Remember Me Thursday, September 26th is to support all animals in need of loving homes and those who were brought to shelters or euthanized because they had no home. To me, pets are family.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Helping Colorado's pets, and a puppy named Doe
The badge posted above is to help spread the word (and sorry I'm so late in doing so) to help the pets (and people!) in Colorado as they deal with the horrendous flooding situation out there. I have never been to Colorado but have family and friends who've spent time there, and my heart goes out to them. I hear it is a beautiful state. One of these days I'll have to check it out (have seen it from the air!). Go to Twitter and search #COFlood to find out what you can do to help. There are plenty of options. Check out this article on BlogPaws for starters.
Also, I've struggled with how to write about another pet-related item in the news. I have a general rule against focusing on extremely negative and graphic animal-related items. I do NOT like to post, write about, draw attention to, or spend energy on unpleasant animal cruelty cases. In fact, I have been known to block people on social networking who insist on posting photos of abused animals, writing only negative articles about animal abuse, or worse. We all know this is going on in the world, we are not stupid. We do not need to see it in our face in "all its gory". I have a very visual mind and even though I'm not a visual artist like my mother was, I carry those images with me for hours and days on end if I see them. I can't watch violent TV shows or movies, I can't play violent video games, I can't read violent books. G-rated only, please!
With that said as a somewhat apologetic lead-in for breaking my own rule, I have been incredibly affected by the story of "Puppy Doe" who was found right here in Massachusetts, just south of Boston in the city of Quincy where she was abandoned on the expressway or something. Apparently whoever was abusing her got sick of her being such a survivor and decided to dump her in Quincy. I wouldn't be surprised if they live nowhere around here, and I certainly hope they do not. We in Massachusetts are mostly liberal, mostly Democrat (not that that matters, I have very little interest in politics), and we pride ourselves on being one of the few states in the U.S. to not have a pet over-population problem. Massachusetts residents love their pets, we really do. So, to find out that Puppy Doe, described as the worst case of abuse ever seen by the unfortunate veterinarian who was chosen to try to treat the poor, defenseless creature, may have been treated so despicably inhumanely right here in Massachusetts really bugs me. When I read the story about Puppy Doe yesterday morning (I will not post a link or pictures here, you can find it on Google if you want to), I sat on my bed with my two dogs afterwards and sobbed for almost an hour. I cannot imagine what evil consumes a person's soul and brain to be able to do such unspeakable acts to one of God's creatures. Puppy Doe had to be euthanized and literally "put out of her misery" by the wonderful veterinarian whose life has probably been shaken forever having to deal with what she encountered. But I always believe things happen for a reason, she was chosen for a reason, I read that article for a reason (I normally would not because of afore-mentioned hyper-sensitivity issues). The reason is, we need to catch this poor excuse for a human.
The person or people who did that to this dog (and who knows if there are other creatures undergoing the same fate) must be found, caught, arrested, tried and sent away for a long time. We need to get the word out. Someone, somewhere knows something. They need to feel guilty and disgusted enough to come forward and put this person behind bars. I wish animal cruelty laws were tougher still, but they aren't. I've been following a Facebook page someone created for Puppy Doe (again, I won't post it here, you can find it if you want to just search "Puppy Doe" in the Facebook search bar and it'll come up... I warn you, graphic photos and words, if you're sensitive like me, be forewarned and approach accordingly).
Anyone with any information regarding this case, should immediately contact the authorities:
SEND TIPS TO
Animal Rescue League of Boston’s Law Enforcement Department at 617-226-5610 OR
email them at cruelty@arlboston.org
CALL Quincy Police Det. Thomas Pepdjonovich at 617-745-5774
This is a serious, ongoing, investigation.
Thank you for listening.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Our friends at The Uncommon Dog have done it again. Cute infographic on how dogs (probably) became our best friends
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Monday, September 9, 2013
Affordable grain free dog food - it's easier than you think
Feed me! Feed me! Wooo! Wooo! WOOOOO!
"Dogs don't eat rice!", exclaimed my veterinarian as our very uncomfortable yellow dog, Hobie, stood trembling and panting in the cramped, sterile exam room, his skin flaming red showing through the patches where there once was fur that he had licked away. I sat across the room, a dumb smile on my face, summarily relieved but simultaneously feeling like an inadequate pet parent of this middle-aged dog. Thus, my introduction to grain-free dog food.
