Showing posts with label Diefenbaker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diefenbaker. Show all posts

23 Oct 2012

My Fur Baby is 3!



It's official.  I've gone off the deep end. Loco.  

I've become one of those crazy dog people - the ones who pretend that their dog is their kid, and treat them like a kid (sorry, if you are one of those people...at least we are in this together!).  

Let me attempt to explain.....

Diefenbaker goes to doggie daycare a couple of days a week.  He goes on days that nobody is home, so that he can run and play and just have all around doggie fun.  He LOVES it.  He gets so excited when we pull up that he just about knocks us all out with his tail.  At daycare they celebrate birthdays. When it's a dog's birthday, the owner often brings in treats for all the other dogs.  (yes, it seems a little in reverse to be giving the gifts on your birthday....but whatever, that's just what they do there).  For the last 2 years I have been a bad human and haven't done anything for Diefenbaker's birthday.  He often comes home with treat bags from other dogs, and the guilt finally started to get the better of me.  

Our fur baby is 3 on Friday!  How time flies....

In order for Diefenbaker to keep hanging with the cool peeps at daycare, I figured I'd better get on the train this year.  I baked up a batch of natural doggie cookies for all of the pups.  Now Diefenbaker can bask in all the attention he'll receive from his minions buds at daycare tomorrow.  


In case you are interested, I used the following recipe:
3 C flour
1 C quick oats
2 C natural peanut butter
2 Tbsp baking powder
2 C milk (I used soy milk because it's what we had. Don't worry, I googled first to make sure it was ok for dogs.).

Mix everything together and chill for a few hours.  Then roll the dough out nice and thin and cut however you'd like.  Bake at 350 for 25 minutes.  Yields 50 cookies.



Linking to: House of Hepworths


7 Sep 2012

How About A Nice Hot Bowl of Steaming Peas?

This is the story of a sad little stool.  A stool that was abandoned on the back alley 3 doors down.  A stool that I decided could come live in our garage for a while.  It was sad because it was ugly.  Ugly, stained, and stuck in the 80s.


It wanted a makeover....desperately.  It practically begged me.

So, it was carefully disassembled and its legs were given a couple coats of hammered black spray paint (leftover from our kitchen cabinet handles).


Then its ugly green corduroy cover was ripped off with authority and tossed in the garbage bin.


It was time for a new cover.  But what would that be?  A vintage dry green pea sack ordered off Etsy of course!  If you follow me on Facebook, you saw how Diefenbaker was also quite fond of the pea sack.


Who wouldn't want a steaming hot bowl of peas from Little Red Riding Hood.  The little stool would!

Diefenbaker was sad to see his pea sack being cut up.  He had to look away.


After a little stretching and stapling (and some corner fanangling) everything was in place.



The last thing this little stood needed was his legs back.


And then his makeover was complete.


He was happy to no longer be in the back alley, and to instead sit in a freshly organized mud room.



And to provide a perfect perch for the Princess of the house.



Ok, in all seriousness....is that not the funniest look ever. That kid totally cracks me up!

We needed a stool that Fin could sit on while we put her shoes on, and this one fit the bill perfectly.  Even better that it was free.  The only cost was the sack, which I ordered off of Etsy for $14.25 including shipping.  A little bit of a splurge...but I couldn't pass up the lady and her peas.

Linking to: DIY Project Parade, Savvy Southern Style, Southern Hospitality

29 Aug 2012

D is For a Dog Named Diefenbaker

This post goes to the dogs.  The kind that jump into our bed at night when it's thundering outside and lick us when we come home, and the kind that just sit there and look pretty.  

In  one of my weekly visits to the Salvation Army I ran into this guy.


He's cute, right? His head comes off and he's a cookie jar. For $4.99 I couldn't pass him up.  

I liked him as he was, but the red wasn't really jiving with what I had in mind for the kitchen.  So....out came the spray paint (surprise...surprise).  He received a couple coats of sunny yellow spray paint and now he looks like a whole new dog.


He's still clearly a dog wearing a scarf, but is just a little more modern....a little glammed maybe? Plus, I couldn't handle those little black and white puppy dog eyes staring at me.

As all good dogs do, this dog needed a purpose in life.  His purpose became to hold Diefenbaker's Milk Bones.  And since it wasn't obvious that he contains a stash of Milk Bones, I made a little sign to reveal the secret.


His new home is on one of the new end tables (which I still have to tell you all about).  He likes keeping our cookbooks warm.


The real dog in our house obviously didn't need the sign to know where the Milk Bones were hidden.


He even sat and waited patiently for one.


Until I couldn't handle his cuteness any longer and gave in.


Sorry for the atomic looking hand....the lighting was not good when he started demanding Milk Bones.

After much messy eating he started to get thirsty.


The giant D above his bowls is also a new addition to the kitchen.  I figured he needed a clearly defined eating space.  Since kibble is still our enemy #1, we often have his bowls hidden in the closet when he's not eating.  Maybe by putting the giant D up, Fin will respect Diefenbaker's space?  A girl can wish.... 

