That's my Plummykins beautiful face :)
When nobody else is there to hold your hand, your dog will be.
Please give him a kiss and thank him (or her!) for that.
You know I'm just a big sucker when it comes to stories like these.
Stories about the amazing unbreakable bond that exists between a dog and his master.
Loyalty at it's purest, and best.
By Scott Stump
Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson lay in a coffin, draped in an American flag, in front of a tearful audience mourning his death in Afghanistan. Soon an old friend appeared, and like a fellow soldier on a battlefield, his loyal dog refused to leave him behind.
Tumilson's Labrador retriever, Hawkeye, was photographed lying by Tumilson's casket in a heart-wrenching image taken at the funeral service in Tumilson's hometown of Rockford, Iowa, earlier this week.
Hawkeye walked up to the casket at the beginning of the service and then dropped down with a heaving sigh as about 1,500 mourners witnessed a dog accompanying his master until the end
I took Anjo (as my nephew likes to call him) to one of my favorite swimming holes the other day.
I think his beagle hound instinct wanted to romp and splash in the water...but the pug in him.... the more dominant gene....kept saying, "screw this, I'm heading back to shore"
Swiped this from my friend Dawn's facebook. So true So true. I have always said there are two different kinds of people in this world: People who treat dogs like they are members of the family and people who treat dogs like they are "things".
I am a dog. I am a living, breathing animal. I feel pain, joy, love, fear and pleasure.
I am not a thing. If I am hit - I will bruise, I will bleed, I will break. I will feel pain. I am not a thing.
I am a dog. I enjoy playtime, walk time, but more than anything, I enjoy time with my pack - my family - my people. I want nothing more than to be by the side of my human. I want to sleep where you sleep and walk where you walk. I am a dog and I feel love...I crave companionship.
I enjoy the touch of a kind hand and the softness of a good bed. I want to be inside of the home with my family, not stuck on the end of a chain or alone in a kennel or fenced yard for hours on end. I was born to be a companion, not to live a life of solitude.
I get too cold and I get too hot. I experience hunger and thirst. I am a living creature, not a thing.
When you leave, I want to go with you. If I stay behind, I will eagerly await your return. I long for the sound of your voice. I will do most anything to please you. I live to be your treasured companion.
I am a dog. My actions are not dictated by money, greed, or hatred. I do not know prejudice. I live in the moment and am ruled by love and loyalty.
Do not mistake me for a mindless object. I can feel and I can think. I can experience more than physical pain, I can feel fear and joy. I can feel love and confusion. I have emotions. I understand perhaps more than you do. I am able to comprehend the words you speak to me, but you are not always able to understand me.
I am a dog. I am not able to care for myself without your help. If you choose to tie me up and refuse to feed me, I will starve. If you abandon me on a rural road, I will experience fear and loneliness. I will search for you and wonder why I have been left behind. I am not a piece of property to be dumped and forgotten.
If you choose to leave me at a shelter, I will be frightened and bewildered. I will watch for your return with every footfall that approaches my kennel run.
I am a dog - a living, breathing creature. If you choose to take me home, please provide me with the things that I need to keep me healthy and happy.
Provide me with good food, clean water, warm shelter and your love. Do not abandon me. Do not kick me. Do not dump me when your life gets too busy. Make a commitment to me for the entirety of my life, or do not take me home in the first place.
If you desert me, I do not have the means to care for myself. I am at the mercy of the kindness of people - if I fall into the wrong hands, my life will be ruined.
I will experience pain, fear and loneliness. If I wind up in an animal shelter, I have only my eyes to implore someone to save me, and my tail to show you that I am a friend. If that is not good enough, I will die.
I am a dog. I want to give and receive love. I want to live. I am not a thing. I am not a piece of property. Please do not discard me. Please treat me with kindness, love and respect. I promise to repay you with unconditional love for as long as I live.
I love when mother nature gives us signs, just like the ice sculpture that formed in my garden with Pugsley's image on Christmas eve..
The picture of this howling dog in the clouds with the sun breaking through just makes me feel so comforted. Just looking at this cloud I know I will see my 3 babies again one day..
...and until then I know they are all watching over me.
This is Angelo, otherwise known as "Jello". That's what I like to call him (the dog, not the guy).
Boy those puggles can be jealous little devils when a new woman comes around and starts keeping time with their daddy's. Hence, the jealous nickname, Jello.
Lucky for me, I know every pug and beagle trick in the book. Heck, I probably invented a few of them myself...poor little Jello doesn't realize who he is dealing with or that I have been training pugs and beagles and preparing for this moment my entire life!
Slowly, he is learning to accept me and dare I say.....calm down and warm up to me just a little?
We had a breakthrough this weekend when we were chilling on the couch and all of the sudden Jello came charging up out of nowhere and dive bombed me, landing smack paws down crashing into my chest and then proceeded to use his head like a mad bull, wedging it in between us in a dominant power play to literally try to break up the snuggling action that was going on.
After about 2 months of this jello behavior, I decided it was about time that I reach into my arsenal of obedience training weapons that I haven't had to utilize since Pugsley's wild, out of control puppy days back in the mid 90's. I started with some very rudimentary dominance desensitizing and by calmly but firmly letting him know that he can't walk all over me. And more importantly that he has to learn how to share.
Poor Jello. I think I earned some respect from the little guy though. By the end of our first training session he was sitting calmly on my side of the couch, chin resting on my arm :) He even did a half roll onto his side in a submissive display allowing me to give him gentle little belly rubs and scritches .... progress.
