August 5th, 2012
Many pet owners enjoy taking their pets with them on vacation. While away, there’s always the tendency to overindulge in treats or beverages and share those treats with their furry babies. Some human foods are toxic, some lethal and some human foods can upset their digestive system enough to make them wish you had left them home with the pet sitter.
Foods you should be aware of and never let your pet eat.
Chocolate, coffee, caffeine: These products contain substances called methylxanthines, which can cause vomiting and diarrhea, panting, excessive thirst and urination, hyperactivity, abnormal heart rhythm, tremors, seizures and even death. Darker chocolate is more dangerous than milk chocolate, while white chocolate has the lowest level of methylxanthines. Baking chocolate contains the highest.
Alcohol: Alcoholic beverages and food products containing alcohol can cause vomiting, diarrhea, decreased coordination, central nervous system depression, difficulty breathing, tremors, abnormal blood acidity, coma and even death.
Avocado: This one actually surprised me, since I’ve heard of people feeding their dogs avocado to give them a shiny coat. But the leaves, fruit, seeds and bark of avocados contain persin, which can cause vomiting and diarrhea in dogs.
Macadamia nuts: Macadamia nuts can cause weakness, depression, vomiting, tremors and hyperthermia in dogs. Signs usually appear within 12 hours of ingestion and last approximately 12 to 48 hours.
Grapes and raisins: These fruits can cause kidney failure.
Yeast dough: Yeast dough can rise and cause gas to accumulate in your pet’s digestive system. This can be painful and can cause the stomach or intestines to rupture.
Raw/undercooked meat, eggs and bones: Raw meat and raw eggs can contain bacteria such as salmonella and e. coli that can be harmful to pets. Raw eggs contain an enzyme called avidin, which can lead to skin and coat problems. Raw bones can pose choking hazards, and bone splinters can become lodged in or puncture your pet’s digestive tract.
Xylitol: Xylitol is used as a sweetener in many products, including gum, candy, baked goods and toothpaste. It can cause insulin release in most species, which can lead to liver failure.
Onions, garlic, chives: These vegetables and herbs can cause gastrointestinal irritation and could lead to red blood cell damage. Although cats are more susceptible, dogs are also at risk if a large enough amount is consumed.
Milk: I have to admit that I let my cat drink out of my cereal bowl once I was done. But pets don’t have significant amounts of lactase (the enzyme that breaks down lactose in milk), so milk and other milk-based products cause them diarrhea or other digestive upset.
Salt: Large amounts of salt can produce excessive thirst and urination, or even sodium ion poisoning in pets.
While it is a good thing to take your pet to work, to the park the beach or the lake for a couple of hours, extended vacations should be left to the humans while your pet stays in his familiar home environment and on a schedule. They’ll be waiting, tails wagging with big smiles on their faces when you get home.
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April 10th, 2012
Saying goodbye to the ultimate survivor
By Betsy, co-founder of PetFinder.com
Posted April 9, 2012 4:40 PM |
This week we said a final goodbye to our very sweet hound, Jim, after six years together.
We are ruled by dual masters, and in my case, they rarely agree. My time with Jim has been punctuated by countless quiet, painful battles between my heart and my mind, especially his last few years when he was in and out of hospice care.
I met him as an old, strange community dog in Costa Rica with numbered days, so I don’t think either of us expected a long, or especially deep, relationship. But love often sneaks up on us, and if we are lucky, our intellect still gives way to passion. This is what happened to us.
The arc of our attachment had a lot to do with external factors. I was determined to not bond too deeply, since, from the beginning, I knew he only had a few months to live. Then somewhere around the fourth or fifth time he had a medical crisis in which the doctor gave him only a few months, I began to feel as if my hardy Jim, who kept surviving the unsurvivable, might, in fact, never leave me. So I fell in love with this dog and his quirky hound-dog behavior. He became a guidepost for me, and the fact that he’d chosen me increased my net worth substantially.
