Saturday, December 26, 2009
Stanley slept a lot during the day, but we had a sucessful sub-q fluid session in the morning. This was my second time EVER sticking a needle into a living thing. My first time was Christmas Eve, my stomach was one big knot all day, knowing what I was facing. It went pretty well for my first attempt. The clinic forgot to tell me about the valve that needs to be opened and closed. In the beginning, there wasn't any fluid flowing; but a friend told me about the valve and we had a good session. (The clinic sent Stanley home for Christmas with an full IV bag, I need to get fluids under his skin once or twice a day, depending upon how much he also drinks during the day)
Stanley perked up in the evening at my sister's house. He had a nice meal of rice, water/gravy and a bit of turkey. He sat up and sniffed around at his different environment.
Since his is one of the cart kids, I started the sub-q fluids in his two haunches, where he has less feeling. I needed to stack the odds in my favour for our first couple of sessions. This morning we had to move up to the shoulder area. I got the needle in ok, but he could feel the fluids more, wiggled about and the needle came out before a full session. That is ok; I will do another half session tonight and then we will be on evening sessions, in preparation for me going back to work. Mornings are too busy to try fluids then.
Monday is "decision" day, if this course of treatment will support his kidneys and give him a quality of life. One of the key factors will be if we can keep him eating. IF his bloods tests are acceptable, then we will be doing these treatments every day. Such a small thing to do, if it gives my boy more (quality) time with us.
Who knows, he may be back in his cart soon :-) for that picture that I haven't taken yet to show off his new wheelchair.
Whatever the outcome, I have to thank several quiet angels. The vet clinic has received several donations towards Stanley's vet bill. Each angel has sworn the clinic to secrecy. I can make guesses, but don't know for sure who all has been so generous to my boy. Thank you is inadequate. Without these extra payments towards his bill, he would not have this chance. Thank you too to Dr. Makawol. All the clinic staff went above and beyond for Stanley while he was in hospital. As well, Dr. M. gave us a "holiday discount" on the hospital stay.
I am overwhelmed and humbled by the generosity and love shown to us this past week. Thank you is inadequate, but all that I have. Thank you and may God bless all of Stanley's quiet angels.
Merry Christmas everyone and wishing everyone health and happiness for 2010.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Stanley has been in hospital with kidney failure. He will be home for Christmas as the vet clinic is closed. I will be giving him sub-q fluids for the weekend, and we will re-evaluate his condition on Monday.
I don't know if I can stand to lose two of my furbabies in less than two weeks.
Heidi, Valentin and Pogo are very subdued. They know things are very wrong.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
There I sat, alone and afraid,
You got a call and came right to my aid.
You bundled me up with blankets and love.
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.
I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold.
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend.
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.
And just when I thought you'd done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.
First you said, "Sweetheart, you're ready to go.
I've done all I can, and you've learned all I know."
Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss.A
long came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay.
At first I thought you sent me away.
Then that second lesson became perfectly clear.
No matter how far, you will always be near.
And so, Foster Mom&Dad, you know I've moved on.
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.
But I'll never forget what I learned that first day.
You never really give your fosters away.
You gave me these thoughts to remember you by.
We may never meet again, and now I know why.
You'll remember I lived with you for a time.
I may not be yours, but you'll always be mine.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Fast forward 4 years, with chiropractic and accupuncture treatments, supplements, and other therapy, our little girl can stand and walk in deliberate steps. Running to keep up with the others is bunny hop. She bounces more than Tigger! Everyone is thrilled for her to have come this far and have regained some of her mobility. She uses her cart outside, but can get around in the house without it.
Last night, I came home from work to find Heidi's diaper down around her ankles (she has never regained bowel and bladder control). Valentin and Pogo have tried to steal Stanley's blanket from his expen, so Stanley (14, downed, very short sighted) is sitting in his squished expen, and the mill foster in the front hallway is in danger of finger/paw painting in her poop, so Heidi's diaper is going to have to wait for a minute. What's this I hear? A tail beating a tattoo on the floor? It must be Pogo and his smooth little tail. NO!! It is Miss Heidi!!! Free of the diaper, her little tail is just a blur as it wags!!!!!!!!! This is HUGE!! She has been able to wag her tail on her own for some time now, but never this hard and this fast. Our little girl (who is probably around 11 or 12) has come so far in her recovery, is there more to come????? Maybe control of bodily functions??? I am fine with the diapers, but wouldn't it be wonderful for her!
Again, I come back to the core reason for this blog. Do not give up on the downed ones (or other "handicaps"). They will suprise you. Heidi did not get the memo that she was paralized and had no hope of recovery - so she does not know that she is not supposed to be able to do these things. And I am certainly not going to be the one to tell her so.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Mom is going to do some research and post more about their work here. We are not sure if she takes in other disabilities as well. We have heard that she does not have the financial foundation that Best Friends has. So if any of our readers know about Healing Hearts, or want to do some research about them too, please "speak" and let us know too.
Maybe we can form our own international "cart gang" :-)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Valentin and Pogo got into the Tylenol gel caps and were very sick doggers. They are better now, but want to warn every dog to stay away from those things. We thought Pogo might be a gonner there for a while and boy, did Valentin ever throw up!!! Three days of barfies, not fun for any of us.
Stanley continues to lose weight. His belly bands are too big for him now. Mom is looking for foods to fatten him up. Shhhh, don't tell our friends over at Luv My Dachshunds this. Their mom just put them on a diet. Only Stanley is getting the good stuff, Valentin is on a d-i-e-t and the rest of us are staying stable. With the cold weather coming, mom is watching all our weight carefully.
Daisy Mae received some beautiful knit sweater/dresses. She is warm and stylin' when she goes out. We will nudge our mom to show you her picture soon.
Have a good night everyone.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
He sleeps so soundly now that it takes several minutes to wake him in the morning and I havent even heard any snores coming from my little "Snorey Bear" either.
Warm and comfy, he snuggles right down on the mattress at night, gives a little doggie sigh and is off to dreamland.
We have another new day bed too for the handicapped kids to show you as well. It is made from the same material as crib mattresses. It is a nice, firm foam so that the cart kids and wheel right up to it and have a snooze while staying level. The firmness means that they won't be struggling in a regular pillow type bed and it will put less stress on their backs by staying level while snoozing.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
First of all, background to this for newer readers.