He is a crazy little puggle. I am dating his daddy...we play games in the yard while his daddy is inside taking afternoon naps :)
Isn't it funny how life works.
This is why you should never let your dog outside unattended, even for a minute.
A lot of people think, "well I have a fenced in yard and I know my dog won't go anywhere so it's ok to let them out off the leash for a minute or two alone."
This is one reason why that is NOT a good idea. I have a fenced in dog enclosure at my house and I still never leave my pugs outside alone for a second because I know that is all it takes for a coyote to jump the fence and attack them.
12 year old Lily was lucky the family cat rescued her!
This incident happened here in northeast, but coyotes are all over the country and increasing their population at a rapid rate..
Hawks have also been known to swoop down and attack small pets.
So I was on Petfinder the other day (I've become a regular lately) and of course I was searching under the pug category, just to "see".
Well you wouldn't believe how many weird pug mixes there are: Pugs and Labradors, Pugs and German Shepherds...
How do people LET these things happen??
I mean the puggles and the chugs and the bugs were bad enough, but now they are crossing pugs with BIG DOGS.
I doubt if a female pug could even survive giving birth to a big 1/2 German Shepherd puppy, it would probably rip her apart. And physiologically I don't see how else it could possibly work; a tiny little pug would not be able to mount a big shepherd so you know she is the one carrying these monster Frankenstein puppies..So so terrible!
I try so hard to be a good person. Someone who does not wish harm on anyone or anything. Everyday I try to practice lightness, calmness, gentleness ..and just work at getting to that place where I am at total peace with myself and the world around me.
But oh. my.. goodness. how these people test every last nerve ending and fiber of my being, overwhelming me with the urge to inflict real physical bodily harm, and I don't even believe I would feel one ounce of remorse for it.
These are probably the same people who don't practice safe sex, end up with diseases, and have children they don't really want and can't even take care of but they keep bringing more into the world.
...exhale... inhale...exhale....breathe in.....breathe out...............
Amazing story of one dog's strong will to live. I wish I could adopt this little guy myself.
By KRISTI EATON, Associated Press Kristi Eaton, Associated Press - Wed Mar 2, 11:42 pm ET
The puppy was one of five stray dogs that Sulphur animal control officer Scott Prall put to sleep Friday -- or so he thought. Prall found one of the dogs alive Saturday in a trash bin set aside for dead animals and took it to veterinarian technician Amanda Kloski.
"He was prancing around. He heard me drive up, and he looked up and saw me," Prall said Wednesday.
He said he initially found the stray dog near the animal shelter Friday and tried to kill it by injecting the dog with two lethal doses of a sedative in a foreleg and the heart. Each dose should have been enough to kill the dog, and the second injection was meant to ensure it worked.
Kloski noted the dog's survival on a pet adoption website, drawing the attention of Marcia Machtiger of Pittsburgh, who donated $100 so Kloski could board the dog for a week.
A girl from Sulphur named the puppy Wall-e, after a Disney movie character, and Machtiger posted Wall-e's story on her Facebook page.
She and Kloski are sorting through hundreds of e-mails and phone calls from people wanting to adopt the lucky dog.
"So many people are interested," Kloski said. "Now we're going through and trying to find the adoption applications for the best home."
Wall-e will be placed in a foster home at the end of the week while the search for a permanent home continues. Both Kloski and Machtiger said they have never seen so many people want to adopt one animal.
Machtiger said people are interested in the puppy because his story is unique.
"Having been euthanized basically twice. ... It's a resurrection and a will to live and a medical anomaly," she said.
Sulphur is about 80 miles south of Oklahoma City.
photo credit: Wall-e AP - This photo provided March 2, 2011, by Marcia Machtiger shows a puppy now named Wall-e who managed to ...
I recently read an article which stated something I kind of already knew at a mammalian brain level. Scientific research has shown that petting a dog everyday releases the stress hormone, cortisol.
And living with a dog increases Oxytocin levels (that feel-good "love" hormone). In fact just by having a dog look at you, you get the rush of love hormones.
It totally makes total sense then why my stress levels are so high now, they are causing violent muscle spasms that are actually rotating the vertebrae in my neck.
All this explains my current predicament. Here Plummy (and the Sausage before her) were working hard to keep my cortisol levels at bay while my Oxytocin levels were raised just by having them near.
My theory - Now that is gone and the total opposite has happened. The love hormone disappeared and the stress hormones have taken over.
Life without a dog is very strange to me. And I am a stranger in it.
It has been one month since my sweet Plum has been gone. In some ways it seems like just yesterday and in other ways it feels like forever.
When Plum first came to me in June 2009, she was riddled with health problems. And for the entire time I had her, it seemed we were at the vet's office with some new ailment and I don't exaggerate a bit when I say that I spent the whole year and 7 months trying so hard to fix all of her medical problems.
Of everything she had going on, I was sure it would be something else that did her in: her terrible allergies, her chronic infections, her reproductive issues, her heart condition, her colitis, etc. etc.
Never did I imagine with all those trips to the vet, with all the bloodwork and XRAYS and surgeries, all the office visits and urine checks and stool samples that something as big as kidney failure could sneak by undetected and destroy her within 4 months of her initial diagnosis.
