Monthly Archives: September 2006

Root root root

PeterWe knew this day was in our future and it is here.

The massive silver maple in front of the house has almost entirely blocked the sewage pipe of our house, right at the Y-joint with the neighbours. (That’s private property, by the way. After the Y it becomes city property.) Meaning that we are going to have to get our front sidewalk dug up, and the plumbing replaced. Fortunately there are some city grants and such, but we’ll have to see how that goes. For now, there’s the negotiations with next door, and there’s gonna be a big hole in front of our house. Soon.

Subversive ads

Laura A few months back the marketing gurus of GM came up with the idea of having internet users put together their own ads for one of their big SUVs. “Leveraging Web 2.0” and other trendoid-speak is probably how they convinced the suits to go for it. Viewers would take the provided music and video clips and put them together in a Flash file, along with some (hopefully) catchy text copy.

However, I wonder whether or not they predicted some of the interesting results.

Crappy Birthday

PeterPoor Jon. In keeping with the constant pain and challenges that have marked his first ten years, his birthday was underwhelming, thanks to last Friday’s dental appointment. His tongue and lips are still swollen, and we’re pretty sure he had a cold as well, so it’s been too painful to swallow. But since he’s barely been eating, we had him checked out by his regular pediatric dentist today. She was relieved to tell us that he’s past the worst of it. Late this afternoon, he’s starting to swallow, both saliva and the occasional snack, bit of dinner and a quarter of the massive peanut butter cup mailed to Jon by Midori, Tamiko, Eduardo and Tamo.

We’re taking him out for a nice birthday dinner and proper presents when he’s recovered.

“Operation Composure”

Laura If you haven’t noticed, since May we’ve seeded this blog—well, maybe once or twice—with hints and codewords about something we’ve been planning for a while. Since the thing in question didn’t even exist yet (and wouldn’t for at least another three months) we thought it would be pretty silly to do a post about it; however, I think pretty much everyone knows our plans by now (especially after blabbing all about it to guests at our weekend party), so what’s the use in hiding it?

We’re getting a dog!

“Why a dog?” you ask. One: to get us—nay, force us—out of the house every day. Sitting at the computer all the time makes it very easy to have days where we don’t even leave the house. This is bad. Two: to give Jon an ersatz “sibling”. For a while now, but definitely since his operation in July the centre of the universe has coalesced around Master Jonathan, which is not necessarily a healthy situation. We’d like to redistribute the attention a bit. Three: we felt we needed a bit more chaos in our lives. Either that or I’ve decided I don’t like to wear black anymore. Take your pick. 😛

The breed is a miniature Australian Shepherd (AKA mini Aussie). They look just like regular Aussies, but are less than 17 inches at the shoulders (which is a fair bit smaller than the Aussies’ 18 to 23 inches) and about half the weight. They are intelligent herding dogs, and look a little like thickset border collies, but don’t have the border collies’ type-A intensity. One of the best descriptions of Aussies I’ve heard is that they’re like “border collies with an OFF switch”.

We’ve been in talks with the breeder since May. The reason we’ve been waiting so long is because there’s one particular breeding pair who are calm and mellow and who have already produced mellow pups (more mellow than most aussies, anyway). Oh goody! Pretty straightforward. Until this weekend when the breeder threw us a curveball.

She felt that one of her young (8 months old) dogs was no longer suitable for her breeding program. There’s nothing wrong with him, but she discovered some fear issues in his bloodline that she felt could pop up in any potential puppies of his, and she didn’t want to risk it. She’s sad about this, since the dog himself is a real lovebug. Another problem for the breeder is that he climbs over her 4-foot fences with aplomb—not to escape, but to simply go around the house to be where the people are!

The last few times we’ve visited, this dog has been one of her “ambassador puppies”: relatively calm and quiet, and definitely very gentle with Jon. Big plus in our books. We’ve been cogitating ever since her Friday email, and even more since our visit yesterday.

And, oh yeah, to add to the fun, the mom of the litter we are considering is in heat a month early….

Getting a young puppy
Pros:
Bond with them from newborn beginning (breeder posts pics of pups from their first day!)
Start behavioural training early; easier to mold them to what you want
Puppies are soooo cute!
Cons:
Puppies can drive you crazy!!
Housetraining
Chewing and biting
You don’t always know what temperment you’ll end up with (personalities can change)

Adopting older dog
Pros:
No surprises in size, looks or temperment
Housetraining and crate training already done (Apparently housetraining isn’t totally complete. Ugh.)
We can have a trial period and take him back if it doesn’t work out
Cons:
Miss cute puppy stage
Not much other training has been done, so we’d be training an older dog—we’re not sure what has been ingrained already or not

Jon with crazy puppy
Here’s a cutie with Jon when we last visited the breeder. Note the puppy’s expression. Note that this was on the hottest day of the year (humidex 47°C). This is NOT the energy level we’re looking for.
Laura with older dog
Here’s the older dog we’re thinking of. That’s about as big as he gets!

Vote on what we should do! (Results, needless to say, are not binding.)

Brutal

PeterSecond of two scheduled appointments at Sick Kids this week: Jon’s filling. It started here, but today was the big day.

It was awful. The young Sick Kids team did their best, but Jon turned into a beast. I was holding down all four limbs, and the dentist had him in a semi-headlock as they needled, put in the rubber dam, drilled and filled. A TV played in the background with a favourite program: nothing doing. It wasn’t even his tantrumy screams—it was a lord-of-the-flies growl, loud and mean—as he thrashed and fought. He was a creature bent entirely on survival.

We try to put a brave face on it, joking around and trying to keep things light, but every time I’ve had to hold Jon down for one of these things (I’ve had to do it for some eye exams, and ambulatory work), I lose a little piece of me.

Once he was released—and never was the term so appropriate—Jon ignored all advice not to chew and began to gnaw on his frozen cheek. By the time we got to the elevator, blood was pouring from his mouth and back we went for gauze.

He has a big fat lip forming; it’ll be a weekend of ice and Tylenol.

My Trip

Jon (First journal writing of the school year. Note that even though spelling and punctuation was a bit shaky he got “iPod” correct. That’s our logo-loving boy! —L)

I went to the x-ray room to get a x-ray do you like to take an x-ray? Yes I love to! I am about to take an x-ray the docter took a piccher I like to go lisin to the iPod I love to go out of the x-ray room when I’m dune my x-ray