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A Message From a Fort Doberdale Nemesis

This evening, Regis spotted the flying submarine, and alerted the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse that we were under attack by the beast. OK, we were really just under the thing, but we let Regis have his fantasy. Moreso, we participate in it.

Regis alerts the FDSP that we are under attack

The FDSP responds to the invader. Adrenalin flows.

The Posse responds.

The beast flies right over the Fort Doberdale campus! It seems to be trying to convey a message to us.

It’s carrying a message!

Regis doesn’t trust it no matter what message it’s trying to convey. He proceeds to give it a piece of his senior mind.

Regis gives the blimp a piece of his senior mind.

But the blimp disregards the warning from Fort Doberdale’s most senior Doberdude, and reveals its trademarked message.

Message is revealed.

The floating submarine’s pleasantries don’t appease Luna. She’s out to take the beast down. Luna’s loyalty can’t be bought.

Luna’s in a tizzy!

As a matter of fact, none of the Posse gives up loyalties. The pack rules and everyday’s a good-year day here at Fort Doberdale.

All for one, and one for all!

Luna, in all her frenzy to capture the floating goon, catapults herself over the boundary between the dog- and no-dog-zone. Ooops. Bad news. Annie’s impressed, but that’s not an acceptable Fort Doberdale manuever.

Luna’s flipped!

Though we want to get that varmint gone, FD Law must be obeyed. Luna flings herself back into the dog-zone, and steps back to give the blimp another appalled look. The flipped back ear is a definite indication of Luna’s disheveled feelings over the violation of her backyard privacy.

Back on the right side of the law.

Meanwhile, in my part of this world, well, there goes another “almost papaya.” I’m beginning to adjust to the fact that I may never get a freshly grown papaya off my own fruit tree.

Eewkay.

As the blimp fades into the sunset, Luna gives one last warning.

Luna’s last warning.

And Bouchard takes care of the punctuation mark.

Adieu beastly blimp!

Helen (click to e-mail me)

Monday Madness

Today I got into the elevator on the 26th floor to go to floor 16, and when the doors shut, Mr. Elevator said, “Floor 7. Going up.” Ewkay.

One of the dead bolts to a door of mine became unyielding when I returned home after work. This was not good being tonight was obedience practice, and I had to rush to feed everyone a well-balanced dinner, so no time to fix the bolt. I fretted, though, because I had to take Baby with me to class. It’s not fun to go drill class without your canine partner, and I wondered if I should stay home and fix the darn thing instead. Then I thought to myself, “Whaddya crazy? The house is well protected. Go.” So we went.

In class, Baby, once again, proved to me how much she HATES the recall. Somehow, she couldn’t hear me when I called her. Tonight, instead of running to do something else, she decidedly sat there and looked up and around her as if to say, “Did someone somewhere say something?” Yeah. What she was hearing were two obedience trial entry fees flapping their monetary wings bye-bye. We – that would be Baby and I – are entered in two upcoming trials. See, if we JUST pass them … not spectacularly, just pass them, Baby gets that darn Companion Dog title. That is all I will ever ask of her, and she can retire DoberDiva Extraordinare. After that, I can start working with the dogs who really like doing this stuff. I swear, besides Lilian, Baby is the only snitster Diva in the bunch. I figger.

Diva!

I’m talking to Luigi again. I had to. He was walking around in a daze.

Luigi’s story

He’s very personable, and gets out of sorts when his person is chilly with him. And when he is out of sorts, well, the unscrupulous members of the Posse tend to take advantage.

Raven’s attempt at comforting Luigi

So, here we are, tenuously getting back to normal.

Throw my ball.

Ginger played keep away the ball from Luigi over the weekend. This is about the only ball she carries around these days. I think the others are too rough on her (and each other) when they are playing keep away with the Cuz balls. But this big one is a good one to use if you want to konk the competition on the head and run like the wind.

Ginger and her ball

One of my friends sent out an e-mail recently on how mast cell cancers can cause itchiness. It was very coincidental that she sent it around the time Ginger started to itch a lot. Though I didn’t think she has mast cell cancer, perhaps she does. According to the literature, the mast cell cancer doesn’t go to the lungs. Confusion sets in, but I am giving her some Benedryl. I may have to up the dosage as she is still somewhat itchy. She is the sweetest red girl in the Posse. I love her dearly.

Then there are others who are sweet, too, with a teeny bit of attitude.

Luna-tic

Helen
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Food for Thought

I am not speaking to Luigi today. Why? Because this morning he broke a big Fort Doberdale rule – NO counter fishing. He put his big paw on the counter and took out of a bowl, two chicken wings and a chicken neck, meant for other members of the Posse.

Missing chicken parts by Luigi

To top it off, he then started in on the yet un-lidded crock pot where a whole chicken laid in wait to be slow cooked. There’s a big hunk of skin missing and the pot is misarranged. I had a neat chicken in there, not a disheveled one!

Where’s the skin?