I am an EARS volunteer (Emergency Animal Response Support). http://www.uan.org/ for more on that. Readers' Digest version, we help animals in any emergency, such as natural disasters (hurricanes, forest fires) or criminal seizures where the local shelter is overwhelmed with the numbers of seized animals requiring care.
In our basic training, we are encouraged to have personal disaster plans of our own, for our families and pets. The goal is to be part of the solution rather than the problem. Besides, it looks bad on the resume if someone has to rescue the rescuer.
To this end, I do have some basic plans. I don't have the full disaster kit that I should (pet photo ID, dog food, diapers for the special needs kids, copies of vaccine records, leashes, etc all in a "grab and go" container- the UAN website has a complete list). I do have several battery and rechargeable flashlights, a battery radio and a battery/crank radio & light combo, as well as half of Ikea's candle supply complete with 2 large boxes of wooden matches. I try to always have a sealed bag of each type of dog food on hand as well.
Last week Southern Ontario was hit with unprecedented waves of tornadoes and storm cells. One black funnel cloud was seen making its way down Yonge Street (the longest street in North America) in downtown Toronto. NOT an event that anyone would have imagined could happen.
I had the weather channel on the TV and they were saying "if you live in X,Y,Z cities, go to your basement NOW". I live in one of those cities. With that, out went our power. It was getting dark outside, but nothing that should have triggered a power failure. This is not good.
My one emergency light came on automatically, I grabbed the big flashlight, battery radio and battery lantern and took them to the basement, calling Valentin and Pogo to come with me. Pogo froze on the stairs and had to be carried down (trip #2 on the stairs). With them safely in the basement exercise pen (already erected), I then made 3 more trips for Heidi, Daisy Mae and Stanley; snatching up my cell phone as I went to alert my sister to make for her basement as well.
Because I had to carry a flashlight with me to see the stairs, each of the paralized dogs had to be ferried down the steps individually. This took WAY too long. As I was making each sucessive trip, the sky outside was turning a more erie orange/pink/green. It looked like something from a bad 1950's science fiction movie, just before the aliens land. Knowing that I had to make several trips to get everyone safely downstairs, I started the process as soon as the first alerts had gone out. What scares me is the time it took, if it had been more urgent........ I had thought I could get everyone and everything to the basement in 3 trips. V and P, with hardware (lights/radio) in one trip, the girls on the second trip and Stanley on the third. It took me 5 trips and at least 3+ minutes, NOT good in an urgent situation.
We spent about an hour in the basement, listening to the radio reports. This was an exceptional enough event that our usual FM station suspended regular broadcasts and joined with their AM all-new sister station for 2 hours. At the end of it, there was one death, numerous cars tossed about like dinky toys, 45 houses declared unsafe, an untold number of houses completely destroyed and about 150 homes evacuated across Southern Ontario, plus the usual downed trees and about 10,000 homes without power.
I am revising our emergency plans now. Hooks for the side door stairwell, where I can hang extra leashes, one battery radio to live downstairs, either a flashlight to live in the stairwell, or one of those lights you can strap on your head, so that I can see the stairs and carry 2 dogs at a time and a carry bag for Heidi (as she is the smallest and lightest of the handicapped kids to carry - I might be able to carry all 3 in a pinch with her in the bag). I need to dramatically cut down the time it takes me to get 2 able pawed and 3 disabled furkids to the basement singlehandedly. I had always thought Valentin and Pogo could get downstairs on their own. Pogo freezing in terror and needing to be carried, had not crossed my mind. DUMB!! I need to factor in storm sounds, scared dogs, to the plans. I know better, too, that is why I am kicking myself.
Those are the plans, if we have to head to the basement again, but 140 homes had to be evacuated; either because of damage to the homes or gas leaks. 38 more homes have been declared unsafe to live in. I need to get plans together for alternate shelter (factoring in closed roads, downed trees, flooding, etc). My sister could be our first line of evacuation, but she lives close by and could easily be impacted by the same reasons we would need to flee our home.
I have a pile of "stuff" in my van right now. I get home from work and think "I am too tired tonight, I will deal with it tomorrow". If we had had to leave home, stuffing all 5 in the van would have been problematic, to say the least, and definately time consuming. A further concern, is that the Canadian government has said they will VOLUNTARILY follow the new US law requiring pets to be evacuated with their families (a post-Katrina law); however, this did not happen in the recent BC fires. People were not allowed to take pets with them. I will not leave without the furkids and the faster and easier that I can get them out with me, the more likely emergency worker are likely to let me bring them without a fight.
Tornados, hurricanes, earthquakes, forest fires are not "likely" events in my area; not like California, the southern US, or the Eastern Seaboard. There are other types of disasters too, such as the gas leaks, train derailments, a fire today at a furniture manufacturer where the fumes were toxic. Many years ago, a train did derail and the tanker cars ruptured, sending toxic fumes throughout neighbourhoods. Several months ago a propane company blew up in the night; many of the resdients are still not back in their homes.
I cannot stress enough that everyone needs to have a plan to keep their families and pets safe; especially your pets, as you can pretty well bet your municipality does not have plans for them.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Everyone is fine, we have lots to share when I am finally home for more than sleeping and changing doggie diapers.
A small sneak preview: Stanley has his own personal bathtub that is going to be the envy of all his doggie pals, Daisy Mae has received two beautiful, handmade sweater dresses from a fan, our disaster plan had to be put into action (tornado warnings) and lots more.
For those who also follow Telly, his mom is occupied at the moment. Telly's "brother", Linus, has gone down. Linus has been seen by a specialist and is on 10 weeks crate rest.
Back soon with pictures and details.
Monday, August 10, 2009
We will be back to blogging again, shortly.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our friend, Telly.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
With her heart murmur, she could not be anesthetized for stitches. The vet was able to stitch the smaller wound under local freezing. The bigger owie needed more than freezing, so it could not be stitched.
Some dear friends are sending Daisy Mae a scootsack, so that this should not happen again. I will post a picture of DM in her new scootsack when it arrives. She also cannot use her cart again until this is completely healed as the saddle will rub the wound that could not be stitched. Poor little girl.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Many healing thoughts for her. I have also referred her parents to Dodger's List www.dodgerslist.com
It is full of information, not only for during an IVDD crisis, but for preventative measures and for post-treatment help as well. I would encourage everyone to visit their site.
IVDD (Invertebrate Disc Disease) is prevalent in doxies (1 in 4), other breeds can suffer disc injuries as well.
