It seems to me that we do things MUCH differently with pets than we used to, back when I was a kid... I don't know if it was different all around, or it was just different for me because I was out in the country, surrounded by farm families...
1. Vaccinations - I do not remember having as many vaccinations for our animals. Sure, there were shots for rabies and distemper, but I don't remember anything for parvo, kennel cough, and I certainly don't remember ever giving our dogs heartworm preventative every month
Of course the way that we do it now is MUCH better. Heart worm preventative is an awesome thing, since I've now read blogs that describe what happens when a dog gets heartworms. So much better to keep it from happening altogether! Fortunately for all concerned, our childhood dogs never got them.
2. Vet trips - We simply did not take an animal to the vet unless it was an absolute necessity, and sometimes not even then. I can remember my brother's dog getting hit by a car. We found her in the ditch, and brought her home and carried her to my brother's room to sleep through the night. I know that none of us were entirely certain that she would survive. Now, I would not hesitate to take her to the all night emergency vet. Then... the all night emergency vet was 60 miles away, and no doubt was an expense that we couldn't afford at that time. She got better, being a hardy little thing, but that was all due to God and nature, and her devotion to my brother, and not due to any medical attention.
3. We kept that cats outside, and did not let them in. No matter that we generally had one a year disappear, probably due to being eaten by coyotes. That's just the way that things were done out there in the country; cats lived fast and died young. I was always saddened when one disappeared, but I didn't grieve deeply over it.
Contrast that with the way that I am with my cats NOW. They never ever go outside, since we're in a busy neighborhood. If one of them disappeared, I would spare no expense or effort in trying to find her (or him) and would be devastated if one was lost forever.
4. Dogs were allowed to roam. Mostly this was because we were seriously out in the middle of nowhere, on a dirt road that was off of a gravel road. It's not like it was a common occurrence for us to have enough traffic to risk them getting hit by a car (ignoring the fact that it did happen once, as mentioned above.) Even my Pekingese was allowed to roam outside all day without supervision (though if we left the house, I insisted that he be put inside.) The dogs were happy with this, though it wasn't without some danger to them. I would frequently look outside and spy my Peke out in the horse pasture, snuffling in the ground in between two half-ton horses. And after I'd gone off to college, my Peke died because a neighbor's much larger dog came up into our yard and killed him...
Now, Argos is never left outside to roam. Some of that is because I'm in the city, but he will never be left unattended at all, even after we get our fence (two more weeks and counting.) Maybe less freedom for him, but it will certainly contribute to his longevity.
5. Ways of dealing with nuisance animals. I remember, after we first moved to the country when I was eleven years old, an old farmer looking at my Pekingese and nodding thoughtfully. "You know," he told me, "There's a danger when dogs start runnin' in packs. They get MEAN when they run in packs, and they do bad things. They do bad things like chasing cattle and eating people's chickens." He nodded sagely, as if he'd gotten Wicket's measure. "You know how we deal with dogs that start packin' up?" I shook my head, no doubt wide-eyed. "We shoot em'," he said. "So you watch out for your dog. Don't let em' run in packs."
While I'm fairly certain that there was NEVER any danger of Wicket the Pekingese joining up with a wild biker gang of half-feral dogs, the farmer was not lying. Dogs that interfered with a farmer's animals were shot. Oh, the farmer MIGHT call the owners the first time it happened, if he knew who the dog belonged to. But that kind of behavior wasn't tolerated.
I can not even imagine having a neighbor threaten to shoot my dog now. Sure, they might call Animal Control on us if we were somehow causing a nuisance, but there would be no shooting. And if there was, it would be such an extraordinary event that it would make all of the local papers.
I would say, on the whole, that I prefer the way that things are done NOW. Many of those farmers, I'm positive, would accuse me of coddling my animals and treating them better than some people treat their human children. And I would have to agree with them. I DO coddle my animals, and am completely and utterly unrepentent about it. And I probably do treat them better than some people treat their children, though that to me doesn't say anything bad about me, rather about some parents.