When the vet asked what brand of food I fed poor Hobie, I proudly told him about the recently-launched lamb and rice formula I was giving my dogs, thinking it was such a good choice (nothing against that brand, I had fed its standard blend to my Timba for her entire life, with nary a problem). As the vet told me about dogs in the wild, and how they don't eat rice, wheat, corn or other grains, as a general wild-dog rule; and then proceeded to instruct me to start feeding grain-free, I couldn't help but wonder what has changed since the 1990s when Timba did so well on regular ol' dog food as to live to the ripe, old age of 18 (unheard of for a black lab)! Why, exactly, ARE we hearing so much these days about dogs (and humans) being gluten-sensitive, and grain-sensitive? Has something changed in the way these foods are being made, in the type of grain being used, growth hormones, GMOs? What?
The challenge for me, living in a remote area of Massachusetts with the nearest large pet store being 20 miles away, and overnight delivery of products ordered online being all but sketchy, was finding grain-free dog food in a convenient location at all, let alone at an affordable price. I initially chose one brand mentioned by the vet because they carried it at the local tractor store, even though it was incredibly expensive. About a year or two into using that brand, that company had a recall. I brought my un-finished bag of dog food back to the store and was given a refund. I had to buy something to feed the dogs, so I tried another, even more expensive brand of grain free dog food, and have been using that up until recently when I noticed Cooper was having "gas" problems, and we decided to try switching food again. I now have the two younger dogs on a completely different brand of grain-free food, at a lower price than the previous ones, and Hobie is on a "senior" food (which does include rice).
Grain free dog foods are said to be formulated to provide more concentrated energy, with higher levels of fat and protein, which enables you to feed your dog smaller quantities. This saves money and also provides your canine pal with loads of healthy energy.
So, how DOES one find affordable grain free dog food for their canine family member? The choices are numerous if you have the ability to spend a lot. But if you're looking to stay on a reasonable budget, Diamond Naturals has developed a grain-free product that claims to be a high-quality product without the high price.
According to Diamond Naturals, their foods make quality nutrition affordable because they are made from high-quality ingredients which provide everything dogs need for good health and at a price that won't hurt your pocketbook. It's the same quality product as Diamond Naturals' regular food, minus the grains. It comes in great flavors including beef, chicken or fish, each mixed with sweet potato.
You can find Diamond Naturals grain free dog food at the same locations where regular Diamond Naturals foods are sold, or online at many different outlets. Check out Diamond Naturals own web site for a vendor near you, and don't forget to follow Diamond Naturals on Facebook.
For more money-savings tips for your healthy, happy hound, check out this article from dogtipper.com about putting your canine pal on a budget!
This post is sponsored by Diamond Naturals. I am being compensated for helping spread the word about Diamond Naturals Grain Free dog food, but k2k9/K.S. Mueller/Millennium Dog Productions only shares information we feel is relevant to our readers. Diamond Naturals is not responsible for the content of this article.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Wordless Wednesday - booster shots
Three-part yowlony was the order of the day this morning as all three cats went on a ride and received their booster shots!
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| Look left! Three Dog Night got nothin' on us |
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| Whazzat? (cars whizzing by on Route 9) |
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| Wazzat? Close-up Tux |
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| Cali (Houdini) escaped from this contraption TWICE before we left home |
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| Newman drew the short straw (small crate) and was not amused |
Everyone got a clean bill of health
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Dog memorials
Today is the second anniversary of Hector's death. I never stop thinking about Hector, even though I have three other dogs and many activities to keep me busy. Hector is always in my heart, and mind. He is everywhere in this house, and at the house at the Cape, and in my car. He is basically always with me, always watching over me, always by my side. I never thought this dog we got as "second banana" to pack leader Hobie would wind up being the one who stole my heart, but he did. I know Gil feels the same way.
(first photo I ever took of Hector, at the farm where he was born)
A month or so after he died, Tori Amos' album "Night of Hunters" was released, and the lyrics to the song "Carry" pretty much say it all:
You will not ever be forgotten by me,
In the procession of the mighty stars,
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart,
Here I will carry, carry, carry you,
Forever
This morning, I went over to the spot in the yard that our friend Craig created as a memorial to Hec. It's kind of a funny coincidence that Hector died on Craig's birthday.
After I said a few words ("Hector! Who pooped on your memorial?!" and "I miss you, buddy, I think about you every day.") I went back into the house, made an iced coffee, and logged in to the computer wondering if I would post anything about this anniversary. First thing I saw in my email was this article from Cesarsway Magazine about pet memorials. There are no coincidences.
