Sunday Sheepies

We are home and all is well. These last few days were very trying on all of us but I don’t want to think about them at the moment.  I will be writing the clinic in a few weeks once I’m totally calmed down about their utter lack of communication from the price, to the operation performed, to just general updates throughout the day, but frankly I don’t want to think about that at the moment.  I’d rather think about the fun we had on the weekend instead.

After a quick nap after our morning walk with Jetta, Cricket and Deirdre we headed out to a farm that Amanda is checking in on every few days for a few months.  It isn’t just any farm, it’s a sheep farm!  Lacey got to have some fun in the round pen with a couple of the woolie ones.

Amanda took the pictures – thanks Amanda!  I also have video but I haven’t downloaded it yet so that will have to wait until later.

Every good working dog worth their salt, warms up by stretching and making sure they are one with the sheep poop.

Brit was sorting the sheep so we could get some good ones. These lucky ones got to go back to the field.

The experts Brit and Leo.

Here we go.

Sassy from the start.

Hey Amanda!  Are you getting this?  Look at them running over there.  :)

When they weren’t moving there was a lot of this…

Which became this if they refused to move.  :)

Going in for a nibble.  :)

Her nemesis.  You can see him staring at her in most of the photos.  He wasn’t impressed with the little pipsqueak.

The “Wheeeeee” moments.

The final stand off.

She had lots of fun and had much more confidence than I thought she would.  Thanks again Amanda for letting us come out and pretend to herd and for taking all the great photos.  :)

After herding, we went to the beach!  Ummm…. Lacey was exhausted and kind of overwhelmed with the craziness so she just stood around after cooling off in the water, so there won’t be many photos of her, but there will be lots of her friends.  Stay tuned.  :)
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What makes dogs itch and scratch constantly other than fleas?

Question by Bobby B: What makes dogs itch and scratch constantly other than fleas?
Two male pomeranians, not related, ages six and seven years lost hand fulls of hair over several months and scratch and chew and rub their faces on pillows and rugs not to mention dragging their buts across the floor. Both receive Advantix regularly. One dogs hair is now only an inch long and the other has large patches that are bald.

Best answer:

Answer by yukidomari
Food allergies is one, and those symptoms you’ve listed are pretty standard for food allergies.

Another is mites and skin worms..

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Ylan, Bouchette and Galinette

This is the adorable Ylan with Bouchette, the Bassett Hound and Galinette, the Shih-tzu – the dogs of the Restaurant Beausejour in Gorbio. The dogs’ names appear in the wonderful Marcel Pagnol books.
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DACHSHUND ADOPTS ABANDONED KITTENS

jojo-lgThey may have been abandoned, but four little kittens quickly found a mother to call their own… JoJo the Dachshund.

In a story originally shared by Fox 59 in Indianapolis, four kittens were born on the front porch of a local couple, right before an early spring blizzard brought more than nine inches of snow to the area.

The couple found the kittens on their porch, alone, and brought them inside to care for them. Little did they know it would be their Dachshund, JoJo, who would do much of the caretaking!

Click here to read the complete story.

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Why do the german roaches have a bubble on there mouth after they eat roach killer gel?

Question by The X Files Manson Silent Hill: Why do the german roaches have a bubble on there mouth after they eat roach killer gel?
The roach ate some fipronil from the gel and it’s on its back wiggling its antennas and legs with a small liquid bubble on it’s mouth

Best answer:

Answer by no
I have never witnessed a “bubble” (I am NOT saying that YOU didn’t though), but most roach poisons destroys the ability for the nerves to successfully send their signals to the appropriate body parts. That is why is just “wiggles”. Its kind of like having a disease that interferes with the nervous system because the pesticide is a nerotoxin.

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After the walk was well under way and perhaps even the months leading up to it, I was asked by more than a handful of people whether Hudson and Murphy were up for the journey or was I subjecting them to a self indulgent albeit well intended form of cruelty.  

“Well, birds fly.  Fish swim.  And dogs walk”, was my cheeky reply back then.  

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As Edna Saint Vincent Millay wrote, I’ve been burning my candle at both ends the last couple of days and I didn’t have an opportunity to sit and write until 2:30 AM this morning and this was the result.  I fell asleep, computer in lap and when I awoke a little while ago splayed out all over it I thought, hey, I’ll just publish it as is since it’s a real reflection of YBD’s life.  

Have no idea what I was dreaming last night but it doesn’t seem good.  Or it least it was for a little while but didn’t end well.  I’ll try and finish the next installment of Chapter Six of the Rock tonight but… well, you’ll understand soon enough…  

This is going to be an awesome weekend and I’m all about celebrating Cinco de Mayo.  In honor of that, I will post my White Peach Sangria recipe and a salsa recipe, too.  Until then, Vaya Con Dios…  

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It’s not what it looks like

Someone said this to me the other day: “You have such a glamorous life.”

And I laughed, because I assumed it was sarcasm, but she said it with such sincerity that I paused and said, “Really?”

And she said, “Oh, you know, maybe exciting is a better word- all the travel and….well, the trips and stuff you talk about.” She paused, tilted her head to the side, and realized she was talking to a person holding a grocery bag full of mops and Zero Odor. I was, in fact, on a trip as we spoke. To the grocery store. Which has been the  extent of things lately, as tends to happen sometimes.