Get well soon Poppy,
Monday, July 6, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thinking especially of all our troops who are not home today.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Details and a few pictures when we recover. (I was so busy during the day that I got very few photos). Our good friend took photos and will be putting them on her blog http://luvmydachshunds.blogspot.com/ when she gets back home. She will be emailing them to me as well and I will put some up here too.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
You wait for your turn in a boardroom with sliding glass doors. Everyone who walked by came to a dead halt in their tracks when they saw Stanley sitting patiently in the stroller. "Ahhhh", "ohhhhh". He had his own fan club by the time it was our turn to be interviewed.
My prayers were answered and his bowels did not function while we were on camera (those treats can sneak up on you, you know)
Ann fell totally in love with him and stayed after the show to visit one-on-one with Stanley. Her time is highly scheduled, it is rare that she can linger, but our boy is a heart-breaker and "resistance is futile".
Our "star" is still his humble, loveable self. When we got home, he sat patiently while all the others sniffed him over to find out where he had been; then a little supper and off to bed.
Friday, June 12, 2009
This coming Tuesday, June 16 I will be on to talk about Wienerfest. Stanley will be coming with me :-) It will be on Rogers Channel 24. The show starts at 5:15, we will be on sometime after 5:30. The first two guests are always the local shelter and the "ask a vet" segment. Heidi went with me last year, so this year is Stanley's turn.
Wienerfest is Canada's largest dachshund picnic. We had almost 1,000 dachshunds and 4,000 of their humans attend last year. Wienerfest and Rehab for Rescue are sponsoring Stanley's new cart too. He will receive it at the picnic June 27th.
I know the show's host, Ann Rohmar, is going to fall in love with Stanley, but he is such a low key boy that I am sure his "celebrity" status won't go to his head.
Hmmmmm, which belly band to wear???? The leopard one??? It's an animal show, I guess animal print would not be politically correct. The yellow one with the dancing cows???? Too frivolous. The blue one with the kittens on it??? No, cross-breed dressing, not a political can of worms we want to open (lol). I think we will go for the plain white belly band. Functional, understated, it is past May 24, so ok to wear white now - one must be fashionably "correct" :-).
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I have no idea what has gotten into Pogo and Valentin these days. AGAIN !!! Bad dogs. I had to work at my part time job last night. I came home from the office, fed everyone, changed the handicapped kids diapers, etc and went to my part time, retail job.
When I got home last night there was an empty dog food bag in the middle of the kitchen floor, along with a HUGE pile of poop and two dogs (Pogo and Valentin) complaining that their "fur was too tight" :-) (They had also gotten the girls' bag of food out of the cupboard, but it was untouched. Either it did not appeal as much to them, or they were too stuffed with the Pacifica to care).
They had moved Stanley's exercise pen away from the base cabinets, opened the kitchen base cupboard door and pigged out on the rest of the bag of Acana Pacifica dog food (big time fish smell). Again, Stanley was sitting there like wise, old Yoda with that look on his face "I told you that you would get in trouble". Given the mess in Heidi's diaper this morning, I would say that she participated in the snack fest too.
So, the basement for the two "bad boys" and child safety locks for the dog food cupboard. Dog knows what those two will get up to in the basement. Rather than let them have the run of the entire unfinished basement (it is insulted, warm and dry), they may be put in a double exercise pen - for their own safety's sake.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
On another note, Pogo and Valentin are in the dog house big time. The busted out of the kitchen gate yesterday and got into the BIG garbage bag. There were poopy diapers and used pee pads all over the living room and someone had pooped there too. I have to work at my part time job tonight, so tomorrow night's project will be to secure the basement for its two new "tenants" while I am at work. Saturday's project will be to rent a carpet steamer.
They both know they are in big time trouble, they were soooo good and polite last night. When mom uses the words "BAD DOG!!!" they know they crossed the line big time. (and in Valentin's case, "MAUVAIS CHIEN!!" He knows when mom uses French he is truly in trouble. Pogo seems to have forgotten more of his French than Valentin has). Stanley sat in his pen with a look on his face as if to say "I told you that you would be in big trouble". The girls slept the sleep of the innocent in their doggie beds in my room.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
We had a rescue booth at a local neighbourhood street festival. Stanley was there in his covered wagon. He may have diminished sight with his cataracts, but he followed the movement of the people with his head (always tracking where I was with Heidi) and he soaked up all the attention and pats from passersby. The dear boy was so busy being a Rescue Ambassador that he missed his morning nap and did not take his afternoon nap until almost 3pm.
Stanley sat in his covered wagon, which worked out perfectly for him. He was comfy and safe, yet his head is higher than the sides of the wagon when he sits up. If anything, he was a bit cool with the shade of the canopy, so I just covered him with one of his baby blankies and he was quite comfortable. (He will be measured for his own hand knit sweater at Wienerfest later this month.)
As usual, I took my camera with me, but was so busy at the booth that I did not get a picture. Another volunteer did get some shots of the booth, so I will post them as soon as she sends them to me. We have two more events this month and I PROMISE to take pictures.
We raised $165 for the rescue and by the time we packed up and got home, there was an adoption application for one of our dogs waiting for us. It is from someone who saw Stanley and Heidi at the booth and have applied to adopt one of the other dachshunds in our rescue.
My little snorey bear had a good night's sleep Saturday night after all his hard work. (When my niece was a child, she received a teddy bear that snored when you laid him down. The toy was called "Snorey Bear", which has become Stanley's nickname because of his ever so gentle snoring.) Heidi, too, was out like a light after her day of charming people and demonstrating her wheelchair. (Mom was pretty wiped out too, old age isn't sneaking up on me, it is galloping towards me.)
Oh yeah, as an added bonus, this was all arranged by Angel's adopted mom (see December Multi task post and January Dachshund Wannabe post for Angel's story). Angel, now called Bella, was there too. She is still a bit nervous around so many people, but she has come so far in such a short time. It was so good to see her meeting people with growning confidence, jut 6 months after we pulled her out of that puppy mill where she had lived for the first 5 years of her life.
Saturday was a really good day.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Mom left a bag of these really yummy treats on the shelf in the kitchen. The aroma of them was driving us all crazy (eucalyptus and parsley breath treats). Being the good older brother, I got them down for all of us (except Stanley, we couldn't get them through the bars to his pen). Mom was not happy to see the empty bag on the floor tonight. She said "no supper tonight" :-( (It's ok, we got supper).