Rather than describe the Hector Memorial (which is part of the larger Timba Memorial Park (a.k.a. our back yard!) here are a few pictures, worth a thousand words.
The "headstone" Gil had commissioned for the project
(It sat in the yard for over a year! Oh well.)
Breaking ground on the Hector Memorial
The finished product! Another beautiful job by Craig and Landscapes, LLC!
Stay tuned for a special reveal on Sept 15th! An excerpt from my soon-to-be-self-published collection of non-fiction essays about my dogs will appear in Cape Women Online Magazine!
Friday, August 23, 2013
A year ago today
Cooper joined our pack a year ago today!
Here are the highlights of the past year, with our Cooper.
Here are the highlights of the past year, with our Cooper.
Still recovering from amputation surgery, he proves he's still got it by hopping into a garden chair
Celebrating his first birthday on the beach in Gloucester
He can jump up on a bed and share it with a cat, too!
Became fast friends with Hobie
Cooper's first snow
Mom, that's BIG snow!
A winter car ride
A stop at Dunkin' Donuts after a great vet check-up
The love affair between Hobie and Cooper continues
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Tori turns 50
Taking a moment away from animals for one day to celebrate the 50th (gulp!) birthday of my favorite female musician, the mega-talented Tori Amos.
I always say I am Tori's "eldest" fan, meaning most of her fan base are now just on the far side of their 30s, on the threshold of pushing 40, while I am three years older than the artist herself. Nowadays, when I go to her concerts, I don't feel nearly as out-of-place as I did about 10 years ago when I went to see her at the Tsongas Arena up in Lowell, and all the UMass students were in the audience. I believe I was the oldest person there. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but I knew all the lyrics and they didn't! Hah! (if you click on that Tsongas Arena link, it's video of her playing "Little Earthquakes" during the show, the hand-clapping-with-rings you hear at the beginning and end is me ... a guy sitting next to us videotaped the whole show. You can even hear me talking on the tape at various places -- embarrassing!)
I first "met" (no I haven't really met her) Tori in 1998 when I was flipping the channels on the TV in my living room, wondering what to watch one night when Gil was away in Tobago on one of his months-long trips. I landed on VH1 and would have kept changing channels, but what I saw on that screen absolutely mesmerized me. It was the show called "Storytellers" (this link is the entire show that someone was kind enough to post on YouTube). I believe Storytellers may still be aired in some incarnation, even though the network VH1 itself has become unrecognizable. But anyway, there was this woman, this creature, playing the piano and singing. I had heard of Tori before, but I didn't really know any of her songs. I became absolutely riveted to the TV and couldn't take my eyes (and ears) off this incredible musician. Instantly hooked, I went out and bought all of her CDs the next day and began my obsession, playing them on a portable Sony "Walkman" CD player which was hooked up to the cassette player and cigarette lighter in my car. Every time I went over a bump, the CD would skip, but I didn't care. I wore out these CDs, especially the latest one "Boys For Pele" which still remains my favorite Tori Amos album (other fans would disagree, strongly).
I have since had the good fortune to see Tori in concert six times :) Here's Tori covering Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" at the 2011 Boston show during her classical tour promoting the classical album "Night of Hunters". During that show, she toured with a stringed quartet and no band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02pIwNh4Lc (no that is not me yelling "WOOOOO", thank goodness!). To demonstrate the diversity of this artist, here's Tori at the same theatre in Boston, in 2007, during her "American Doll Posse" tour in which she portrayed different characters each night of the show. This is the character of Pip. Also, during that tour she had her regular rock band in tow: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxbFcfMQZQY
Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows about my obsession with Tori. But I am not alone. Most of her fan base is a so-called "cult following", very obsessive bunch. Like the Grateful Dead back in the day (yes, I had the good fortune to see them live several times), Tori must be seen live. It is a requirement. Don't just listen to a studio album. You won't "get" it. Don't even listen to a live recording (there are many, I have over 800 Tori "songs" on my iTunes, most of them live recordings of the same songs that go around in bootlegs). You still won't "get" it. See Tori live, either on video or better yet in person. As with the Dead, no two shows are ever the same, she never plays the same song exactly the same way twice. She is a brilliant musician, even if the lyrics are sort of controversial and there are swear words.... the show is not-to-be-missed. But even if you do have the opportunity to see her live, unfortunately, some people still don't "get" it!
