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No Dog Left Behind

3/29/2016

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PictureHey, Is that your German Shepherd? I like shepherds. You want a Beagle? I could come home, sleep on your bed and shred anything you have on the floor. What do you say?
I used to talk all of my dogs to the Shelby Farms Dog Park; that is until Tommy turned from the mild-mannered boy that frolicked with all breeds into this canine Crip that believed everyone was a Blood. ​

For 10 years, no Tommy. Now he's like Grandpa walking. We couldn't make it very far past the gate. I took him to an appointment 

recently with Jack. I stopped and let them walk a little at Gaisman Park Both were pooped. 

Then I lassoed Deuce and Beagle, and we went to the dog park. Jack loves to go too. He can still run and frolic. They have the best time. A solid hour of Deuce swimming after a stick that she leaves about a foot from the bank. 
The beagle wades around the edge only going leg-pit high. She then finds a hill where she can roll over onto her back and do this goofy inchworm thing all the way to the bottom.

The other time she just prances around, her tail like a helicopter blade twirling and flirting with people. A few times she just walked away with them. Didn't notice until I could make out that tiny, tail-twirling butt headed for a better life.

I squealed by "Beagle Beagle Beagle," which I guess reminded her that she already has a family.

After an hour or so, I came home to two of the saddest dogs in America. They could sniff the lake and the scents from other dogs. They know that smell. Their noses quiver like that someone four houses down is frying bacon. Tommy and Jack were broken-hearted. The saddest eyes. I've always hated letting one dog go somewhere and not taking the rest.

That's why I always looked like Charlton Heston in "Ben Hur" whenever I walked my dogs. 

I know there are purists out there who believe I'm ridiculous. These dogs need to be caged-trained;  uhh "crate" trained. No people food. No eating before the humans eat....Yeah, yeah, yeah, we run a loose ship around here. So imagine a sucker like me trying to let the youngsters have some fun but not hurting the feelings of the old boys. 

Any suggestions that don't involve but these are my old boys, the ones I probably won't have by the end of the year. I can't take the others without them. 

So, does anyone have a way to handle this problem that doesn't involve making them sad?
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Will Tommy's DNA show a Lhasa Apso or a Brindled Great Pyrenees?

3/28/2016

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I don't need a DNA test to figure out that Tommy is of the canine species, that his unique conformation is pookie face, bat ears that show at least five expressions (sad, happy, hungry, adorable and aren't-you-giving-me-some-of-that-toast? I also know that can run that 100 pound-butt around the yard and use the same weight and height to stretch out diagonally across the bed leaving it impossible to sleep comfortably. 

Beyond that, I can't wait to see what the test shows me. I hope it's specific in certain breeds since pit bull is a phrase that can mean a handful of different types of dogs. The American Kennel Club calls their version the American Staffordshire Terrier. You'll stand corrected the first time you tell an owner you love their pit bull. Uhhh, he's not a Pit Bull they spit out like they are literally spitting out a peach pit. 

 There's been dog DNA testing for years. I waited until they finally completed the genome of larger breeds. But it seems like completing that genetic strandTommy's DNA is finding a DNA testing kit in Memphis and keeping the little bristle sticks balanced in the box. 

Checked three places this weekend for DNA kits. Nope. My plan was to buy a couple different brands to see if the results were similar. I finally found one at PetSmart. Wisdom Panel 2.0. Apparently, DNA tests are in such low demand, that the pet store chain keeps only one box in stock locked in the store manager's office.  Cost: $97.49. Plus tax: $107.51. Yep, more than $100 bucks to find out what kind of breeds this big lug might be mixed with.

It's the most-asked question asked about this boy. I've never taken him out walking or for a car ride without someone asking about him. Truth is that I've always wanted to know myself. So here I am, waiting until the timer started ticking on his life, to check it out.

It says it takes three weeks to get the results. That's my first red flag. THREE WEEKS? Since most pet stores don't carry them and the ones that do keep one in stock locked in the manager's office, how busy are they? 

I checked the mailing label to see if I was sending it to the mountains of Tibet. Nope, Lincoln Nebraska. 

So I open the package and pull out the Easy-to-Follow Instructions. 

They are easy. 
1. Open swab sleeve. Take out swab.
2. Firmly roll the swabs bristles between the inner surface of the cheek and gums about 15 seconds. One Sugarplum Fairy. Two, Sugarplum Fairy. Three, Sugarplum Fairy. Four, sugarplum fairy. I made it to about the 12th Sugarplum Fairy before he started waving that big head around like he was going to snap my swab in two. 

3. I stood the little swab, in one of two holes provided in the box. The picture shows them standing pencil straight. Mine kept teetering. I was afraid they were going to fall in the floor and be snatched up by the beagle, the equivalent of flushing $107.45 down the drain. 