Valentin reporting out from the dog house.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I want to tell you about her Heidi, as she was an IVDD success story. Heidi had two episodes with her back. Crate rest and steroids worked the first time, the second time surgery was successful. Heidi had several good years after her back surgery. Pam ensured that Heidi's back stayed healthy with maintenance therapy treatments, weight management, no stairs, etc.
Sadly, we lost her today to a nasty disease that would not let Heidi's body produce its own red blood cells. Pam did everything she could for Heidi, including blood transfusions, drug therapy, etc. but Heidi lost her 6 month battle today.
Our Bridge Candle will be lit tonight for Pam's Heidi and our thoughts and prayers are with Pam and her other standard dachshund, Petey, as they cope with their loss.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I was thinking of how to transport Stanley and co. this summer and found this
For costume contests, I was going to hang a sign "Prairie Dogs" on the side of the wagon. My sister suggested "Little Dogs on the Prairie". I wanted to know if this was a widely recognized title, or if people would just scratch their heads (or if it was still a cute title, even if they didn't know about the children's series).
For general transport, my plan is to put Heidi in the doggie stroller and Stanley & Daisy Mae in the wagon. I can push the stroller with one hand and pull the wagon with the other. The stroller hand can also control the two leashes (man, what a production with this crowd!!).
FYI, I will be using my wooden, 50 year old, vintage Radio Flyer wagon. I splurged and bought a twin bed size piece of memory foam. With it, I can make a pad for the wagon, one for Stanley's day pen, one for the stroller and one for Stanley's bed/laundry basket. Memory foam cannot get wet, so all will be wrapped and sealed in construction garbage bags (cheaper than buying vinyl).
I can get some small hooks and hang the three wheelchairs from the back of the wagon for transport.
I am not happy about the price (in US dollars) of the canopy, but I can't find suitable materials to make the supports if I try to make one myself. Any ideas???
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
A big THANK YOU to the Rehab for Rescue Fund and Wienerfest for providing Stanley with his Eddie's Wheels. Eddie, himself, will be presenting Stanley with his new cart at Wienerfest, so I will certainly get pictures of that.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Stanley was almost "lively" tonight. He has spent the entire evening outside his "room". He tracks where I go and he is starting, very tentatively, to engage Valentin and Pogo. They are the two most active ones, who are around Stanley the most. He and Heidi have been checking each other out as well. Foster Daisy Mae, well, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Our girl does like her power naps. With her heart murmur, who can blame her.
Stanley is now eating 100% kibble. I get a L@@K as if to say, "what happened to the good stuff?", but he slowly plods through his plain old kibble. It is so strange to have a dachshund take his time eating. Everyone else dives into their bowls.
I am making arrangements now to have Stanley measured for a cart. He is being sponsored by Wienerfest (http://www.wienerfest.ca/) and the Rehab for Rescues program at the Canine Wellness Centre. So, very soon, Stanley will be much more mobile. We will be able to run our own cart division wienerdog races pretty soon (If we can wake up Miss Daisy Mae that is)
Surf's Up !!!
I came home tonight to find Valenin on the kitchen counter yet again. I know that I said "one more time and to the basement", but I think I found his "step stool". There is a covered canister about knee height in the kitchen. I thought it was pulled far enough away from the counter, but Valentin might have done a "Rocky the Flying Squirrel" from it to the counter. I have taken the covered can away completely; so, one more chance, but only one.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
One more time and he and Pogo will be spending their days in the basement when I am out.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Well, excuse me please, for keeping the furkids awake with my cough. How inconsiderate of me!!!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Picking him up tonight, I think he may have gained back a bit of weight. He seemed a bit heavier to lift tonight. I shall have to pass by the vet's office next week to weigh Stanley. His belly band seems a bit tighter to fasten up as well. All that good hamburger and rice are working their magic. Now for my next trick ...... weaning Stanley off home-cooked meals and back onto dog food.
His blood test results came back and everything is within normal results for a 13 year old dog. I think he may have just been missing his old family and sad/confused about his time at the shelter. At least the worry of kidney or liver issues is behind us and we can focus now on helping Stanley to settle into our little family.
He has perked up enough to enjoy some sunshine and a couple of "bathing beauties".
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I slept in (until 8 am), and lounged over morning coffee. It was a bit cool, but a lovely, sunny day; so I opened all the curtains, rolled up the blinds and opened the inside front doors to let in all that sunshine and fresh air. While I was cleaning house and (finally) getting the last of my bedroom furniture built, the kids were doing one of the favourite dachshund things; lounging in the sun.
I thought I was lucky enough to manage a photo of the entire gang, having everyone looking at the camera at the same time was asking too much, lol.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I don't know if he was the counter-culprit on Thursday, or if he learned from his brother's example. I suspect the latter, as it is quite evident (ewww, don't ask for details, please) that Valentin had been stuck up there for quite some time and was too afraid to jump down (thank goodness). It had to be the one day that I did not get home for lunch. He was there from sometime after 8 am until 5pm!!!
I swear those two are trying to kill me - death by dachshund induced heart attack.
I have made very sure that there isn't anything anywhere near the cupboards that these two could conceivably use as a stepping stone to greater heights. Now if I could just get my heart started again :-)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I went home at lunch today to care for Stanley and what greeted my eyes when I walked into the kitchen??? Garbage everywhere!!!
Pogo had gotten up on the kitchen counter top. YES, you read that right. A little short-*ssed dachshund, with 3 inch front legs somehow got himself up onto the kitchen counter top. The garbage bag that was hanging from the upper cabinet handle was in shreds. A full can of dog food had been knocked off the counter into Stanley's pen. Thank goodness it did not hit him on the head! A cookbook loaned to me by a co-worker was on the floor but not chewed. We won't talk about the rest of the eeeewww that scattered from h*ll to breakfast, nor the last 3 tea biscuits that no longer exist.
I know that Pogo is guilty party as he had the handle of a plastic grocery bag around his neck. Valentin is a garbage picker too, but he limits himself to what he can reach on his hind legs. Don't forget that Pogo has 3 loaves of bread to his "credit" (from the kitchen counter top).
The guilty party is now contemplating his sins in a crate in the middle of the kitchen floor for the afternoon. I am not taking bets that he will be inside the crate when I get home.
I really don't want to ex-pen them in the basement during the work day, but I am hard pressed to come up with another solution. I don't want to crate him on an ongoing basis, because if I can't get home at lunch for any reason, he will have to go 8 hours without access to pee pads or water.
Oh yeah, I got a locking garbage can. I came home to find the bag shredded in the middle of the kitchen floor and the can still locked !!!