Here is how it all began … well, this is not really how it all began. Like so many of you, I can only imagine what my boy’s life was like before I met him. I have reason to believe it was full of romping and play and that he was well-cared-for (if not well-loved). But at some point he became homeless. He, like many community dogs, seemed more at ease around other dogs than in the house with people. AT FIRST. Once he discovered things like pizza and dog beds, he began to fulfill his true destiny: to be a house-potato.
I met Jim, sick and emaciated, six years ago on a trip to a small village in Costa Rica, where he blocked my way on the sidewalk, looked me in the eye, and howled — the most mournful sound I’ve ever heard. Old, starving, toothless, raw from mange, with a big gross tumor on his belly — I’d never seen anyone more pitiful.
I’ve had a rule all my life. I don’t go out of my way to find pets in distress to rescue, but if one crosses my path, he becomes my responsibility, And there on the sidewalk, it seemed very clear to me that Jim was saying (loudly), “Hey, get me outta here!” That was the most pointed directive I’d ever received, and I was hooked. All I needed was a crate and space on the little airplane that would take us over the mountains to San Jose, both somewhat problematic in this village. Oh, and a way to get him from Costa Rica to the U.S.
By hook and by crook, I found the local Costa Rican park service office and wrested an old broken-down monkey crate (and a roll of duct tape to hold it together) from the official in charge. Departure time neared, so we re-found Jim on the streets of the village. As we ineptly tried to bribe this “street” dog into the monkey crate, along came a hero — a BIG local dude who simply picked Jim up and tossed him into the crate like a sack of potatoes.
I offered to leave members of my party behind to make space for Jim on the little plane, but as it turned out, there was just enough space in the cargo area in the nose of the plane for the crate. We took off for San Jose and heard Jim’s baying over the roar of the engines as we flew over the mountain range.
Lucky for me (and for Jim), there happens to live a remarkable dog named BudBud Jones near San Jose who writes a weekly newsletter through the hand of his mother (who happens to be Kitten Jones of Petfinder member Lighthouse Animal Rescue), and I asked her to take Jim in until I could get him to the states. A month later, Kitten brought Jim, now with a veterinarian’s health certificate to prove he was a “companion animal,” to my New Jersey farm.
They landed in five-degree weather, and I will never forget the experience of picking up this shivering dog and this strong woman from the Newark airport. From Costa Rica to New Jersey! Jim must have thought there had been a terrible mistake. And then, to underscore this impression, it was off to the veterinarian!
The big tumor on Jim’s belly turned out to be bad news. Hemangiosarcoma. Serious stuff, and he seemed to have a lot of them. Chemotherapy was supposed to grant him six months to live. Many more tumors (and way more than six months) later, we learned that there was a doctor in Florida at Blue Pearl Specialty & Emergency Medicine who would laser them off by the dozens — no surgery, and no more chemo!
Jim adjusted to farm life. We’d go for long walks with the dogs, horses, goats, sheep, cat and guinea hens. Sometimes, fiercely independent Jim would leave the group and run off, baying, into the woods. As soon as we caught up with him, he would dart off to tree his next victim and bay at that tree until we caught up. And over and over. For hours we would chase him back and forth across our woods, trying to get a leash on him. He must have thought we were the worst hunters ever.
In Costa Rica, he’d lived by his wits, begging for food — hanging just outside the door of kitchens until someone would throw him a scrap. At our house, this translated to Jim getting “stuck” on thresholds. A lifetime of not being allowed inside was a hard habit to break. What ultimately won him over was his love of dry dog food. We imagined him thinking, “What? Food made JUST for dogs?! Heaven!” It remained his favorite “treat” throughout his life.
The first time I took Jim to PETCO, he was not impressed by the rows of toys, which he didn’t understand, or the stinky rawhides I was sure he’d love. The other dogs there were only moderately interesting. But when we rounded a corner and there in front of us, reaching to the sky, were dozens and dozens of beds — soft and supple, puffy beds as far as the nose could smell — Jim did a full-body shiver of excitement. For a street dog, it is the simple (puffy) pleasures that rock your world. Jim spent the next six years punctuating his lounging time with intermittent bouts of activity — but it was always back to one of his own beds as soon as possible.