So what do you think? Is it a Now versus Then thing, or is it more a City versus Country thing?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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| I won an award! That's awesome! |
So the award requires that thank those that awarded me, done above! And also that I tell you 7 things about myself (and I'm assuming, by extension, my animals.) So... here goes.
1. I have had animals for most of my life... most of them dogs and cats, but I've also had horses, ducks, a goat, and even two bottle-fed pigs, runts of the litter. My husband and I did have to go through about a decade with no animals, as it was difficult to get a pet-friendly apartment, but neither one of us wants to go back to that arrangement, EVER.
2. My cat Charlotte drew blood on me when I tried to pet her at the shelter the day that I rescued her. Obviously, I took her home anyway, but I have to admit that I felt some trepidation and hoped that I wasn't making a mistake.
3. When we went to meet Argos for the first time (then named Willie) I was 99% certain that we were not going to adopt him. That evaporated away within minutes of meeting him.
4. Argos has a "thing" for objects or animals that are white. I would never get a white cat with him in the same house, though he's perfectly cat-safe otherwise. But he'll want to chase white poodles when we see them out and about, and he likes white socks, washcloths, stuffed animals...
5. I have a tough time saying "no" to the animals. Which is probably why they come to ME demanding/asking for treats. If I ever got a dog that needed a firm hand to keep it in line, I would have a LOT of work on myself to do.
6. I would rather stay home with my husband and the animals than do nearly anything else. It makes me feel whole and content.
7. I have dreams of helping animals find homes, but am not entirely certain of what to do about it yet. For now, I donate money whenever possible to groups that DO know what they're doing, and I volunteer some of my time for Steel City Greyhounds when they need someone to do public meet & greet type events.
Okay, there's my 7 things. Now I'm to pass the award on to 15 blogger friends. There are so many good ones to choose from! I've conveniently linked them all below for easy browsing. If you're one of my awardees (both brand new and not so new) I know that I don't say much on your blogs (I am somewhat shy, despite the irony of being a blogger) but please do know that I thoroughly enjoy your writing.
Tales and Tails: http://houndstooth4.blogspot.com/
Greyhounds CAN Sit: http://greyhoundscansit.blogspot.com/
24 Paws of Love: http://24pawsoflove.blogspot.com/ (that's a lot of paws!)
Bocci's Beefs: http://boccibeefs.blogspot.com/
Whippet Tales: http://baileywhippet.blogspot.com/
Diary of an Adopted Dog: http://the3goobers.blogspot.com/
Hound Girl: http://www.houndgirl.com/
A Blog From the Dog House: http://www.ablogfromthedoghouse.com/
I Still Want More Puppies: http://istillwantmorepuppies.blogspot.com/
The Army of Four Digest: http://armyoffourdigest.blogspot.com/
The Portuguese Water Blog: http://theportuguesewaterblog.blogspot.com/
Cyber-sibes: http://sscyber-sibes.blogspot.com/
Margs Pets: http://www.margsanimals.com/blogs/index.php/margspets/
Arwen's Pack: http://arwenspack.blogspot.com/
Just Cats - Professional In-Home Cat Sitting Service: http://justcats-deb.blogspot.com/
Everyone enjoy the rest of your weekends! I'm off to accomplish Part 4 of the award acceptance, which is to inform my 15 choices about their awards...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Quick Romeo Update
I will make a longer update tomorrow on the state of the carnivores, but did want to hop on to report that Romeo is doing much better.
I believe he passed his hairball Thursday night, because after that, his symptoms went away and he seems to be feeling MUCH better. In fact, he seems to be doing better than I've ever seen him. My guess is that he was already dealing with this problem when we got him at the end of May. He had diarrhea then too, but the shelter vet gave us some anti-diarrheal and that was the end of that. But if he's had too much hair in his intestines all along... poor guy. No wonder he's been grumpy.
He's more alert, more active, and more interested in his surroundings. He's still not certain of what to do with Bit, but she seemed a little less willing to attack him for no reason at all. Maybe she senses that he's feeling better and may be more likely to wallop her? I hate to wish violence upon her, but I almost wish that he would, to teach her some manners!