Maybe his new name should be Pogo-stick-Jumpin'-Jack-Houdini.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
God Bless Dr. B, all he charged me for tonight was the prescription a/d canned food.
The vet is becoming as concerned as I about Stanley. His urine burns and skin are healing, but our boy is not well.
I am now trying a/d prescription food, canned tuna and grocery store kibble in order to get him to eat. He was fed grocery store kibble by his original owner, so maybe that is what he is missing. Grasping at straws to help this little boy.
If he does not show some improvement within the next 48 hours, we will do some more testing. The vet is concerned about possible kidney or liver issues. Stanley has been with me for 10 days now. I am praying that he will be with us for some time to come, but it is starting to look like we will need a miracle. For now, plans to order a cart for him are on hold.
I have a couple more photos that I will post later tonight, after I feed the pack, me and put Stanley's laundry in the dryer. (He was a dark poopy mess when I came home at lunchtime today :-( not a good sign)
We have a long weekend coming up. I am afraid. If we get into more trouble, the ER will not know his history, and may make an irreversible recommendation before Stanley's time.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The one photo is rather yellow, as I turned off the camera flash. It seemed to be bothering his cataracts.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I was sitting with my morning coffee, watching the weather channel and not paying much attention to the dogs. The boys were doing "zoomies" around the living room/dining room, and then had a little tussle together. I glanced over to watch them wrestling when I realized that I could still hear little feet doing zoomies. I looked over to see Heidi rounding the dining room table, coming as hard as she could with her "bunny hop".
Heidi doing the bunny hop is not new, but Heidi playing with the boys is HUGE !!!
Before now, the best she had done was to watch them doing zoomies and sit at the narrowest point in their race track, to pounce on them. I was thrilled that she was engaging in play that much. To have her join in the "festivities" is just awesome. She also joined in the wrestling match with the boys. Poor Valentin, Pogo "chewing" on his hind leg and Heidi attacking a front paw. (all noise, no teeth). Of course, my camera was nowhere at hand to capture our "Kodac moment" :-( .
We are guessing her age to be between 10 and 12, so for her to start playing is such a wonderful gift. She must be feeling pretty good to want to play after almost 3 years of living with us. I would say that this break through is a result of the combination of chiropractic and acupuncture treatments combined with her supplements (primarily Ester-C and Sasha's Blend).
(Zoomies - for those unfamiliar with the term, it is when doxies get a build up of energy and can only release it by madly running in huge circles, until they burn out. It is actually where my screen name, Maddoxies, came from. I had golden retrievers before Valentin. When Valentin came to us and started the "zoomies", I would IM my golden friend that we had a "mad dachshund alert". Hence, Maddoxies)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Stanley is a sweet, senior gentleman. He is 13, has had back issues for some time, and his larger fur companion died the day before he was surrendered to the shelter. He has been well loved, but his family could no longer afford to look after him properly. They had contemplated euthanasia, but surrendered him to the Humane Society instead, in hopes that someone else could take up his care. He is a frosty faced, chocolate standard (small standard - 20 pounds with his atrophied hind end). Besides having almost no use of his hind legs, he is also incontinent. Girls and diapers are easy to handle, this is my first venture into belly bands and diapers combined (Stanley is both urine and fecal incontinent). There will be a learning curve for both Stanley and me. Being a standard, I am not sure about diaper sizes for Stanley. I found a part package of human Depends (size small) at our local Value Village. We started with the belly band last night, so I will try the Depends tomorrow night on Stanley and see how he reacts to them (and how the sizing fits him).
Stanley will be the third cart kid in the house (wear your steel toed shoes if you come to visit us, lol. Someone is bound to run over your feet with their wheels). Once he settles in, we will see about getting him a cart. He has minimal movement in his back legs, but his tail does wag a little and he has deep pain sensation. I am hoping a walking cart may help him to regain some strength in those back legs.
The poor boy is rather sad and depressed right now; but who can blame him. In the last two weeks, his buddy had died, he lost his family and has been living in a shelter. Now he has this strange lady putting funny things on him and a bunch of barky dachshunds running around. I do get little kisses from Stanley as I am cleaning him up, putting cream on his urine burns, etc. It is so strange to have a dachshund who does not wolf down his food. Stanley picks at his kibble during the day and just lays on his blanket. I am hoping as time passes (and his urine burns heal) that he will start to perk up a bit and his appetite will improve.
I am also having to adjust to the size of a standard. Stanley is small for a standard, only 20 pounds, but man he feels like a ton of bricks to handle after the minis. I expect he would go about 25 pounds or so if his hind end was not atrophied. Although it is preferable to keep the handicap kids particularly lean, he could stand about a pound or so of "meat" on his ribs.
I will post a picture of our newest boy in a couple of days. Right now, we are just letting him rest and get used to his new surroundings. My gang have pleasantly surprised me. They are curious about Stanley, but aren't their usual rambunctious selves. They approach Stanley's expen quietly and sniff him out. I took Heidi with me to meet Stanley at the Humane Society and he gave a little wag of the end of his tail when he met her. Our frosty face seems to be something of a "ladies man" :-)
The Humane Society did their best by Stanley. Before I came to see him, they were about to start looking for a palliative care foster home for him. In the 10 days that Stanley had been there, no one had expressed an interest in him; or as soon as they saw him, they moved on. It is sad to see how many animals they have there and especially the large number of seniors. It was about 10 minutes before closing when we were leaving, and I was surprised at the number of staff and volunteers who came out to say good-bye to him as we left the shelter. Apparently, one of the volunteer dog walkers was making a walking sling for Stanley, so he could enjoy his time in the exercise yard.
I have to haul my butt out of bed about 15 minutes earlier now to have time for Stanley's needs, but it is a small adjustment, indeed, to give this sweetheart a happy retirement.
UPDATE - next morning
Stanley is not doing well at all. We went to the vet last night to get something to help heal Stanley's raw bum. Stanley has lost 4 pounds since his admission to the shelter, and he is not eating for me. Picking at his kibble has dropped off to ignoring kibble, canned food and people food. Yes, a dachshund who does not want people food. He reluctantly ate one small piece of my chicken breast last night. He also refused the canned Gastro prescription food the vet sent home with us last night. We have a call into the vet now (who did not like Stanley's colour last night), so if you can spare a prayer or two for Stanley, he sure could use them. I am sufficiently concerned about Stanley, that I have brought him to work with me. They will just have to lump the doggie smell. Right now, he his laying too quietly in his laundry basket, under my desk at the office. I got a few ounces of diluted milk into him a little while ago and will try again in an hour.
