Posts Tagged ‘Dogs’

Oh breeder what hast thou wrought?

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

I was watching a program one evening about the history of various dog breeds, including the Standard Poodle (naturally). One of the spotlighted breeds that I knew little about was the French Bulldog. I learned that through selective breeding of smaller dogs with a more smushed-in face, the modern Frenchie lives a short life complicated with respiratory and heart problems, some even pass out from physical exertion. In fact they are so debilitated that they cannot procreate naturally. They MUST be artificially inseminated and the puppies are delivered by cesarean section because the female hindquarters are too small to deliver naturally.

French Bulldog

French Bulldog

I don’t know about you, but I was stunned by this information. Why would you continue breeding an animal with severe health problems, doomed to a life of discomfort, if not outright suffering, that cannot even procreate without assistance? I have heard of other breeds that are so allergic to grass that they must live on concrete. How have breeders gotten so off track that they believe it is good practice to continue this way? Isn’t the whole point of selective breeding to improve the breed?

Of course a huge part of the problem is consumers who do not educate themselves and purchase debilitated animals. When you think about it, that’s extremely shortsighted. Who wants to end up with a pet they adore that runs up vet bills (so high they have to remortgage their house), and then dies at an early age anyway? When you bring a pet into your family don’t you want that pet to live a long, robust, life and create lasting, precious memories?

When you take a step back and look at the big picture, French Bulldogs are an abject lesson in Darwin’s theory of evolution and natural selection. Left to their own devices they would never have evolved in this manner and if they had, they would be extinct.

Please do your part to encourage higher standards in breeding. Research the breed you want. Then deal with reputable breeders who do health and temperament testing. Find out whether they are involved in improving the breed or catering to silly whims such as those that produced the poor French Bulldog.

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My foray into fostering

Monday, August 24th, 2009

His name was Beau. He was purportedly a shepherd mix. Maybe, but there was definitely some Bull Mastiff in there. He had a huge head which I was soon to learn he used most effectively.

I had decided to try fostering dogs after reading repeated pleas in my local paper. Our county SPCA had closed down and local rescues were doing their best to fill the gap, but they needed foster families to house them.

I also thought it would be a great way to see if a second dog would fit with our family. You see we have this wacky, hyperactive, standard poodle, Saphyre, who we absolutely adore, but her antics can sometimes be a bit much. A companion for her could be exactly what we all needed. Fostering seemed like the perfect way to find out.

Beau was about 80 lbs of sweetness and love. He wanted to kiss everyone and was just happy to be part of a family. He and Saphyre hit it off immediately. They wrestled with intensity and then collapsed until the next time. Yesssss!

Saphyre & Beau wrestling

Saphyre & Beau wrestling

However, like with all things there was good and bad. Beau did not like being confined, even in our generous fenced yard. He immediately began digging under the fence and escaped repeatedly. Once he was loose there was no catching him until he was done with his adventure. Worse, Saphyre escaped with him so there were two dogs running around wildly.

Luckily we have a lot of rocks which I immediately began hauling and placing around the fence. With all the rocks in place and the yard appearing secure, I let the dogs out again. Beau very shortly put that big head of his to good use pushing the rocks! The ones he didn’t push he flung, some as much as two feet, as he went to digging past them!

After more chasing down loose dogs, and some very scary moments involving the road, they were once more captured. This time I hauled small boulders. These were large enough that I had to use a lever and tractor to gather and place. At last, success!! The dogs were now safely contained and we could begin to enjoy our foster boy.

One thing I noticed was that Beau did not respond to his name. I checked with the rescue group and learned that he had been found wandering the streets. The shelter had given him the name Beau and he had lived primarily in a kennel before going into foster care. Little wonder he didn’t respond to the name. (Being an animal communicator comes in handy at times like these.) I asked him what he would like to be called and heard Sampson. But he didn’t answer to Sampson so I tried Sammy. That was it! When I called him Sammy he visibly relaxed and came to me.

We had a really nice couple of weeks before Sammy found his new family. They made sure to reinforce their fencing before his arrival, and by all reports, he is a perfect fit.

Don’t you just love happy endings?

Wild dogs thriving in Moscow

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

Having recently blogged about my chickens demonstrating Darwin’s theory, “survival of the fittest,” I was fascinated to read about Russia’s wild dogs.

It seems that when the old Soviet Union collapsed, homeless dogs relocated to the suburbs along with the industrial complexes they inhabited. However, their main food source was in the city. Gotta have a place to sleep. Gotta eat. What’s a dog to do?