I believe he passed his hairball Thursday night, because after that, his symptoms went away and he seems to be feeling MUCH better. In fact, he seems to be doing better than I've ever seen him. My guess is that he was already dealing with this problem when we got him at the end of May. He had diarrhea then too, but the shelter vet gave us some anti-diarrheal and that was the end of that. But if he's had too much hair in his intestines all along... poor guy. No wonder he's been grumpy.
He's more alert, more active, and more interested in his surroundings. He's still not certain of what to do with Bit, but she seemed a little less willing to attack him for no reason at all. Maybe she senses that he's feeling better and may be more likely to wallop her? I hate to wish violence upon her, but I almost wish that he would, to teach her some manners!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Romeo
Alas, Romeo is very sick this week. He's thrown up every night for the past three nights, and has bad diarrhea a few times a day. I can hear the chorus of voices now, "Get thee to a vet, get thee to a vet right NOW." Never fear, gentle readers, we've already taken that step, Monday evening, in fact. One night of being up with him cleaning up vomit and diarrhea was enough to convince me that we needed help, NOW!
We were told that he PROBABLY is trying very hard to dislodge a very large hairball, or a lot of hair is agitating his intestines. Yuck? I find that very distressing - especially since we've been pretty good about making sure that all of the cats except Annie get Petromalt twice a week. (And the only reason that Annie doesn't get it is that she refuses to even consider eating Petromalt. Ah well, she's very short-haired anyway.) Romeo is still eating and drinking food, and is alert, so the vet is not particularly concerned.
But he threw up again last night, and has had diarrhea a couple of times today. If these symptoms have not started to abate by tomorrow morning, then we're going to call the vet a second time, to at least inquire... is it NORMAL for a cat to be this sick over a hairball for this many days? Do any of you know?
I'm very worried about him. I've had cats for most of my life, and they've all had hairballs from time to time, but I've never seen anything like this before. I don't want for him to get too dehydrated - though he is an enthusiastic water-drinker, which I'm sure will help with that.
Poor Romeo! I'll keep you posted on what the vet tells us, but for now we're just trying to keep him in plenty of cool, clean water, and have food in front of him whenever he wants it. He's been staying in our bedroom, in the air-conditioning to at least spare him this miserable heat and humidity. Also to spare him the wrath of his sister Bit. :)
I think he's actually quite smug that he has the best room in the house, and he's greatly enjoying sleeping at our feet on the bed. Now, if we can just have a night where he does NOT jump down and start puking on the floor, I will feel that everything is improving...
We were told that he PROBABLY is trying very hard to dislodge a very large hairball, or a lot of hair is agitating his intestines. Yuck? I find that very distressing - especially since we've been pretty good about making sure that all of the cats except Annie get Petromalt twice a week. (And the only reason that Annie doesn't get it is that she refuses to even consider eating Petromalt. Ah well, she's very short-haired anyway.) Romeo is still eating and drinking food, and is alert, so the vet is not particularly concerned.
But he threw up again last night, and has had diarrhea a couple of times today. If these symptoms have not started to abate by tomorrow morning, then we're going to call the vet a second time, to at least inquire... is it NORMAL for a cat to be this sick over a hairball for this many days? Do any of you know?
I'm very worried about him. I've had cats for most of my life, and they've all had hairballs from time to time, but I've never seen anything like this before. I don't want for him to get too dehydrated - though he is an enthusiastic water-drinker, which I'm sure will help with that.
Poor Romeo! I'll keep you posted on what the vet tells us, but for now we're just trying to keep him in plenty of cool, clean water, and have food in front of him whenever he wants it. He's been staying in our bedroom, in the air-conditioning to at least spare him this miserable heat and humidity. Also to spare him the wrath of his sister Bit. :)
I think he's actually quite smug that he has the best room in the house, and he's greatly enjoying sleeping at our feet on the bed. Now, if we can just have a night where he does NOT jump down and start puking on the floor, I will feel that everything is improving...