Getting old sucks.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
He was fine when I got home from work at 10pm Friday, but by bedtime, his bottom right eye lid was swollen with a huge abcess. Cue mom's heart attack!!
After my initial shock, I took stock of the situation. It did not seem to be bothering him, nothing was bleeding, he seemed otherwise fine; so cancel the dash to the ER. It is $250 to walk in the door and see a vet who does not know Pogo - and may not know much about dapple dachshunds either. My extra concern was that this is his "dapple" eye.
We saw our own vet the next morning. Dr. B is not sure what caused the abcess; we could not find a scratch, a bite mark nor a foreign object in the eye lid or bottom socket. Dr. B. flushed the eye well and gave us BNPH ointment for the eye.
Pogo is my study in constant motion; getting him to sit still enough for eye ointment is quite the challenge. We will have to work on his "stay" commands. I must admit, having is "brother" trying to see what is going on and why Pogo is getting the attention does not help matters any. I am sure I got some of the ointment on Valentin's nose somewhere along the way, lol.
I am happy to say that the swelling is going down considerably and we have a recall appointment for tomorrow.
Mom's heart, on the other hand, is almost back to a normal beat as well.
Monday, May 4, 2009
We were at All About Pets, working at the rescue booth on the Easter weekend. Of all the booths in the show, guess who they had to put our booth beside??? Rabbit Rescue!!!! Great
My girl was so frustrated at not being able to get to that wascally wabbit!! I took her for a walk around the show to distract her. No dice, she remembered where they were, the moment we got back to our booth.
At one point, I was holding the back of her cart and her front feet were running in place. I swear smoke was about to come of the wheels of her cart. Her frustration level was so high, she put her head back and treated us all to a hound dog howl of frustration. Great, right smack in front of Dr. Stanley Corin!! Thanks Heidi.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Poor wee Valentin is feeling rather tough today. Yesterday he had a broken molar extracted, his tear ducts flushed (for some reason they are starting to close up on him), his ears cleaned, a microchip installed, his nails trimmed and his anal glands expressed.
He hid his face in the crook of the vet tech's arm for the anal glands, ears and nails. I guess it doesn't hurt so badly if you don't look, lol. (This was only his second time at this vet and this is my fear aggression boy we are talking about here. He did very well with them).
His little face was swollen on one side last night and he ached from nose to tail. I know that he was not faking and sucking up to me. Normally when the oven timer goes off, the entire pack yells back at it, with Barky Boy in the lead. Pogo and Heidi swore at the oven timer last night, but Valentin did not react at all. He was curled up on my lap when my sister phoned and she could hear him moaning over the telephone. The vet had already loaded him up with pain killers, but I know that I can double dose with Sasha's Blend, so that is what he got. He seemed to be a bit more comfortable after that.
Normally, Valentin does not sleep in the big bed with me. It is too tall and I am so afraid for him when he jumps down. Last night I brought him to bed with me and the little man did not move all night. He just snuggled up to his mom and laid there with the occasional moan. He did not even attempt to jump down this morning. He seemed almost reluctant when I lifted him down from the big bed.
I am blessed that I can go home today at lunch time and check on him. We had some diarrhea issues this morning. That is nasty at any time, but with a long hair dachshund, it gets even uglier.
We have ointment for his eyes 3 times a day, and antibiotics twice a day for his tooth. For the next day or two, I am using my pill splitter to split his kibble in half and soaking it in water for him. Add antibiotics for Heidi and Daisy Mae and I hope I can keep everyone's routines straight. Pogo is feeling decidedly left out of all this, so he gets a placebo (an empty pill pocket, lol).
My Visa card??? Well, $1,500 later (exams, blood tests for the boys, the procedures yesterday, Revolution for the summer, meds for 3 of them, Heidi's acupuncture treatment), my Visa card is in ICU moaning right along with Valentin. Sadly, the only painkiller for my Visa card is extra hours at my part time job.
So much for central air-conditioning this summer. I think it will be more like an air mattress for the basement.
Vet bills $1,500, having my babies, Priceless.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
He was a huge teddy bear, a real lover and I will miss working at rescue events with this truly gentle giant.
When people die, we gather for some form of ceremony and usually go to somewhere afterwards to reminisce. We don't have that same opportunity for our fur friends; and so, I would like to share my favourite Carson story here.
One day, in his forever home, Carson got something he wasn't supposed to have. He did not want to "hear" his owner saying No, so Carson looked at his owner and very deliberately closed his eyes, so that he could not see the hand signal for "give". Carson's vocabulary of sign language was truly impressive.
A character, a sweet, sweet boy who charmed everyone who visited our rescue booth and all of those who knew him.
I will always have a picture in my mind of my Heidi, barking her silly head off at Carson, and Carson looking at her as if to say "the mouth is going, but I don't hear you, naya naya....."
Monday, March 30, 2009
Old, deaf and blind in a US shelter; this boy needs a miracle if he is going to survive. I don't plan to post dogs in need here, but this boy has just captured my heartstrings. He needs a loving retirement home, where he can snooze in the sun and get two square meals a day. Canada in winter, after living in Florida, may be a bit of an adaptation for him, but we have a nice heated dog bed at our house. We don't have any steps in our house, so his blindness would be easily accomodated.
Tommy is a approx 15 year old guy who is deaf and blind. He was picked up as a stray walking around. He is old and tired. We have him in a cage with a nice thick warm blanket. Would love to get him out if at all possible..Here is a link to his info:http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/dis...etid= 13353095
Anyone looking for low maintenance, unconditional love ?????
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Heidi with Mr. Sunbeam and Deano Dino - her two most favourite things in the world.
My sunbaby and her best friend; a very happy little girl
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I always use the side door to come and go at home. There is a french door at the top of the side stairs, so I know the dogs are secure and can't dash out the open exterior door. I came in the exterior side door, took off my coat and looked up through the glass door to see Miss Heidi looking back at me from the living room!!!
Ooops!!! The dogs are restricted from the living room during the day as someone (aka Valentin) likes to pee in the dining room. Miss Heidi must have taken herself into the living room and used the doggie steps to snuggle up on the sofa while I was wasn't looking. I never saw the little monkey when I turned on the radio in the living room and put up the gate.