Tori happens to also wear the coolest shoes.
Well, that's my happy birthday take on Tori turning 50. I can hear her making up a ditty about herself right now, it'd go something like "I'm fif-tay, fif-tay; Happy birthday to me, I'm fif-tay"
From my 3rd row seats at Boston's Orpheum Theatre in 2011.
I cried, happy tears!
I always say I am Tori's "eldest" fan, meaning most of her fan base are now just on the far side of their 30s, on the threshold of pushing 40, while I am three years older than the artist herself. Nowadays, when I go to her concerts, I don't feel nearly as out-of-place as I did about 10 years ago when I went to see her at the Tsongas Arena up in Lowell, and all the UMass students were in the audience. I believe I was the oldest person there. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but I knew all the lyrics and they didn't! Hah! (if you click on that Tsongas Arena link, it's video of her playing "Little Earthquakes" during the show, the hand-clapping-with-rings you hear at the beginning and end is me ... a guy sitting next to us videotaped the whole show. You can even hear me talking on the tape at various places -- embarrassing!)
I first "met" (no I haven't really met her) Tori in 1998 when I was flipping the channels on the TV in my living room, wondering what to watch one night when Gil was away in Tobago on one of his months-long trips. I landed on VH1 and would have kept changing channels, but what I saw on that screen absolutely mesmerized me. It was the show called "Storytellers" (this link is the entire show that someone was kind enough to post on YouTube). I believe Storytellers may still be aired in some incarnation, even though the network VH1 itself has become unrecognizable. But anyway, there was this woman, this creature, playing the piano and singing. I had heard of Tori before, but I didn't really know any of her songs. I became absolutely riveted to the TV and couldn't take my eyes (and ears) off this incredible musician. Instantly hooked, I went out and bought all of her CDs the next day and began my obsession, playing them on a portable Sony "Walkman" CD player which was hooked up to the cassette player and cigarette lighter in my car. Every time I went over a bump, the CD would skip, but I didn't care. I wore out these CDs, especially the latest one "Boys For Pele" which still remains my favorite Tori Amos album (other fans would disagree, strongly).
I have since had the good fortune to see Tori in concert six times :) Here's Tori covering Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" at the 2011 Boston show during her classical tour promoting the classical album "Night of Hunters". During that show, she toured with a stringed quartet and no band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02pIwNh4Lc (no that is not me yelling "WOOOOO", thank goodness!). To demonstrate the diversity of this artist, here's Tori at the same theatre in Boston, in 2007, during her "American Doll Posse" tour in which she portrayed different characters each night of the show. This is the character of Pip. Also, during that tour she had her regular rock band in tow: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxbFcfMQZQY
Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows about my obsession with Tori. But I am not alone. Most of her fan base is a so-called "cult following", very obsessive bunch. Like the Grateful Dead back in the day (yes, I had the good fortune to see them live several times), Tori must be seen live. It is a requirement. Don't just listen to a studio album. You won't "get" it. Don't even listen to a live recording (there are many, I have over 800 Tori "songs" on my iTunes, most of them live recordings of the same songs that go around in bootlegs). You still won't "get" it. See Tori live, either on video or better yet in person. As with the Dead, no two shows are ever the same, she never plays the same song exactly the same way twice. She is a brilliant musician, even if the lyrics are sort of controversial and there are swear words.... the show is not-to-be-missed. But even if you do have the opportunity to see her live, unfortunately, some people still don't "get" it!
Tori happens to also wear the coolest shoes.
Well, that's my happy birthday take on Tori turning 50. I can hear her making up a ditty about herself right now, it'd go something like "I'm fif-tay, fif-tay; Happy birthday to me, I'm fif-tay"
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Hobie's famous!!
How funny that Dog Channel.com/Dog Fancy decided to use this picture of Hobie that I submitted to them earlier in the summer, for their captioning contest on Facebook!!
Post by DogChannel.com.
Should you want to see all the photos, here they all are!
Summer Dog Photo Gallery on DogChannel.com
Oh, looks like I uploaded a BUNCH of photos to the gallery! Doh! I don't even remember doing this!
Should you want to see all the photos, here they all are!
Summer Dog Photo Gallery on DogChannel.com
Oh, looks like I uploaded a BUNCH of photos to the gallery! Doh! I don't even remember doing this!
