Thursday, December 22, 2011

Oscar and Max

Oscar, on the left, and Max
Both of these kitties were rescue kitties if you include taking them off the hands of relatives no longer able to have them in their rental apartments.  But they found a new home with us and we never regretted taking them.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Annie B Just Needed an Empty House

We tried to rescue Annie B from the Humane Society. We took her home and walked her a few times, but she never could adjust to having other, bigger, dogs around the house. 


Annie was a little sweetheart after she was all cleaned up.  Regrettably, we decided to return her to the shelter and sincerely hope she found an appropriate home.  

Friday, December 16, 2011

Keeva the Cutie Pie

This is my sister's new puppy.  She is named Keeva and will be trained for "agility competitions."
If all this little gal ever did was lick my face and eat treats and wag her tail, she would still be a wonderful bargain.  But I am sure Keeva's daddy and mommy will make a champion out of her.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Chihuahua Love and my Granddaughter

Granddaughter Haley hugs Tikal, her female Chihuahua, who's never met a lap she didn't like.  Paco, a male, and older, is now the family guard dog, a job he takes loudly.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Big Lab-Rott Cross and the Dalton Terrier Love to go Camping

Coby is 77 pounds of Lab-Rott lover

CheyAnna, dalton terrier is dalmatian-boston terrier cross
Well, they seem to be ready to go all the time.  They are very enthusiastic about morning, afternoon and evening walks at the campgrounds.  What is not to love?  They are the best.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Naps are Good. Oh, so good.

During our final camp out trip of the summer, we parked the motor home facing into the morning sun, and our two pooches, CheyAnna, the three-year-old Dalton Terrier, and Coby, the ten-year-old rotty-lab cross, took advantage of the warmth afforded by sunlight on this otherwise cold October day.  They are our precious babes!
 
(Click on photos to open large-size views.)

Monday, August 29, 2011

Dalton Terrier CheyAnna and her motor home

She is such a lovable little creature, so much a part of our family and our outings, I am surprised we don't keep photos of her in our wallets, like a grandchild!



I don't have much else to say about these photos.  We take CheyAnna along on all of our trips in the motor home.  She is so full of life, and makes our lives so much better, that we are forever thankful she came into our lives.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Goldie is a Golden

I love the way puppies look, how they smell, how they feel, and how they play.
Is there any puppy that is cuter or more alert and just friendlier than a Golden Retriever?  Well, of course, there could be, and it is just personal preference anyway.  All puppies are wonderful and precious.

The carefree, totally joyful way that puppies interact with each other and with people just lighten our hearts.  We wish they would stay that way and that age FOREVER!  (Sort of the same way I feel about children.)

Anyway, these are photos of Goldie.  She is training a friend of mine to be her mistress.  I'm certain she will be very successful.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

To Board or Not to Board. Leaving a Pet for the Weekend

We discussed what to do with our dogs while we are gone for a weekend.  Should have ask a friend to come in and feed, water, and check in on them, or should we board them out?

We finally decided that our Veterinarian's clinic, which has boarding kennels inside, would be the better option.  We provide the meals, pre-packaged in Hefty bags, and a toy for each dog, and they provide the walks!  What a deal!   I think we pay $60 for two dogs for two nights, and they get to stay together in one kennel run.  I think that is pretty important for them, rather than being separated.  The kennel runs are separated with concrete block walls so the dogs wouldn't be able to see each other.

The kennels are clean and well-maintained, and we trust the staff to look after our animals.  Best of all, we don't have to worry about whether or not our family friend will "forget" to show up.

Asking a friend to take care of one's pets can put a strain on a relationship, at least I think so.  I looked after my son's cats and fish tank while he was gone for two weeks, and all the fish died.  That was stressful for both of us (and, as it turned out, for the fish especially).

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Thyroid Problems in Pets are Common

Max
Good days and bad days aside, we have great love and appreciation for the pets in our lives.  Currently, two dogs and one cat.  The kitty is Max, and he is getting up in years, now having some thyroid problems which have been corrected with medicine.

I strongly recommend that anyone with a pet that is past middle age have some blood work BEFORE the symptoms of thyroid problems become so obvious.  This is a fairly common problem as our pets age.  We saw a different look in Max's eyes, the sparkle was gone, and he was losing weight, his fur looked bad.  We caught it in time, though, and he is on the way to recovery.

