Getting through bad weather with a Cougar

No, I’m not recommending the pairing of a young man and a older woman as a coping mechanism for rainy days and endless winter blizzards. If that helps you get through until the next sunny day then more power to you, but no, I’m actually referring to Cougar, the well-known footwear company that has been popular for years for a very good reason.

The reason for that, in fact, is because Cougar consistently makes excellent boots that keep your feet dry, warm, and have enough tread to prevent you from winding up flat on your back on an icy sidewalk. But are they stylish?

Matchstick, a fabulous word-of-mouth marketing company sent me two complimentary pairs of boots so that I could find out for myself. I was really excited to be a part of this campaign because if there’s one thing we have a lot of in Canada it’s weather. Wet weather, cold weather, snowy weather, icy weather, and then sometimes we get a few months of hot weather in the summer. With winter fast approaching though, I was already thinking about the best boots to stay warm and dry that would be cute enough for me to want to wear them, but without sacrificing safety – owning a dog means that I’d like a good tread so that I’m not risking my life every time I take her for a walk.

Cougar sent me a great care package in order to do my review. It included winter boots, rain boots, a hoodie, a (ginormous) mug, and four packs of hot chocolate all, as they said, to “keep me warm”. Before I get into talking about the boots I’d like to offer a heads’ up to other PR reps out there, specifically the ones who want reviews and published press releases without any other method of reaching out to bloggers: Take a cue from Cougar. I couldn’t review boots without actually trying them so it was necessary for them to send me a pair of each type. However, they had no need to send the hoodie, mug, and hot chocolate. That was just a nice bonus that makes bloggers feel like we’re appreciated and it’s a fabulous gesture. This is an example of a company that does blogger outreach the RIGHT way.

In an example of stellar timing, it was pouring rain the day that my boots arrived so for the first time in over two decades I slid my feet into a pair of rubber boots and took the dog for a walk. Cougar sent me the Tibet rain boots in black and they do everything they claim.

Rain boots

I braved the rain – something I don’t much enjoy – for a boisterous walk in a soaking wet, muddy field for half an hour (the dog was thrilled since she doesn’t share my aversion to rain) just so I could see for myself whether these boots could really stand up to their statement of being waterproof.

Rain boots

My feet were sweaty from walking quickly but they weren’t wet. The inside of my boots were bone dry. I had even purposely hopped through big puddles instead of going around, just to see if I could detect a weak seam anywhere, but there was not a drop that got through.

I wasn’t 100% sold on the faux sock at first but you know, it’s growing on me and if I don’t feel like wearing it on the outside of my pants, I can just tuck it inside, giving me an extra bit of warmth on a chilly, rainy day. I’m in love with my rain boots and have worn them every time we’ve gotten any rain ever since; it was very nice to have dry feet while volunteering up at the school instead of damp socks and soggy running shoes like I usually do on a rainy day!

Now for the winter boots. Oh, Canada, how we need good winter boots up here. This winter in particular is supposed to be quite a doozy with more snowstorms than we got last year so I am very much looking forward to really giving my new winter boots – Ravishing in black – a proper test run. In the spirit of full disclosure I haven’t been able to really try these boots out to their full potential yet because we haven’t had any snow beyond that light overnight dusting that we got over Halloween. There hasn’t been a single flake since and the temperatures have been unseasonably warm, up in the double digits.

Winter boots

However, I did wear them out one night when the temps had dipped down – again while walking the dog. It was cold enough that I figured it was my best shot for trying them out. First of all, the comfort level of these boots is just ridiculous. They’re so soft and cozy inside that it’s possible I may not take them off all winter no matter what the street looks like.

Fuzzy winter boots

As I’ve already mentioned, tread is also important to me and you can see just how good and thick it is on these boots. I confess to being a bit of a “Nervous Nellie” when I venture out on icy sidewalks (I blame my mother, I think it’s a genetic quirk) and having studied these treads, I think I’ll be a lot more confident this season. I don’t see myself sprinting down the street in an ice storm but at least I won’t be convinced I’m about to fall on my face at every step.

