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Quick Update

December 30, 2008

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season this December. We sure did. Marie happily received a new chewy toy, Neika got a new cat-nip filled crinkly pillow toy, and Reggie got a new red sweater (we shaved some mats off back in September, but the fur never grew back fully, so he’s a little bald in spots, and gets chilly at night). Marie spent the week chewing, Neika spent it kicking around her little pillow (usually just as we were trying to fall asleep), and Reggie adjusted nicely to wearing something more than just his collar. He was less than thrilled with the whole situation, but I think he feels better at night now.

Other than Reggie walking into the tree every now and again (hey, you move things around on your blind cat and chances are good they’ll run into stuff now and again as they get used to the new set up), we all had a nice Christmas.

We took some time off from fostering. Marie and our last foster, Diamond (a Queensland Heeler), didn’t get along so well. There was an incident involving just who got to use the small crate, and neither girl wanted to back down. Yes, I said small crate, and yes, Diamond is a Heeler. No idea how, but she actually managed to fit in a small crate and liked it that way. So, needless to say, we decided we all needed a break.

And it was for the best, as Reggie has gotten worse these last couple of months. For your review, Reggie is a 15 year old Maine Coon cat. He suffers from hyperthyroidism, kidney damage (from the HT, requiring daily sub-q fluids), high blood pressure and arrhythmia. He is also blind. Add to that now having an infection in his mouth and you have one grumpy cat. The mouth infection begs for removal of teeth. He’s actually already lost one on its own. Problem is, he’s a 15 year old cat with an arrhythmia. Our vet feels that surgery is just too risky, and the chances of losing him there on the table are too high. So we’re treating that infection with a round of antibiotics every couple of weeks. He’s been having problems getting to his litter box in time the last couple of weeks, so we’ve come home to some pretty foul messes on the tile in the kitchen and dining room (at least he keeps it on the tile I guess). He has his good days and his bad days when it comes to eating (the last few days have been bad days unfortunately). So we’ve had some fun in the House of L lately. We just felt that adding a new dog to the mix probably wasn’t such a good idea.

So that’s all that’s been happening around here. I’m hoping to be able to post a bit more often after the New Year. I don’t know where 2008 went, but it sure went by quickly. Hope you all have a great rest of 2008 and wonderful New Year!

Thanks for reading. See you at the dog park!

Should I Stay or Should I Go? (The Poo Chronicles)

March 5, 2008

Well, its all about the poo this week at the house of L. Yes, I said poo. Its something you get frighteningly comfortable with when you have a multi-pet household with critters of all ages.

Really, that goes for all pet messes. For example, on our wedding day, one of our cats had thrown up on the living room carpet (guess he wanted to let us know how he felt about missing out on cake). When we got home that night I was seen on my hands and knees cleaning it up, still in my wedding gown. If that’s not commitment to one’s animals, I don’t know what is.

But I digress. Our elderly cat, Reggie, has been suffering from bouts of constipation. We have special medication to give him for this problem. Its supposed to taste like chicken. If the smell is anything to go by, that’s a chicken I do not want to eat. He hates it, and I don’t really blame him. But he tolerates it well enough, considering. Our nightly ritual now involves wrapping him in a towel (to keep my husband’s hands safe from the talons-of-death), I hold Reggie like a baby, my husband fills up the syringe and then squirts it into Reggie’s mouth. Yes, we do end up wearing some of it. Then we get out the pillow and some cat food, and he gets his sub-Q fluids. I’ve become quite tolerant of sticking a one inch long 18 gauge needle into my cat, and it disturbs me slightly. But it part of owning an elderly cat with hyperthyroidism and damaged kidneys I guess. Oh, he also suffers from a slight heart murmur, has high blood pressue, and his vision is diminishing day by day. My cat is on more prescriptions (including his food) than I am. And his cost more. But he’s still an affectionate cat who can hold his own with a large, enthusiastic, young dog (and in our household, that’s a valuable trait).

Back to the whole constipation issue. He’s backed up. But we had poo on Monday night, which I announced to the entire household. I had to hold myself back from rushing on here and annoucing it then. So its getting better.