Pouie
We have gone through this so many times with other animals too.  Our roughest patch was when our dog, Pouie, lost his eyesight due to cataracts.  He adjusted in a couple of weeks and lived another six months.  He was at the end of his lifespan, and that is difficult for a lot of us pet owners to accept.  Our animals do not live as long as we do.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Search and Rescue Dogs to Japan. (Re-posted from the Blog "Some Assembly Required")

Day 456

Sonic, the Search and Rescue Dog
(Reposted from the Blog "Some Assembly Required" by John Sealander.)
I met Sonic today. Sonic is a search and rescue dog. He is a member of an elite Search Dog Foundation rescue team. The Search Dog Foundation has sent dogs to Katrina. They were there in the aftermath of 9/11. Now this organization is sending teams to Japan to help with the rescue efforts there. One of my veterinary hospital clients is sponsoring Sonic and in appreciation, Sonic's handlers brought him to the hospital today to meet the staff and explain how search and rescue dogs are trained. I was just there to photograph the event, but I was just as impressed with Sonic as everybody else. These search and rescue dogs are absolutely amazing. They all go through a grueling two year training program and must perform absolutely flawlessly before they are certified for rescue operations. Dogs like Sonic can climb up and down vertical fire engine ladders to reach people trapped on upper floors of buildings. They are trained to respond to their handlers commands from as far as 100 yards away. When they are working, they are not distracted by cats or squirrels. Part of their training involves placing tasty hot dogs and Taco Bell take out meals nearby during a search exercise and seeing if the smell of food broke their concentration. It doesn't. If you need help, you can only hope that one of these amazing dogs is nearby. Have you guys ever hear the search dog's creed? It's worth repeating. "If you are ever buried under a ton of rubble, trapped where no one can find you, or caught in the aftermath of a storm, I promise to sniff you out. I promise to go about my work with a wagging tail and a hero's heart. I promise to ignore all the fascinating smells out there and concentrate on finding you. I promise to never give up." I only spent an hour or so with Sonic this afternoon, but that was enough to convince me that he would never give up.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Nylabone Big Chew Beefy bone

Our two dogs, one big, one small, are both "chewers."  They would, and have, destroyed every toy and chewie we have ever purchased for them.  Although the Nylabone advertisements say it is nearly indestructible, real chewers like our dogs can scrape away for months and gradually reduce the Big Chew down to a "Big Nub."

Yesterday, we received our re-order of two Big Chews for these guys and they were so funny as the each took a new bone and ran around like crazy to find a private or secluded place to lie down and get to work on it.  Even  funnier, I thought, was that they both ended up on the same pillow, chewing away.  I took a nice video for our memories, and got one good still of them both "holding" their bones.
Coby (l) and CheyAnna (r) enjoy new Nylabone Big Chews
Incidentally, the Big Chew is $18.95 at our local pet store, but I found them online for $13.10 each and ordered two through Amazon.com so the shipping was free (over $25 order).  These bones ought to last them until Christmas, about nine months away.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Belle a Pembroke Welsh Corgi Rescued and given to a friend

We rescued Belle, a Pembroke Corgi, from an owner who had moved into a city apartment where she could no longer keep a dog.

Belle, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi
Belle seemed to be well-adjusted to house living and got along with the woman's cat, (we had three cats at the time), so we agreed to take Belle, who was only about three years old at the time.

Belle did not get along with our cats, perhaps part of her "pecking order" process, and she also felt quite superior to our Chow-chow, even though he outweighed her by forty pounds.

When Belle grabbed ahold of our Chow's snout and would not let go, even though she was being swung around violently, we knew that we needed to find a new home for Belle.

Fortunately for Belle, the home she went to was that of a family friend who had two Corgi's.  When I approached my friend, he explained that one of their Corgi's had died and the other was aged and had a tumor. He and his wife were very excited about Belle, and she quickly found herself right at home.

Belle loves herding, and a soccer ball is the perfect size.  She has a fenced-in quarter acre to play.  As of this writing, Belle is the only dog remaining in the house.
Kendra Wilkinson with Rascal, her Corgi

Pembroke Welsh Corgi's are really popular.  Among the most famous owners are Queen Elizabeth II, who owns four, and TV reality actress Kendra Wilkinson.  I have chosen to include a photo of Kendra with her Corgi.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Lovably Lucy, the Deaf Doberman

In 2003 we adopted a middle-aged female Doberman from the Animal Shelter.  Her name was Lucy and she was so quiet and shy, we knew we needed to bring her home with us.