Wordless Wednesday - home sweet home
Cooper and Hobie having a love affair
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Everyone loves Hobie, part two
The other day was Wordless Wednesday and I decided to post some pictures of all the other animals cuddling with Hobie. There was nothing wrong with Hobie at the time, I just thought it was cute how many times I had snapped a picture of one of the other pets snuggling or chumming around with him.
That night, or more accurately, the next morning at 5 a.m., Hobie became very ill from what was eventually diagnosed, after a 3-day hospital stay, as "severe gastritis of unknown origin". I went home from work early that Thursday night, after getting a call from Gil saying to come home that Hobie was still not well. I took Hobie across the street to the lake for what I thought could potentially be his last swim. We sat on the beach together after he poked around in the water for a while, and I took video and photos "just in case". Just the two of us sat on the beach, and I said "Don't die on me, buddy. I love you. Please don't die one me." Selfish, I know. We walked home, and he puked once on the way. That was enough for me, I called the vet, he said do not pass go, get him to the 24/7 vet right away, don't call first, just go. I used to live up by Wachusett Animal Hospital, so I sort of knew the way, but it had been years, and it was dark out, it was an hour away from home, my dog was puking, and I was upset. I managed to find the place, between tears, after overshooting their road a few times.
Having to bring my 13 year old dog, the canine love of my life, to the hospital on a dark, summer night way up in the woods an hour away from home, and him never having had any operations or any medical procedures of any kind, was so scary and stressful for both of us. Leaving him there tore my heart to pieces. I remember leaving him and Hector at the kennel when I went on vacation, all those times, for many years, and I always cried, even though I knew they were in good hands -- I was the one with separation anxiety, not them! I hated leaving him at the hospital the other night; I wondered if he wondered why I left.
Living in the house for three days without Hobie was horrible. Not only were we sick with worry, but it was just so weird in the house without him there. He has always been here, during these last 13 years, an ever-present icon of beauty and the glue that held us all together. Like I said, everyone loves Hobie. The cats were lost without him, they kept looking for him (ok, maybe Bullet didn't, but the other two definitely did).
I hate to say it, but I think Charlie Brown felt he had won the battle for pack leader during those three days. Who am I kidding?! he thinks he's the pack leader all the time! Shoot, he was even described as the pack leader in his bio on Petfinder.com when we first found out about him being the last remaining member of the Kate-Plus-8 litter of puppies! Cesar Millan says you don't get the dog you want, you get the one you need. Hmmm.... I'm still trying to figure out why I need this dog!?
Cooper didn't exactly seem lost without his friend, Hobie, but I guess he did miss him -- when Hobie came home yesterday Cooper went nuts.
So did Cali, the only other lady in the house besides me -- she ran up to us when we were walking up the road upon our return. Like something out of a movie, play violin music, film it in slow-mo, if she could have, she would have had arms outstretched.
Hobie came home last night with a set of medications and instructions as long as Cooper's missing limb, but he was spunky and seemed as happy to be home as we were to have him here. The first overnight it seemed iffy, we left him in the kitchen with a baby gate between the easy-to-clean, but cold, kitchen floor and the brand-new carpet that he had already soiled once. He seemed weak and lethargic. I tried to lie next to him -- he on the cold floor, me on the dog bed. He sat up, looked at me incredulously, as if to say "REALLY, MOM?" He stood up, I got off the dog bed, he got on it, he went to sleep. I moved to the couch. About 2:30, when I could no longer stand Cooper's farts (he was on the couch with me) I moved to the bedroom, satisfied that Hobie was well. He had moved around a lot on that bed, and it reminded me of the night Hector died, which wasn't easy... a similar bed, a similar situation. But this morning, the outcome was completely different. He was well! He had recovered almost 100% overnight. He held down his food and water. He went up and down the deck stairs three times before 10 o'clock.
The people at Wachusett Animal Hospital, and particularly Dr. Funk (ok, the entire week I have had this song stuck in my head -- the original, not the Red Hot Chili Peppers cover! Right. We must see the humor in these situations. The opening line of the song is "The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby; and they call me the big pill" -- Ok NOT FUNNY since I had the worst migraine ever all day today).
But seriously, the people at WAH are extraordinary, hard-working, thorough and caring. "Thank you" seems lame, and is hardly enough. They took such good care of Hobie, they really cared, they didn't leave out a detail and made no assumptions. They were in constant touch with me about his condition, and asked my advice and opinion about things. If we had to go through this experience, thank Dog it was with these folks!
Our family was given a gift this weekend. The gift of more time with our beloved water-loving, handsome-eyed, senior dog, Hobie. I plan to savor every moment. After all, I hear August is the time to Celebrate Senior Pets.