These clever dogs quickly deduced that they could simply commute, just like the humans. According to scientists who have studied the phenomenon “Dogs are surprisingly good psychologists.” Not only have they worked together to solve a problem, they are having a good time doing it. Observers have noted that they make a game out of jumping onto the train at the last minute, barely escaping getting a tail caught in the closing doors.

The full story along with pictures comes from Britain’s The Sun.

Law of Attraction, Bojangles, and a burned out headlight

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

For a couple of years I’ve been contemplating getting a feeder calf or two. Problem is lack of pasture. I’m already feeding the horses hay year around which is a budget buster. Ideally organic, grass-fed beef is the way to go.

Last week I attended an auction planning to pick up a couple of goats to help keep my fence rows clean. There were no goats, but there were four young calves. (I’ve been to this particular auction a number of times and never seen calves.) Intrigued I thought if they went for less than $50 I should get one. But these were very young and looked to be Jerseys. Jerseys are great for milk production but are they good beef cattle? What does one feed such a young calf? By the time we got home it would be far too late to shop. While I was contemplating all of this, all four sold for bargain prices.

Then I began thinking that perhaps I could talk to the seller to see if he had any more available. If yes, I could pick one or two up at my leisure and be prepared for their arrival. My daughter, who was with me, went over to the holding area to look for the farmer. A short time later she returned and told me that one of the buyers had changed his mind and would be happy to sell his calf, which turned out to be the best of the four and not a Jersey.

That’s the short version of how I ended up with a Texas Longhorn calf in the back of my XUV. Thankfully he fit, but boosting him up there was a challenge.

I marveled at how Law of Attraction (LOA), had delivered what I wanted at a great price and the right time of year. But LOA had still more to deliver that night. On the way home I realized that one of my headlights was out, a good way to attract a ticket. So I set my intention to be invisible to police and expected the best.

Up ahead on the road was a mandatory sobriety checkpoint. Lots of police. I repeated my intention and pulled up. After answering the basic questions and explaining that we were heading home from an auction with a calf in the back, we were sent on our way without even a mention of the headlight!!

We arrived home safely and tucked the little guy in with some warmed milk. He’s temporarily residing in the play yard with Saphyre, our standard poodle. Which brings me to yet one more aspect of LOA.

Bojangles & Saphyre

Bojangles & Saphyre

The little guy, dubbed Bojangles, is getting plenty of exercise because Saphyre insists on rousing and herding him several times a day. They’ve become fast friends and thanks to Bojangles, Saphyre is significantly less hyperactive. That amazing Universe takes care of even the smallest details.

Are animals sentient beings? What's wrong with anthropomorphizing?

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Anthropomorphism… attribution of human qualities to nonhumans.

I find it disturbing when people espouse the opinion that animals do not have feelings. As an animal communicator I know for certain that they do, as they regularly share their feelings with me. Why is it that some people are so insistent that we not anthropomorphize animals? Could it be that ascribing emotions to animals means we would have to acknowledge they are sentient beings?

When my beautiful mare, Misty, lost her new filly she had tears running down her face. I had never before seen a horse cry, but that day Misty cried. She had so looked forward to being a mommy and she was devastated. She grieved her baby for months. Her usual spark was missing, so much so that she allowed two of the geldings to boss her around, effectively moving her down from second to fourth ranked in the herd. Her normal personality was very much an alpha mare so it was astonishing to see this change.

Later that year she started looking pregnant. The only stallion she had contact with was our mini, Arlo, who at 31 inches could not have done the deed… unless she laid down. Uh oh. Suddenly I started hearing stories about minis who had bred full-size horses.

That very cold and snowy December as her udder filled and began to wax I was checking her every two hours round the clock. This went on for two weeks with all the signs of impending birth. Then one day everything stopped. She had just gone through a false pregnancy!! She wanted that baby so badly that she imagined herself pregnant and manifested all the physical signs. If animals have no feelings then why did Misty grieve and experience a false pregnancy?

How many times have you heard about cats who suddenly stop using their litter box and soil the house? Often they are upset about something and are acting out those feelings desperately trying to communicate with their guardians.

I recently communicated with a cat who felt displaced by new family members and began to withdraw. As he withdrew further and further he left himself vulnerable and was eventually killed by predators. If he had no feelings he would likely still be alive.

Dogs are even more demonstrative, displaying a wide range of feelings. Is there any doubt about the joy they exhibit when their person comes home? My new puppy, a standard poodle, is one of the most demonstrative dogs I’ve ever met. She is filled with exuberance and loves to clown around for our amusement.

How many times have you seen a dog dreaming, talking in their sleep with their limbs jerking to and fro? Why would they dream if they have no feelings? What would be the purpose? And haven’t we all heard stories about dogs who gave their lives to save their person? Is that not love?

