Raven

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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Happy Birthday, Regis!

Today was Regis O’Verten’s birthday. That’s right. He’s a Valentine’s day baby.

Birthday boy, Regis

First, Regis made his wish over his birthday hamburger.

Make a wish!

Then he finished what he started.

Yum yum yum…

Then came the sky show for him.

Wow!

Another rocket followed the first. Regis is very popular!

Ooooo…ahhh…

This was the sky from this weekend, but Regis liked it so much, he wanted me to show it to everyone. It’s his birthday gift to you.

Beautiful sky.

While I made dinner tonight, Raven and Luigi played the Valentine’s Kissy Ball Game.

Valentine’s Day Buddies, Raven & Luigi

Now we are all about to say adieu to another Valentine’s Day and Regis’ umpteenth birthday.

Helen
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Follow-up on the Missing Waffle Cone and Thensome

Well, the evidence has been dropped and frankly, the cup segments weren’t there. So I had to use self-hypnosis on-the-fly to re-visit the scene, and what was apparent that night was the two prime suspects were busy. Pippin was hunting the Papaya Tree Rat…

Innocent Pippin

and Raven was busy running around and shoving toys at me…

Innocent Raven

They were both occupied. Actually, all were occupied outside with me except for the non-Raven in this picture.

Raven and Luigi

That is part one of the evidence.

Part two was the plastic spoon that came along with the waffle cone. It had been splintered all over the pavers, and there was several pieces of spoon in the doo-dee in the place where Raven and Luigi deposit their daily or twice-daily gifts. I give Raven a lot of credit for mischief, but the credit for being the brains behind the Waffle Cone caper goes to Luigi.

Luigi - the guy who did it!

Congrats, big guy, for being labeled. We all go through it.

Next, we find these two beautiful doves upon the utility lines. I innocently started taking pictures of them…this is one.

The Love Doves

Then, with the snap of the next picture…we have a pre-Valentine day love fest.

X-Rated

X-rated stuff!

Mercury is still in retrograde. I just went into the kitchen and turned on the light. Nothing. No light. Oh, the light’s up there still on the ceiling. But it’s not going on. All four of those fluorescents are deadsville. <sigh> Maybe tomorrow? My dinner was not going to ring – rice cooker – so after an hour, I decided to eat whatever’s in there. An hour? You think rice would be cooked by then? Seems so to me.

Back to the weekend. Look at what was outside our window.

Cat

Dogs went crazy. Here kitty! Here!

Here kitty!

Look who stopped by!

Al and Jude

Hi!

These roses bloomed just for my friends’ visit! More Valentine’s Day activity, I say.

Valentine’s Roses

Ginger’s main lump is so very large. Think grapefruit-sized. This is a lovely picture of her…lump is unavailable.

Beautiful GinGer

I ran into a friend who has Golden Retrievers Sunday. She told me how many of hers died of cancer, I was appalled. The last one, she said, came up sick suddenly and they took him to the vet and found the dog was full of cancer. How amazing these dogs are that they hide their pain so well. If not for Ginger’s apparent symptoms, the lumps, I wouldn’t know she had cancer.

I wanted that cancer to go away. I can’t fool myself. The lump won’t let me. But I am still feeding her the herbs and vitamins and mushrooms. I think that is helping to keep her with me longer. She is a gem of a Dobergirl. She is slowing down some. Everyday is a blessing, though. When it comes down to it, we should all think that way because it is the case.

Case of the Missing Coldstone Waffle Cone

9:56 pm – I walked to the front door, hands full, waved good-bye to my friends and shut the door. My Doberchildren greeted me with yelps of joy, demand barking and pokes to the legs. I had my hands full with jackets, purse, and the waffle cup with melted coffee ice cream that I hadn’t gotten to eat yet. I put everything down somewhere, and opened the back door so the stampeding Doberherd could enjoy the cool air.

