It’s a Jungle in Here

Living with animals

Going away on vacation January 6, 2008

Since the holiday season has just passed and more vacations are coming up…slower than they should be…I believe it is time to talk about what to do with your pets when you go on vacation. Of course, the ideal situation would be to take your pet with you. Maybe you own a house somewhere, so are able to do that. Or maybe you’re really cool and go to hotels where pets are allowed. Having trouble finding a pet hotel, sitter, or kennel? Use the link below:

http://www.petswelcome.com/

If those options aren’t available to you, what do you do? What my family used to do is we would hire a trusted neighbor who wasn’t going on vacation to come to our house three or four times a day. They would feed, take out, and play with them and in return they would be payed well. This was the perfect situation until we found a better one. Our breeder whom we got our puppy from takes care of a certain amount of dogs whose owners have gone away at a time. We reserve our spot and, like magic, our puppy becomes a part of a humongous happy dog family. She almost didn’t want to leave!

The point of this article: most kennels do not treat dogs as well as they could. Dogs feel lonely and anxious and can harm themselves by chewing on their legs, butts, etc. When you go on vacation, your pet deserves to go on vacation, too!

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To give or not to give December 17, 2007

Filed under: People,pets — Irish chick @ 2:23 am
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Many people are contemplating whether or not to purchase presents for their pets this holiday season. I, for one, think that this answer is completely obvious. Some people say, well, they don’t know the difference. They don’t care.

And maybe they have a point. Sure, your pet may not know the difference if they get a present or not. But, really, they do deserve it. Not to sound corny, but they give you gifts all year round. Who else is always there for you when you are down? Who can you feel completely comfortable around even if you are stark naked? Who makes sure you get up in the morning? Who snuggles up with you on the couch and gives you someone to baby talk with? The holiday season is a time to show people, or pets, that you care about what you do for them all throughout the year. And the holiday season is the perfect time. Whether it be a new bed or a new bone, a simple gift can show your pet that you appreciate what they do for you.

 

An ornmental affair December 9, 2007

I had an interesting morning. This morning my puppy pooed all over her crate! She had diarrhea, again. I’m sorry, but cleaning up poop isn’t the best way to wake up in the morning. Later, when I was cleaning up from baking cookies the previous night, I heard a crunch. What did she do this time?

I went into the living room and what did I find? Shards of ornament all over the carpet. I freaked out, thinking she had cut her mouth or her body, etc. Yet she remained unharmed, calmly watching me as I cleaned up the pieces. Even Houdini  couldn’t eat an ornament and remain unharmed! How does she do it?

 

Mourning cat

Our rag doll cat has been grieving for our dog who passed away for quite some time. You can tell that he is upset. First off, he doesn’t meow as much as he used to. Also, he is spending much more time in the basement. He stayed away from our puppy for a long time, too. Whenever I returned home  he would usually be at the door, companionably waiting for me. Yet now, if he’s at the door at all, he’s waiting to go try and escape. (He is an indoor cat. If he goes outside he hurts his paws.)

I think he is starting to feel better now though. He has begun to play with my puppy, and apparently he is sleeping with her sometimes. He used to do that with my dog who passed away. Also he is sleeping with me again. Maybe that’s just because of the change in weather. He used to be such good friends with my deceased dog. They would eat together, sleep together, play together. I’d never seen such good pet companions, period. Hopefully he and my puppy can become as close as they were. For both of their sake. They need a good friend.

We’ll see how it goes.

 

It’s itching at me

Filed under: pets — Irish chick @ 2:56 am
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My puppy has being doing someone quite strange for some time. She will be playing with our cat, sitting on the couch, jumping on the counter-bad girl-or whatever, and she will suddenly stop and start gnawing at her rear end. Yes, she is constantly biting her butt! We are worried that it might be from when she got fixed a long time ago. But we’re not really sure what it is. Maybe it’s just one of those puppy things? I can’t be sure for certain. I hope it’s something normal and that I shouldn’t worry about it. But I can’t go to the vet and just say, “She’s biting her butt,” can I?

Or can I?