That's the thing about kidney failure in dogs. In most cases (as was the case with Plum) there are virtually no symptoms of the disease until it has progressed to the point where the kidneys have been damaged beyond repair, usually to where they have lost 75% of their functionality.
If anything good can come out of this I would like it to be a warning to other dog owners, of all breeds, of all ages to have your dog checked for kidney disease and maybe save a life or prolong a life. Because it wasn't something I was aware of or I would have been more proactive.
All dog owners should know that routine blood work and checkups at the vet won't detect kidney disease. Even when more advanced blood work and testing is done -like the kind they do before a dog undergoes surgery to check their organs, won't necessarily pick up on it. Neither will the senior wellness checks that they bag you $200 a year for.
To verify if your dog might have a problem, request a full kidney panel from your vet including Creatinine, BUN, Calcium and phosphorus ratios - not just a normal CBC blood workup.
In addition to the bloodwork you should have your dog's urine checked for - not just checked for infections or bacteria, make sure they check the protein and urine specific gravities and make sure they look at all the values of blood and urine together. Normally they won't do this unless the dog is showing signs of advanced kidney disease, when it's too late.
It would also be a good idea to get your dog's blood pressure checked - elevated BP can be a warning sign of kidney trouble brewing.
I know that for me personally, for any dogs I own in the future I will have the test done regularly so I can be more proactive next time. The disease is controllable by diet and medication if it is caught earlier enough. And I think I would have the tests run on my dogs at any age, not just seniors.
A friend of mine recently lost her 2 year old Australian shepherd to kidney failure which it got as result of contracting Lyme Disease.
Certain medications like prednisone can also cause permanent kidney damage to dogs as well, even if they are only the medication for a week or two.
In Plum's case, by the time it was detected she had lost over 80% of her kidney function, was unresponsive to medications, diet changes, and fluid therapy - and she was gone exactly 4 months from the day she was diagnosed. I hear similar timeframes from many other people who had lost dogs to CRF.
It hurts to know I could have had even an extra month or two with her had it been detected earlier, that additional time would have meant the world to me. I am sure others who have lost dogs to this disease feel the same way.
For more information on dogs with kidney disease here is an excellent resource site: http://www.dogaware.com/health/kidney.html
So once again the pug was overlooked in the toy group! Little Oscar (named after De La Hoya) came in 3rd and the Pekinese won the group. Since the Peke is a distant long haired cousin of the pug, I feel better about him winning over say yet another poufy miniature poodle. That is when I start going ballistic at the television screen.
Then there was another upset in the Hound group - I have a soft spot in my heart for Beagles. They are probably my favorite breed after the pug and the 15 inch little girl Lola, I thought, was a shoe in for 1st place!
Lola was full of personality and charm. She trotted regally and played big to the crowd. The judge even called her out first for a second look which usually indicates his final ranking. But alas, sweet little Lola lost to a wiry Scottish Deerhound named Hickory.
The one thing I was thrilled about is the Non-Sporting Group. Usually dominated by the froo froo standard poodles, this yearwent to a beautiful Chinese Shar Pei - Miss Jayne Hathaway, named after the character in "The Beverly Hillbillies.
I couldn't be happier about that pick. I could be wrong but I don't think a Shar Pei has ever won a Best In Show . So, since the pug is out my money is on the wrinkly lady.
I have never seen one in person or gotten a whiff...but I imagine Shar Pei's must smell a lot like pugs, its a smooshy faced wrinkle thing. Delicious.
I hate when people use that phrase "men are like dogs".
Because usually one is using this phrase to denote some type of negative deviant behavior on the part of the man.
i.e. he cheated, he lied, he disrespected:
Guy buddy A to Guy buddy B (picture a drunken college type cocky hi-fiving approval of some dishonorable action) - "You dog!"
Girlfriend A to Girlfriend B (explaining how she caught her boyfriend inappropriately texting another woman) - "He is SUCH a dog!"
The misuse of this phrase in its nonsensical comparison disturbs me to no end.
It is such an insult to dogs.
Dogs are the only creatures on the planet that are 100% faithful, loyal, and capable of unconditional love.
Honestly, I don't know any man who fits that description. Or any human for that matter.
In case you were wondering, I am going through the Anger phase now.
This story reminded me of Plummy's past, and how she came to be with me. How she most likely would have ended up had I not pulled her from that kill shelter in the summer of '09.
Reading this just makes me want to go right out and rescue another pug who has been abandoned by his family. And another one, and another one, and another. As many pugs as I can fit in my house. I may become a pug hoarder one of these days and you'll end up seeing my sad story on Animal Planet.
Have tissues handy..
How Could You?
By Jim Willis
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
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Dogs are very wise creatures.. When they have suffered an injury and are hurt, they crawl away into a quiet corner to lick their wounds, not rejoining the world until they are whole once more.
That's kind of how I feel right now. I have some wounds that need to be licked.
Please stand by.
If you feed your dogs Blue Buffalo Pet Food, be sure to read this press release for recall info!
ASPCA Alerts Consumers About Blue Buffalo Pet Food Recall
Advises Pet Owners to Discontinue Affected Product Use Immediately
October 8, 2010
NEW YORK--The ASPCA® (The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals®) was notified today about a voluntary pet food recall issued by The Blue Buffalo Company. The affected products include Wilderness Chicken Dog food, Basics Salmon Dog food and Large Breed Adult Dog products. Recent reports have indicated that these recipes may contain higher levels of Vitamin D, which can cause hypercalcemia, a serious, if not fatal illness in dogs.