It was more than three years before he initiated play with me for the first time. He bowed, chuffed and gummed my nose. I’ve never received a sweeter, or more long-awaited, kiss. This was about the same time he exhibited other strange new behaviors: panic attacks at the vet, fear of anyone he’d met after February of that year (we didn’t think our new, post-February friends were any worse than our pre-February friends), and, inexplicably, a sudden and insatiable desire for pancakes. These were clues, but we didn’t know to what.
Silver linings being what they are, this weird phase made us grateful Jim was toothless and slightly decrepit, because one spring morning, Jim decided our 81-year-old neighbor was the devil. Jim, at his fastest-paced, stiff-legged run, the one we called his “business run,” made his best effort to gum the old man into submission. It was a mostly unlikely turn of events being played out in my living room as the two seniors battled it out. Luckily, no damage was done (other than hurt feelings).
One day, Jim turned blue and almost passed out at the vet’s office. They mistook it for bloat and gave him an x-ray. That was when they saw a little pea-sized tumor on his adrenal gland. The adrenal gland is responsible for those life-and-death, fight-or-flight hormones, and when it goes haywire, strange things happen. But adrenal surgery is dangerous and Jim was not a great candidate, so just in case (once more), we said good-bye as they took him back for the procedure. He did great, and once we removed the tumor he went right back to easygoing Jim.
Jim’s last year with us was especially rich because it was actually of higher quality than many of his years before. When arthritis and disc disease threatened his lifestyle, a good friend (and veterinary acupuncturist) recommended cold laser therapy that allowed Jim to enjoy walks again. His veterinarian was creative, and we found that testosterone injections addressed some muscle weakness and gastrointestinal issues associated with mega-esophagus. Another creative veterinarian friend recommended low-dose antibiotic therapy for Jim’s chronic pneumonia.
Over the balance of our six years together, Jim’s near-death experiences kept us in a chronic state of saying goodbye. Heroic measure after heroic measure kept Jim alive and happy — and many folks thought we were nuts. But how do you not allow a survivor to survive? It is, after all, the ultimate high achievement. And for Jim, it is what he did best. After mange, cancer, pet-food-related kidney failure, disc disease, arthritis, more cancer, atypical Cushing’s, mega-esophagus, incontinence, bladder infections, more kidney failure, pneumonia, adrenal tumor, aural hematoma, more cancer, more pneumonia and a lung tumor the size of a grapefruit, last week Jim appeared to have had a series of strokes that left him finally unable to bounce back. A wonderful hospice veterinarian met us at our home, and after sharing a whole pizza on our patio overlooking the Gulf of Mexico (in his favorite bed), we said good-bye. Again.
Now, after saying good-bye “for real,” after so many false alarms, my relief and sorrow blur together. Tired of battling over what to do with Jim, my heart and mind finally find comfort in this hazy space. Today Jim is not uncomfortable. Today I am not worried whether or not Jim is comfortable. Today we are both free. And even though I would never choose to leave Jim, I am overwhelmed by having had the great honor of helping him leave me while he felt loved and peaceful (and full of pizza).
To others out there who are in the midst of hospice care for their companion, please know that the end brings great peace and that finally, those dual masters — our heart and mind — fall into concert with one another.
This memoir is the beginning of my begrudging acceptance that my buddy is no longer here, and yet he remains very much with me, even though most of the signs of him are gone (my hardwood floors are no longer covered by a patchwork of rubber-backed area rugs, we no longer have a dog bed in every room, and the biggest drawer in the kitchen is no longer filled with dog diapers).
I am struck by the little things that positively changed the course of Jim’s (and my) life: duct tape, good diapers, creative veterinarians, cold laser technology, good beds, and nice people. As for me, I feel smarter, luckier and humbler for having the chance to love my survivor, Jim.
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February 6th, 2012
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January 16th, 2012
I rescued a human today
I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY by Janine Allen CPDT*
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.
A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.
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December 3rd, 2011
By Cheryl Goede
I once was a dog breed who was beloved…trusted with the smallest of charges, that’s me.
To watch them all day as they’d frolic and play, they had faith all the dangers I’d see.
The children would hug and caress me, they’d scratch my ears and we’d lie…
In the grasses and stay where we’d play all day, with our friends, until bedtime was nigh.