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Help, the Cats are Driving me Crazy!
Well, that's not entirely fair. It's mostly Bit and Romeo that are responsible for getting on my nerves this weekend. That is nothing new, unfortunately...
We got Romeo over Memorial Day weekend, and he and Bit have STILL not managed to work out a truce between themselves. Charlotte and Annie, while not best friends with him, can at least be relied upon to not actively try to upset him. I've been told by many people that these things sometimes take a little more time, particularly if you have strong-willed cats, and that it may be a year or a little more before they start to get along. Dear God. I think that I will have completely lost my sanity before a year is up...
Truth be told, they're doing marginally better with one another MOST of the time. But then violence will erupt from seemingly nowhere. This morning, Jeff and I went racing upstairs when we heard loud noises to find them fighting in the litter box, and Romeo's bowl of food had been knocked out of the window and kibble had been scattered everywhere. What the heck, cats?
We separated them so that they would cool down... which basically meant carting Bit out of our bedroom and shutting Romeo in there by himself. (And no, that wasn't punishing Romeo; he enjoys hanging out in our bedroom and gazing out the window, and really gets affectionate with us when the door is shut and none of the other cats are around.)
So the schedule that we've been keeping lately is that Romeo is either shut into our bedroom or the guest room alone if we have to leave the house. When we're home, I try to open the door, because he simply must learn to socialize with other cats if he is going to be completely happy here. I'm not someone who believes in getting RID of a cat because there isn't harmony in the house, but I do hope that someday we'll be able to let them all out together without worrying about whether someone is going to eat someone else's face off. It will also be nice to no longer have a litter box in our bedroom - it's something that I always swore that we wouldn't do, but it does seem to be the best way right now. Sigh. So I'll endure. I just don't want to be one of those "cat ladies" that goes out in public smelling like stinky cat litter!
I'm reminded of the days when we, perhaps momentarily insane from signing the paperwork to buy our first house, got three cats in the first week that we moved in. Annie and Bit got along amazingly well: Bit was still a kitten and therefore adaptable, and Annie was only a year old, so little more than a kit herself. She was always very gentle with Bit, and they're fast friends to this day. Charlotte, on the other hand, hated having to share a house with other cats. She never wasted an opportunity to be nasty to the others, especially Annie, to whom she had taken a particular dislike. I remember despairing at the time, worried that they wouldn't get along EVER, and that to restore peace to the house we would be forced to find a new home for one of them. Well, they still aren't the best of friends, but tolerate each other very well, and can even be on the same bed with one another without hissing and fighting.
And then it took over three months for Bit to even want to be in the same room as Argos, she was so terrified of him. I can remember despairing then too, thinking that it was horrible that she was so frightened most of the time, and OMG DID I MAKE A MISTAKE IN GETTING A DOG? Just the other day I glanced over and saw her sitting next to sleeping Argo's head, looking down at him with curiousity. And she definitely is in the same room with him every day, and has lost her fear of him (though maintained an appropriate wariness.)
So there's hope for Bit and Romeo. I know this, but sometimes when you're in the middle of Kitty WWIII, it's hard to remember that.
Oh, and a footnote to all of that, because it has nothing to do with Bit versus Romeo, but is just about Bit herself... she woke me up a little after 3:00 this morning, yowling out in the hall and scratching at the door. I was in the bedroom alone, because Jeff had slept on the couch that night... because he'd had to report to work at 3:30 AM and didn't want to disturb me when it was time for him to go. I realized that he'd probably already left for work, maybe just minutes before. I shambled out into the hallway sleepily, only to have Bit, crying constantly, escort me downstairs to show me the empty couch. Yep, Jeff had left for work. Poor thing, she had no idea of why her Daddy got up in the middle of the night and left without telling anyone. I guess that she just wanted me to know about it! She calmed down after I snuggled her for awhile, and allowed me to go back upstairs and catch a couple more hours of sleep...
