ila’s first birthday was on January 6th, so of course we had to CELEBRATE! Mila doesn’t have too many doggy friends, so it was an intimate occasion. There was cake and gifts, as expected of a birthday. Please don’t think I’ve lost my mind…or maybe perhaps I have, but I love my little french dog. She is spoiled.
The cake was fun to make, although it didn’t turn out as well as my original inspiration from here.
Here is the recipe for the doggy birthday cake:
- 1 ¾ cup of flour, I used all purpose, since that was all I had, but I’ve seen most dog recipes use whole wheat
- 2 tablespoons of honey
- 3 eggs
- 2-3 tablespoons of coconut oil
- A handful of chopped strawberries, next time, I might use a mix of bananas and strawberries (I only used bananas as part of the topping)
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and grease a couple of ramekins or smaller baking tins. Proceed to mix the ingredients together in a blender, food processor or mixer, until well blended. Separate the mixture between the ramekins/baking tins, leaving some room in the container and bake for 15-20 minutes.
After the cake layers have cooled, remove them from the ramekins/tins and proceed to make the icing to secure the layers and make the cake all pretty/hide the imperfections. I honestly added way too many strawberries, it came out a little too moist to my liking and so the cake layers weren’t even, not that Mila minded at all!
To make the icing:
- 1 cup of organic plain Greek yogurt (I used plain Greek yogurt instead of regular yogurt that the original recipe called for, I think for a more smoother look like my original inspiration, the plain yogurt would have been better)
- 3 tablespoons of peanut butter
Mix the two ingredients well, spread on to secure the layers of the cake and as icing. Place your decorations/garnishes – strawberries, bananas, and other goodies your fur baby loves. I don’t think any dog would say no to one of these. Proof below:
Mila ended up licking the cake more than biting into it, in the end I had to breakdown the cake for her to eat. I told you she was spoiled!
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xcuse my absence! Besides becoming a homeowner last year, I also became a mother to a beautiful little frenchie girl! Becoming a mom to a fur baby was somewhat unexpected. I had always wanted a dog (things a little girl dreams of), but was more so planning on getting one the following year, after taking possession of mine and my sister’s home. We still had so much to do with our new house: building the garage and landscaping were among the bigger items on the list. Both would put a restraint on our time and finances. It was just too expensive and too much to deal with at the time…or so I thought.
I started out thinking that I should at least get some research done on what kind of breeders we had nearby. I ended up browsing on Kijiji and came across an ad for a French Bulldog girl and her brother, that were still unclaimed from their litter. It was love at first sight, as soon as I saw the picture of my little girl. I bookmarked the page, not thinking too much of it, mainly just thinking, “a really cute french bulldog.” In my mind, I had always pictured a cream boy – but oh how things change! I returned to the page to admire the pictures of the little cutie, showing them both to my sister and boyfriend on plenty more than one occasion. I’ll admit it. I may have been a little obsessed with her.I must have seemed like a crazed fool, loving a puppy that wasn’t even mine!
It was on the nth time that I was showing the boyfriend pictures of this adorable frenchie girl that the boyfriend came up with a crazy idea, “Why don’t we just get it?” The thought never really crossed my mind, out of all the thoughts I had. I mean, I had so much going on, I tell you, being a homeowner is a lot of work. It’s not all fun, living in and owning your own place. You’re responsible for EVERYTHING. Logically, I couldn’t afford the puppy. I didn’t have her in the budget. If you don’t know too much about French Bulldogs, all you have to know is that the cost of a healthy, registered French Bulldog puppy can be up there in the four-digit range from a reputable breeder. There was no way I could afford her and all the first year expenses – getting all her shots, getting her spayed and spoiling her with all sorts of tasty treats and toys!