I haven’t even touched on their sense of humor. Some are sarcastic, others more thoughtful wisecracker types like a George Carlin, some are raucous, others have a dry wit. They run the gamut. One stallion I communicated with bragged about how “well endowed” he was. I think he got a kick out of the shock value. See, there’s another category: twisted humor.

This post could get very long with many anecdotes about all manner of animals who have expressed their feelings during communication sessions, but by now you probably get the idea.

So just why are some people convinced that animals lack emotions?

The only conclusion I can come to is that believing they are “dumb” animals allows for treating them like inanimate objects, just another piece of property.

What do you think readers? Is that a plausible explanation? If yes, what can we do to change this misperception?

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Remembering Joshua, the dog of a lifetime.

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

It’s been a year today since my incredible dog, Joshua, departed this world. I cannot believe he has been gone an entire year. I still get emotional when I talk about him, but  I wouldn’t trade our fourteen years together for anything.

Joshua was very much a part of our family. He came to us from North Shore Animal League at just eight weeks. A border collie mix, he was super smart and incredibly sensitive to our feelings and needs. He loved treats and quickly learned a number of tricks. Show him a treat and he would start going through his entire repertoire before you had decided which one to ask for.

He was phobic about thunderstorms. Even minor storms threw him into a panic attack from which he could not be distracted. So when I awoke this morning to a torrential storm, complete with thunder and lightning, it somehow seemed as if sent from Joshua himself to me.

He’s now beyond such worldly cares, but it was the perfect way to remember and celebrate the life that he so generously shared with us for an all too brief interlude.

Reincarnation, is it real?

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

I had no idea when I previously blogged about reincarnation that it would become one of my most popular posts. Overwhelmingly you want to know if reincarnation is real and if your pet will return to you. I can tell you that the animals have told me it is real. After their transition they choose if, when, and in what form they will return. Some come back nearly immediately, others need a recuperation period.

Rather than take my word for it, however, look to science if you will. Science has proven that living beings are at their core energy. Since energy never dies, it has to go somewhere when the physical body is used up. That leaves us to speculate on what happens to it when released from the physical, or believe the animals when they say they absolutely do reincarnate.

Let me relate to you a story of a lovely young dog I spoke with who had recently transitioned. His owner was quite distraught as he was young and it was a sudden death. She was desperate to know if he would reincarnate and return to her. In our communication he revealed that he had been with her before in the form of another dog. He was sad to leave her and wanted to return, which he had as her new puppy.

However, he also had a desire to try an experience as a german shepherd rather than the small breed dog that she preferred. He put his desires on hold to return to her once more, but he chose a short life as a compromise. He will likely return to her in another form one day but in the meantime, he may revisit other people he has loved or meet entirely new ones.

I was so struck by this conversation, having gone through something similar myself. When my old dog, Joshua, was getting ready to transition, I asked him if he would return. He promised to do so. As I grieved his loss, I asked him again after he crossed over to please return and he again promised. I believe that he did return to me in the form of my new dog, Saphyre.

But after talking with that young dog, I began to wonder if it was selfish of me to ask Joshua to return to me. What if he had other people he wanted to visit, or new adventures to experience, or what if he didn’t want to come back as a standard poodle, the breed I had decided upon? Of course he has free choice and could have made other plans, but being the amazing, kind, spirit that he was, he honored my request.

I am so grateful for these beings who freely share their love and wisdom with me and in the future will strive not to put my needs before theirs. Perhaps the best course of action is to let them know we would welcome their return, but only if and when they choose to do so.

What do you think? I invite you to share your thoughts in the comments section or contact me directly: petchatter.

Xylitol and pets revisited

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

Last month I blogged about Xylitol and its life-threatening affects on dogs. That post has gotten a lot of traffic so I’m hopeful that some dogs may have been saved as owners are educated on this new danger.

Today I find it imperative to revisit the subject as I recently learned that Xylitol is also contained in Tic Tacs. If you’ve been sharing Tic Tacs with your dog, please find another treat. Xylitol is deadly to dogs in even small amounts.

This new information made me curious about other pets that might be affected by Xylitol so I did a little research. According to Michelle DeHaven, DVM:

“While xylitol appears safe in people, its safety varies wildly in other species. Xylitol has shown no adverse effects in humans, rhesus monkeys, rats and horses but is toxic in dogs, baboons, cows and goats. There does not appear to be enough information about cats to decide whether it is toxic to them or not. I certainly would not take the chance.”