Notice the kibble on the floor? He is the messiest eater (and drinking is even worse!).  I also thinks he spits some of his food out just to taunt Fin.  Kids and kibble - I seriously don't get the attraction.....

The picture below is really just for you to see how big he is.  We get comments all the time that he must be able to eat off the counter.  


You can see here that clearly he has no problem reaching the counter.  Thankfully he just sticks to eating the stray food that Fin throws him from her high chair.

We are just about there with the kitchen! Just a few more small projects to finish up over the next couple of weeks. My goal is to have it done before the snow flies.  That should give me until mid-October at least....



5 Apr 2012

A Dog & His Bed: A Love Story

Our dog Diefenbaker has the best human Grandma around.  Dief's usually a bit of a grumpy old man and growls at everyone walking by, but when he sees my Mom pull up his tail starts flapping (usually knocking over numerous items) and he starts drooling - he just can't contain his excitement.  In his eyes, she is is his bestie. 

Dief is also a bed destroyer. He paws at his beds to get the stuffing just right and in the process usually rips holes in his bed. We've been through quite a few beds in his time.  There are two problems with beds for Great Danes:
1. They are stupid expensive (usually over $100 expensive)
2. They are all ugly.  I refuse to have an ugly bed in our (almost) redecorated living room.

I had some fabric left over from a project that we ended up scraping, and my Mom was kind enough to make a bed for Dief with it. When he came home from doggy daycare (don't judge) the other day his bed was waiting for him.  

Initially he was a little scared of it (as he is of most things).....


Then he grew a bit braver....


And then he just gave into the fluffiness that was calling his name.....


He's pretty much been like this now for 4 days straight. He gets up to eat and poop and then he goes right back on his bed. He's a dog in love....with his bed and his grandma.

My Mom was kind enough to write out her instructions so that you can make one too...

XL Dog Bed Instructions


About 1 hour to measure, cut and sew.  Fight with threading the serger for an hour as well!

Cut 1 piece of fabric 52 x 40 (A), cut 2 pieces 40 x 37 (B & C), keeping the pattern going the same direction.

Layout out (A) with pattern side up.  Layout (B) with pattern side down.  Fold the short side of (B) back over itself 12 inches. Layout (C) pattern side down.



Place (B) on top of (A) aligning the 40 sides. The fold should now be on the half way mark of (A).




Keeping (C) face down, place it on top of (A) and (B), covering the exposed pattern.


*sorry folks, that box to the right should say 'A is underneath' - somehow the 'underneath' disappeared when I transferred it into Blogger.

Serge or sew the two 52 sides together and one end of the 40 side.  Turn everything right side out and sew the last 40 side on the right side.  Fold over 1 and again 1, towards the back, and top stitch the edge.  Top stitch the other 40 side so they match.

It will look like a pillow sham. 


Insert 4 regular pillows and your dog will be in doggie heaven.








10 Mar 2012

The kibble death trap


Clearly the big wigs who make dog kibble do not have a baby crawling around their house.  Dog food has become my new enemy #1. When Fin is crawling around on the floor I turn into a crazy woman who is only out to spot dog food, and let me tell you, I am getting pretty damn good at spotting it!  To be fair, I have a giant dog so his food is also huge.  They are perfect little round pieces that seem to me to be the exact size of an 8 month old's trachea.
The deadly kibble
My daughter has radar for a couple of things.  One radar has to do with us going to bed (she knows exactly when you lay your head down and then starts crying) and the other is zoned in on dog food. There must be something about the smell (blech) or the taste (as she has managed to lick a few - double blech) that just draws her right to it.  Diefenbaker (the lovely dog) also has jowls the size of Texas.  He eats and eats and eats and then goes right into the middle of the kitchen and shakes.  Uneaten kibble flies out of his jowls.  This is the worst type of kibble because not only does it fly right towards Fin, but it is also covered in dog drool so it's nice and sticky.  It sticks in her hair (of which she has barely any), it sticks to her clothes, it sticks to the underside of her blanket so I can't find it, and sometimes it even boomerangs back and sticks to the dog.  Diefenbaker has an obsession with shaking.  He is like a self conscious 14 year old girl - if you touch his hair he needs to react immediately to smooth it back out (i.e. shake his ears and jowls wildly to get them back into place).  Since Fin has arrived the shaking has increased 10 fold. I swear sometimes it's because he is trying to secretly kill her with kibble.  It really doesn't help that our dog food bowls are about 2 feet off the ground, and Fin is completely obsessed with climbing things now and lifting herself up (be it food bowls or the dog himself - he is her Mt. Everest that must be conquered). She lies underneath of them and plots how she can pull herself up and reach her hand in for a big fist full of kibble without making a sound and before I turn around. So far she hasn't been successful.

The lovely Great Dane bowls
I will admit that I have thought of smashing up the kibble, food processing it and soaking it in water before feeding it to Diefenbaker so that it's mushy.  In the end though none of that seems fair to the dog and I guess we all just need to learn to live with it. 





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