Somehow, honestly I’m not even sure how we came to this decision, but the boyfriend and I decided that she would be “our” dog. We both would share the cost of her and that was it – we were one step closer in making this little frenchie girl ours! From what we learned from the breeder, our little frenchie girl was exactly what we were looking for, a sweet-natured, mellow dog, not too timid, but not too domineering. It was a six hour drive up to Hinton (a place far up north, in the middle of nowhere), where the breeder was located. The breeder was willing to meet us half way, in Edmonton, but we wanted to make sure the breeder really was who they said they were and also wanted to see first hand and be 100% certain that our little girl was going to be a good fit in starting our little family.
It was the middle of March and we arrived in Hinton pretty late into the evening. So when we finally got to meet our baby, she had to be woken up from sleeping. Naturally, she was a little out of it, but it was love! She was the cutest and sweetest little thing. She melted our hearts instantly. We didn’t need any time to figure it out – she was the one. Before too long, she was cozied up in a warm blanket between my arms. It was going to be another 6 hours to get home and the boyfriend – our hero, decidedly drove both ways for us. She trembled uncontrollably for a good 10 minutes in the car, but eventually calmed down. Surprisingly, she also slept peacefully throughout most of the ride.
We didn’t get home until three in the morning. All of us were exhausted beyond words. We placed her in a laundry basket with a pillow, where she slept quietly beside our bed. The morning after and the entire year to follow was a journey. It was a lot of patience, learning, frustrated/confused moments, some set backs and progress, not necessarily all in that order. Owning and being a parent to a puppy is definitely more than I ever thought it would be, in every respect: in the joy that the dog brings you and the responsibilities you have in caring for them.
We named our frenchie girl, “Mila” intentionally after Milla Jovovich, but spelt like Mila Kunis. Both are worthy of being named after.
She turned 1 on January 6th. Of course she had to have a cake… Another post to come with pictures/recipe. Stay tuned!
i lovelies, it’s been several weeks since I posted. I have been busy tweaking little things here and there on the blog and hoping to make more adjustments still. In the interim, I thought I might share a little DIY canvas art project that I did. The cost of everything here to make the project was under $10! Can you believe under $10 for an original piece of artwork? Who am I kidding, it’s no masterpiece, but it was fun to do and I love it. It’s a budget conscious way to decorate the bare walls of a home.
All the supplies came directly from the dollar store:
- Canvas – $2
- Two bottles of acrylic paint – $4
- I already had a set of foam brushes
Step 1: In photoshop, paint or word, type out a quote, lyrics or even random words that you find inspirational, in a font of your choosing. For this piece, I chose “every rose has its thorns” which came from lyrics of a Korean song. (You can watch the music video for it below. It’s a good song and I LOVE the concept of the video.) I played around with two different sets of fonts. Your options are only limited to your concept and creative abilities.
Step 2: Print out the words of your desired size. I printed on a regular 8 ½ x 11 sheet of paper. (In hindsight it may be better to have printed on a thicker source of paper.) Cut out each of your word groupings, then use a sharp exacto knife on top of a cutting mat (or old magazine like I have – an old copy of “Psychology Today”) and cut out the black letters. Be careful though, when cutting certain letters, such as the small letter ‘e’, the space on the top part of the ‘e’ will no longer be attached to anything. I chose to leave these out for the letters, but if you choose to keep them, don’t cut out that little piece all the way, instead leave a little portion connected to your paper.
Step 3: Lay out some old newspaper or something that you don’t mind painting on top of and make sure you have all supplies close by. There’s nothing worse than having to run somewhere else to grab something, such as a wet cloth or paper towel if there is an accidental mess to clean up. My main colour theme for this piece was white and pink. The pink was a tad bit darker than I wanted, so I mixed a bit of both colours to come up with a shade I liked. Use a foam brush to paint the entire canvas with your main colour, don’t forget the sides/edges!
Step 4: Once the canvas is dry, arrange your words onto the canvas and secure them with painters tape.
Step 5: Now you’re ready to paint the words! Use a smaller sized foam brush and dip it into a really small amount of paint for the letters. Don’t pick up too much paint otherwise it might accidentally transfer too much paint at once onto the canvas/stencil. This leads to messy letters, it happened to me with my ‘e’ in ‘every.’ It’s best to pick some paint up on the brush and then run it across a paper towel or even the newspaper you have laid out to make sure you don’t have too much paint. It’s best to do dabs on the stencil a little bit at a time and then revisit it with another coat.