That night, or more accurately, the next morning at 5 a.m., Hobie became very ill from what was eventually diagnosed, after a 3-day hospital stay, as "severe gastritis of unknown origin". I went home from work early that Thursday night, after getting a call from Gil saying to come home that Hobie was still not well. I took Hobie across the street to the lake for what I thought could potentially be his last swim. We sat on the beach together after he poked around in the water for a while, and I took video and photos "just in case". Just the two of us sat on the beach, and I said "Don't die on me, buddy. I love you. Please don't die one me." Selfish, I know. We walked home, and he puked once on the way. That was enough for me, I called the vet, he said do not pass go, get him to the 24/7 vet right away, don't call first, just go. I used to live up by Wachusett Animal Hospital, so I sort of knew the way, but it had been years, and it was dark out, it was an hour away from home, my dog was puking, and I was upset. I managed to find the place, between tears, after overshooting their road a few times.
Having to bring my 13 year old dog, the canine love of my life, to the hospital on a dark, summer night way up in the woods an hour away from home, and him never having had any operations or any medical procedures of any kind, was so scary and stressful for both of us. Leaving him there tore my heart to pieces. I remember leaving him and Hector at the kennel when I went on vacation, all those times, for many years, and I always cried, even though I knew they were in good hands -- I was the one with separation anxiety, not them! I hated leaving him at the hospital the other night; I wondered if he wondered why I left.
Living in the house for three days without Hobie was horrible. Not only were we sick with worry, but it was just so weird in the house without him there. He has always been here, during these last 13 years, an ever-present icon of beauty and the glue that held us all together. Like I said, everyone loves Hobie. The cats were lost without him, they kept looking for him (ok, maybe Bullet didn't, but the other two definitely did).
I hate to say it, but I think Charlie Brown felt he had won the battle for pack leader during those three days. Who am I kidding?! he thinks he's the pack leader all the time! Shoot, he was even described as the pack leader in his bio on Petfinder.com when we first found out about him being the last remaining member of the Kate-Plus-8 litter of puppies! Cesar Millan says you don't get the dog you want, you get the one you need. Hmmm.... I'm still trying to figure out why I need this dog!?
Cooper didn't exactly seem lost without his friend, Hobie, but I guess he did miss him -- when Hobie came home yesterday Cooper went nuts.
So did Cali, the only other lady in the house besides me -- she ran up to us when we were walking up the road upon our return. Like something out of a movie, play violin music, film it in slow-mo, if she could have, she would have had arms outstretched.
Hobie came home last night with a set of medications and instructions as long as Cooper's missing limb, but he was spunky and seemed as happy to be home as we were to have him here. The first overnight it seemed iffy, we left him in the kitchen with a baby gate between the easy-to-clean, but cold, kitchen floor and the brand-new carpet that he had already soiled once. He seemed weak and lethargic. I tried to lie next to him -- he on the cold floor, me on the dog bed. He sat up, looked at me incredulously, as if to say "REALLY, MOM?" He stood up, I got off the dog bed, he got on it, he went to sleep. I moved to the couch. About 2:30, when I could no longer stand Cooper's farts (he was on the couch with me) I moved to the bedroom, satisfied that Hobie was well. He had moved around a lot on that bed, and it reminded me of the night Hector died, which wasn't easy... a similar bed, a similar situation. But this morning, the outcome was completely different. He was well! He had recovered almost 100% overnight. He held down his food and water. He went up and down the deck stairs three times before 10 o'clock.
The people at Wachusett Animal Hospital, and particularly Dr. Funk (ok, the entire week I have had this song stuck in my head -- the original, not the Red Hot Chili Peppers cover! Right. We must see the humor in these situations. The opening line of the song is "The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby; and they call me the big pill" -- Ok NOT FUNNY since I had the worst migraine ever all day today).
But seriously, the people at WAH are extraordinary, hard-working, thorough and caring. "Thank you" seems lame, and is hardly enough. They took such good care of Hobie, they really cared, they didn't leave out a detail and made no assumptions. They were in constant touch with me about his condition, and asked my advice and opinion about things. If we had to go through this experience, thank Dog it was with these folks!
Our family was given a gift this weekend. The gift of more time with our beloved water-loving, handsome-eyed, senior dog, Hobie. I plan to savor every moment. After all, I hear August is the time to Celebrate Senior Pets.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
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