Big day tomorrow

Posted on 20th May 2009 in Life, Opinions, Pets

Tomorrow Xian goes in to be spayed. I’m nervous. I know it’s a common surgery. I know it’s for the best. But she is my baby. When I nap she is there to cuddle up behind my knees or against my back. But a responsible pet owner must soldier on and do what is best for her. So I’ll cross my fingers and try to focus on my day.

Chinese Crested Powder Puffs can make good farm dogs

Chinese Crested Powder Puffs can make good farm dogs


Here’s a picture of her at my parents house in Bow. She loves to go to “Gramma’s” house. She runs around and marks everything outside.(I recently found out that it is very common for even female Chinese Cresteds to mark. Xiann even lifts her leg like a boy if she needs to.) This last visit she actually rolled in the dirt after smelling something cool. Needless to say it was bath time when we got home.

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Guess

Posted on 19th February 2009 in Life, Pets

     For many people animals are not a part of their lives. I think it is sad. Animals can be the best therapy, walking or other activity companion, bed-fellow and cheerful alarms. I consider myself very lucky. Animals have always been a big part of my life. I grew up in the country where animals dotted my parents home, outside and inside. When I was 12 I got my own dog, though I am a firm believer that we belong to animals. Her name was Guess. She was born on September 24th 1996. Sadly, this Tuesday, February 16th, my baby left us for what I have always imagined a beautiful place, doggie heaven. Though I am not religious and am not sure if there is life after death; if there is a heaven I would like to think that our constant companions, pets of any size, that steal our hearts, will wait for us to join them.
     I am heartbroken and will miss her very much – she has been a companion for half of my life. I have always felt a closer link to my furry friends than to most people.

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Switching dog foods

Posted on 7th January 2009 in Food, Pets

Xiann

Xiann


     I think that I have mentioned that we put our little dog, Xiann, on a partially raw diet a few months ago. As a caring pet parent, I want her and Milo to have the best nutrition that I can provide. Milo refuses to eat raw anything so he’s still being fed kibble. You can’t make a cat do something they do not wish to do.
     So I have done some things for Xiann. She no longer eats the typical meats for raw or kibble. Not that they are bad but because I have read that some dogs have slight intolerances to severe allergies of common meats like chicken or beef. Also, having read that it is better to rotate different protein based foods to allow for proper nutrition, I have been doing that at the end of each little bag of kibble. Makes sense to me, we don’t eat the same thing everyday and expect to have all our needs met.
     I thought things were going well. Then in the recent month or so she has been throwing up a lot. She has also been refusing to eat the kibble anymore. Of course, she loves the raw and would eat it all day if I let her. We have been watching her closely, hoping that she is not sick and it is just dealing with an upset, sensitive tummy.
     On Monday, I gave her allotment of raw and kibble and she let the kibble sit out and refused to eat it. Rick, later that day, enticed her to eat some kibble. Not long after, she went to sleep on the couch with us. A couple minutes after I woke her up to potty she regurgitated again. Looking closely, I saw the kibble. Poor baby. A few minutes after this, she started to act hungry. I gave her a small piece of raw and watched her. She acted close to normal. She was tired, but she never acts completely normal after puking. However, she did not look “yucky” anymore. Her belly was not tender and her tail was wagging.
     Due to this, Rick and I have decided that she will go on a pure, natural diet of no kibble. She will eat the safe foods for dogs to eat, cooked lightly by yours truly. I’ve done a little research and have found lists of safe foods for dogs to eat. Those are the foods that you find in kibble. This way however, I will be able to control the quality of her food more closely.

     So here it is, the list of dog safe and unsafe foods.

• Meats cooked rare such as chicken, turkey, beef. But not salmon, pork, or lamb which due to parasites should be thoroughly cooked. ( A couple of the sites do not recommend feeding raw because of the slight chance that a dog will get salmonella poisoning. Though I wish to feed raw, I am not set up to do it at home, by hand, at the moment.) I am considering supplementing her diet with some raw from the feed store because if you get a good raw, it will contain bones and liver, which dogs need.
• Some veggies such as lettuce, carrots, green beans, potatoes, red and green bell peppers, and yams are safe. I do however have hesitations feeding dogs potatoes and yams due to what I have read about those foods raising blood sugar in people more than sugar. I will due more research.
• Some grains, but not in large quantities: rice, oats and whole grain breads that due not have sugar added.

