Gone Doggy Gone

It was just a routine evening walk. We were finishing up and the rain was getting heavier. The small amount of day light that was left was steadily fading. I thought that the walk was over. I was tying up the poop bag and before I knew it, both leashes were yanked away from me. I only saw the shadows but I knew that there were deer and that they were running. The dogs were gone. I screamed in shock and began to run. Everything is darker in the woods. I had to focus to find the direction that they had gone. I found Simba first because his leash was snagged and he would never risk hurting himself. He just stared at me and wanted to find his brother. Huskies are insanely fast and pigheaded. I didn't know how I was going to find him so I had to let Simba help me. We ran together. I screamed for Buddha while he sniffed. We went deeper and deeper into the woods. My biggest fear was that Buddha would run into the road. As I reached the outskirt of the road I saw two deer looking back at me. They were heading towards the road and I flipped out. I thought that all was lost at that point. But Simba and I continued to run and the dirt quickly became mud. I fell. Hard.  I don't know how I didn't gouge my eye out with a stick. We kept moving because if anything ever happened to Buddha I would never be able to forgive myself. How long had passed? I do not know. All I know is that the darkness had come. I was running on adrenaline and sheer panic. This might sound insane to some people but these dogs are my family and with all that has happened in the last few weeks, I can't and I won't give up on my family. You fight for the ones that you love and you will find them no matter what the consequences. After falling a second time, I kept screaming and was soaked to the bone. Finally, something cleared up for a moment. I saw a bushy white tail and I used my kindest voice to convince him to come to me. It was indeed my Buddha bear. He came running to me as if nothing had happened at all. 

The rest is history but below you will see what happened to his leash. He must have gotten stuck somewhere and because he wanted to get away so badly, he destroyed the leash. Simba's leash is still intact but I will never use a retractable again. 

I'm just lucky that nothing happened to my baby. 

Transition

Change is never easy. I think that for some people it comes more naturally but I am not one that readily takes change and runs with it. I have noticed this trait in one of my dogs. Simba doesn't like new places or things when he has become accustomed to a certain way of living. His stomach gets upset and he often has diarrhea . There's not much I can do to comfort him. At night, he will whimper and pant because he is anxious. I know that he is nervous and uncomfortable because I know his mannerisms all too well. He is a very sensitive guy. When I cry or am in distress he will immediately come and paw at my arm and smell my face. He always knows when something is wrong. I know how annoying it is to be so sensitive since I face this issue every day. I can only imagine how it looks and feels to a dog.

I wish that Simba and I were more like Buddha (very accurately named). He rolls with the punches and makes himself comfortable wherever he is. He is sensitive in that he does not like being yelled at but he adjusts to his situation. I've seen him freak out when he is in a crate but other than that his mind is simply free. He is a happy go lucky kind of guy and I really wish that I had the same mentality. For now, I have to live with who I am and who Simba is without worrying myself to death. Simba is a sensitive, stubborn Shiba Inu and that is simply the way of it!

Homemade Yum Yums!

I decided to make dog treats for the boys. I tried this one time before with pumpkin but it did not turn out too good. These treats include sweet potato, oatmeal, flour and one egg. I don't really bake or cook or do anything in this way because I always end up making a mistake and ruining the food. This time around, I mixed all the ingredients but forgot one important thing...I don't own a rolling pin. Yikes. So I mixed all the ingredients together and then I had a flour disaster. When I was mixing everything together, the flour went flying out of the bowl. Eventually, I rolled the ingredients in an unconventional way and tried to use a cookie cutter to make the treats pretty. Yea...that did NOT work. The treats were just way too sticky and could not form a shape. It took forty minutes for them to bake and even though they are not nice looking...the dogs LOVE them!! I had to make them both sit and wait but they totally enjoyed every morsel and I can't wait to make more. Except this time I will have a rolling pin and figure out why the paste was so sticky!