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.

 

More Living with Puppy December 16, 2007

Since the last time I posted all of the things I enjoy about my puppy I thought I would continue. I believe people enjoy reading this because it helps them relate to their own pets and makes them realize how wonderful they are. If you can not realize that, then you need to spend more time with your pets.

More reasons why I love my puppy:

How she has officially reserved a place on the couch. You must move from it or you will become part of the couch.

The way she always manages to get water all over the floor from her bowl even if she has only drunk two sips.

The way she growls at me when I come from downstairs with a towel on my head because at first she doesn’t recognize me.

How she chases my snowballs and gives them a good long look when they splatter on the ground before running back to do it again.

How she can always manage to get her way into the bathroom when you’re going…not always the best.

How she will sometimes will be running around and suddenly stop and look at one point in the room fixedly for a long period of time. The spot is usually the one by the kitchen table that my deceased dog always sat at. I think that my old dog is there, watching her.

How she always manages to eat dirt even if there is a foot of snow covering everything.

How she talks to you when you are cooking by moaning, making throaty noises, etc.

As you can see I love my puppy very much and spend a lot of time with her. It is crucial for you to spend time with your pet, especially when they are in their developmental stage. Animals are just like people and have to be shown love to love back.

 

The cat’s out of the bag December 11, 2007

This morning-as well as my puppy eating an ornament and having diarrhea-my cat escaped from the house. He does this every once in a while. I can see why. If I was cooped up in a house with a insane puppy I would want to leave every once in a while, too. Yet, this time was different. First he hid under our deck, all the way in the back. This is usually his first, and last, hiding place. We tried the usual trick of shaking the cat treat bag. Nothing. Then we put some tuna in a bowl. Nothing. This is always as far as we had gotten. He always came in. And this time he wasn’t! Then, to our suprise, he sprinted out from under the deck and moved far under a pine tree. There was no way we could reach him! I tried the tuna and he came a little bit closer this time. I reached out to grab his collar and he sprinted back under the tree, far out of my reach. Then, he moved under another pine tree! I knew I needed another tactic.

So, I headed inside and got a little bit of dog food and put it into a container. My cat adores dog food! Yet, even for the sound and smell of the shaking dog food he would not come. So, I did what I did when it got bad. I went inside and waited. Around 5 minutes later I went outside and saw him on the very edge of the line between pine tree and grass. He seemed to be hovering, waiting for a sign of what to do. Then, seeing me, he did a feat of athleticism I thought would not be possible for a 7 year old cat. He went off at a sprint, leaped through a slat in my deck, and ran inside.

I am hoping that he isn’t going to really escape forever one day.

 

Mourning cat December 9, 2007

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?

 

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.