We have a new foster right now, and I will tell you much more about him in another post. His name is Romeo and he is a boxer (mix?). Anywho, he was only supposed to be with us over the weekend (our boarding facility was going to be closed and we had an adoption event, so I took him in so he could be at the event), but he’ll be sticking around for a bit. He had some diarrhea last weekend I’m told. We noticed on Friday night when I got him home, that he still had some intestinal issues. By Saturday evening, it was worse. He was quite lethargic as well. He woke us up in the early morning hours on Sunday, twice, needing to go out. He repeated this Monday and Tuesday mornings. Its very pretty outside at 3am. You can see lots of stars from our backyard. This morning however, he only got me up around 5am. I do so appreciate that. The poor guy though, he held it until we heard him whimpering and let him out. He’s such a good dog!!

Turns out that our little (well, not too little, he is boxer afterall) guy has a bacterial infection. I picked up some meds for him yesterday. He gets them three days this week, then we wait seven days and give it to him for three more days. We already noticed a difference this morning. I was out in the backyard with both him and our Min Pin, Marie. He tried to get her to play, though she’s not having it. He gave her a couple of enthusiastic play bows, let out a few goofy grrrs, jumped around, ran to the grass and back to the patio. She just turned her back. But I was laughing at him. And happy to see he is starting to get back some energy. When we got back inside, he actually tried to get Reggie to play with him (which is saying something, seeing as how his basically terrified of Reggie). He play bowed, then pawed at Reggie. Then Reggie swatted him, and poor Romeo cowered and crawled backwards to hide behind me. ;D

He’s lost some weight from all the runs (and I don’t mean around the block), so we’ll be working to get some meat on him on the next week or so. Eggs and rice (with some medication hidden in it) along with Wellness dry dog food should help.

Well, thanks for reading (despite the topic). See you at the dog park!

A Min Pin’s New Years Resolutions

January 20, 2008

My Min Pin Marie finally wrote down her 2008 New Year’s Resolutions. Since she can’t type (or turn on the computer), she asked me to share them with you all. She thinks that maybe, if she puts them out there on the internet for all to see, this will give her some accountability and might just help her keep them. So, here they are, in no particular order.

Marie’s New Years Resolutions for 2008

  • Be nicer to my foster brothers and sisters
  • Try not to destroy my stuffed toys (that way Mom won’t take them away from me when she spots my stashes of stuffing all over the house)
  • Try to eat slower so I don’t choke
  • Lose 3 pounds (Mom says I’m becoming a little fatty)
  • Convince my Siamese cat sister Neika that I’m a nice dog who really wants nothing to do with her anyway and that she doesn’t need to hiss at me and run every time she sees me. (I’m not one of my nosy foster siblings after all.)
  • Figure out a way to get into the cats’ litter closet so I can raid that litter box.
  • Convince Mom to put the giant stuffed dog on the floor so I can gnaw on it and tell it who is boss.
  • Be much more sneaky when I get up to Mom’s workbench to steal anything that smells good. (I really enjoyed that last spool of thread).
  • Continue to sit on the floor and stare up at Dad when he’s eating in the hopes that he’ll either drop a tasty morsel, or he’ll break down and share with me. (Sharing is the nice thing to do after all, its so rude to eat in front of others.)

Well, there you have it. I’m not sure if I approve of some of those, but I do agree, she needs to lose a couple of pounds.

Well, that’s all for this time. Thanks for reading. See you at the Dog Park!

Jade Was Adopted! And We Have a New Foster!

August 27, 2007

Yes, Jadey-girl was adopted this weekend by a wonderful family that includes a canine sister for Jade! Congratulations Jade, we’ll miss you!

Now, Jade left our home a few weeks back to spend some time at the doggie daycare where we board some of our dogs. She did great there and enjoyed all the puppy playmates she had all day, everyday. It was a great environment for one so playful. So while she was gone, we got a new foster.

Meet Jimmy!

This picture was taken on the day he came from Animal Care and Control (aka. The Pound), Friday August 10, 2007. He was a little shy, nervous, and scared that day, as you can see from his face. He was also quite skinny. He’s put on an ounce or two since then ;D. We hope to have some new pictures of him soon.

