestly!

 
I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Out of the three animals in my house, I am without a doubt the most beautiful. I am also the most well behaved. Unlike that dog who continues to poop in public (utterly disgusting), I choose to release my droppings into this sweet little box inside the guest room. And unlike the other cat, I opt to not vocalize every single emotion through a loud, ear shattering meow.

I have added some pictures of myself. Yes, you're welcome.
It can be difficult, being so beautiful and well mannered. I often find myself passed out from sheer exhaustion. Sometimes, in my weaker moments, you can find me sprawled out on the hardwood floors, entirely drained from my difficult life. My days are packed with daily routines. My humans, those lovely people, would be lost without me splashing water on the bathroom mirror, gingerly trotting along the kitchen counter and politely demanding for treats. I know it’s the highlight of their day, and the least I can do is upkeep these things. I mean, after all, we’re roommates.

I’m told I’m a tuxedo cat, which makes perfect sense. I have always felt rather fancy, and somewhat of a higher class that the dog and Rascal. I go to great lengths to keep my coat shinny and soft- you never know when Hollywood may call. One must always keep their appearances a high priority. And besides, someone has to represent the household. You cannot expect the dog to do it!

It is an honor to be considered a part of my social circle. This is why I like to refer to my elite club as those I choose to grace with my presence. I have always maintained a maximum of three humans, and on occasion allow Rascal to entertain me. If you’re hoping to spend time with me, please have your people call my people. I’m a very busy lady.

My green eyes are beyond beautiful, and really do add to my overall look of irresistibility. When you see me, you will want to glide your hands across my velvet ears, while whispering “What a beautiful kitty” in my face. Please remember, this beauty is a burden. Simply sitting on the highest point of the couch, looking as beautiful as possible can take hours of stamina, which I must simply follow with a four hour nap. Please commit to memory what it takes to look this fabulous. Remember, with great beauty comes great responsibility.

Well I must jet. This has been lovely, finally catching up with all you divinely wonderful people. Do keep in touch!

Tata!

Zoe xoxo
 
Yay for Canada. And yay for long weekends!
Last weekend was officially the last calm one before our wedding. Naturally, we took every opportunity to be lazy and relax on the dock with a caesar in hand. Best part? Fireworks!
I love me some fireworks!
Anyhow, here's a few shots of the dogs enjoying the summer breeze and refreshing water. Rizzo has been our house guest for the past week while the brother is in London- but more on that later ;)

We hope you guys had a chance to relax on the long weekend. How many more days until the next one?

Sheesh. What a bunch of slackers!