Blue Buffalo products are widely distributed at pet specialty stores as well as other retail and wholesale outlets. Additional information regarding the Blue Buffalo pet food recall can be found at http://bluebuffalo.com/news/vitamin-d-voluntary-recall.shtml.
"The ASPCA advises concerned pet owners who use Blue Buffalo products to contact the company with any questions related to their products and monitor their pets for signs of illness," says Dr. Camille DeClementi, Veterinarian and Senior Toxicologist at the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center. "Should pet owners notice symptoms such as increased thirst, urination, stomach upset or loss of appetite, they should consult their veterinarian or contact the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center for help."
Hypercalcemia is a serious illness that affects the electrolytes in the body and can disrupt normal organ function. Serious cases can result in acute renal failure and cause damage to the heart or central nervous system. Coma and death have occurred in untreated cases.
"The ASPCA strongly advises pet owners to discuss any potential symptoms with their veterinarian and not to diagnose or treat their pet at home," adds Dr. DeClementi.
Veterinary professionals can find additional information about hypercalcemia in dogs at www.aspca.org/pet-care/dog-care/hypercalcemia.html or www.avma.org or call the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center at 888-426-4435. A $65 consultation fee may apply.
This is what I'm talking about, the media glorifying Vick's horrifying involvement in crimes against animals with a headline like this, referring to him as 'Top Dog".
I think I actually feel smoke coming out of my ears.
It just makes me want to projectile vomit my lunch all over Philadelphia Daily News.com.
I am taking a poll...how many of you let your dogs sleep in the bed?
And if so what do you do with them during um, er....relations with your partner?
I mean do you let them sit there and watch? Do you push them to the foot of the bed? Do you make them wait on the floor until you're done?
These are the kind of things that keep me up at night wondering..what is right and what is wrong?
The following story is not pleasant but I have been hearing more and more of these types of horror stories just in the last few weeks, so I feel the need to bring more awareness to the issue, hopefully preventing another tragedy if even one person reads this and it happens to save a life.
I have a friend in the pug rescue community whose friend of hers called last week, she was sobbing and totally bereft.
What happened to her could happen to any one of us.
Her 5 pugs and her elderly foster were outside doing their business. She was inside on the phone with one eye out in the yard on the dogs. After about 10 minutes they started yapping to come in but only 4 came in.
The other two: One of her babies and her foster pug were laying limp in the yard.
There is no need to go into the horror that she experienced. Both dogs had heat stroke. The foster dog and after a struggle in intensive care, her other pug didn't make it either.
Of course she is devastated beyond anything that any of us can comprehend...our heart is breaking for her.
All any of us can do to prevent something like this happening again is to talk about it. Get the word out.
Pugs are a brachycephalic breed. Their short noses make for very compromised respiratory systems.
Pug owners need to understand that anymore than 1 or 2 minutes in temperatures over 80 degrees can be life threatening to any pug, young or old.
This is very serious.
Out of respect for the recent loss and still grieving, I have refrained from mentioning names, dogs or humans. Just know that the story is very real.
A reminder to please read the Pug Summer Tips, on how to keep your pugs (and all short nosed breeds) healthy during the hot summer months: Pass it along.
Stop people on the street you see walking a Brachy breed in the heat or God forbid locked in the car while their owners run even just a quick errand.
Maybe together we can help save a life.
Above all please be responsible and keep your dogs cool this summer.
Drape a cool wet cloth over them if they start to overheat. You could also dip them in a cool bathtub or kiddy pool.
Leave your AC during the day when the house gets the hottest if you are able. If not, leave a fan blowing where they lay. Always leave fresh cold water supply nearby. Sometimes a cool tiled floor is the best place for them to be.
Take them on walks only early in the morning and later in the evening when it is the coolest.
NEVER NEVER NEVER leave them locked in a hot car, not even for a minute.
More information on BRACHYCEPHALIC DOGS (Pug, Boston Terrier, Pekingese, Boxer, Bulldog, Shih tzu or any one of the other breeds with "pushed in" faces) Because of all these upper respiratory obstructions, the brachycephalic dog is an inefficient panter. A dog with a more conventional face and throat is able to pass air quickly over the tongue through panting. Saliva evaporates from the tongue as air is passed across and the blood circulating through the tongue is efficiently cooled and circulated back to the rest of the body.
In the brachycephalic dog, so much extra work is required to move the same amount of air that the airways become inflamed and swollen. This leads to a more severe obstruction, distress, and further over-heating.
It's the way they live 100% in the moment - with no thought of the scars from their past or worries for their future.
They just exist totally in the here and now. They don't think beyond their next meal, walk, or belly rub.
They don't not trust because they have been hurt by love before.
They don't have vanity, ego, or pride issues to deal with.
They don't lie, manipulate, or deceive to get what they want.
They live only to please and serve their masters.
We could all learn a thing or two from dogs.
translation = the heat won't stop
Ok not to be gross or all TMI...but exactly how long is the bleeding phase of a female dog's heat supposed to last? We are going on day 8 with no sign of it slowing down here. She bleeds more than I do for pity sake and she only weighs 17 lbs..
I'm getting tired of giving baths, washing blankets and cleaning up spots on the floor. And I have white couches!!
I attempted to hold her down with the assistance of a 200lb man trying to strap on a $12.99 per package doggy diaper and she nearly took our hands off with the all of 5 teeth she has left in her mouth..... and the friggin' thing slid right off her ass anyway..