She was so proud of herself, she got to sun herself in the afternoon sunshine and didn't have to share with the others. When I came to the gate at the living room door, she hopped over and showed me how she could roll on the carpet in the sunshine. "Look mom!! It's my best friend, Mr. Sunbeam!" Heidi is my sunbaby. She tracks the sunbeams across the living room floor on the weekends; moving a minute or so ahead of the sunbeam's track, so she gets the maximum rays.
She was none the worse for her experience, but I was concerned that she did not have access to water during the day. At least it is early spring and not too warm. Heidi is not a huge drinker and has a tendency to be slightly dehydrated.
I have learned at bedtime to check under the blankie on the sofa, as Pogo will be snoring away and miss the bedtime call. Now I have to watch for the morning "sunshine sneak" by Miss Heidi.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Here is a picture of the blind border collie pup who is just learning that there is a day and a night.
He is a very sweet boy. Once he figures out the rhythm of life, I am sure he will be brilliant at it.
I started this blog to let people know about my Heidi and that she has a "normal" life. So many dachshund owners put their injured babies to sleep because they are not told about the options. I will do some updates from time to time on this boy as well, as vision issues occur with the piebald and dapple (especially double dapple) dachshunds as well.
Friday, March 13, 2009
She has been in my basement for about 6 weeks, and up until this past Wednesday growled at me or ignored me. Wednesday, as I was filling her food bowl and cleaning her box, I was startled when she wrapped herself around my ankles. FINALLY, 4 days before you leave, you decide you like me. Now we have meowing downstairs, calling for me to come and pet her, and my guys (mostly Valentin) responding from upstairs.
Yes, Angel's absence is still felt in the middle of all that cross-species cussing. It is actually amusing. I have no idea what is going on in Valentin's little mind, but when he hears the cat meowing, he runs to my bedroom and barks down the heat register. Silly boy passes two big air returns on his way to my bedroom, to bark down the smaller opening. Oh well, it must make sense to him. I can only imagine the activity, when after kitty leaves, the boys get back downstairs. I must have the camcorder charged up for that!!
Angel left a chewie behind in her dog bed. Pogo has been doing everything in his power to reach through the exercise pen and get that chewie - little brat. That elusive chewie remains about 4 cms outside his reach.
We have our first adoption application for Angel as well, so our paw count may be diminishing even more in the near future.
Everytime I say "when this foster leaves, I am going to take a small break", there is always a furkid in dire need. I am hoping that once Angel is adopted, we can have a couple of weeks before the next foster, just so my kids can have some "family time".
Today, I am coming to my readers for their help with a handicapped pet. A fellow rescuer has just taken in a blind border collie, 11 months old. He was born without eyes. A kind soul took him in, as a pup, so that he would not be euthanized. He was in a rural setting and not integrated into family life. He was surrendered to rescue last weekend.
Family life is brand to to this boy. One of the first challenges is day and night. As he can't see, he has no concept of bedtime vs daytime and is keeping them up all hours of the night. Poor boy is fussing, whining, crying, because all the people have "disappeared".
I have tried searching on blind dogs, and most roads lead back to one or two sites which don't really have much info on this issue. The bulletin board seems to not be very active as well. A post from Sunday has never been answered.
My dad was blind for the last 28 years of his life, so I have had some experience with the challenges of blindness, but Dad had memories of sight to help him, this little BC boy has never seen. I have suggested some Melatonin about an hour before bedtime. As his brain does not get the visual clues of darkness to stimulate the melatonin levels, this may help. Other suggestions have been a small amount of lavender in his bed at bedtime, vigorous evening exercise to tire him out and Tellington Touch massage to help relax him and stimulate night time body chemistry.
Does anyone have any other resources or suggestions?
The family is going to order an Angel Vest for him and we have run through the links from their website. By the way, this boy is not up for adoption. Although Sally is in rescue, this boy is now hers; he is home.
Monday, March 9, 2009
He did bark at "L", especially when she stood up and moved too quickly to suit Valentin
at one point "L" was curled up on the sofa with Pogo on her lap and Valentin curled up warming her feet!!!! Granted this was after she came into the house (while Valentin and the others were confined to the kitchen), got seated and was armed with treats; but that is certainly not a receipe for complete acceptance. At best, this approach will stop most of the barking and challenging. Valentin will usually lay beside me "on guard". Having our squirt water bottle in view, will keep the last of the barking in check.
Valentin had met "L" once before, at least 3 years ago, when we lived in another city and visited "L" in her home. This is amazing for Valentin to take so quickly to an "intruder" in his own home. She did comment that, when we had visited at her home 3+years ago, it was my Valentin who taught her golden foster (now her adopted dog) that it was ok to jump up on the sofa and snuggle with humans.
Valentin is fine with his doggie day care folks, and will give one of the girls there kisses. It took him some time to reach that comfort level and they are professional, more attuned to doggie body language and techniques to handle situations. He enjoyed his bath there on his birthday, but this is astounding, for him to curl up so happily with a relative stranger in his own territory; especially when he had the option of my lap as well. His normal position is on my lap "defending" me.
A lot had to do with "L's" comportment around Valentin. She is very animal savvy, did not engage him, let him approach her, did not react to his barking at her, etc. She was relaxed, so he was relaxed; but still, this is a wonderful advancement for Valentin. My sister is an animal lover as well, but Valentin is not as relaxed with her, even though we have stayed at my sister's house for several months. He is "ok" with her, but not completely relaxed.
I had been worried about Valentin and this visit (the doggie gate was at the ready to contain him in another room), but it was a relaxed time and so wonderful to see "L", even for the short time we had to spend together. We chatted and caught up with each other's lives and I actually forgot to watch Valentin at one point.
I have consulted a behaviourist regarding Valentin. He did well in his session with her. I will admit that with our move, the mill seizure, etc, we have fallen down on our part of the homework. I have found that the bigger issue is getting visitors to understand and use the techniques prescribed for him. We have had some disastrous failures when visitors either completely ignored my instructions, or had their own version of how to execute those instructions. "L" did a lot of those techniques naturally, without my saying anything.
Sunday afternoon was a wonderful oasis; a too short, but good catch up with "L" and new hope that I can have more visitors in my home and not have to bann Valentin to barking in the basement.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
They arrive the day after tomorrow and will be whisked away directly to our vet for sterilizing and any other medical needs that present themselves; so pictures will have to wait for a few days.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Volunteers named her Angel for those enormous doxie ears that stand up like a chi's; they thought those ears looked like angel's wings.
Miss Angel can now be spayed and then she will be looking for a furever home.