Step 6: Once you’re happy with the letters, and wait about 5-10 minutes for it to dry a bit, CAREFULLY take off the stencil. At this point, you can pretty much say you’re done if you are happy with the results. With my piece, although it was pretty as it was in step 6, I wanted a more worn/roughed up look to emphasize the meaning behind the ‘imperfections’ of these ‘thorns’ on such a beautiful thing as a rose
Step 7: To give my canvas art a little bit more of a distressed look, I took a stiff brush and ran it through a bit of the darker shade of pink and brushed it onto the empty spaces of the canvas. I also had some metallic paint laying around the house so dabbed a little bit here and there on the letters.
Step 8: Ta-da! Here is the finished piece, sitting on the desk in the office/tech-room where its home will be. It will be hung on the wall directly behind it. It hasn’t been hung yet, as I am trying to come up with a few more pieces to hang it in a more gallery like-style on the wall.
Above is another picture of the finished DIY canvas stencil art.I hope you get a chance to do your own version of this DIY. Please share, if you do! I would love to see them.
Also, here is the video to the song that had inspired this art project, please have a look:
Life is just a bowl of cherries
Don’t make it serious; life’s too mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can’t take your dough when you go,
So keep repeating it’s the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you’ve never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all…
Play the song:
Love can mean so many things…a feeling of omnipotence, of fulfillment, of bliss, which finally dispels the oppressive sensation of solitude that everybody feels in a crowd. But love, when you have lost it, can also be complete and hopeless despair. Some people never experience love; and some confuse it with a great many other things…
GENEVIEVE ANTOINE DARIAUX
ast week, my boyfriend and I reached a milestone of four years together. I was completely caught off guard when he came in, woke me from an after work nap and surprised me with a beautiful orchid arrangement. We’re not the sort of couple who celebrates anniversaries, let alone birthday’s. We don’t really spoil each other with extravagant gifts – ever! I’m not saying that we’re not romantic or that our relationship doesn’t have any romance, it’s just that everyday we always do or say the things we want to, to each other. We don’t just save them for special moments or occasions.
He tells me that I’m beautiful, even when I know I’m a major mess – with day old, greasy hair and no make-up. He will cook breakfast and plate it for us (I can’t cook sunny-side up eggs). He will warm up my car for me in the morning. He has come to my rescue on more than one occasion (like when someone stole my tires). He bought me a new set of tires, even though we weren’t really looking for any replacement ones yet. We’ve been on a lot of adventures together (like driving overnight to Vancouver on a long weekend). We’ve seen bears in the wild together, hiked together, cooked dinner and breakfast out in the back country together. We watched way too many movies and fell asleep with arms and legs tangled up on the couch together.
But our relationship isn’t perfect either, it’s far from perfect. We both speak our minds to each other. I yell at him, he yells at me and five to ten minutes later we get over it. Sometimes it does take an hour or two or just a good sleep on it, but we move on. Are we soulmates? I’m not sure I believe in soulmates, but I do think that we’re stronger together than apart – even though we both won’t ever admit it. From the beginning, I would have never seen this relationship become of what it has. Not many people get to see this side of him and in a way, I feel that much more special because only I see the vulnerable side of this man.
Everyone experiences love differently and outside eyes can never really see the feelings and emotions that only yourself and your lover share, but just as Madame Dariaux said, it can be confused with a great many things. As long as you can tell the difference – you’re perfectly fine. No one else’s opinion should matter, only you would know what is best for you. I don’t need to be amazed and bedazzled all the time with grand gestures, but to me it’s the simple acts of love and kindness that are worth far much more. The orchid arrangement that he bought for me were the exact ones that I had been admiring at the grocery store, when we stopped in on a random run to grab a few things. He didn’t need to buy them from an overpriced florist shop.
Don’t be one to confuse love with a great many other things, instead know of the great many things that mean love to you. I know what it means to me and I’ve found it.