 

Getting over the Grief November 27, 2007

Time has past since we put my dog down. The wound is getting shallower and is beginning the process of healing. Yet there will always be a scar. Every so often it will be cut, the blood of memories coming back. Regular life has continued for me yet sometimes an occurence reminds me of her and a shadow falls over me. Simply the word dog written in the pages of a book or seeing a tennis ball lying in the corner of the room reminds me of  whatonce was. Yet, the more apparent things such as a commercial with dogs in it or seeing someone walking a dog that looks like her makes me smile. It’s better that way, remembering the good that was. I took videos of my dog before she passed away. At first I refused to delete them. But now I think I’m starting to be ready, and I’m not watching those videos as much now, oftentimes not at all. As time passes I realize she is so much happier now, without pain, and in her death so many lessons can be learned. The small things that make me frusrated sometimes slip my mind when I remember that there are much worse things that can happen. I also take much more time with my puppy, enjoying her company greatly. I want her to be just as sweet as my deceased dog was. I don’t want to feel guilty when she goes, in the far future, that I didn’t spend as much time with her as I could have. It’s better this way.

It’s better this way.

I keep telling myself that, and soon, I hope, I’ll truly believe it.

 

Putting your dog down November 9, 2007

Filed under: Grief and death,pets,Uncategorized — Irish chick @ 6:05 pm
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Well, the time finally came. My golden retriever, who had cancer in both her lungs and her kidney, started finding it very difficult to breathe. It was too much of an effort to even eat after she had just stood up. We decided that night that in the morning it would be time to put her down. It was the saddest decision of my life. All night we were just petting her, crying, and reminissing of all the times we’ve had together.  Her eyes were wide and lost. We knew she understood, though.  That night two of us slept with her in the living room, bursting into sobs every couple of minutes. We stayed up fairly late and when I woke up in the morning a time had been set to put her down at ten thirty. I went upstairs to cut some stuff out of magazines, clean my room, get ready, anything to pass the time and forget. Yet then the time was changed to 9:40.

I went downstairs when the floor was empty to talk to my dog alone. We all were just talking to her now-you’d be surprised how much you really want to say to your dog.  I told her how she’d feel all better in heaven.There would be so many hot dogs and all of them would want to meet her. She could go swimming all the time, anywhere she wanted. She wouldn’t have to eat diet food any more. And then, it was time to go.

The car ride was horrible. All I could do was lean over into the back of the car and stroke my dog and she huffed from being carried into the car. Everyone was crying including me. The ride seemed to take forever yet then seemed so short as the car pulled into the veterinary parking lot. Two people came out to greet us, avoiding our red puffy eyes. One of them was an awkward pale skinned teenager, probably not much older than I. They muttered how sorry they were-the girl was much more sincere. The boy didn’t really know what to do and I felt sorry for him. He does not want to see this family mourning over their soon to be dead dog. Carefully they rolled her onto a stretcher and brought her into a back room. They told us not to worry, they were just getting the IV in her, she would be fine when she came back into the room. Then it began.

Everyone was very quiet around the room we were in. I wish they were louder-they could hear us all crying. The same girl came in to give us some paperwork, get the credit card for payment, and hand us a very large box of very soft tissues. I laughed through my tears because of the tissues and also because of the fact that we’re paying to have our dog killed off. But maybe that’s just me. Then a kind woman came in and gave us a blanket that was set upon the floor. Then, slowly, the door opened and my dog was lifted through, huffing again. She was laid down upon the blanket and for a moment she sat up and looked normal again. She always loved the smells of the vets office. Yet this tired her and she lay down again, huffing rapidly. They gave us a good 15 minutes or so alone with our dog. We talked to her and pet her, lying with her on the floor. Time went quickly, every five minutes was a second. And then came the needles.

 The vet explained what was going to happen. She was first going to sedate our dog so she couldn’t feel anything. Then she would give her an anesthetic. Finally, the drug that killed her. She said it would go by quickly, which made me feel like crying again. Time was going so quickly already. She moved the box of tissues towars us and stuck the sedation in the IV in our dogs leg. I pet her soft fur, vowing to remember everything about it. I took in her body and her eyes, her soft ears. Then her body began to go limp. I gave myself a small laugh, she looked comical for a moment as she brought up her head. She was probably confused. Then she rested her head on her paw. Then came the bad part. Her eyes started to roll up. Then came the second part. I’ll always remember this. Her head just slipped off her paw, all control gone, and hit the floor. I cried again. It was like she was dead although she was still breathing. And then came the killing shot and she was gone. Her body limp, her heart stopped, we all just hugged her, crying. As I type a tear trickles down my face. The woman left and we all just cried and cried. and then it was only me, the one who never cries, just sobbing and sobbiing. Taking in her lifeless body. And then we left and I know I’m never going to see her body in full form again. Only in ashes.