We soon discovered that she was deaf.  The Animal Shelter staff was not aware of this.  So we suspected that an unsympathetic owner who didn't understand why Lucy would not respond to commands simply abandoned her at the shelter.

Lucy was only with us for a couple of months.  She got along well with our Chow-chow and carefully watched his every move so she would know what to do.  In this way she compensated for her deafness and endeared herself to us even more.  We thought she must have had a difficult life.  Lucy had a heart murmur, which we did know about, and she died quietly in our yard one afternoon.  We only hope that we made her final days a little better.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poop-eating and then Puking Tests My Patience

Our CheyAnna is evidently bored out of her skull, here in the yard in a Montana winter, where she has now acquired a taste for her pal, Coby's, poop.

After she vomited onto the carpet in our computer room, clearing out everyone, human and pet, I am struggling to determine if this is a temporary "phase" or if it is a potential problem that we will have to watch for in the future.

My spouse says that we must begin picking up dog doo every day in the yard, to remove the temptation.  Okay, that works for me when the temperature is above ZERO, but some days, like during blizzards, etc, I just don't intend to do that.  (She goes outside in such weather ONLY to do her business; then runs right back in.)

So we still love her, stinky "pook" and all.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

CheyAnna is a Chewer and a Digger

We love CheyAnna!  We hope she soon grows out of her constant digging in the yard and chewing everything and anything she can get her little teeth into.  One day she grabbed a plastic bottle of Fish Oil gel tabs and ate them all.  We didn't realize how powerful her jaws and how sharp her teeth were.  Yesterday, she puked on the carpet.  This is the very first time that has ever happened....but the stink!  Oh my God!  This was not just an upchuck of her dry breakfast food.  She had been eating another dog's poop.  Now there is a smell you can't ever forget.  Nasty Nasty Nasty.  I cleaned and scrubbed and opened the windows.  Today there is no stain and no smell.  Wow.  This is not something I want repeated.  Looks like we will have to do a daily cleanup of yard poo.  We also need to teach her to understand that poo is off limits.
Dalton Terrier CheyAnna

   

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Black and White and Manx (Oscar and Max)

Oscar, on the left, is no longer with us.  Max, now aged 12 or so, is doing much better now that he is on thyroid medicine and a little laxative to help him move along.  X-rays show two calcifications in his gut somewhere, but he is gaining weight now, and can still jump up to the table to eat.
Good kitties
Max has no tail and he broke a leg when very young, so his rear end resembles a rabbit when he hops away.
Good job, Max!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

ANIMEALS Feeds Pets AND Saves Lives



ANIMEALS is not only a food bank for pets, it is also a "no-kill" pet adoption center.  This organization needs the support of animal lovers everywhere. Several special promotions keep Animeals in the forefront of our minds for charitable giving throughout the year, and I am going to post a few of the graphics from their website in this posting.


Your donations save pet lives every day.  You can donate here, ANIMEALS DONATIONS, or visit their Beautiful website, which includes wonderful pictures of pets of all kinds.



Animeals also has a blog that keeps us all up to date on the latest stories from their kennel.



 The newsletter is really well-done, partly written by volunteers, and professionally published.

I encourage you to take a look at all they do and have to offer.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Waiting for Mama

Doc, a miniature schnauzer
Children come running to meet Mama when she comes home---up until about age seven.
Pets are forever young.  They always come running.  They are always enthusiastic greeters. Perhaps they are always happy, but also perhaps, they have been having separation anxiety and abandonment concerns the entire time Mama was gone.  They are sweet loves, and they never become teenagers.  This is a photo of Doc, miniature schnauzer, now aged twelve.  He rules the kingdom, don't you know?

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Chow-Chow is a Protector for Life

This is Poumba Chino Aboo.  He is gone now, of old age, you know?  While he was on this Earth for only a short twelve years, his integrity, loyalty and love live on in our memory.

Pouie was a joy to come home to, especially in his later years when he was blinded by cataracts.  He was so excited, and he had to be so careful of walls and furniture.  He adapted pretty well.