Not to mention the doggy mood swings.
Not to mention we are both pms'ing at the same time.
I just read online that some dogs can bleed the entire 21 days of the heat cycle...I have a feeling Purdy may be one of those.
I was sick with food poisoning the other night laid out on the bathroom floor in the fetal position and instead of barking for help or something to that affect she plopped her rear end down next to my head and starting licking herself.
Someone, please tell me it will be over soon.
One small leap for mankind and dogkind today - a pet store in Rocklin, CA. has agreed to stop selling puppies after being flooded with emails, phone calls, and protests.
The word is spreading that we will not tolerate the travesty of puppy mills any longer and retailers are listening. Together our voices are being heard - this is what education and affirmative action can do. Let's keep it up people!
ROCKLIN, CA -- Owners of a Rocklin pet store say they were flooded with e-mails and phone calls, asking them to stop selling purebred puppies. The requests started soon after a Roseville pet store which sold dogs closed last year.
"We won't be selling puppies anymore at the store, we just want to be a good member of the community and it's clear that people don't want us doing it," said Rocklin Family Pet Store owner, Dale Glazer.
Last December, Petland in Roseville closed down in the wake of a News10 investigation. The store allegedly purchased its dogs from so-called puppy mills, which are large-scale breeding operations where dogs are often treated inhumanely.
A protest was scheduled to happen outside the Rocklin Family Pet Center this weekend but has now been canceled by animals rights groups. Instead, the store will host an SPCA pet adoption event this Friday.
Other pet stores have also agreed to stop selling puppies as part of a pledge to the Humane Society of the United States:
Ever have one of those days when you feel like the only living creature on the planet who truly understands you is your dog?
I'm having one of those days.
She thinks to herself as said faithful dog gently rests a comforting chin on her masters shoulder and exhales a knowing sigh at the end of a particularly brutal day.
I have been reading Dr. Pitcairn's Complete Guide to Natural Health for Dogs & Cats and I don't exaggerate a bit when I tell you it has completely changed my life as a pet owner in understanding how domestic animals are fed; how poorly pet food is manufactured, how none of it is government regulated.
I was horrified to learn that even the best intentioned of pet owners (myself included) can unknowingly feed their dogs toxic residues of factory-farmed, antibiotic-fed, hormone-laced cows, chickens and sheep, mixed with spoiled grains and rancid oils, not to mention artificial preservatives and sweeteners they load up to sell more.
Disgusted to find out that some 100,000 pounds per day of diseased animal tissue from the slaughter houses are discarded as not fit for human consumption and what do you think happens to that rotten meat? It gets shipped out directly to the pet food manufacturers.
The USDA does not regulate the multibillion dollar industry and many veterinarians don't speak out against it because it's the executives at these pet food companies that fund their school and business grants.
As a result of the corruption and greed - what we end up putting into our beloved pet's food dishes everyday may very well include rotten flesh and diseased tissue, feathers, ashes, sawdust, toxic metals, artificial flavors, colors, and seasonings that are loaded with known carcinogens.
After reading Dr. Pitcairn's book, I don't think I will ever in good conscious be able to own another dog without cooking their food myself and knowing exactly what ingredients go into their bodies..
I realize all of this may sound a bit extremist and Antiestablishmentarianism but for me the proof is in the pudding...
Just look at the dogs in Europe and South America - they are fed a natural diet of raw meats and real whole foods and the cancer and disease rate over there is miniscule to none. It's a fact that domesticated dogs live longer lives in other countries and die of natural causes and old age.
Furthermore in the 4 short weeks I've been feeding Plum her home cooked diet (based on Dr. Pitcairn's recipe's) I have been able to wean her fully off of her: cortisone pills and shots, toxic antifungals, twice weekly skin baths and I have scaled back greatly on her anti histamine. Her itching, biting, and rubbing has already decreased by about 40% and we won't even realize the full benefit of the home cooked diet for a good 2 months.
Previously she would be scratching and biting her ears, neck and feet raw until they were bleeding with open sores that she self inflicted.
It's already clear to me that commercial pet food was making her sick. To compound her problems the medication she was receiving to relive her symptoms (not treat the root cause) were depositing even more toxins into her body, weakening her already compromised immune system further. No wonder why she couldn't get ahead of her issues.
Yes she is still battling a couple secondary infections but that is to be expected as an initial healing crisis that occurs from flushing out the toxins in her system. It may be a bit premature to say this but I believe once we clear her lingering infections this new diet is going to make all the difference for her. It's the first ray of hope I've had over the past 5 months anyway - and believe me when I say I have tried everything else and spared no expense. I am so excited that it's beginning to show!!
Dr. Pitcairn believes that dog's and cats should be fed as natural a diet as possible,
"Although we have come to accept commercial foods as being normal or natural ways to feed animals (and indeed ourselves), in fact they are not. They are simply what we've gotten used to in the last few decades. But nothing we can produce commercially ever can rival those mysteriously complex foods manufactured for eons by nature itself."
--Richard Pitcairn, DVM
All of this learning has led me to read even human ingredient labels very carefully and I have recently made the switch to a mostly organic dairy diet myself. It has already made a big difference in my hair, skin, and stomach.
I am sure there are some dog foods out there that are ok but the scary thing is there is really no way to tell which! Regardless of whether you have a dog with allergies or not, keep an open mind and pick up Dr. Pitcairn's book, whether you decide to homecook or not.....it is an enlightening read.