Let me tell you a little bit more about Jimmy-Jimmy, as we call him. Jimmy is about 9 months old, and still quite the puppy. He’s a chihuahua, and he’s tiny and barely weighs anything. He loves stuffed squeaky toys. We bought him a little one, its about 2.5-3 inches tall. Its a ducky. He loves it. But he surprised us and started to play with one of the “Big-Dog” stuffed toys, a stuffed bone with rope hanging off each end. He just loves to chew on the stuffed part. He’ll even throw the little ducky around a bit. He does like to nibble on fingers, pillows, carpet, and wires, so we do have to keep an eye on him and keep stuffed toys handy to distract and redirect him. But he listens when we tell him no, so that’s a good thing.

Jimmy may be small (probably about 5 or 6 lbs) but he has no problem getting up onto the couch or the bed. He just takes a flying leap and up he goes. He loves to snuggle close, whether it be in your lap, or next to you with him muzzle under your arm or behind your back. He often buries his muzzle under things besides us, including pillows and between couch cushions. He’s so sweet and adorable though! He loves to be held and he loves his belly to be rubbed. He is a bit submissive overall, he’ll flop over onto his back and give you his belly regularly. He’ll also give us the nervous grin, but we’re seeing that less and less as he gets more comfortable.

Jimmy is still a little bit skittish and will start if you move towards him too quickly. He also is nervous while eating. He’ll take a mouthful and carry it to a “safe spot”, eat it, then return for more. But he eats well despite this. We just make sure none of our other animals are around him while eating. He seems to prefer kibble to soft food though. Usually, its the other way around.

Jimmy does great with our Min Pin. He doesn’t bug her to play with him nor does he seem to mind her being around. They basically exist in the same household, but don’t interact much. We do see them playing in the back yard now and again when we’ve let them out to potty, but otherwise, the two stick to themselves. Jimmy is much more interested in his humans. So he could definitely live with another dog, but he’d also do just fine by himself. I’m sure if our Min Pin was more the playful sort, that the two would play together more. But he respects her and doesn’t push her. He also is great with our two cats. He was curious about the bigger cat (our Maine Coon), and did get in a few sniffs, but as our bigger cat weighs almost three times as much, and is almost twice as tall as Jimmy, so he pretty much ignores the cats.

Jimmy needs work on the leash, I’m fairly certain he’s never been on one, or at the very least, its been a while.

He also is NOT housebroken. He does fine while in the crate now, no accidents in there, but he’s proving to be a little more difficult to housebreak than our average foster. Most of our fosters have been adult dogs, and they’re just plain easier to housebreak. Its the reason I really don’t ever want a puppy, I’d prefer the next dog we adopt to be an adult.

But overall, Jimmy is a wonderful sweet little puppy. He needs a little bit more work, he needs some time to grow up, but he’ll make a wonderful addition to a home.

And last night, our Min Pin proved she is the Great Black-and-Tan hunter. She’s proven time and again that she is an excellent fly hunter, a not-so-great bee hunter (we are thankful for that), a fabulous cricket hunter, and a fair lizard hunter (though we try to discourage that one, eww). But now we can add “toad hunter” to her illustrious list. Last night, I went to let the dogs back in after their pre-bed potty time. Jimmy came in but no Min Pin. I called her but she didn’t come running. Concerned, I went outside to look around the yard for her. Then I heard her bark. She was on the side of the house near the gate. I went down to the end of the walk and she starting pouncing on something on the ground. To me, it looked like a chunk of rock or concrete. Jade had found a few of these in our yard and had spread them around. I figured it must be one we missed. Then it moved. Turned out to be a toad, or more specifically a Couch’s Spadefoot Toad. Cute and fat little thing. Scared out of its mind. I picked Marie up, carried her into the house and then we humans went back outside with a flashlight. We escorted said toad out the gate and into the front yard, hopefully sending her on her way to another yard. Don’t really want the Pinscher playing with toads.

Other than that, its been pretty quiet in our zoo. See you at the dog park!