(Current paw count, 20 canine, 4 feline - for those keeping score, lol)
(PS: The SPCA is still fighting for the last 3 dogs which the owner did not surrender)
In the group is a deaf piebald girl, age 3, a dapple boy who looks like my Pogo (but with all his hair) age 4, a smooth red female age 5; I am waiting on the info regarding the last two. They will go straight to our vet for their surgeries, a couple of weeks recouperating with foster homes and then they will be ready for adoption. So if anyone is interested in adopting a doxie, please stay tuned.
I am thrilled to say that I think the little deaf girl most likely has a furever home already waiting for her with one of our foster moms.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
There is a facebook group called Canadian Military Pets Fostering Network. One of the founders just joined our small breed rescue group.
I am so happy to see that someone has stepped up to try to address this very real need.
I hope that by posting this information here, it may inform potential foster families as well as deploying pet parents. This group takes in all pets, fur, feather, scale, you name it, they foster it.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
We were there to talk about my experience at the mill seizure in December. UAN very graciously provided me with photographs that had not been released to other media. It is very rare for the UAN to allow a volunteer to speak to the media.
I think it went fairly well (besides the usual vanity stuff - looking pale and fat on camera). There is never enough time on Animal House Calls to pack in all the info, but we hit the important highlights. One important fact, that the cute puppy in the pet store window comes from such filth and misery. Another important point that, although you may want to "rescue" that puppy in front of you, doing so only perpetuates the cycle. It will be replaced tomorrow by another puppy from the same filth and misery. The consumer has the power to stop the cycle. It is the simple balance of supply and demand. Cut the demand and you reduce the supply. Sadly, yes, some pups will die if they are not bought, but thousands more will suffer to continue the supply, if the demand does NOT stop.
It was good for Helping Homeless Pets and for EARS to have this moment in the public eye. We were no more off the set when some of the TV station staff were giving us donations for our special fund towards the veterinarian care of the mill survivors being fostered by our member rescues. We took a lovely little Pomeranian mill survivor with us for the show. Already, we have interest from potential adopters for her and the others.
Our sincere thanks to Ann Rohmer and Animal House Calls for their time and support.
(For those who are newer to my blog, if you go back to "Multi-task blogging" in December 08, you will find the links to my deployment with EARS to the mill seizure in Quebec.)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Why, oh why did I say that????
Sunday morning before church, I went out to clear the 3-4 inches of snow that had fallen overnight. Unfortunately, when I pulled the starter cord on the snowblower, I pulled something in my shoulder . It actually hurt badly enough that I went to a walk-in clinic that afternoon. Some good drugs and 2 days off work . It is doing better, but after a day's work, it is aching again, so no blogging for a few days.
The are most unsympathetic. No snuggles and kisses for mom, rather more chances to get into mischief when mom can't move as fast.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I have made the offer to keep these two doxies while their daddy is away. I don't know this person, he is a total stranger. He is a civilian going over to Afghanistan in a support position. He is scheduled to leave Feb. 15. My friend who is being deployed at the end of March has a guardian for her golden.
I had also offered to help out another stranger who need somewhere for her cat to stay for 4-8 weeks while she transitions her life. I offered to help, if no one else came forward. Yup, you got it. No one else came forward. Pussy cat arrives next weekend. This could get interesting.
I have made one condition to my offer of help to these two doxies; they must be spayed and neutered (they are currently both intact). This is the only way I can even consider taking them in. Otherwise, it is a recipe for a dog fight.
It is all in the timing. Our rescue has also been contacted about taking in 8 dachshunds. A breeder has developed a nasty, quick acting, terminal cancer and she is trying to provide for her furkids while she still can. There is no way I can handle 7, even I recognize that.
So, we shall see how the paw count develops at our house over the next couple of weeks: our current 5 dogs and 1 cat, or 6 dachshunds and 1 cat, or the current crowd, plus one of the breeders doxies and a cat???!!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Ok, I am just frustrated and venting right now. Our rescue has received a call from a man who is most likely going to surrender a bonded pair of 3 yr old dachshunds. Perfectly happy, healthy, well loved pets. Why??? Because he is about to be deployed to Afghanistan and has no one to care for them while he is gone. The US has a foster program where civilian families volunteer to foster deploying soldiers' pets for the duration of their tour. Why isn't there anything like that in Canada? We have a rich history of peace keeping, but we don't look after our troops' family members who have fur (or feathers, or scales)?
I have a friend who is about to deploy to Afghanistan also. She is blessed to have friends who will care for her golden while she is gone. Her golden knows these people and is quite happy to spend time with them. He has been having sleep overs with them in preparation for her departure. I hear about so many of her colleagues who are not as blessed. Many can't find rescues with space and their beloved pets go to pounds and a very uncertain future. These men and women are sacrificing and risking a lot to help others, why can't we offer a little help to them?
This is a bonded pair, they can't be separated. Adoptions are slower in these economic times, let alone trying to place a pair. And my heart aches for this man who has to give up his beloved furkids.
Another of our foster homes could take Angel, which would leave me with my 3 and my handicapped foster.
6 is too many, 6 is too many, 6 is too many ........................it's only 6 months ............. 6 is too many ........ hmmmmmm ????????????
- ► November (4)
- ► July (7)
- We're back from Wienerfest
- Only 4 more sleeps!!
- A Star is Born
- Stanley's first TV appearance
- Full Moon????
- Stanley's new ride
- More from our day at the rescue booth.
- Stanley's first rescue event
- The day after "Breath Busters"
- Reporting from the dog house
- My friend Pam lost her Heidi today
- Little Dogs on the Prairie
- Need to canvas my readers
- Stanley's wheelchair fitting
- More Stanley news
- Enough already !!!
- Well, excuse me please!
- Stanley is improving
- Brotherly Love
- The "unoffical" start to summer
- Introducing (drum roll, please) Valentin The Grea...
- Pogo is well named
- More Stanley photos
- Stanley update
- The best Mother's Day Present from Heidi
- Pogo eye update
- And Stanley makes 3 (cart kids)
- Pogo's turn
- Those wascally wabbits !!!
- Special needs doxie senior in Florida
- Adoption pending
- Heidi and Mr. Sunbeam
- Oooops !!!
- Border Collie
- House seems empty with only 4 dogs (and a cat)
- Blind dog, need my readers' help
- Fear aggressive foot warmer????
- Update on incoming doxies
- Introducing Angel, foster chiwiennie
- More doxies coming into our rescue
- ► February (5)