His coat and undercoat were so thick, and he did NOT enjoy being groomed.  It took a long time, even when we did it every week.  It took two of us; one to hold his collar while the other combed.  His rear end was particularly sensitive. He always tried to sit down.  Ha Ha.  He was such a lover!

Chow-chows have to be watched around children.  Pouie could react to being touched in a split second. (When he was younger, he used to catch bees when they flew around him out on the deck.)  He did not like being touched on his head, and while he endured it from family, he would not tolerate it from a stranger.  His growl and facial reactions were fierce.  I understand how the Chow-Chow was bred to be a guard dog in China.  They are very effective.

    Rest in Peace, Pouie.  We will always hold you in our heart.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Max on the Mend Thanks to Pet Communicator

Animal communication remains a controversial topic, with believers and non-believers seemingly firm in their own opinions.

We recently contacted a local pet communicator who had received quite a lot of media attention and she did a reading on Max, our cat, who was not eating or pooping and was losing weight and in general, fading fast.  Max is about eleven or twelve years old, and had been the constant companion of a female cat who died just about the time Max began his decline.

The animal communicator provided us with a transcript of her "conversation" with Max and we discovered that Max was, indeed, mourning for his lost companion.  But there was more to the story.  Max "told" the communicator that he felt like he had "rocks in his stomach" and that he wanted to eat but couldn't.  He was in a lot of pain and had not been able to poop for many days.

A visit to the veterinarian confirmed that Max had a thyroid problem.  I asked for an x-ray.  The Vet showed me the x-ray and it revealed two marble-sized calcifications somewhere in the intestinal tract.  A single x-ray could not determine where exactly the rock-hard calcifications were located, but they could account for his inability to poop.  The vet prescribed a laxative with a fairly high dosage to begin with, and that did the job.

The thyroid meds also brought Max's appetite back.  He quickly regain a pound and became a regular at the litter box once again.  We have kept the laxative dose pretty low now and he continues to progress.

The calcifications won't be surgically removed because the expense would be far more than we could handle. So long as Max is evidently pain-free, and eating/pooping normally, we will let his life progress however it will.  We were just pleased and surprised that the "rocks in his stomach" as Max called them, actually existed and could be dealt with.

Max "told" the communicator that he did not want to die.  What an interesting experience for us all.  The communicator also convinced Max to be more cooperative when being put into a pet carrier for the trips to the vet.  This is wonderful!

Since then, the communication between Max and ourselves has greatly improved.  We talk to Max like he understands us and he has returned our love, now sitting with us all the time, instead of hiding under the bed.

I am not going to release the pet communicator's name because she is busy enough as it is.  Suffice it to say that we are now believers in animal communication and are becoming more adept at the process ourselves.

  

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

So much joy and so much sadness

At one time we enjoyed the company of three dogs and five cats.  Of those eight animals, only one remains.

One cat, Coalie, wandered off, as was his habit, but never returned.

All the rest died of old-age-related infirmities.  A couple died in our arms, but we also had to make the hard decision to euthanize those who could not go on any longer.  We use our power to end their suffering, but it never gets any easier.

Along the way we added other dogs to our crew, all rescues, but some were beyond saving, health-wise, and others just could not adjust to our home environment and the animals that were already here.

Dalton Terrier CheyAnna
We now have just two dogs, one of which was a rescue within our extended family, and the other was purchased from a breeder when the breeder was quitting the business.  In a way, that was a rescue too. We just paid the breeder's out of pocket cost of $75.  It was the best money we ever spent.  Her name is CheyAnna, a dalmatian and boston terrier cross, which the breeder has named as a "Dalton Terrier."

This is a new blog and a new subject for us to pursue.  I hope you find something of interest as the weeks go by.

Thanks for visiting.
Rainbow bridge

Loving a Saint Bernard


St. Bernard "Josie" at six months of age
"Josie" just a couple of years later.

This lovable girl quickly grew into a HUGE animal, but remains gentle and skittish.  She still will not get into a car or motor home.  

Monday, January 31, 2011

Three Kitties in Alignment

Left to right: Max, Oscar, Cheesie
We have said "good-bye" to Oscar and Cheesie during 2010.  Max had a close call, but thyroid medicine brought him back and he is gaining weight.  Max is now 12 years old.
Cheesie, age 11
Oscar, age 8



Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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