The drive and the puppy

The other day we had the pleasure of driving our daughter back to university. This is not a particularly fun drive because of the length but it is beautiful, especially when you are on the other side of Montreal, in the Eastern Townships. One of the fun things about the drive, is the lack of working electronic devices. Sure I can still receive text messages but I have no internet, thus no Twitter, no Google+, no Facebook, and no e-mail. What do we do? On the way there, we had another friend with us, who we were dropping off in Kingston, so there was loads of conversation. We also had my daughter’s (middle child) new puppy with us, so it was a must that we stopped every two hours for pee breaks.

When we arrived in Kingston, middle child and I went for our own washroom breaks in our friends apartment. My husband stayed outside with the puppy. Now he hasn’t been impressed that middle child got herself a dog especially since we are her financiers while she attends university. This was about to change. The puppy is a chick magnet! It seems that while we were upstairs relieving ourselves, hubby and the new puppy were socializing with many a lovely lady who happened to walk by, we found him with one of them. His attitude about the puppy is slowly changing and he is now thinking that we should get another dog, for our dog, he says. At the next stop, again hubby stays with puppy while middle child and I go into the rest station. This time, however there are no lovely ladies, just male truck drivers stopping by and admiring the puppy. Hubby appears to be okay with this, he is warming to the dog, who just happens to be very adorable.

Middle child with Cocoa and Bear (puppy)

How three fish bring happiness to one.

As I spoke about in an earlier blog post, middle child suffers from depression. When she is home, she has the luxury of spending oodles of time with our beagle Cocoa, the two are quite inseparable. It became so bad, that I accused her of stealing my pet since he was no longer sleeping beside my bed, but in her bed.  So when she went back to University, she was naturally upset that Cocoa would not be going with her. Thus, another solution had to be found.  Dogs aren’t allowed in her building, so that idea was out, and she is allergic to cats, so again another no. In comes the idea of fish, easy to raise, you can have them in a bowl, feed occasionally (so if you forget, no big deal), plus goldfish are abundant and cheap.

Our daughter is now the proud owner of ‘Ketchup, Mustard, and Relish’. She has had the fish for two days and has phoned her father numerous times for advice. First about cleaning, then feeding, then ‘they look like they are going to jump out of the bowl, dad.’ Either way, Ketchup, Mustard, and Relish have brought my daughter happiness, until of course, one dies.

Constance's fish and fish bowl