Then we’d go home each night in the fading sunlight, to the place where we’d rest our heads,
Until all was quiet, and the house was at peace, we would lie content in our beds.
That was then, they called me the “Nanny Dog” I did it all and upon me they did rely,
They knew I was a rock, they knew I was solid, they knew for them, I would die.
But you now know me as a “Pit Bull,” which for some reason makes people fear,
No happy smiles greet me, no hugs, no companionship, just hatred is all that I hear.
I sit in a cage, day by day, hoping someone will see the real me,
But every day, the others are adopted away, and the end is all I can see.
But then you walked in, you paused and stopped dead, as you looked at my pleading face….
There was “something about me” you said to the man, and my heart started beating a hopeful pace.
“I’ll take this one!” you told the worker, to my sheer disbelief, for I’d been passed over many times you see,
You brought me with you, took me to your home, where I had a whole family, all just for me.
See, we’re not the monsters, the media makes us out to be, we just have one thing we need,
To love, and be loved, that’s all that we ask, I think all creatures on earth can agree.
Now I am a dog beloved…trusted with the smallest of charges, that’s me.
I watch them all day as they frolic and play, and they have faith all the dangers I’ll see.
The children they hug and caress me, they scratch my ears and we lie…
In the grasses we stay and play all day with our friends, until bedtime is nigh.
Then we go home each night in the fading sunlight, to the place where we rest our heads,
Until all is quiet, and the house is at peace, we lie content in our beds.
Now again, they call me the “Nanny Dog” I do it all and upon me they do rely,
They know I’m a rock, they know I am solid, they know for them, I would die.
I am a Pit Bull.
~Dedicated to all of the Bully breeds/mixes that are waiting patiently to be adopted and to be loved in all of the shelters across our nation.
A note from Julie! Cheryl will be publishing a book and donating proceeds to rescues and shelters. If you wish to share this, please use the author’s name.
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November 1st, 2011
A Journey
Author Unknown
When you bring a dog into your life, you begin a journey – a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things about life, about yourself, and, most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures – jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower – except when heading home to the food dish – but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details – the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.
Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons brings ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain.
It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life’s most important details slip by. You will find yourself doing silly things that your dog-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the pet store aisle looking for the dog food brand your dog must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your dog enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewy toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie – with a dog in hot pursuit – all in the name of love. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that old plastic shopping bags are conveniently positioned by every house entrance for pick-up duty in the yard.
You will learn the true measure of love – the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.”
Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.
And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your dog always knew you to be – the one she was proud to call beloved friend. I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.
A pet’s time on earth is far too short – especially for those who love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.
The puppy that only yesterday was racing around the yard is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun, waking up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down, we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must, for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead – young and whole once more. “Godspeed, good friend,” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
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July 26th, 2011
“Dog Days of Summer” Baseball at Petco Park
by Kelsey Uruburu on July 26, 2011
I use to work for the San Diego Humane Society and one the perks of the job was being able to bring my dog, Dash, to work with me. He would get so excited every morning when I would strap him in this seat belt harness and head to work. Every single day when we would pull on to the block where I parked, he would let out a loud excited yelp. It never got old for him! Having him at work was great for me too. It’s been proven that petting an animal is shown to lower blood pressure and lessen anxiety. Most of the time, he would chew on a toy, or nap in my cubicle, but when I needed a break he was always there for a good pet. The San Diego Padres, who are sponsored by PETCO also have this philosophy. Every year, they have a “Dog Days of Summer” game where pet parents get to bring their pooch to the game. This year it’s tomorrow, Wednesday, July 27, against the Arizona Diamondbacks at 7:05 p.m.
If you haven’t already registered to bring your dog, unfortunately it’s too late this year, but there will be plenty of other people’s dogs for you to love. This year is going to be extra special because the Guinness Book of World Records officials will be present as the organizers attempt to set a world record for most dogs at a professional sporting event. Last year’s sellout event was open to 500 dogs, and this year the event has been expanded to allow up to 750 dogs to participate and become part of history.