Watched Marley and Me.
I knew it would completely wreck me.
Waterworks. Major waterworks.
sniff sniff :(
The movie and television star recently took time out of her busy schedule to host the LA Dogworks event, "A Night of Emotion" to benefit Good Dog Rescue where both she and her fiance Steven Moyer (aka vampire Bill Compton) adopted their dogs.
If you've ever owned a dog with allergies you know how frustrating it can be to go item by item trial and error give and take away things that may be possible triggers to get to the underlying cause.
So far in the short time I've had Plum I've tried 3 different diet changes, numerous antibiotics, prednisone, vetalog cortisone shots, Atopica pills, vet prescribed IVD dog food wet and dry, Wellness brand wet and dry (which is typically great for the majority of our pugs), twice weekly medicated baths, Antihistamine every 4 hours...and despite all this, she is still not where I want her to be. She still gets pink and itchy more than she should.
At this point I have to suspect an underlying systemic yeast condition may be at play and pursue treatment by eliminating any and all sources of yeast including any form of root vegetables. Up until now everything I've fed her has had yeast based items and given that it's nearly impossible to purchase dog food without yeast - I am now just making my own dog food for her so I can control the ingredients. She is now on a strict homemade raw diet flush to purge her system from the inside out for a good month or 2 in hopes that this will do the trick and then we can transition her over to a non yeast based dog food.
It's clear by looking at Plum that in her previous life (which I know nothing about) the one thing I can tell is that her medical needs were completely neglected so there will be years of damage I need to reverse.
I've consulted with a number of other pug rescue rehabilitators who have successfully rehabbed their pink sticky yeasty pugs, as well as two of my vets: both traditional and holistic DVM'S and they all agree this is the next best move for her so I am committed.
• Boneless chicken or Turkey (brown and white, some gizzards mixed in too are good)
• Brown rice
• Frozen vegetables (NOT ROOT VEGGIES like carrot, potato) green beans, spinach
• Frozen berries - blueberries, cranberries
• Bone meal - powder (very important to have the proper calcium/phosphorus ratio).
• Yogurt Plain
I cook the rice first because it takes the longest and let it soak in water overnight to blow it up (the vet said to do this).
Next I boil the chicken, let it cool and grind it up finely in the food processor.
Grind frozen veggies in food processor.
Grind frozen berries in food processor.
Put the stopper in the sink and throw in all the ground ingredients:
I make sure the ratio is 40% meat 30% rice 30% veggies
Next I take out a bunch of zip lock freezer storage bags and spoon in enough for 2 meals per bag. I make enough for 14 bags or a 2 week supply at a time. Then just de-thaw one package per day.
With each meal I spoon out a teaspoon or two of the yogurt and add in a little banana + a few teaspoons of warm water to take out the chill. I then give her a multi-vitamin once a day to make up for the vitamins and minerals she doesn't get from processed dog food.
As well, because the new whole foods diet does not contain any oils it's essential to supplement with a good oil containing omega 3's - I use Grizzly Salmon Oil and add a few squirts to each of her meals.
It's a lot of work I won't lie... but I feel damn good doing it because I know this is the first time in Plum's little life that anyone has ever really cared enough to get to the bottom of her issues and do whatever it takes to fix her up.
Plus, if I ever decide to move to Vermont like Diane Keaton in Baby Boom, then I have already done my field work on how to make really awesome Gourmet
baby dog food. That would be cool.
*Note* I am not a veterinarian or expert please consult your veterinarian before embarking on a home cooked diet for your own dog.
For reference this diet was based on the book I highly recommend by Dr. Pitcairn - Complete Guide to Natural Health for Dogs and Cats.
6:30Am standing in the shower, eyes still squinted tightly closed from the night before, half awake when you reach for the shampoo bottle and proceed to soak up a thick lather working it through from root to tip.... when suddenly it strikes you there is something vaguely familiar but askew about the smell..
That's when you open your eyes, look down at the bottle and make the connection - Malaseb medicated dog shampoo used to treat bacterial and fungal infections in dogs, cats, and horses.
It was bound to happen......Plum has more shampoo bottles in the shower than me.
I don't expect to be doing any itching or scratching on my head or contracting ringworm anytime soon.
On a side note, I don't remember my hair ever being this soft and manageable.
H.R. 3501, the Humanity and Pets Partnered Through the Years (HAPPY) Act.
This Act would amend the Internal Revenue Code to allow an individual to deduct up to $3,500 for "qualified pet care expenses" for a legally owned, domesticated, live animal.
As Americans trim budgets to make ends meet, innocent animals should not go without adequate care. Even a small tax deduction for responsible pet owners will go a long way to meet the needs of companion animals, ease the tax burden of those who own a pet (63 percent of all households) and may even encourage more people to provide loving homes to the countless animals that fill America's shelters.
Please take a moment to sign the petition and urge your representative to co-sponsor H.R. 3501.
Pass it along.
Here is a copy of the actual HAPPY bill:
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HR 3501 IH
H. R. 3501
To amend the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 to allow a deduction for pet care expenses.
IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
July 31, 2009
Mr. MCCOTTER introduced the following bill; which was referred to the Committee on Ways and Means
To amend the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 to allow a deduction for pet care expenses.
Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,
SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.