It was ironic to me that the person chose this day of all days to make that statement, because this is perhaps the least glamorous day I have had in some time. Apollo has been engaging in some marking behavior the last few months, and if there is one thing that turns my normally mild-mannered spouse into the Hulk, it’s the acrid stench of cat urine in the entryway of the house. Can’t say I blame him. So here we go again, off on a cleaning spree and figuring out what has so disturbed Apollo’s little kitty-brain that he sees no other option than to back on up to the nearest wall and let loose.

The offending area was easy to spot, a Niagara of urine splattered on the wood of the front door, pooling underneath and soaking into the grout and the tile. A lovely way to greet new neighbors, by the way.

I mopped it, dizzy with the fumes.

I mopped it once, I mopped it twice, and still not smelling very nice, I went ahead and mopped it thrice. Even then, it was no dice. My feelings then were not so nice.                                    -Dr. ScrewLoose

After about 18 rounds of attempting to clean the area, including liberal doses of Anti Icky Poo, I could still smell it. I wondered if perhaps there was another area I was missing. I got out the blacklight and investigated the entryway, but if you are anything like me I have no luck with that unless it’s already pitch black in the house, and who wants to clean at midnight? So I went old school, sticking my nose to the ground and trying to ascertain if there was an errant area I was missing in my cleaning attempts by olfactory input.

Did I mention I have a glass door that looks right into our entryway that you pass on the way to the front door? It’s pretty private, which means you have to be in the middle of walking up to the door to see anything, which means of course that any time I’m doing something I’d rather not have witnessed, someone invariably shows up.

There I was on all fours, nose pressed to the ground sniffing like Scooby Doo looking for a Scooby snack with Brody dutifully trailing behind, when I heard a polite cough from the region of the front door. This seems as good a time as any to mention I had just gotten back from a run and didn’t see the point of showering before cleaning up cat pee, so I was in stinky gym clothes and my hair pulled back in a sweaty ponytail while I crawled around smelling my floor. I pushed up to my hands to see the UPS man trying hard to look anywhere but inside the door, well aware that I was probably going to be “sight of the day” at the UPS locker room this evening.

I took the box and shut the door. Sometimes explaining “It’s not what it looks like. I was just sniffing for cat pee” is not the correct answer.

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So there you have it. The glamorous life of a veterinary writer looks a lot like the life of any person with a grumpy cat, bad timing excepted.

If there are any small favors in life to be thankful for, it’s that I was discovered by the UPS man and not, say, the neighbor kids who already have one story too many to share about the weird lady on the corner.

Pawcurious: With Pet Lifestyle Expert and Veterinarian Dr. V.

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The Bull(y) and Strong Dog: Staffordshire Terrier

The Staffordshire bulls are known for their great strength because of their sizes. Their variety is muscular and stocky but is also known for their agility. Surprisingly, this breed is one of the two breeds recognized by the UK Kennel Club as very suitable for children. Furthermore, their types ranked 5th when it comes to dog popularity in the UK, where the breed originated. Interestingly, Staffies are the only breed of dog that are “totally reliable” when it comes to standard of breed.

The following are some of the basic facts breeders would really love to know about Staffies:

Category: Terrier

Living Environment: either indoors or outdoors

Coat: smooth (or silky like most terriers), dense, and short

Colors: black, brindle, red, blue, fawn; or any of these colors mixed with white

Height: between 14 and 16 inches

Weight: between 24 and 38 pounds

Colors: brindle, blue, black, red, fawn, white; or any of these with white

Temperament: aggressive towards other animals but very friendly with children

Health Issues: heat stroke, cataracts, and breathing problems

Care and Exercise Tips:

•    Bathe when necessary.
•    Brush their coat only occasionally using a brush with firm bristles.
•    Rub down their coat with a chamois or towel to remove hairs that are loose.
•    Their physique requires a regular exercise routine which includes a daily play time while on a leash.
•    They should be on leash while walking in public places.

Origin/History:

The Staffordshire bull terriers, also known as the Staffies, are known to have existed around the 17th century. Since dog fighting gained a surge of popularity over bull baiting, it became a must to develop a breed of dog that is agile, strong, and has a more punishing head than the Bulldog.

In this light, fighting Bulldogs of that time were crossed with some terrier blood. The hybrid was known as the Pit Dog or the Bull and Terrier. The new cross breed became well known for their tenacity and courage, and despite their reputation of being furious with other animals they were excellent companions especially with children.

The Staffie pit dog became a favorite of steelworkers and miners alike. The breed also provided chain makers of the “Black Country” with extra income when worked against ratters or badgers.

The enforcement of the Humane Act in 1835 completely prohibited sports like dog fighting and bull baiting. However, a group of men in the Staffordshire chose to maintain their breed of dogs by introducing them to the show business.

Through the years, the breeders themselves changed the name of the dog into Staffordshire bull terrier to differentiate its physique from the English bull terrier. However, the name of the dog was officially registered only in 1935 by the American Kennel Club.

In 1938, a couple of Staffies gained popularity as Champions at the Birmingham National. The popularity of Ch. Lady Eve and were Ch. Gentleman Jim reached many established countries including France, Australia, Germany, Spain, Holland and even the USA. Since then, Staffies became successful as show dogs and were very popular as compared to other terriers.

The Stafford bull terrier, yes, has become a popular pet while still retaining reputations gained through generations of fighting dogs bred for tenacity, courage, agility, and most importantly, its reliability and great affinity with people especially with children.

And today you can say that the bull is not so bully after all! In fact, the bull is totally reliable as children’s pets.

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