Read her full article on this disturbing topic. Also worth reading is Doolittler’s series on this emerging threat: “(By the way, you should know that according to the ASPCA’s poison control Tic-Tacs poison more dogs than any other product, partly as a consequence of their extra-high Xylitol levels and partly the result of their ubiquity.)”

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Law of Attraction: Finding The Perfect Dog

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Five months ago we lost our dog, Joshua. He was a huge part of our family’s lives for fourteen wonderful years. Since then we’ve talked about getting another dog, we even visited a humane society adoption day. They had some lovely dogs but it was too soon.

I’ve always wanted a standard poodle and, coincidentally, one became available on our local Freecycle. He wasn’t getting along with his pack mates, and to restore peace, his owner reluctantly decided to rehome. Out of all the responses, and there were many, she chose me! I was convinced this was Law of Attraction in action, and just days after I had put out the desire.

My almost new dog.

My almost new dog.

Before meeting in person, I had an animal communication session with him. It turned out he had a very high opinion of himself and a very low one of his pack mates. He showed me pictures of them as a bunch of hound dog mutts. Imagine my surprise when I found out from his owner that they were all in fact poodles . . . far from mutts! I explained to him during another communication session that they were every bit as special as he and he needed to treat them with respect. We chatted about the situation and he agreed to make an effort.

When I finally met him in person some weeks later his owner reported that his behavior had improved. Observing him it was obvious that he was quite bonded and should stay right where he was, if at all possible. He very clearly let me know that, while I was nice enough, I wasn’t his “mom.” Later I had another communication session with him and explained that he could stay right where he was, it was up to him. Since then he continues to do well, and harmony has been restored to the pack.

During my visit one of the other male poodles totally charmed me and removed any doubt that I was ready for a dog. He intuitively felt my grief (over losing Joshua) and leaned his body against mine filling me with healing energy. I had a thoroughly delightful time with him and the healing he freely bestowed upon me was incredibly restorative.

So now I’m looking for my “perfect” dog in earnest. I’ve decided to put my strong, clearly defined request out to the universe (Law of Attraction) and “allow” the right dog to cross my path. I don’t really care about color, although I do like silver, and I want a natural tail. I’d like a young, healthy, adult (six or under) so that we can have many years together. Sex is not important, but I’d like a gregarious personality.

My dog should enjoy romping with my husband, accompany me on treks into the woods, and enjoy sitting quietly together of an evening being petted. He/She should be smart and lively, but able to remain calm when appropriate. My dog will enjoy our horses but not act aggressively towards them. He/She will function as my ears, alerting me to visitors and activity outdoors, but will politely greet visitors.

I’m visualizing spending time with my new dog. I can feel how wonderful it is to have that special companionship again. I’m doing my part and I expect the universe will deliver, it’s just a matter of perfect timing.

Animal Communication: Do dogs protect children?

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

After my communication with horses on this topic, I wanted to know what dogs had to say about it. I have personally known dogs who absolutely looked after children, even to their own detriment. I must say I was somewhat surprised by what the dogs had to say on the topic:

“There are some among us who, like people, have a special affinity for children. They take special care with children. But not all of our species has this affinity. Others would rather not be bothered. They feel it is not their responsibility to look after other creatures’ young. Some of us have more empathy and compassion than others. It is truly an individual preference. We say when in doubt, it’s best to carefully supervise your young around us.”

During our communication, the dogs reminded me that being predators they had quite a different perspective from horses, who are prey animals. Their caution to carefully supervise our young around them is sensible and the sentiment expressed, very generous on their part.

With this understanding I am even more touched by the generosity of spirit of those dogs who are the exceptions. One of those exceptional canines, deserving of tribute, completed his earthly journey this year.

Henry, was just seven, but he packed a lot of living into those years. He was best friend to Jill, and vigilant protector of Ryan, her autistic son. Henry patiently tolerated Ryan’s rough handling and even tried to fetch him back for Jill when he wandered too far away. He was always there ready to help in any way that he could.

Henry

Beautiful Henry, gone, but never forgotten.

Unquestionably, Henry was irreplaceable, but with an empty space in her heart and home, Jill welcomed young Jack, an Irish Setter. He surely has big footprints to step into. Happily he seems ready and willing to be another canine exception in his attitude towards Ryan and they have become fast friends.

Jill says that although Henry and Jack have very different spirits, one trait they have in common is looking you straight in the eye. She captured that beautifully in the picture below:

Jack & Ryan communicating

Jack & Ryan communicating

Photos courtesy of Jill Yelverton. Thank you, Jill, for sharing the inspirational story of Henry, Jack and Ryan. May you have many happy years together.