This Act may be cited as the 'Humanity and Pets Partnered Through the Years (HAPPY) Act'.
SEC. 2. FINDINGS.
The Congress finds the following:
(1) According to the 2007-2008 National Pet Owners Survey, 63 percent of United States households own a pet.
(2) The Human-Animal Bond has been shown to have positive effects upon people's emotional and physical well-being.
SEC. 3. DEDUCTION FOR PET CARE EXPENSES.
(a) In General- Part VII of subchapter B of chapter 1 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 (relating to additional itemized deductions for individuals) is amended by redesignating section 224 as section 225 and by inserting after section 223 the following new section:
`SEC. 224. PET CARE EXPENSES.
`(a) Allowance of Deduction- In the case of an individual, there shall be allowed as a deduction for the taxable year an amount equal to the qualified pet care expenses of the taxpayer during the taxable year for any qualified pet of the taxpayer.
`(b) Maximum Deduction- The amount allowable as a deduction under subsection (a) to the taxpayer for any taxable year shall not exceed $3,500.
`(c) Qualified Pet Care Expenses- For purposes of this section, the term `qualified pet care expenses' means amounts paid in connection with providing care (including veterinary care) for a qualified pet other than any expense in connection with the acquisition of the qualified pet.
`(d) Qualified Pet- For purposes of this section-
`(1) QUALIFIED PET- The term `qualified pet' means a legally owned, domesticated, live animal.
`(2) EXCEPTIONS- Such term does not include any animal-
`(A) used for research or owned or utilized in conjunction with a trade or business, or
`(B) with respect to which the taxpayer has claimed a deduction under section 162 or 213 in any of the preceding 3 taxable years.'.
(b) Clerical Amendment- The table of sections for part VII of subchapter B of chapter 1 of such Code is amended by striking the last item and inserting the following new items:
`Sec. 224. Pet care expenses.
`Sec. 225. Cross reference.'.
(c) Effective Date- The amendments made by this section shall apply to taxable years beginning after December 31, 2009.
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Just curious - do your pugs, or other breeds for that matter, ever do back kicks or circles when they go to the bathroom?
I laugh out loud ever time I witness this. And I find it so funny how each dog seems to have their own little rituals of marking or whatever it is they are trying to do.
Pugsley for instance, would circle about 10 times before he went # 2. I always thought he had a touch of doggy OCD b/c he had to keep circling and circling until he found just the right spot.
And on occasion after eliminating - if and only if he was feeling particularly spry and stout that day - he would crank out a couple back kicks just to put the exclamation point on top of his load.
I have to say the Sausage, bless his little soul, was not the most graceful of kickers - his little chicken legs in the front made his hind quarters awkward and wobbly. Oftentimes he would lose balance and catch himself from falling over to the side despite his valiant efforts.
Boy do I miss that Sausage.
Then as a capper he would take off running in a mad dash back for the house with an ear-to-ear grin on his face like he'd just accomplished the biggest feat in the world! This may also have had something to do with the fact that I gave him a "poopie treat" each time he went.
Now Miss Plum on the other hand - She is a kicker! She never kicks after #2 though, only #1. Maybe that's a male dog thing?
When the ACC van pulled into my driveway to drop her off, poor little Plum was so scared of the big guy with leather gloves coming at her that she wouldn't come out of the cage and was viciously trying to bite him. Finally I had to climb into the back of the van that was stacked full of homeless dogs in cages and I had to coax her out with nothing more than my bare hands and a soothing voice. I think we bonded right then and there.
She was in sad shape and ACC guy had a doubtful look in his eye like, "How are you ever going to be able to help this dog?" When I finally got her out onto the lawn she immediately squatted and peed and then launched into the fiercest back kicks I have ever seen! That's when I knew she had a whole lot of feisty left in her.....I just looked over at the big gloved ACC guy and said, "She's a kicker!" Then he drove off to make more deliveries.
And boy is she...a kicker.
When it comes to doing her lady business she doesn't circle at all.... and she is slow as the day is long, like I'm thinking of taking my book outside with me to get 10 or so pages in while I'm waiting for her to go!
But when she finally does go her back legs are steady and swift as quicksilver! Each time after she pees, without fail, she lowers her body back down to the ground to really get some dirt under her paws. On a good day she'll catch a patch of grass and make it fly, too. I tell you she kicks and kicks like I've never seen a girl pug kick. You'd be surprised too because she looks so dainty and unassuming. I've noticed her thing is to kick 4 times on each leg, 8 kicks in total.
I tried to find some pictures on the web of silly dogs doing back kicks to illustrate but I don't think any exist. Could that really be possible? With all the sick sh*t on the internet there are no photos of dogs doing back kicks after potty?
I will remedy this asap with my new Nikon D80. It will be one of my first action shots....I'm thinking I will use my 70-300MM lens in morning light.
So, what funny rituals do your dogs do?
Hands down Pug is my favorite smell in the world. That smooshy face odor that emanates from their mopy heads, waxy ears, and soppy wrinkles.
It smells better than sex and babies. Murphy's oil soap, eucalyptus, and chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
My nose delights in the circus of their smells.
I am an addict; I confess that I'm hooked on "p".
Plum likes to fall asleep nuzzling me w/ her head directly under my nose so I get a good whiff of what I imagine heaven must smell like.
I woke up this morning with a floppy pug ear on my pillow, directly under my nose. Somehow she had wedged herself into that empty space between me and the other side of the bed that's been vacant for years.