What I especially love is that they are stunning. Winter boots around here can be a tricky purchase. It seems you either end up with killer boots that look great but leave your toes frozen and have zero traction, only good for getting in and out of your car, or you can buy super warm and safe boots that are butt ugly. Cougar has managed to pair up stylish and functional and I really appreciate that. I may not be a teenager anymore but I still like to look nice and I’m happy that my feet will be warm, they’ll stay on the ground where they belong, and yet I won’t feel like I’m traipsing around in mountain boots.

Overall, I have to say that I’m impressed by both pairs. The other thing is that Cougar doesn’t skimp on quality so these boots should last me several seasons for sure.

If you’re in the market for boots for yourself I highly recommend them and you can check to see which retailer is closest to you by clicking over here. The Tibet (rain) boots sell for about $75 and the Ravishing (winter) boots sell for about $175.

(And for the record, the hoodie was too big for my short self so I gave it to George and he loves it. The mug is perfect for my gigantic cup of peppermint tea at night, and although I would probably enjoy the hot chocolate too I was vetoed by both the kids who claimed all the packs as their own and have loved it so far!)

A huge thank you to Cougar and to Matchstick for organizing a great campaign!

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A sudden realization about my dog

When I was looking for a dog, I saw an ad on Kijiji for what ended up becoming our Winnie. She was advertised as being a black lab mixed with a golden retriever and I just took it as that without questioning. It was very obvious that she was indeed a black lab based on her overall shape, color, tail, and so on. As for the golden, well, I just figured that must account for he shaggy ears and the furry back.

Yesterday I was looking at a few videos on YouTube about agility (something I’d love to try out eventually!) and I suddenly realized I do not have a golden retriever mix. I looked at another video and then some pictures and I had a hunch. I Googled a specific mix of dogs and discovered that I had accidentally gotten the type of dog that I had originally been searching for – I actually have a Border Collie mix.

A friend of mine had suggested this summer that I seek out that type of dog because she felt that it would be ideal for me and for my family – not a pure Border Collie mind you. That would be way too much dog for me because I wouldn’t be able to give it the exercise it would need. A mix though, yes.

I had found two that I fell for while perusing Petfinder but there was no point in adopting a dog when I knew we were going to be leaving for three weeks on vacation in Halifax. It would be cruel at worst, and confusing at best to get a dog and then toss it into a kennel for three weeks. How would she know who her “people” were or where her home was? It was illogical.

In the end, both the dogs were gone by the time I had a chance to look more seriously. I was disappointed but figured I’d find the right dog if I was patient. I am so happy with the dog that I got. Winnie’s big flaw is her resistance to polite leash walking and somewhat related, her reactivity to other dogs (she’s not aggressive, she just REALLY wants to go see other dogs when we’re out, even if that means choking herself and nearly dragging me across the street). Other than that she’s been quick to learn, a ton of fun, a great companion for the kids, and my constant shadow.

I loved her anyway, even when I thought she was a lab and golden mix. Finding out that she’s actually a mix that I specifically wanted only makes it better. It definitely explains a lot. In hindsight (and it’s so obvious I feel very “duhhhh” about it), there’s no logical reason for a black lab and a golden retriever to have a white crest on her chest. That’s a classic Border Collie marking. Here’s Winnie:

Chillaxin'

And here’s a dog I found when searching for lab/BC mixes:

Other than the white paws on the other dog, there’s an undeniable similarity. I need to get a better picture of Winnie sitting straight up to show off her white chest.

It also explains the way she runs when she’s chasing the kids around. She doesn’t nip, but she definitely herds. And it explains her ability to quickly pick up on cues and tricks.

It really doesn’t matter in the end, she could have been mixed with a pug or a Doberman and I wouldn’t have cared as long as she was a good fit with our family, but finding out you ended up with your original ideal is like finding a surprise gift a month after Christmas is over.