 

The papaya tree rat, I assume, was what caught half the herds interest. It was not a squirrel, so the full posse was not interested in the goings-on of those that surrounded an area and maintained a perimeter until 10 to 15 minutes later when I called everyone into the house. Immediately before that, I was thinking about divvying up that waffle cone to a few deserving Doberchildren.

 

10:19 pm – I went for my waffle cone, but notice something suspicious when I reached for it. There was no cone. No cone, no yummy liquid ice cream, no paper cup holding it. Huh?

 

10:20 pm – I searched other places where I may have stashed that cone, but it wasn’t there either. The cone left the planet, took a hike, was no more.

 

10:21 pm – I looked around me, and wondered. Could one of the innocent faces surrounding me have put paws on stove, pulled cone and all off and eaten it? I thought about it, and decided yes, that could have happened. There are two particular characters amongst the posse toward whom I hold these suspicions.

 

Suspect #1 – Pippin

Suspect #1 - Pippin

Altnames: Pippin Shitz, Pips, Pippinator

 

Pippin has a grab-and-eat rap sheet a mile long. Her most monumental heist was 16 cooked chicken thighs cooling on a plate in the sink – plucked out and devoured all 16 of them in under 3 minutes. She’s the shortest Doberchild in the household, has a bum front elbow, but neither of those hindrances slow her down. Her drive is bigger than her midget size and her mechanically challenged limb combined. Was seen dodging the nosy noses of several of Fort Doberdale’s finest sinffers shortly after the waffle cone went missing.

 

Suspect #2 – Raven

Suspect #2 - Raven

Altnames: Little Big Pants, Raving Raven

 

Raven’s been seen with paws on top of tables, chest freezers, crates, you name it. She’s comfortable walking on tables, flower beds, through papaya trees, and if not for gravity, the ceiling would be her stomping ground. No rap sheet yet on grab-and-eat. Continue to monitor.

 

Evidence will be collected in the a.m. Most likely, if perp is caught in the act of taking dump, cardboard cup fragments will close this case.

 

Follow-up then.

 

Starting week #5 of 2008

We had a bit of a foggy morning last week. I am usually groggy and blurry eyed when I wake up, but this scene really threw me!

A Foggy Fort Doberdale Morning

We grew a sunflower. I think it was a gift from the birds. I do.

Bird Gift

Foggy weather and sunflowers don’t stop Leissl from getting the job done, though. She’s one of Fort Doberdale’s, if not the world’s, best destuffers.

Leissl, The DeStuffer

Today was ear cleaning day at Fort Doberdale. Everyone got an ear wash of 2/3 water, 1/3 vinegar, and plenty of wash cloths to wipe out the Doberdirt. Of course, the most important part of the whole ritual are the dog treats.

Say what?

In this case, animal crackers. Yum!

Ear Cleaning Time!

Luigi’s favorite! (OK, anything food is Luigi’s favorite.)

Luigi needs cookies!

Of course, after a good ear cleaning and cookies, what could be better than some coffee grounds? I put some old grounds that are flavored and sweet smelling on top of the Verawood roots for fertilizer. Nothing sweet smelling gets past the schnauzola on Luigi and his little sidekick, Raven.

I want those coffee grounds!

The Buddha Dog gave me the wisdom to soak down the grounds, which stopped all interest in them immediately. That Buddha Dog is a wise ol’ sage.

Fort Doberdale’s Buddha Dog

When the sun went down, Lilian stopped in her tracks as part of the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse, and took note of an alien among us. (Even more important is maintaining possession of the coveted blue Cuz ball.)

What is Lilian looking at?

What we find are the answers to a couple of questions. Who is gnawing holes in the neighbor’s papayas? Where have all the rats gone?

Rat eating papayas.

Eeegads!

Regis isn’t feeling too well tonight. He must have gotten too rowdy today as his well-worn bones and paws were tired of holding him up by day’s end. He got his dinner served to him on his princely cushion and he was quite appreciative of that. He dined well, and decided to call it an early night and has been napping since.

Regis

Baby, the DoberDiva, has something on her mind. We will have to wait to find out what that is.

What’s on Baby’s mind?

Have a great week!

Helen