And for some reason I got that John Denver song stuck in my head -
"Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy. Sunshine almost always makes me high."
See I talk a tough game, but deep down in the stillness of dawn I'm all, "Take Me Home Country Road" and Thank God I'm a country
All John Denver'isms aside - any discerning pug owner knows of what I speak. They understand a house just isn't a home without pug smells emanating from every room. And I think it means more after going without for a long period of time.
It must be the same feeling for rescues, how they must feel to have a warm human hand touch them kindly after years of neglect and abandonment.
I am realizing it's not just the delicious pug eau'dor that I have missed so much about having a pug around.
It's the way dogs live in the moment. With no thought of the scars from their past or worries for their future. They just exist totally in the here and now. They don't think much beyond their next meal, walk, or belly rub.....and on a daily basis they remind us to do the same.
Ah, Canis Lupus - my second favorite Latin term that starts with a c and ends in an s.
Think back to when you owned your first dog and all the life lessons they taught you. Things you experienced for the first time: responsibility, playfulness, unconditional love....things you still carry with you today.
In their company, your senses feel more alive. More acute. More aware.
Quite simply, I'm a better person with a dog in my life.
And having a pug in the house again reminds me that I am soft.
Plum's new thing is she likes to plant herself on my lap while I'm working in the home office. Doesn't matter if I'm busy typing away, chatting on conference calls, or wiggling my legs around in the chair. She just plants herself there and hangs on for the ride.
Pardon the messy desk. It's on my list of things to do..
I just finished watching the Toy Group at the Westminster Dog Show. Once again I think it is fixed because the pug didn't win. This year's Pug, Boo, came in second though which is a big climb up from previous years. I do have to say the Brussels Griffon that won the group was very cute and puglike.
Ah, maybe it's better the pug doesn't win. It would just put the puppy mills and backyard breeders into overdrive.
Question I have always wondered.... why do the dog show judges have to cup the male dog's testicles? What exactly are they checking for?
I was born under the Chinese Zodiac in the Year of the Dog.
Here is what it says about Dog people:
Like his animal namesake, he is Loyal. He is the one who people are most likely to turn to when they need help. The dog person will come through every time. That is because he/she is sensitive to others and empathizes with them, particularly if someone has suffered an injustice; he/she reacts quickly with the same feeling as though he/she had been personally offended. Friends know that they can rely upon their Dog friend to keep a promise or remain cool in a crisis. Dog people are somewhat selfish, terribly stubborn, and eccentric. They can find fault with many things and are noted for their sharp tongues and rebellious nature. Dogs are also considered to be good looking, graceful, likeable and nice. They are honest, intelligent, straightforward, well-meaning, playful, and quirky. They will take on any responsibility that is given to them and you can be sure that they will do their job well.
Dog types do not tolerate weakness. They will work to push the weakness or the whole person with weakness out of their lives (the pack) if the behavior continues.
Dogs ideal jobs: politician, scientist, actor/actress, teacher, writer, movie director, secret agent, pub landlord/landlady.
It sounds mostly true, doesn't it? Maybe this is why I feel so akin to animals, specifically to dogs.
I have always believed dogs have the ability to see things we don't see and know things we don't know. And I believe they carry some mystical element as descendant's from their great ancestor, the wolf.
I believe they are teachers.
Now here is the weird thing -- Lately where ever I go I find dogs gravitating towards me: dogs on the street, neighbor dogs, family dogs, friend's dogs, etc. I go to parties and the dogs of the house hover around circling me like they sense something or are trying to communicate, or protect.
This weekend I was at a bonfire party at this house I'd never been to before. One of the labs, a big yellow one (who seemed extremely skittish) approached me and let me pet him a bunch of times. The dog's owner said he was really surprised because the dog never warms up to people he doesn't know, let alone approach them. And especially not females for some reason. Yet he kept following me around all night nudging and nuzzling me. Bowing his head to my hand in a submissive way that made me think it was actually painful for him to do so, but he felt compelled to anyway.
It's not just that though....the dogs in my family have been scenting me more. Sitting quietly by my side letting me run my hands over their hackles, smell their smells, play with their ears, and rub their bellies.
My mother's dog Isaac, who Pugsley had spent a lot of time with, has been behaving weird lately too. He came into my apartment the other week to hang out with me and did something that really freaked me out; he lay down on a rug in the hallway and positioned himself directly in front of this life size ceramic pug statue that I have. For the longest time he lay there like a sphinx, nose to nose with it. At first he just stared directly into its eyes, but then he rested his chin to the floor and let out a series of low sad whimpers. He would look at the pug statue, then look at me, then put his chin to the floor and cry.
It was as if he was trying to communicate and say, "I know he's gone and I miss him too."
It was so sad but incredibly touching at the same time.
I spotted this bumper sticker on the back of someone's car the other day and thought it really sums up the way we should be approaching our everyday life. I bet if more people followed this motto the world would be a happier place.
Another simple yet effective lesson we can learn from our canine friends.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was just enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying and that his dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while they came to a high white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate between the arches that looked like mother of pearl, and that the street that led beyond the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my dog come in too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment, then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, the man came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me" he called to the reader, "Do you have any water?"
"Yes, there's a pump right over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate and, sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man, who was standing by then, waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" he asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," he said, "the man down the road said that was heaven too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the street of gold and the pearly gates? That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the people who would leave their dogs behind.......