Tell me why having animals is not like having kids? Because I'm seeing a lot of similarities.
We got Romeo over Memorial Day weekend, and he and Bit have STILL not managed to work out a truce between themselves. Charlotte and Annie, while not best friends with him, can at least be relied upon to not actively try to upset him. I've been told by many people that these things sometimes take a little more time, particularly if you have strong-willed cats, and that it may be a year or a little more before they start to get along. Dear God. I think that I will have completely lost my sanity before a year is up...
Truth be told, they're doing marginally better with one another MOST of the time. But then violence will erupt from seemingly nowhere. This morning, Jeff and I went racing upstairs when we heard loud noises to find them fighting in the litter box, and Romeo's bowl of food had been knocked out of the window and kibble had been scattered everywhere. What the heck, cats?
We separated them so that they would cool down... which basically meant carting Bit out of our bedroom and shutting Romeo in there by himself. (And no, that wasn't punishing Romeo; he enjoys hanging out in our bedroom and gazing out the window, and really gets affectionate with us when the door is shut and none of the other cats are around.)
So the schedule that we've been keeping lately is that Romeo is either shut into our bedroom or the guest room alone if we have to leave the house. When we're home, I try to open the door, because he simply must learn to socialize with other cats if he is going to be completely happy here. I'm not someone who believes in getting RID of a cat because there isn't harmony in the house, but I do hope that someday we'll be able to let them all out together without worrying about whether someone is going to eat someone else's face off. It will also be nice to no longer have a litter box in our bedroom - it's something that I always swore that we wouldn't do, but it does seem to be the best way right now. Sigh. So I'll endure. I just don't want to be one of those "cat ladies" that goes out in public smelling like stinky cat litter!
I'm reminded of the days when we, perhaps momentarily insane from signing the paperwork to buy our first house, got three cats in the first week that we moved in. Annie and Bit got along amazingly well: Bit was still a kitten and therefore adaptable, and Annie was only a year old, so little more than a kit herself. She was always very gentle with Bit, and they're fast friends to this day. Charlotte, on the other hand, hated having to share a house with other cats. She never wasted an opportunity to be nasty to the others, especially Annie, to whom she had taken a particular dislike. I remember despairing at the time, worried that they wouldn't get along EVER, and that to restore peace to the house we would be forced to find a new home for one of them. Well, they still aren't the best of friends, but tolerate each other very well, and can even be on the same bed with one another without hissing and fighting.
And then it took over three months for Bit to even want to be in the same room as Argos, she was so terrified of him. I can remember despairing then too, thinking that it was horrible that she was so frightened most of the time, and OMG DID I MAKE A MISTAKE IN GETTING A DOG? Just the other day I glanced over and saw her sitting next to sleeping Argo's head, looking down at him with curiousity. And she definitely is in the same room with him every day, and has lost her fear of him (though maintained an appropriate wariness.)
So there's hope for Bit and Romeo. I know this, but sometimes when you're in the middle of Kitty WWIII, it's hard to remember that.
Oh, and a footnote to all of that, because it has nothing to do with Bit versus Romeo, but is just about Bit herself... she woke me up a little after 3:00 this morning, yowling out in the hall and scratching at the door. I was in the bedroom alone, because Jeff had slept on the couch that night... because he'd had to report to work at 3:30 AM and didn't want to disturb me when it was time for him to go. I realized that he'd probably already left for work, maybe just minutes before. I shambled out into the hallway sleepily, only to have Bit, crying constantly, escort me downstairs to show me the empty couch. Yep, Jeff had left for work. Poor thing, she had no idea of why her Daddy got up in the middle of the night and left without telling anyone. I guess that she just wanted me to know about it! She calmed down after I snuggled her for awhile, and allowed me to go back upstairs and catch a couple more hours of sleep...