4. I managed to get the second swab in with a bit of a fuss. For Pete's sake, I wasn't expressing his anal glands (don't know about that? Google it.) He couldn't just tolerate a few turns of a swab between the cheeks and the gums. I put them back in the sleeve, but did not reseal the sleeve as this can cause bacterial growth. Okay.

I was just about to log on to the website to get Tommy registered and receive my confirmation label, when my caught the smaller font of a more important message labeled IMPORTANT, which I failed to read, because I went straight to the larger No. 1 message of "Open Swab Sleeve."

IMPORTANT: Please wait approximately 2 hours after a meal or treat to begin my dog's DNA Collection.

WHAT?
WHAT?
I call a foul. How could you put information like that in a smaller font, up under  boldly labeled illustrations?

Just an hour ago, Tommy ate his Rachel Ray kibble, mixed with CocoLicious canned food, Duck flavor. That was followed by five marshmallows stuffed with medicine and peanut butter. 

Who wants to bet that his DNA shows he's a cross between a Mallard and a cashew? 




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You Shall not Pass!

3/23/2016

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He may be old. He may not move as fast as he once did, but, by George, he can lie in front of the dog door and play "troll under the Bridge."

​That!s his version of snapping at any dog who tries to pass him when they want to go outside. Yes, it's mean. Yes, I should make him move, but these days the boy doesn't have a lot of ways to have fun, so, I let him. He also gets a warmed, chopped hotdog in his food.

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The Uncivil War: The Defense of our Homeland

3/22/2016

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PictureJack scouts for potential incursions
It can happen at 5 a.m. or midnight. Our property invaders don't keep a schedule. We have an around the clock security system that carefully monitors for intruders. We've been lucky because our invaders usually aren't packing heat; just rooting around like four-legged crack addicts trying to get a fix or find an acorn that a dealer might trade for a pecan.  The only ones that have made it into the three-bedroom, one-bath headquarters are usually dead, carried in by a proud soldier who has done his job.

Right now we are in the season of the squirrel, of the mouse or worse, the roof rat. The sentries work shifts, based on whichever one is up to get a drink of water or just needs to stretch a bit. That guard gingerly pushes the plastic dog door cover open, snout first. There's the slightest wiggle and faint inhale from a nose the size of a walnut. 

If the sniff and snuffle inspection are clear,  the guard eases its head a little farther out the door for a visual. Dependent on whether the lookout is cataracted or not, the guard might spot the wisp of a squirrel tail as its owner frolics along the back fenceline.

The Sentry alerts the other soldiers with a noise that's somewhere between a sigh or a yelp. If the nearby dogs are stone deaf, the beagle whose ears are as big as Bologna slices will rouse them with a clickity click run on the hardwood. If the older soldiers are fast asleep on their backs, paws straight in the air in a dead cockroach pose, not even the occasional sound of "shooting bunnies" will awaken them. (A friend's euphemism for "cutting the cheese."
  

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Jack, Deuce and Beagle keep an eye out for possible invasion over the fenceline. (Jack is ready with his red ball in case there's a timeout for a game of fetch.)

The younger ones slink into a ridiculous cat-stalking position. It's futile since even the monkey grass isn't tall enough to hide the beagle, let alone a lab. They try to belly crawl across the yard. Crawl, crawl, crawl, stop. It's easier for the beagle since her belly sways about an inch above the ground.

They move closer and rise slowly on their haunches. They channel a cheetah's heart as they swoosh through the air and hurl their fat-furry bodies as high as a zinnia to capture, well, kill, their prey.


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Pet Pic of the Week: Happy Birthday, Poppy!

3/21/2016

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PictureThe Birthday Girl Poppy Oken
Poppy, a red merle Australian Shepherd, turned four years old today. He and his 12-year-old buddy Andy, a border collie, believe, just like all herding dogs, that their job is to round up animals or humans, to keep everything safe and orderly. The pair regularly herds those dogs running loose at Shelby Farms dog park. 

Poppy loves to play with a wood puzzle "dog casino" toy from Hollywood Feed. He also likes to steal space on Beth Oken's bed. Beth adopted Poppy from a woman who moved away to Colorado so he could be a buddy to Andy. ​

Since Poppy is younger than Andy, Beth goes on play dates with his friend Alice, a chow mix. Poppy's favorite treats are Sam's Yams. His favorite toy is a Kong Wobbler and next to herding, his favorite activity is to see how much mud he can bring into the house. His friend Melody Joon at Hollywood Feed at Poplar and Yates grooms him regularly, and he always comes out looking like a show dog, almost as handsome as Andy.