To add insult to injury, he had no remorse! Look! He was waiting for me to put something else in that empty bowl!

Remorse?  What’s that?  I’m a dog.  Remorse and me dont know each other.

I heard my Italian boy barking while I was outside. His “I can’t reach it” bark came out loud and clear, but only once. That should have clued me in. When he plays that game, usually, he keeps barking at whatever he wants, till I come over to help him due to I can’t ignore his loud and pushy vibrations. He never reaches what he barks about…until today! Annie was there, too. She usually tells him what for, but she didn’t. How unusual. More Mercury retrograde, or just plain bad behavior? Now that he has been rewarded for his bad behavior, I will have another beast on my hands.

Chicken breath

I have to set booby traps on the counter. Pots or big dog dishes that will clang to the ground the next time he tries this. I caught him, by the way. One paw on the counter the other ready to make a getaway. He has never betrayed my trust like this, so I am just not ready to speak to him yet.

Who me?

Helen
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P.S. If you have a dog with kidney problems or stones, please go to the K9KidneyDiet group on yahoo. They are a wonderful group of people.

Raven’s Visit to the Businessman er… Veterinarian

This morning, I took Raven to see a new vet.

Raven, innocent today

She has itchy ears with dark goo. I’ve seen this before, but wanted to make sure she didn’t have an infection or something serious. Nope. She probably has allergies. I was afraid to clean her red ears with the vinegar/water I usually use, because I thought it would be painful. Well, Raven has new ear medicine now, so I hope to get the red cleared and I will keep rinsing them out with vinegar/water with a tad of isopropyl (rubbing) alcohol as they clear up. The alcohol is a drying agent. The solution the vet used this morning had a sweet smell that was overwhelming and made in a laboratory, probably some place in China.

The vet showed me Raven’s ears – yikes. He used a microscopic lens, which you could see the picture of on the computer screen. The goo was there and so were little hairs (so cute). He washed her ears out, and I learned a new method to rubbing the ear.

There is a part about veterinarians, though, that as pet owners, we have to watch out for. This one was no different. They are in this to make money, and some of them see that before they see the welfare of the pet.

This man pulled out a picture of the anatomy of a dog’s ear, which was a very good visual. He put it away, and later brought it out again. “I don’t know if you noticed,” he said, “but this anatomical picture was put together by Science Diet. See?” He pointed to the pictures of the dog food on the sides and the “Food can cause allergies” quote at the top of the page. I told him I didn’t see that because I was only interested in the anatomy and Science Diet was crap food anyway. It’s a company making millions using sub-standard ingredients and calling it a prescription food. Go in the garbage and find the same ingredients.

Science Diet used to offer recipes that were equivalent to each prescription recipe they sold. Did you know that? They did. So when my boy, Luigi, who I am not speaking to today, came down with bladder stones, the vet (of course) told me to use Science Diet. He also told me Science Diet would not prevent the stones in the future, but there wasn’t anything else I could do. Oh? First, I went on line.

Science Diet has no equivalents listed on their website. Nope. So I called them. What did they say? Oh, we don’t advise you even trying to make a similar food because you won’t get it in the exact proportions…blah blah blah. What it comes down to is if I make their food in my kitchen, I won’t be buying their bag or can of crap. Meanwhile, if the food on the label was the food on the recipe, I wouldn’t be following that recipe either.

Look at the labels. It’s crap. Dogs were not meant to eat corn. How often have you seen a dog hunt an ear of corn? The dog food business was brought about due to the fact that food manufacturers didn’t know what to do with the “stuff” left over from food they were manufacturing for humans, so they decided to make it “dog food.” Science Diet, and a lot of dog food is disgusting. Read the labels.

Do you want to help your dog? Get a subscription to the Whole Dog Journal. (Click and buy.) Those people do not get advertising – not a lick of it in a single page of their Journal. Every year they tell it like it is – which foods are top grade and what to look for in a good food. They teach you how to fish, so to speak. They teach a lot of good things that will come in handy for a dog owner who wants to keep their dogs happy and around for a long long time.

Back to Raven’s vet visit. The other thing I was disappointed about was this vet is pushing the one-year rabies vaccine, which is not only out-dated, but can be harmful. Pets are being so over-vaccinated for the sake of the mighty dollar, that it is out of control. This vet used the scare tactic by telling me that the only dog that ever died on him during vaccinating was a dog he vaccinated with a 3-year rabies vaccine. If the dog died from a 3-year rabies vaccine, it would die from a 1-year vaccine because they are both the same! But this is the process he is using to get people to use the 1-year vaccine.

Why do you think our dogs are dying from disease so much more than before? From food that is crap and vets vaccinating them to death.

I will post some links about vaccinating in another post. Meanwhile, buy the Whole Dog Journal. It’s only $20 for a full year subscription!

And if you have a dog with kidney problems or stones, please go to the K9KidneyDiet group on yahoo. They are a wonderful group of people.

Helen
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