     Do not feed onions or garlic. Nor pits or seeds of apples, cherries, peaches or other such fruits as some of them contain cyanide. If you feed your dog any of theses fruits, be sure to core and pit them because they don’t know to avoid those things. No chocolate, or any form of caffeine. No nuts, especially macadamian nuts, and no nutmeg. An exception would be natural, no sugar added peanut butter. (That means no Jiff, but Adam’s Peanut butter would be okay.) No tomatoes or mushrooms. Nor animal fat or fried foods which are also high in fat, they are not good for us, so don’t give them to your dogs. No cooked bones because they can splinter and poke holes in the digestive track which is very dangerous. No raisins or grapes or uncooked eggs. Absolutely no xylitol, sugar or corn syrups. As a rule, you don’t have to sweeten a dogs food. However, honey and molasses is okay in very small quantities.

     If you read something, you do not believe to be accurate, please let me know. I do not want to be providing inaccurate information. Also, because I wish to give my dog the safest foods, if I learn anything more I’ll make another post.

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End of the flea war and a cute picture

Posted on 18th November 2008 in Pets

     The flea war is over. I gave Xiann her weekly bath today and there were no drowning black dots. I have not seen any on her belly in about a week. She is still itchy but I think that has to do with her skin being dry not fleas. So ends our battle. It should be several months before I will have to start worrying about it again. She is now napping quietly next to me on the couch, looking content.

     This picture is one I took a few weeks ago. She usually naps next to me on the couch when I’m blogging or researching something new on the net with my new blue laptop. That afternoon I took many pictures trying to show how cute she was as she was trying to lay her head on my keyboard. This is the only one that wasn’t blurry. She looks odd I think. But I still like it.

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I fell in love with a four-legged man

Posted on 25th September 2008 in Life, Pets

Yes, he is a horse. He’s beautiful. I first met him a few years ago. My brother’s friend Treavor gave him a home. I’ve ridden him once, a long time ago when he first came here. He reminded me so much of my first love Pretzel. He is the stocky kind of Quarter horse, chestnut, though not nearly as deep a red as Pretzel was. He like Pretzel has a hole in his head. Pretzel had one, a rather large dent, in the middle of his eyes. It was from an accident during a thunderstorm. That story is for another post. Coco, that’s this guy’s name, is missing an eye, so he has an eyehole socket. But it doesn’t make him look grotesque, rather it gives him character, makes him better. He really is a handsome horse. He’s pretty tall at least 16 hands, maybe even 17. I told my mom he makes me feel short. Pretzel didn’t make me feel short and he was right around 15 hands.
Coco, is stubborn, full of attitude and wants something from you. He wants to do his own thing, go his own speed as I found out the day I rode him. It was okay though. I loved feeling that power underneath me. I loved how he challenged me in everything I did. He feels like a younger version of Pretzel whom was 24 when he came to be with me. Coco is between 13 and 15 we think.
Now he’s a few years older and lonely. Ian’s friend is away at college. Some children feed him and pet him. Mom thinks he misses people. I want to be that person. I can’t go up there often. I don’t think I would, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds and offend them by “adopting” him. I want to pull out my old tack and brushes, though I’m not sure what is left anymore. It was all so painful to deal with after Pretzel died.
I was stroking his cheek and watched the dirt float away in the breeze. Of course mentally planning stowing away a few dollars here and there and getting a curry and a brush and a pick. Wondering to myself, “Can I trim his feet? I think Treavor does, he could teach me.” I love the way he smelled. Want to walk the pasture to find all the holes so I can ride him safely and not get pitched off. Shop for an English saddle, used to replace the one I had.
I miss my horsy days. I want to get my fingernails dirty with horse dirt. I want to brush Coco until he shines, comb or clip his mane. I want to be his companion. I’ve heard people talk about how having pets isn’t right. You shouldn’t lord over an animal. Let them be. Well, we have created these animals and have a duty to care for them. Horses and dogs and cats, you don’t lord over them. You have a relationship with them. If they are pack animals you become part of their mini pack. Pretzel and I had a great companionship. He enjoyed being around me, and I loved him more than I’ve loved most people. I miss that. I miss feeling my spirit commune with another different spirit. I know, sounding like a ridiculous hippy. It not that the name of my blog? I want Coco to want me, to butt me in the back (hopefully gently) for a neck rub. I want my days with my first love back. Just to be girl and horse for a while.