Wrapping up the weekend

As far as non-eventful weekends go, this one was particularly delightful. First we had a rather nice Friday, then a wonderful Saturday spent outside. Along came today and I have to say that Sunday was the icing on the cake.

I lazed about for most of the morning but it was okay because – shock of shocks – the kids played pretty well together. They were checking out some games on the computer and playing with paper dolls. After lunch I had a few things to do so they went into their room and played some more; I think they were playing school.

Considering the fact that it was something like 11 celsius I thought it would be a good idea to take them out. Winnie needed to go out as well so I took all three of them over to the big field. The kids played extremely well in a pile of dirt and rocks (ah, simple joys!) while I helped Winnie practice getting used to the Halti which she loathes quite a bit. I, on the other hand, love it because Miss Pully McPullerson can’t rip my arm out anymore. She isn’t dog aggressive AT ALL but she kind of goes bananas when she sees them and once nearly dragged me into an intersection to get to a dog across the street. She’s only 55 pounds, smaller than your average Labrador or Golden Retriever but it’s 95% muscle and it takes all my efforts to control her when she wants to get to a dog for playtime. With the Halti on she physically can’t pull me and so that’s why we were able to calmly approach, meet, and sniff (well, okay, I scratched, I didn’t sniff) a Retriever mix and a lovely smiling American Bulldog without any chaos.

Eventually I want to get her to walk politely on a leash without a Halti but that will be saved for short bursts of training and right now the majority of her walks will be on the Halti to save my arms, back, and to keep me from being pulled down on my back (or ass) on the ice this coming winter.

Anyway. On top of all that both kids listened and called it quits with their playing when I announced it was time to go home for hot chocolate. There was one minor “aww, already?!” but when I pointed out that a) we’d been out for an hour, b) the sun was setting, c) it was getting cold, and d) we had marshmallows for the hot chocolate they were both more than willing to start traipsing home.

They continued with their playing post-hot chocolate and other than the occasional scuffle they basically played very well all day together.

There was one minor hiccup in our day and that happened as I took the rice off the burner to absorb the water and was literally just about to lift a steak onto our indoor grill for supper. All was quiet and then there was a loud and obnoxious blaring from the hallway and I realized the building’s fire alarm was going off. The kids freaked out because it makes them very nervous. I had them put their shoes on and wait with George while I went to each floor to see if there was any smoke or if it was a false alarm.

I didn’t see anything but I asked George to call the janitor to let him know. He arrived as I was out on the balcony to see if I could see fire trucks coming (no) and he waved to me and asked me to bring everyone outside.

It’s an unfortunate truth but my cat is so scared of everything that in the event of a real fire I will never be able to get her out and will have to hope for the best. Luckily the dog is never further than a few feet from me so I leashed her, we all got our coats, and we headed outside for about half an hour. It was good that it wasn’t cold but I had to pee and we were all hungry!

In the end it was indeed a false alarm. We stood around chit chatting with our neighbors (apparently a fire alarm is the best way to get to know the people in your building) until the fire department showed up. Since no one had called them right away they didn’t get there for awhile, but they did go in and check everything out. It seemed that one of the alarms on the third floor had been pulled; it’s possible it was a kid who did it since several live on that floor which is really not cool. As the janitor said, it’s dangerous to do that. If there are enough false alarms people will start ignoring them and in the even of a real fire someone could get hurt or worse.

In any case it was all fine in the end and we were finally able to go back upstairs. I got supper back on and we were able to eat at a still-decent hour. That was an exciting end to the weekend!

I spent the rest of my evening getting the kids herded off to bed so we can start another week tomorrow, and then I worked on some training with Winnie. I’m working on getting her to come when called, which worked quite nicely with leftover bits of steak, and I also practiced getting her to let go of a toy on command (“leave it!”) and to jump when asked.

Now I’m finishing up a glass of wine and debating whether I should go to bed shortly or stay up to watch Horatio Caine solve another crime on CSI Miami. Generally speaking, cop shows tend to win out over sleep for me.

