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January, 2016

  • 26 January

    A Murder of Crows


    They call it a "murder" of crows, and this one is the real deal.  Not only does he carry a weapon, but he's even wearing an ankle monitor. From: Terrierman's Daily Dose To order the book..

  • 26 January

    How To Clicker Train “Heel” Position (Dog Training)

  • 26 January

    “Hey Honey? Did You Get The Cat Chow At The Store?”

    FullSizeRender“Could you bring it in here? Quickly?”

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    A very….concerned Dimitri, from Doug & Sowmya in Winnipeg.


    Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: Caturday, HELLA MASSIVE IMPENDING DOOM, Hey Honey, The Great White North

  • 26 January

    Canine Freestyle: How to Teach Turn & Backing Towards you using backchaining

  • 26 January

    Is Your Dog Scared of Having His Toes Nails Cut? Clipped? Dremelled?

  • 26 January

    Do Dogs Understand Seizures?

     

    Emily and new toy I found the toy, I own the toy.

    Our Emily has seizures. I've talked about them before. She's a rescue from a research facility which I know nothing about; the agreement between the research facility and the rescue org require the rescues org NOT to reveal what our Emily was used for. If they even know. It's very likely they do not. Other than being told she was a drug study dog, all I know about our sweet girl is that she is high strung, energetic, intelligent to a fault, and full of delight. And, that she has seizures. Is it epilepsy? Or some other brain disorder? Or any number of other issues surrounding the electrical impulses in her brain? I don't know. I do know that there is a mystery here, and it's one that may never be solved. 

    Two nights ago Tom and I were snuggled all warm in bed, watching the late news, drowsing off... when we heard some unusual noises in the front room. The front room is directly beyond our bedroom. Tom had just turned off the light, I was nearly in dreamland, when this noise shook me awake.

    I sighed in the dark. "You better go see what they're up to," I said. While unusual, it was possible the two dogs (Olive, our baby from the puppy mill, who was and still is a fantastic Mom to all...well, her best trait is how she supervises fights - and by that, I mean, tussles. Whenever Emily and Onyx, the 'cousin', play in the house, Olive interprets it as aggression and promptly lets them know it's not acceptable - it's quite comical to see this little Boston Terrier attempt to break up a 'fight' between two dogs twice her size!) were getting into things, like pulling books off the book shelf or randomly kicking their bones around the hardwood floor. Whatever it was, I figured we needed to nip it in the bud, and quickly.

    Tom gave a sigh and threw the covers back. He plodded around the bed to the door, likely thinking this would be a quick reprimand, so he could get back to his warm bed soon!

    Several minutes went by. Our house is quite small so I expected to hear Tom telling Emily to cut it out - yes, I assumed it was Emily, but only silence met my ears. I listened harder. You know what I mean; I cocked my head, removed the covers so my ears were exposed to the cold, and craned my neck a bit. Only quiet darkness. Hmmm... not sure why everything was suddenly so quiet, I pushed myself up and slipped on my slippers and went out into the front room.

    "What's going on?" I asked, wrapping my robe around me. 

    "Emily's having a seizure," Tom said, softly breaking the quiet with his voice. The whisper went through me like a bolt of lightning.

    Emily after a seizure Seizures are scary.

    "Oh no!" I rushed to the couch and sat at Emily's head. Tom was already cradling her in his arms. He soothed her with his voice, "It's okay, Emily. We're here. We've got you." 

    I massaged her neck and petted her head, which she likes me to do. I whispered in her ear letting her know we would stay with her. 

    A seizure is a scary thing for those of us who experience them with our pets. The animal stiffens and often has jerky movements they can't control. Their eyes are wide and frightened. Often, Emily will look right at Tom as if she is asking him to make it stop or go away. She is frightened and confused and wants to 'run' away, but she can't. As she lays wherever the seizure happens, she drools excessively and sometimes she passes stool. This time, she merely drooled as she looked wildly about, then fixated on Tom because he is her rock. 

