I Survived The Winter! Added A New Family Member and Started A Weight Loss Journey


I survived the long winter, record cold temperatures, being smoked out by the wood stove and record snow fall which caused me in the end to give up completely on shovelling, much to the distress of anyone climbing our snowbank to get to our front door (what a rebel I am). And no, when I say new family member I am not talking about a new baby, but a puppy, which is reminding me very much of the toddler years with my kids. I’m getting up in the middle of the night for potty breaks and tiptoeing around a sleeping puppy so I don’t wake him while I’m trying in vain to get things done.  Meet Bosco, the boxer puppy Image

Yes, that is him, sleeping in our bed, I know, I know, we will never get rid of him and he will get much bigger! Tell that to my husband, as you can see he loves the cuddles….. I personally have developed a bit of a love/hate relationship with the puppy, picking up poop and waking in the middle of the night to paws in my neck and his hot kitty litter breath in my face. When my back is turned he sneaks over to the kitty litter and scoops out a poop to hide for later consumption, GROSS. I joke about the love/hate thing, it’s pure hate, haha, no, I love him but he’s keeping me very busy just when I’m also busy reinventing my online art presence. Here is my shiny new website. There is still lots to do with all that but it’s a darn good start!

As for my weight loss journey, well this is a whole family effort but we cut out all processed foods, sugar, dairy and red meat from our diet. It’s been a tough six weeks so far but we are surviving and finding new food favourites. Everyone has slimmed down a little and feels just so much better! 

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Crazy Dog Takes Lessons From An Even Crazier Family – An Artists Life With Six Kids


One day my husband brought home a big dog, without my permission. I saw him driving up the road towards our house, arm hanging out the window, cigar in his mouth and a big black dog in the passenger seat. Secretly I sometimes think he looks more like a redneck but that’s beside the point (and please don’t tell him I said that). I watch him pull into the driveway, with this dog and his cigar and felt one of those rare moments of hate that are inevitable in any relationship. There he was, completely white dust covered from one of his renovating jobs, cigar ashes flying as he strained to cart this dog out of the van. He looked at me; big smile covering his face then shrugged his shoulders and brought the dog in the house. I took a moment, a moment to unclench my fists and breath, just breath. Now don’t get me wrong, I love dogs, although I do admit to a slight fear of the larger ones. Again, I repeat, I do love dogs, however, we have six kids between us, two at that time that were little enough to be home during the day, with me and now, this big dog.

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The dog was a female black lab mix with a little crazy stirred in. First thing the dog did to initiate herself into our family was to chew on the legs of my antique dining set. A dining set that has been around for approximately 130 years but is falling apart under the “care” of my rough family. It managed a 130-year life until it fatefully became part of our furniture collection. So the dog, whom we named Dolly, chewed my chairs and one leg of the table; happily I might add, like they were dipped in bacon grease. This all happened fast, she dove straight for the table and started chewing before anyone could stop her. Could have been comical if not for my total distress at watching my table getting ruined. As the kids and my husband chased her around trying to stop the destruction she would move to another chair, go in for a quick bite and slip away before any hands could reach her.

She was a friendly dog, very hyperactive though which did amount to a lot of interesting scenarios. Luckily a few of our kids were old enough to take her on lots of walks. For the older girls it was more of a tug of war then a walk but still, they got the job done.

For our youngest son though, who was only three at the time, this dog, Dolly, was both a friend and an enemy. They quickly developed a very complicated love, hate relationship; you see we were not used to a big dog in the house. So when we laid out lunch for our little guy, on the coffee table with his little plastic chair pulled up, well little did we know this was the perfect height for a dog thief. Every time our son looked away, Dolly, who would act seemingly uninterested while the food was being served, would then scoot over and devour the meal in mere seconds. Around the third time this happened, our son got up, walked over to the dog that was lying on the floor pretending not to notice him and then leaned forward to lift up her ear and whisper, “Dolly, I hate you”.

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He had seemed to forgive her though, when later he brought the dog over to show us his art experiment. He had gotten into my art paints and brushes and had decorated the dog in multiple colors. What I found most amusing was the patience of this dog, our Dolly, to have sat through a painting session that was long enough for our son to change colors and cover multiple areas of her body. But he sure was proud and Dolly seemed happy enough, probably hoping in return he would just share his lunch with her.

 

I long ago decided my only defence in this family is to just paint!

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