Participating dogs will have the opportunity to attend a pre-game “tail” gate party and on-field pet parade. Prizes will be awarded to the top costumed dogs in a variety of categories. Once the game starts, dogs and their people will cheer on the Padres from the Park at the Park. Local adoption partners will also be in attendance to place homeless pets in loving forever homes. Just because you didn’t show up with a dog, doesn’t necessarily mean you will be leaving without one!
Only dogs with a valid “dog ticket” will be allowed to attend. Dogs who were approved to attend showed proof of current vaccinations and valid animal license prior to June 20, 2011. PETCO will provide animal care staff on the day of the event.
There are still tickets available for humans though, but buy ahead of time. This event sells out and when else will you get to be part of a Guinness Book of World Records, record? For more information or to submit a witty pet phrase to be displayed at the game, visit www.petco.com/petcopark. To purchase tickets visit the San Diego Padres ticket page.
Wag more, bark less and enjoy the game!
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July 2nd, 2011
We also offer pet sitting at special low prices to honor our country’s birthday!
Barbecues and fireworks are Independence Day favorites, but not so for your four-legged members of the family. The loud noises and chaos of the day can upset your dog. To help make the day special for everyone, the American Kennel Club (AKC®) offers tips to help keep your dog safe this Fourth of July. Among them:
• Even if your friend’s Fourth of July party is dog-friendly, it is safer to keep your dog home than to bring him. Keep your pets inside the house rather than outdoors. That way he won’t be tempted to leap over the fence to try and find you.
• The loud noise of fireworks can startle your dog. Keep him in a safe room where he is comfortable once the festivities begin. If your dog is crate trained, put him in his crate with a blanket so he feels secure. You can block the outside sights and sounds by lowering the blinds and turning on the television.
• Don’t feed your dog scraps from the grill. While you might be tempted to give him some as a treat, any sudden change to your dog’s diet can really upset his stomach.
• Avoid spraying your dog with insect repellant and only use sunscreen that is intended for animal use – human products can be dangerous to pets.
• Identification is extremely important in case your dog gets loose and separated from you. According to AKC Companion Recovery Service, the Fourth of July is one of the most active times of year for pet recovery. Dogs tend to get scared at the sound of the fireworks and run away. To make finding your lost dog easier, keep collar ID tag contact information up-to-date, have permanent ID with a microchip should his collar fall off and always alert your pet recovery service to any changes in contact information so they can find you when your dog is recovered.
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AMERICAN KENNEL CLUB OFFERS TIPS FOR A DOG-FRIENDLY FOURTH OF JULY
Barbecues and fireworks are Independence Day favorites, but not so for your four-legged members of the family. The loud noises and chaos of the day can upset your dog. To help make the day special for everyone, the American Kennel Club (AKC®) offers tips to help keep your dog safe this Fourth of July. Among them:
• Even if your friend’s Fourth of July party is dog-friendly, it is safer to keep your dog home than to bring him. Keep your pets inside the house rather than outdoors. That way he won’t be tempted to leap over the fence to try and find you.
• The loud noise of fireworks can startle your dog. Keep him in a safe room where he is comfortable once the festivities begin. If your dog is crate trained, put him in his crate with a blanket so he feels secure. You can block the outside sights and sounds by lowering the blinds and turning on the television.
• Don’t feed your dog scraps from the grill. While you might be tempted to give him some as a treat, any sudden change to your dog’s diet can really upset his stomach.
• Avoid spraying your dog with insect repellant and only use sunscreen that is intended for animal use – human products can be dangerous to pets.
• Identification is extremely important in case your dog gets loose and separated from you. According to AKC Companion Recovery Service, the Fourth of July is one of the most active times of year for pet recovery. Dogs tend to get scared at the sound of the fireworks and run away. To make finding your lost dog easier, keep collar ID tag contact information up-to-date, have permanent ID with a microchip should his collar fall off and always alert your pet recovery service to any changes in contact information so they can find you when your dog is recovered. To enroll your pet in a 24-hour recovery service, visit www.akccar.org.
For more information on responsible dog ownership, visit the AKC website at www.akc.org.
© The American Kennel Club, Inc.
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