I hope your weekend was as delightful as mine!

A good Saturday

Again with the bullet points; a recipe for a good Saturday:

– When your oldest goes to spend the day with her grandparents, spend some time patiently teaching your youngest to play Operation.

– Eat lunch and then enjoy the ridiculously beautiful day by taking said youngest to the park for an hour and a half.

– Go straight back out with the little one and the dog, rescue some rogue balloons blowing through a parking lot, practice some agility, then go home.

– Order in pizza instead of cooking and eat while giggling a lot.

– Welcome your big girl home, dole out snacks, then announce bedtime.

– Open a bottle of Shiraz and enjoy some movie time with your husband.

– Fall into bed exhausted yet happy, realize you still need to update your blog, and do so painstakingly on your iPod Touch.

It was a REALLY good Saturday. How was yours?

Portrait of a Friday

I am so tired and nearly forgot to update for NaBloPoMo so I’m going to give you a bullet point portrait of a Friday.

  • Breanna always hears me when I get up for Breakfast Club mornings which means she’s awake from 5:30 am onward. In order to give George a break from super-early-morning-Breanna I took her with me to the school. She enjoyed a waffle for breakfast and then played in the gym before curling up with some of the books from daycare while I finished cleaning up. She then spend the rest of the day being EXHAUSTED. This kid needs to learn how to sleep until at least 8 am because the lack of sleep will either kill her or turn me into a raging alcoholic.
  • Hayley went on a field trip to the Cosmodome where the class got to build a Newton vehicle for a rally, watched a film on the solar system, saw models of the solar system, and even looked at the sun through a special filtered telescope. When she first brought the permission slip home I was SUPER excited. Then I read that they didn’t require volunteers. I’m highly jealous. (I went for a job interview on the space camp side several years ago and it was the best interview of my life, no joke.)
  • I had fully intended to put the kids to bed early. Usually they stay up until 9 pm on a Friday or Saturday night but between Breanna’s exhaustion and the fact that Hayley was up at 6 am and on a field trip almost all day, I was thinking the usual 8 pm bedtime. Then at 7 pm Hairspray came on TV (the 2007 version) and I had never seen it. Being a musical loving girl the songs immediately caught my attention, the kids were being SO good in their room, and I ended up watching the whole thing and getting them to bed at 9:30.
  • In related news, why can’t we burst into song at random like they do in musicals? Singing and dancing would be awesome.
  • I sat and enjoyed a beer and some chips while watching “Blue Bloods” and I have to say that as much as I love “The Walking Dead”, I think that “Blue Bloods” is my favorite new fall show. The fact that Donnie Wahlberg is in it is only part of the reason. It just really is a good show.
  • Since I was also up at 5:30 am I am really sleepy. I think that’s it for now.

However, one last thing. As I was looking at all kinds of things to do with Remembrance Day, I found this video which – I fully admit – brought tears to my eyes. It also made me really proud to be a Canadian. “Eyes right” is a command used by marching troops that is usually reserved for dignitaries who are present. It’s an extremely high compliment to have troops do an “eyes right” for you.

A young boy in Belgium was watching a parade at a memorial service when the Canadian troops passed by (aside: How CUTE is that little boy? He was so excited and I love his repeated thumbs up to – I assume – his parents!) and when they saw this little kid saluting them they did indeed give the “eyes right” command for him. What an honour and what a special moment. I love Canada.

Can’t keep a dry eye when I watch it.

Remembering

Today is Remembrance Day here in Canada. In the U.S. it’s Veteran’s Day but it’s essentially the same thing. It’s a day where we stop for just a moment to think of all the people who fight for freedom and for our protection and to remember those who sacrificed their lives for us. I always take this time to not only thank all those I have never met and never will, but I thank my grandfather, Alan Richard Osborne, for fighting back in WWII.

