Fresh Air

There’s something amazing about Canada. I lived in, what I would consider, a fairly clean small city in the US for over a decade. We had plenty of farms and green space outside out of city’s center. While it has its fair share of rush hour, there are plenty of green spaces to unplug and get back to your roots. I was born and raised by the coast, growing up with my toes in the sand with waves crashing by.

Neither hold a candle to Canada.

I haven’t explored as much as I’d like to, but I’ve found myself spending a little more time outdoors here. From my first visit to Canada in BC to simply parks around town in here in SK. The best I can describe is it just smells different here. It feels clean. It feels different.

I find myself spending more time with the great outdoors here. Be it meeting with friends for a barbeque or taking the kids on park-sided adventures or simply walking the dog. It’s nice. It’s relaxing. Unplugging and being in nature has been a fantastic stress relief too.

Where’s your favorite place outdoors?

New Friends

I’ve slacked on my blog. My new job is sucking the life out of me. (More on that later.)

But at my new job, I’ve made an unexpected friend. We’d seen each other in passing and exchanged a couple of hellos here and there. I found that she was here from Europe so I asked about her immigration process. Turned out that we applied around the same time and through the same avenues. Ahah! Common ground!

Making friends as an adult is difficult. We are stuck in a society where social media is more important than actual interaction. We’re more concerned by what we portray online than our real relationships with others. Naturally I was a little nervous.

A couple of lunches together, and we’ve hit it off. Granted, there are differences between us having lived in different parts of the world, but we’re both kind hearted nerds who hate our jobs. Both are gamers, thinks quite a bit alike, both are dog people, and we have some similar hobbies.

I shared a story about how when I get upset my husband just hands me our dog. Later in the afternoon, after getting upset about some drama at work, my new friend pulls out her phone, thumbs to a photo of her dog, and hands it to me. I laughed so hard I nearly cried. I felt special. I keep up with my two best friends via social media, texting, the occasional card, etc, but sometimes nothing beats just some face to face interaction. (Even as an introvert.)

Totally looking forward to tomorrow’s “double date,” as my husband and I meet up with her and her wife, all kids and dogs in tow. Going for a stroll in the park and letting the kids & dogs run around like crazy while having some adult time is going to be great. Here’s to hoping the weather holds out!

We Don’t Deserve Dogs

Today, a previous coworker of mine announced a heartbreaking tragedy. Her dog of 9 years passed away. They had been working with a vet to treat her for back pain, but turned out that she had cancer. Tears streamed down my face and into my coffee as I wept over the loss of a dog I hadn’t even met before.

My own dog jumped into my lap and licked my nose.

Alas, I should probably write an ode to Hannah, but I didn’t know her. I did, however, know her love. Because the love of a dog is like no other.

We don’t deserve dogs.

There are no words for how much I love my dog, Jack. He’s somewhere around 5 years old right now, and with any luck, I’ll won’t have to say goodbye for a decade. You see, this dog has literally saved my life.

“Do you want a dog?” I really didn’t at the time. I was close to graduating from college, life was a bit wishy-washy, and I felt like garbage all the time. But, out of pity, I asked if I could do a trial run to see if he would have been a good fit for my lifestyle. The moment Jack entered my arms, I knew I wasn’t going to let him go.

He smelled. Bad. His bath water was black by the time I was done washing him. He was barely 6 pounds and at over a year old, he still had baby teeth that had to be surgically removed. To say he was skittish was an understatement.

Jack and I took some puppy training classes together in order to get him to trust me. I got him into a vet to fix his teeth, remove a deformed dewclaw, and put some meat on his bones. Within a few weeks, I became this dog’s person.

Little did I know that his nose knows. I had a diabetic episode in the middle of the night. Jack did everything he could to alert me, despite being terrified of EVERYTHING. And thus a service dog was born. We expanded our obedience training into scent training as well. I applied what I knew from cadaver dog training and EMS into Jack. He became my new glucometer!

As years passed, Jack became my best friend and became my travel companion too. My husband was the first person he felt comfortable around aside from me, which in a way, helped seal our fates. Jack even moved to Canada with me. ❤️ And he extended his love to my husband’s kids too, becoming the greatest early morning babysitter in the world, spinning in circle chasing his tail endlessly, to make our youngest giggle.

So Hannah, rear easy dear girl. Though I didn’t know you, I’m glad to know that you’re no longer suffering. I’ll miss seeing your sweet face on social media. Thanks for reminder to show my dog a little extra love.