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Notes and Logs

I always keep a notepad around, no, not a computer.

One of my best ideas came to me at three o’clock in the morning. I awakened with it so had to run down a ladder to write it down. It was an event of exponential proportions that cost us nothing as I got the funding. We saved a kids program, helped an orphanage, kick-started kids lessons, got free press and benefited both kids and Shakespeare-loving people. Development, audience development, full house for kids’ production. All for $2,400. Plus a tree, kid-decorated ornaments and a menorah, electric, lest folks yell fire in a theater.

This year I’ve three paper ornaments made by local children from the aforementioned event I created over 20 years ago.. I’ve never had a tree before but when I saw a painted tagboard ornament addressed to me saying “Love, Helen”I cried.

Which brings me to logs. I am starting one today because it will take 31 days to get our nearly ten-year old dog to our regular vet for a bordatella shot now due and blood panel that was recommended at the beginning of the year, She has been for two annuals and has no health problems since she was last examined, but I think she may have issues.

So, I’ll keep a log of what she eats, eliminates, sleep patterns. She’s a great sleeper even at six weeks of age and will be ten years next month.

I took an hourly log of my cat M. I adopted him at nine weeks from the shelterat which I volunteered  He crawled into my old dog’s bed and they were inseparable for a year. One day he was acting strange. I felt his head and it was hot (after that I was one of the first graduated or the HSUS/Red Cross pet emergency team) so I ran him off to the vet early in the morning after calling to say something is amiss.

We were there in minutes. For three days I had to pick him up from there and take him to an overnight vet. I called in for his temp as I knew they took it every hour, helped them get him into an ice bath and onto a towel over an ice pack. For three days I monitored his temperature. Nothing showed up on the blood tests, and in the end they had him on antibiotics but said they didn’t understand it at all.

They gave me instructions to get a rectal thermometer and take his temperature every hour but that he hated them so get him out of here asap! I did, had an ER nurse friend who took his temp once and said forget trying again. The next morning he was chasing crumpled post-it notes diving over the sofa and delivering them at my feet while I worked. Yes, a cat who fetched. His idea.

The key was the log. I would visit him at the overnight clinic where the vets looked young enough to be my kids. Every hour I hand-wrote a chart with visits, calls and temps. Whenever I visited and held him, his temperature went down two degrees. Amazing! Why didn’t they let me take him home?

When you deal with older pets, parents, sick siblings or friends, remember that being there, presence and touch is important. It lets them know that you are there for them, and if they leave you will remember them.

Sadly M disappeared. He liked dogs and the outdoors and dogs used to run away to visit him. I think coyotes finally figured a way to lure him out of his tree house.

N (gift of God) , my first cat since he was five weeks old was a Burmese talker who always had the last word until he was struck with pneumonia atop chronic heart failure. I held him for a while and his spirit went to a good place and helped me do so as well.

C, my dear abused rescue dog, rescued me.  Afraid of men, uniforms (she was abused by a deputy sheriff) and children who threw rocks at her and her brother, even at a no-kill shelter there are limits. I was advised by a fellow volunteer turned staffer that a call to put her down had been delayed for one week by one of my favorite adoption staffers ever. She knew something good would happen.

I had my rescue dog home the next day, after visiting her even in a neck brace every week for a year, and we trained. Food, scariness, uniforms, hats, men, children; professional, personal and group training.  After ten years together when she died I had to go through to the park via the bushes and all the kids would call her name and run out to pet her, and I had to take her best friend behind the bushes and tell him she was gone. It was tough for both of us because he was probably seven and I said she was gone, As a guy of course he demanded to know all the gory detais. He cried and I told him to make up a story for his older brother of something he’d done for which Ms. Dee had to yell at him.

Oh, hi, Dee was all I got from the kids from then on. It was one of the hardest things in my life to go out to our park the afternoon after she died. Neighbors had her ashes separated and placed in a container, gave me a collage of her photos and placed some her ashes in the only stuffed animal she ever brought to the park, as she wanted to say goodbye. She didn’t want me to know. They donated to the city a tree in her memory, and we held a watering ceremony attended by dear friends, park staff and foundation members.

In the month it takes for my new (we’ve had her nearly ten years) dog to get a vet appointment my dear husband is a computer guy but as for N, heaven rest his soul, and Zoe now, I am depending upon an old-fashioned unreadable (except by me) handwritten log of everything regarding Z. Unless she really gets sick. Don’t worry, I can always find a new vet. There’s something of an Aggie network. Davis is OK too. Lengthy, indeed. Dee

One Puppy

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve brushed out our dog Zoe, who will be ten years old next month. She really needed to get out her last undercoat and prepare for winter. Hey, she wears a fur coat outside and I do not.