My grandfather

Since November 11th is a very busy day for veterans the school has their ceremony on the 10th (though they still do the two minutes of silence at 11 am today) so that they can invite a couple of veterans to attend. Each class does some sort of a presentation for them, whether it’s a song, reading a poem, or doing a dramatic piece. I wasn’t there this year but I did attend last year and it’s the most moving thing I’ve ever seen in an elementary school. More than once I had to wipe my eyes and I would have been embarrassed but I wasn’t the only one. And the veterans were very emotional too, so I certainly wasn’t alone.

At last night’s meeting the principal told us that one of the veterans this year was a whopping 97 years old and after the assembly was over he said “I will remember this for the rest of my life” to which the younger vet laughed and teased, “well that’s not much longer at this point”. They were both moved though, and I’m glad that they come for the kids.

Today I found this video from the always amazing (and oh so very Canadian) Rick Mercer Report, a rant about remembering to remember. I love it.

Everyone has two minutes. If you miss the alloted time, apologize and take two minutes on your own. The most important thing is to just remember, to take a moment to honour those who have served or are serving now, and to be thankful.

And I know not everyone agrees with the different wars that are fought. I don’t love war, I wish it wasn’t a necessity, but I do think sometimes it’s just inevitable. Where would we be if we hadn’t fought some of the major wars in history? But it all comes down to this: I don’t care if you agree with the war or hate the war. I don’t care if you think it’s a sad necessity or if you’re a protesting pacifist. Whether you agree or disagree, I believe we all need to support every man and woman that stands up and fights. Hate the war if you want, but love the people who fight so hard to make sure you have the freedom to express that opinion.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John McCrae

Under the weather

I hate to be dramatic and whiny but I think I’m coming down with something and that’s a little bit unfair since I was just sick with an unpleasant cold just recently. It should be illegal for a virus to strike you down within a certain time frame of another.

Last night I felt tired and drained so I actually fell into bed before 11 pm which is something I don’t normally do unless I have to be up extra early (such as my 5:30 am Breakfast Club mornings). I felt worse when I woke up around 1 am to pee, and I was grateful to fall back to sleep quickly after that.

At 6:30 am my alarm blared and I knew before I even lifted my head that things were not going well. I wasn’t quite dizzy, my head just felt fuzzy and off. I rolled out of bed after my nine minute “snooze” and immediately wanted to crawl back into bed. It was so bad that I was tempted to just not even wake Hayley up and to call in sick for her.

Of course I didn’t, since that would be silly. Besides, it’s end of term on Friday so they have a few tests and things to wrap up. On top of that, although tomorrow is Remembrance Day they were having the specially assembly for it in the gym today. They get a couple of war veterans to come in and all the classes do a presentation of some sort (Hayley’s class read a poem). I was able to attend last year and it’s extremely touching and I love that the veterans get to take part. They have their own ceremonies to attend on the 11th, so that’s why they held it today.

In the end I got her off to school and then I crashed on the couch until 11:30. I dozed on and off, getting up to get Breanna food and drinks, but other than that I was pretty much useless.

I had a meeting tonight and wasn’t sure if I could manage to go but I hate missing meetings so I dragged myself in. It wasn’t too bad; it only ran for 45 minutes and the zingy India Spice tea that I brought with me seemed to help me feel a bit better.

As for now, I’m sitting here with some decaf peppermint tea, I had a few cookies, and I plan on hitting my pillow as soon as this episode of Criminal Minds is over.

Tomorrow is yet another 5:30 wake-up call for Breakfast Club and I hate to miss that as well, so here’s hoping that I feel less zonked out when I get up!

Braaaaiiiinnns!

I’ve never been hardcore into the zombie culture. George has seen all the original Romero movies and generally likes to watch any new stuff that comes out and he’s a pretty big fan. I’ll watch the movies and I usually enjoy them at least. There are some that I have loved enthusiastically – namely Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland.