Tell me why having animals is not like having kids? Because I'm seeing a lot of similarities.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Animal Nicknames
Does everyone else have 10 billion nicknames for their animals, or is it just us? You would think that it would be confusing for them, but really, it doesn't seem to phase them at all. The only one that seems to get annoyed about it is Charlotte, but that could just be because she seems annoyed about oh-so-many things. So here are the nicknames that have grown over time, and yes, I do know that some of them are ridiculous. Note: most of these are NOT my fault. They are my husband's!
Charlotte:
Char
CharChar
Lotti
Gummy (due to the fact that she looks like a gumdrop when sitting.)
Gumbletoes
Gumblebutt
Gumbelina
Annie:
Annie Sue
Annie Sue-Noodle
Noodle
The Noodle
Noo-noo
Noo-noo butt
Q-Bit:
Bit
Bit-bit
Bittles
Bittles and skits
Bit-butt (do you see a trend here?)
Q
Princess Pretty Pants
Pretty Pretty Princess
Argos:
'Gos
The 'Gos
Gos-gos
Greyhound boy
Romeo:
Roamers
Romie
Char
CharChar
Lotti
Gummy (due to the fact that she looks like a gumdrop when sitting.)
Gumbletoes
Gumblebutt
Gumbelina
Annie Sue
Annie Sue-Noodle
Noodle
The Noodle
Noo-noo
Noo-noo butt
Bit
Bit-bit
Bittles
Bittles and skits
Bit-butt (do you see a trend here?)
Q
Princess Pretty Pants
Pretty Pretty Princess
'Gos
The 'Gos
Gos-gos
Greyhound boy
Roamers
Romie
Rumbletoes
Tubs
Big Love
So as you can see, Argos and Romeo are getting "slighted" in the nickname department. I don't imagine that will last for long... remember that we had "the girls" for over a year before we got these two.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Walking in the Park
The weekend wasn't ALL renovation (thank God, I say.) Sunday morning, I woke up and decided that this was the day that I was going to take Argos to Frick Park, which boasts a fenced in off-leash area. (This is a somewhat new development, I believe. Last year everyone kept telling us that it was only fenced on three sides, which is worthless with a sighthound.)
It didn't disappoint! You do have to walk on the main trail for a bit before you get to it, which means that some dogs (those without stamina, like Mr. Argos, for example) are tired before you even get to the part where you're allowed to take off the leash.
Another view of the park... Pennsylvania forests are so pretty. Here I used to think that it was nothing but coal and steel...
The off-leash area itself isn't quite as scenic, but that's probably because it is beaten down by dogs running across it constantly.
As it turns out, dog owners in Pittsburgh are slackers (just kidding) because at 8:00 Sunday morning, we were the ONLY ones there. Though I did start to see more being brought in as we were leaving. I think Argos was a little weirded out by being alone there. He was much more clingy than he usually is when he realized that he can run.
Argos ran the fenceline, and then seemed like he was tired, so I decided that it was time to go.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the cats were exercising too... really, they were.
They seemed so puzzled when they saw that Argos and I were up and active! What manner of strange demented creature would want to do that?
It didn't disappoint! You do have to walk on the main trail for a bit before you get to it, which means that some dogs (those without stamina, like Mr. Argos, for example) are tired before you even get to the part where you're allowed to take off the leash.
Another view of the park... Pennsylvania forests are so pretty. Here I used to think that it was nothing but coal and steel...
The off-leash area itself isn't quite as scenic, but that's probably because it is beaten down by dogs running across it constantly.
As it turns out, dog owners in Pittsburgh are slackers (just kidding) because at 8:00 Sunday morning, we were the ONLY ones there. Though I did start to see more being brought in as we were leaving. I think Argos was a little weirded out by being alone there. He was much more clingy than he usually is when he realized that he can run.
Argos ran the fenceline, and then seemed like he was tired, so I decided that it was time to go.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the cats were exercising too... really, they were.
Romeo decided to sleep on his side for awhile...
And then on his back...
Meanwhile, Charlotte claimed the guest bed.
While Annie engaged in good grooming habits...
And Bit dozed on the stairs.
They seemed so puzzled when they saw that Argos and I were up and active! What manner of strange demented creature would want to do that?
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