Today I didn’t get a full dog out of her. I was told it was only a pup. She looks gorgeous and fluffy and ready to fill out once again.Perhaps a bath is on order next week. Thank you for making the suggestion! Cheers, Dee

Truth and Honor

Two dear friends just adopted two young dogs. They will have the best possible home. I do not pray but have done so for these pups.

One will be a troublemaker as is H and me. The other will be the considerable one who take things in stride, that’s P and me.

Both “owners” have held my feet to the fire and I am better for it, as is my nearly ten year-old dog who loves adults, kids, dogs and cats.

While we’ve tried to achieve legal leash-free areas that has been semi-successful. Now I take my ten year-old dog on short walks on a leash.

Everyone on the positive side of responsible dog owners have dealt with truth and conducted the fight with honor. The four opponents paid off the politicians and we mainly lost.

I am glad to have lost with truth on our side and honor. Unfortunately, given 2,500 petitions against four opponents, we lost with truth and honor. Dee

Zoe

My new Claddagh ring must be working as with the heart in for being secure in love, the hands surrounding it with friendship and the crown giving trust I am more secure in my future.

Thank you Ms. Liz. I had to look it up and find one and even order it so do the sword dance one more time for my double nickel birthday. I’ll sing an Irish song for you. How about Scot… you take the low road and I’ll take the high road. Loch Lomond of course. Our water came from there, unfiltered and cold as could be.

Before I met my husband of nearly 11 years we talked about children. I said we needed to get a dog first. That hip-less dog will be ten in a couple of months.

Yes, there’s family, teachers. friends and love that come into one’s life. Who made me grow up? My dogs and cats. Each taught me something. Each went outside the box. Yes, all were rescues and as they’ve done me proud I hope I did as much for them as they did for me. They taught me love, honor, forgiveness and joy.

Nathan talked and always got the last word in. Chani was the mother of all dogs, and cats and was calmed of uniformed personnel and children when all the kids loved her and gave the park a tree in her memory.  Mickey jumped into Chani’s bed and she did everything a good mom would do. He caught post-it notes and retrieved them at my feet. All the dogs in the neighborhood came to visit him to play. I’d get calls early in the morning asking if a certain dog was at my door. Yep.

Sadly they’re all gone for a decade. We’ve not been here long but everyone knows my dog Zoe, Greek for “life,” and even little kids want to meet her. She has also  taught me lessons of patience, love, the need for some obedience and making a good dinner. Seeing my husband with her is joy, personified. Dee

Ephemeral Thoughts

I just thought of something to write and forgot it instantly, but at least my dog makes people happy. At her old age of near ten she engages kids and parents, neighbors, friends and even strangers. I never call them strangers, only friends we’ve not yet met.

Always brighter with Zoe and my husband around, I want to be happy. I’ve tried to do volunteer work here, after 20 years experience in kennel and cattery care, public relations, feral cats, development, special events and volunteer management. I’ve been turned down by hospice care because my dog eats a raw food diet.

All of our days are numbered. I’d like to make a difference in mine. I like to think my writing helps a bit as no one has cared a bit about ferals in the last three states I’ve lived in!

Please think about what you always wanted to do, and didn’t. Think about how your current life, job, circumstance can make that dream come true, and volunteer to do it. Cook and deliver to the food bank. Deliver meals. Work at a hospital with veterans (Happy Veterans’ Day) or help spay and neuter feral cats.

Happy Veterans’ Day! Dee

RESPECT

You go, Aretha. My favorite scene in Animal House included you in a starring role.

Of late many professionals have lamented not the dumbing-down of their work per se, but how they are treated at work, which is not with respect, not as professionals. I’m not talking 20-somethings wet behind the ears from college but seasoned people. Perhaps it is the litigiousness of our society that demands that employees be looked down upon. It is not a good sign.

Yesterday my dog and I were walking north on the sidewalk of a southbound street, where a young lady was killed a few weeks ago in traffic. Yes, I got my crosswalk next door but now cars speed up through it with this old lady and old dog halfway across.

There were 20 six year-olds with four chaperones coming toward us and I knew it was death to cross the street without a crosswalk or light so I improvised. First I must say that Zoe is nearly ten, has no hips, is clean (needs to be combed again) and has a very sweet disposition. A two year-old could reach into her bowl and take her food and she’d just look up and say “Mommy, can I have more?”