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Never a dull moment – The nanny chronicles (part 1)

Posted on 23rd July 2008 in Life

I was reminiscing today about my days as a nanny. Good days, fun days, never boring. I remembered once incident in particular. It was summer, my second summer with Braden and Carlea. This year they had a dog, a bouncy black lab puppy named Sassy. She could never keep still. She was always running around, slipping on the hard wood floors, or attacking my cactus. To be fair she only did that once. She drove me nuts but I loved her too.
Braden was 7 ½ and Carlea was 4 ½. That summer was very hot on Big Lake. There were very few breezes and even fewer cool days. The house heated up in the morning and never really cooled off. The windows let the sun beat down on us.
That day it was mid afternoon. We had just finished lunch. The kitchen and table were a mess of course. I was going to clean up and it was time for the kids to chill and let their tummies settle to business. I asked the kids to play quietly upstairs until I was done. Up they went and on I went to tidy up. I was doing the dishes when I heard the ominous sound of nothing. Shoot, that’s never good.
“Braden! Carlea! Are you upstairs?” I called up the hallway. Braden yelled down, but Carlea wasn’t there.
“Where is Sassy?”
“I don’t know.”
“Shoot, shit, shit.” I thought. “Carlea where are you?”
No reply. I stood quietly. I heard a little sound coming from the direction of the garage. I walked down the hall, looking down the stairs to make sure I didn’t see my apartment door open. Sometimes she likes to get into my makeup and “make herself beautiful”. Nope. I heard the noise again. Opening the garage door I saw Carlea standing in front of the dog crate. Sassy was locked inside and looked unhappy, even worried. In fact she wasn’t moving, just standing stiffly. I looked at Carlea again and saw what it was that she was holding. A spray can of Resolve. She had soaked Sassy. She looked at me and realized that she was in trouble. She said nothing and stepped back.
I walked over and reached for the cage.
“Carlea why did you do this? Put down the can and go inside, wash your hands and sit on your bed. Now please.” I said very calmly. I had looked at her hands to make sure that they were not wet and didn’t smell like chemicals. Braden had come down and was standing in the doorway. He looked like he was going to cry.
“Braden it’s okay, please go inside.”
He sniffled and did as I asked. Opening the cage door I reached for Sassy’s collar and she quietly came with me. Her mouth was shut and she was clearly upset. I led her upstairs to the kid’s bathroom. She didn’t freak out or get excited. She stood, for the first time in her life, calmly in the tub. I soaped her up with shampoo, crooning calming words in her ear. She looked at me pitifully, but trusting.
She didn’t flinch as I wiped around her eyes and nose with a soapy cloth . She stood so calmly. I think she knew I was trying to fix her, make her better. I soaped and rinsed her couple of times and then dried her off. I let her go and she ran off like nothing was wrong.
“Carlea, come here please.” She came in looking very worried.
“Yes, Melissa? I’m sorry.” She said very quietly, head bent, chin almost touching her chest.
“Do you know why I sent you too your room?” I pulled her close to me. “Did you wash your hands?” I sniffed her little pink palm. Just soap.
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. Do you know why you were sent to your room?”
“Because I spray Sassy.” She looked down at the floor and made circles with her toe.
“Yes, honey. Please don’t ever lock Sassy away or spray anything on her. It can make her and you very sick. I don’t want you guys to get sick. It’s scary.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry.” She hugged me back. Braden stood in the bathroom door.
“Melissa? Is Sassy okay?” He still looked like he was going to cry.
“Yes, I cleaned her all up. She’ll be fine.” I reached my arm out to pull him into a hug. I was really worried about Sassy. I didn’t know if she had licked any of it or breathed too much of it in. But I didn’t want them to worry.
“Okay, just remember don’t ever play with cleaners or sprays okay? They can make you sick. They are only for your mommy and daddy and I to use.”

It turned out Sassy was fine. She drank a bunch of water and kept eating and ran around like her crazy self. And after that all cleaners in the garage were picked up. No one knew where she got the spray. We found them all and put them up safely. I wanted to cry and laugh, and shake my head. I did all when the kids weren’t looking.

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Animal cruelty? You decide.

Posted on 19th July 2008 in Opinions

Yes. This is a subject that just boils my blood. First, let me identify the problem. Putting pets in the bed of a truck, whether leashed or unleashed. It is unsafe. Have you seen what happens when they fall or jump out? Well I have. It’s horrible. It’s cruelty. You hopefully wouldn’t put your child in the back of your truck and drive 70+ miles an hour on the free way, buckled or unbuckled. You would get arrested if you did.

Sometimes I think that people really don’t think about anything. Not seriously. Or they are so self involved or completely diluted and think that the dog is their property and they can do whatever they want. I am completely ashamed of those people. They make me sick. I wish I could steal those dogs away and keep them safe and feed them good food. People are disgusting.

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