I think my problem with zombies was always that, in the old movies at least, they shuffled along at such an excruciatingly slow pace that I found it very difficult to be afraid of them. I mean, yes, they were undead and usually had limbs or bits of their faces hanging off of them, and if they managed to catch someone they would then try to eat their brains. I get that this is supposed to be scary but instead I only got angry. I would find myself practically shouting at the living characters that their brains will not be eaten if they would just RUN instead of standing there screaming incoherently. The zombies were slower than a 100-year-old man with a cane and they couldn’t climb anything. RUN YOU MORONS!

Now in the more recent zombie films things have changed. Zombies are not turtle-slow anymore. Most of them seem to run faster than me, in which case I would be very much out of luck in a zombie apocalypse unless I manage to get my hands on a motorcycle, and perhaps a rocket launcher. They’re also frequently seen making their way up and over things (looks like the attic isn’t so safe after all!) and they almost work together instead of just shuffling about in a random pack of flesh-eating slugs.

So in recent years I was starting to see them as having potential to be pretty frightening after all although they still didn’t make me scream or freak out or lie awake at night.

Enter the new show on the AMC network – “The Walking Dead”. Oh my hell.

We don’t get AMC here so we have to wait and see it online the next day. It is totally worth the wait. The first episode was pretty nerve-wracking and intense. This week the second episode aired and I watched it all alone last night at 10:30. I spent most of it with my toes curled while I squished myself further and further into the couch cushions. I may have also repeated, “Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!” throughout large portions of the show.

When it was over I turned to Facebook and implored someone to please come and help me down off the ceiling.

It is a seriously amazing show and so scary in parts and there are also times when I think “they can SAY that/show that on TV?!” It is excellent and I am loving it more than I should admit.

I also shouldn’t admit one other thing but I will: George was out last night and even though I was tired I stayed up until 11:20, waiting for him to come home before going to bed. You know. Just like that. Cough.

Anyone else watching?

Beautiful day for a family outing

My poor sister is on the verge of a) drowning, b) floating away, or c) building an ark with the ridiculous deluge of rain that it currently soaking the Maritimes. It started on Thursday and hasn’t stopped yet; it’s a total downpour with places further out having to close roads because of the flooding.

As a result I felt a little bit guilty when I was looking out my window on a very beautiful Sunday morning. However, Hayley asked George if we could go as a family to the big nature park we had visited with friends awhile back and we had absolutely no need, reason, or desire to say no. We bundled up accordingly since it was definitely crisp outside (4C or 39F) and headed out just after lunch for a couple of hours.

Off and running

Swan

Although being in the shady sections were chilly, the sun was wonderful, the air was fresh, and it was just gorgeous out there. It was unfortunate that the goat pen was locked up, but we still got to look at them through the fence and we spent some time watching the deer as well. The latter became my subject du jour since they weren’t the least bit camera shy. I tried to figure out how to sneak one home but I decided George would probably have a problem with that.

Love

'Sup?

On our way to the grocery store on the trip back home we thanked Hayley for giving us such a great idea. I figure that we’re kicking into the second week of November, this is Canada, and more importantly it’s EASTERN Canada. This beautiful weather isn’t going to last forever.

Smoke and mirrors

Lakeside

Winter will bear down on us soon enough (and I hear that it’s supposed to be a doozy, gah!) and going out will require head to toe coverage in the form of hats and mitts and snow pants, so it was definitely worth our while to head out on a nice day while it lasts!

(More photos here)

How we spend our evenings

Sometimes George and I watch a TV show together, other times we might put on a movie. Other nights he’ll work on his music down the hall while I watch all the shows that I love and he hates (things like Dancing With the Stars and Grey’s Anatomy; the only thing he likes about the latter is making fun of me for crying just about every episode).

On Saturday there was nothing that we wanted to watch. Instead he brought one of his guitars out to the living room and played random songs while I enjoyed a few chapters in my book. While he occasionally made me raise my eyebrows – this would be when he started playing “Horse With No Name” which I absolutely despise with a visceral hatred – it was a nice way to spend a leisurely weekend evening.

One song that he played was John Mayer’s “Daughters” and I had an urge to record it so here you go, you can pretend you were here on Saturday in our living room too.

Enjoy!