I had her sit and do a “high five” which makes her look like Lassie. She is a long-haired golden Australian Shepherd mix. The last thing we both wanted to do was to scare even one child.

They all laughed. Then I told her to sit and four times as we moved down the line a child said “High Five!” and she placed her right paw gently in their hand. They were delighted and we got them back on their way.

I thought Zoe had done so well, and always try to get her to do new things because she needs education, training and enjoying strangers and their dogs. I’ve also been a volunteer manager for over 20 years and have worked with thousands of animals.

So I tried to get us into a hospice therapy dog program and it was looking good, until I learned that the only diet she will eat and has thrived on since a pup is a raw food diet which is prohibited. Solely due to that, she is precluded from participating in the program.

At her advanced age I will not do what the dog food manufacturers want me to do: feed her dry food with corn and meat by-products as the main food groups. I was a professional, looked at the rules, filled out the application and all of a sudden this raw food ban tells me I’m an idiot.

My time is too valuable to not have it respected by someone with a volunteer opportunity. This is our gift. If you don’t want it, go elsewhere. Dee

Loss

Yes, my mother died five years ago but she never loved me. She cared for me as she needed to do but never loved me.

My husband loves me and has for over 12 years. My dog loves me and has for nearly ten years.

Today I remember two people I’ve had a contentious relationship with for over fifteen years. They just lost their dear dog. I know what it’s like to lose a loved pet and hold them through their final moments. That’s the first time I got the last word with my talking cat, and it wasn’t pleasant.

I felt his spirit go through me. About eight hours after my dearest dog died I felt the same. H and P please remember the good things and time you had together. Yes, she barked at me when you visited. No big deal.

Sometimes people think family pets don’t matter. Dr. Dog told me a backyard dog is a dog without a home. Our dog is old and has no hips. She is lifted to our bed nightly. She is a member of the family and would  be missed as is Miss S.

Condolences, our dear friends. S will be missed. Dee

 

 

Collars

I keep a couple around. Husband likes the big handle leash and I like a little leather one. A few weeks ago hanging on a hook the clasp on the one she’s had for nearly ten years split in two hanging there and I found the other half on the mat by my shoes.

Our nearly 10 year-old hip-less wonder-dog lost a collar buckle that was nearly her age. We met a lady with a Silken Windhound and since I’ve worked with Greyhounds for years I loved her collar.

Zoe’s just arrived and is gold Asian silk, hand-stitched, a Martingale collar with no buckle that will help me with the leather no-stitches leash so when a squirrel teases her I am in control. The Martingale is two loops and no buckle for extra control, especially usable for dogs with small necks and heads who tend to look for prey. It will take our dog through her final years.

My dog looks like a fox and can turn her head and get out of a collar. This new one is 1.5″ thick, gold and white with a dragon pattern and looks great on her. I’ll have to wait for the rain to stop before really trying it out to see if it’s squirrel-worthy.

Over the past few days I’ve been pulling plugs of fur off Zoe outside hoping to keep the squirrels safe and warm (with Zoe’s nearly lost undercoat before she grows the next one, next week) as she needs to pay them back. Hope it will be used in their various apartments for the winter. It’s the least I can do.

Wish I could send you a photo. The collar is Asian silk, handmade and I figure Zoe deserves it after ten years with the other. We need to give it to her after all those years of her pestering and loving us. Take care, Dee

Remember Me Thursday…Every Day

September 26 is the day to remember shelter pets. We’re supposed to light a candle for those who have died due to owner neglect or lack of space in shelters so they were euthanized. I believe this campaign is wrong and will not donate my time or money or effort toward it.

Why? I’ve had one stray and three shelter animals in my life for 20 years, not all together. Some I’ve adopted have died regardless of kind care, great food and respect and just because they were old and I’d had them for over 10-15 years after abuse and shelter care and they’d had no real health care but spay/neuter at a shelter.

This should be for the shelter pets who lived as well. Yes, I’ll light four candles for the rescues I’ve had over the past 20 years and one for another rescue anywhere with a loving owner. That is my pledge.

We had a pact in our neighborhood. I had dogs and cats. Another neighbor had birds and reptiles. I’d bring the lost or tossed dog or cat to the nearest shelter and they knew me by now. They placed me in the euthanasia room, where I could see the chart for the day’s executions, the pet must have sensed the odor, and they used the universal scanner to find the chip that could find the owner.