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The Worst Part of Owning a Pet

3/17/2016

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I hope all of you are doing well. I'm sorry I haven't posted a blog lately. I've been dealing with Tommy and Jack, my elderly boys, and coming to terms that they probably won't be here by the end of the year. At some point, there's a decision I have to make for both of them. It's the worst, isn't it? I tell myself it's a gift to them, but it's also a bullet to my heart.

I cuddle with them more. I give them more treats. I kiss them more. I always make sure Jack has his ball when he goes to bed, even if it means crawling on the floor to look under the sofa .Tommy now waits for me to nuke him a hot dog. He won't eat until I chop it up and put it in his bowl. that I chop up and put in his bowl. He gives a pookie face when he wants me to move the other dogs to another part of the sofa so he can climb up and snuggle against me.

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Some days he is romping around stealing the remote, my yarn or anything to make me chase him. Other days he limps around. He sleeps more than he used to. He goes everywhere I go. He pleads with me to take him walking, but we only get two doors down until he starts to limp. 

Jack moves slower. He sleeps harder. I never go anywhere alone and he won't go anywhere without his ball. If it's stuck under some furniture, he uses his head and eyes to point to the exact spot.

I've never had a dog who is this sweet. He's never so much as growled. He's like Charlie Brown at my house. The other dogs will steal his ball or jump in front of him for a treat. He takes it all with grace. 


If I think too much about losing them, my stomach becomes a knot; my mind won't go anywhere but to them. It's hard to talk or write about it. I'll just keep feeding Tommy hot dogs and sneaking treats to Jack. I'll spend my last nickel to keep them pain-free and here with me, but even money won't make that last forever. 

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Ask a Pro: Why Does my Dog's Breath Smell, uh, Like Dog Breath

3/9/2016

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PictureVeterinarian, Dr. Angie Zinkus
  There are several reasons why a dog or cat's breath smells bad. We all know dogs and cats will eat some nasty stuff, says Dr. Angie Zinkus, veterinarian at Germantown Parkway Animal Hospital

Dog: Cat Poop, dead animals (that they often roll around in) and other things
Cats: Innards of a rabbit, mouse, rat, bird or other prey

While humans don't eat the nasty things I just mentioned, they also can suffer from halitosis (a polite way to say "bad breath).

The smell of your pet's breath can tell a great deal about their overall health. My job is to sniff out the problem. 

If the bad breath lasts more than a day or two, There may be other problems. One of the most common is periodontal (tooth) disease. That happens when plaque made of bacteria, clings to the teeth. Over a few days, the bacteria will mineralize and develop into tartar. If untreated, the plaque irritates the gum line and creates gingivitis (inflammation of the gums). 
     
​Other signs of dental disease are subtle, and many will not show any signs.  In addition to bad breath, some will have trouble chewing food and others will paw at their mouth.  Other symptoms include excessive drooling, bleeding from the mouth, sudden changes in behavior (such as aggression), inability to open or close mouth, an eye infection, and unusual discharge from the nose.  Occasionally, there's swelling underneath the eyes, which indicates an abscessed tooth.  If you've ever had an abscessed tooth, you'll understand your pet's pain.  If left untreated, the infection from the abscess can get into the bloodstream and become fatal. 



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Three weeks for DNA Test May Be Too Long a Wait. 

3/7/2016

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Every day, there's a knot in my stomach. I watch how he walks. At first, it's hard, like an old man, but I know that feeling. After he gets his medicine, it gets better. The reason I want to know the breeds that are mixed in my Tommy is because is that it's only a matter of time before we have to put him to sleep.

Like most things in my life, I wait until the last minute. And now it may be too late to look at the answers, and then look at him to see if I see the breeds.

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It's the subtle changes that are bringing the decision closer.I'm scared to write much about it because it makes it real.

Right now, he still likes to play some in the afternoon, he steals my yarn and the remote control. There's life in him. But inevitably, his deterioration will lead to suffering, and that I can't abide. No miracles for a huge 13-year-old dog. Just need to make sure I'm not propping him up to ease my suffering. ​

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What Kind of Dog is Tommy? Take the Poll!

3/4/2016

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Typically, the first question people ask when they meet Tommy. I tell them: "Pit bull mixed with something big." People usually guess Mastiff, Great Dane, Rottweiler. All possibilities. I've put him against those breeds, and he doesn't seem to have the body structure.
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He's 13 now. We've done just about everything to help him with his arthritis, but it's getting worse. We are getting close to the point where we will have to put him to sleep. I'm heartbroken. He's a special boy. You'd have to meet him to know what I mean. Girls from Dave's soccer team said they wanted to stop by to see me, truthfully, they wanted to see Tommy....or, more precisely, they wanted Tommy to put his head in their lap. He always obliged. I would do anything to keep him with us, but not to the point that we are making him suffer because we can't bear the pain of his loss.

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