Usually they did find the owner. We only had to adopt one cat, which whom I shared custody with a neighbor and it was only a couple of weeks until we found him a good home. We named him George, why, after years, I do not recall.

Often to raise money shelters give sad stories of abandoned and abused pets. I worked as a volunteer for one shelter for several years in many areas including dogs, cats, development, public relations, special events/volunteer management.

Do you know that people who are supposed to represent us in Washington are trying to shut down the government (which means your great-aunt won’t get her Social Security next month) in order to keep seniors, the poor and middle class from buying health insurance?

We have to make a change and Maddies’ Fund and SFSPCA and others did that for shelter animals but it has to go further as the money train must end, the training wheels need to come off.

Unfortunately people care is far behind dog and cat care. But it must change as well and will be a difficult road to know that caring for all from a young age through retirement and beyond is something rich people don’t want us to have.

When I bring my dog to the vet I get to be there. When my cat died, I held him in my arms. When my dog died the neighborhood gave a tree to the city in her memory. Today, people know my dog’s name but when I take her to get her nails trimmed I go to a groomer to cut nail costs by 2/3 by being the “tech” and calming her for the two minutes it takes.

Yes, we pay cash for our dog’s vet expenses, both hip removals, and nail-cutting. I bathe and groom her myself. Our nation had designed a system in which in preparation for ACA employers have cut back on their healthcare options and are forcing employees into HSA’s or making workers part-time so no health insurance whatsoever for a single mom and her kid. No-one with a pre-existing condition can get health insurance. No-one who is middle class can afford COBRA if they’re laid off. No poor person can afford much at all.

Dear anti-ACA, cash is not the solution. We pay cash for insurance because there is a risk pool and a lot of money to be made. Insurance doesn’t insure people, it makes investments on our premiums, denies claims then begs the government for a bailout and gets one. In the USA, we treat animals better than people. Dee

Routine

When I was in college my parents bought my younger brother and sister a Collie, who kind of herded around the house.

My first dog was a retriever and she would look at her basket of toys by the front door anxiously to pick the right one with which to greet the friend or family member whose car she heard outside.

For the past ten years I’ve had an Aussie/X herder, also from the shelter. She has one bed with a view of the front door so no-one can leave. Every so often if she’s up around 4:00 in the morning she’ll come up to my pillow and lay her spine along mine so I can’t leave without her knowing about it.

Today I gave her a bath. She loves baths and has one at least every two weeks. Hair dryers are a no-no so I let her air dry for 24 hours then comb her out with Dee’s Torture Chamber of Horrors. Furminator, horse curry combs, oh no!

What herders love is ROUTINE. Also, if a herder likes something, once is not enough. So we go out before and after breakfast as she holds on for the second trip for me to bag the prize. I used to drive my husband to work in the morning in Texas, because it was so hot and he needed to be fresh for meetings. It became ROUTINE to take Zoe in the back of the car. My husband would get out across from his building by a bus stop. Zoe would jump into the front passenger seat and sit down like a human. Inevitably, everyone at the bus stop would point and burst out laughing. One time two police horses were behind us and she was in back. She looked back and freaked out as they were huge and about two feet from our rear bumper. That may have been the day the Federal court sentenced the Enron thieves.

After the bath, she gets to go for a quick walk as her prize. We just returned from that trip. Her daddy gets back this afternoon from a week on business so she and the house must be clean. Now all I need to do is fix myself up and figure out what to get for dinner.

I don’t know what I’d ever do without Zoe. We got her from the shelter at six weeks and she’ll be ten years old in January.Her routines have become mine. She knows that I’m the morning walker and Jim is the late night walker and knows how to set the stare, whine or paw. She knows I’m the food wench so twice a day I’m always on the hook.

While no dog can ever replace her or my first dog, I’m thinking no undercoat (fur all over the floor, tumbling tumbleweeds). Jim’s allergies are always an issue. Labradoodle? Portuguese Water Dog? I’m loving these little French Bulldogs but don’t want an accessory, I want a dog. Sorry, Frenchies, you can still call me Aunt Dee.

Not to worry. Zoe is healthy, and the happiest dog I’ve ever met in 20 years of working with pets. She’ll be around for years. Now she just has to dry so she can be combed out. Right now she’s on the floor six inches behind my office chair. Yes, try carrying an armload of laundry with her doing a serpentine in front, ready to trip you at any moment! But we love her. Tell me a story. Dee