    The seizure lasts anywhere from ten minutes to twenty minutes. It seems like hours when you're in it. You, the pet parent, are concentrating on making sure your pet does not hurt herself, and you also want to do whatever you can to reassure her it will be all right. Because, after it's over, it is all right. Mostly.

    This time, for the first time in five years, Emily's seizure gradually left her body but instead of rising to shake it off, she just lay there. She looked at each of us and made no move to get up. 

    "Want to get up now, Em?" Tom asked, in the shadows of the living room. We had not turned on a light and I wonder if that was part of the confusion. But, we didn't feel a light was necessary. 

    Emily merely sat on the sofa... yes, a sofa she was not supposed to be on. She has several comfy beds scattered all over the floor. Across the room, Olive was sleeping (or pretending to sleep) on the soft pillow of my upholstered rocker, where I allow her to sleep. The dog beds remained empty.

    "Help her down," I said to Tom. It seemed, to me, that Emily was unsure of the leap from the low-centered sofa to the floor. Tom helped her to her feet and she made a beeline for the kitchen, then the back door.

    Once she went out and peed, then came back in, she seemed normal. We gave her some more love and put a table on the sofa so she would not get back up there. 

    Everyone went back to bed. Well, sort of. In just about 5 minutes, I heard Emily pacing around the kitchen, coming to our door and snuffling under it, then back to the kitchen. She barked once and I got back up. I went out to comfort her a bit more. I gave her a massage, I kissed her head, I took her to her dog bed, and instructed her to go to sleep now.

    The rest of the night passed without incident. 

    In the morning, Tom and I rose. We washed up and went out into the front room, then to the kitchen (it's all one big room) to make coffee. The dogs did not rise for some time.

    When they did, Emily stepped out of her dog bed and stretched and... went over to the sofa where she'd had her seizure ... and she sniffed it for some time. 

    Did she remember? What smell was left there that drew her in? 

    I wonder, what goes through her mind during a seizure, beyond the terror she must feel? Is there a lingering memory? I guess we will never know. Dogs can't tell us. 

    The seizures are more often these days. We are reluctant to put her on medication, but it may come to that. 

    I remain mystified by what she knows and doesn't know and how I believe she would have so much to tell us, if only she could talk.

    Our very own Emily shows her smarts.

  • 26 January

    Jury Duty Call for Man’s Best Friend

    One NJ man has a funny tale to tell and the proof to back it up.  Now, it’s not uncommon for our family members to get a jury duty summons but in this case it was Barrett Griner’s furry family member, named IV (that’s four in Roman numerals) that was summoned to jury duty. Mr. Griner […]

  • 26 January

    Dog Training Tutorial: Building Eye Contact & Attention!

  • 26 January

    The Five Most “Moving” Cat Journeys of 2015

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    Photo credit - Unsplash.com 

     

    Humans it seems aren’t the only ones with wanderlust. There are plenty of other animals who like to roam, either out of necessity - think elephants in search of water - or who have to walk for a living - think camel treks. Some wander far and wide simply because it’s part of their DNA.

    Closer to home and slightly smaller in scale, but no less prone to going walkabout, think about the humble cat. Many an owner will tell you tales of the time their cuddly kitty scarpered after being let out one week too soon after moving into a new house, and miraculously turned up at their old address - days later - without so much as an A to Z, let alone GPS. Others will recall, teary-eyed, how their furry expat feline got lost in Bermuda but was found at the airport and had to be shipped across the Atlantic at great expense.

    These four-legged travels seem to transcend time and space and are a constant source of amusement and heart-warming wonder. Not a year passes without a new incredible journey being reported. It’s also proof of just how much we love our cats and how much they get about. Here are our top five stories from 2015:

     

    1. Long-distance Ozzie

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    The long-distance winner has got to be Ozzie - a 25-year-old ginger tom - who somehow managed to get from Australia to London and then to Northern Ireland but no one really knows how even though he was micro-chipped. That’s 12,000 miles over land and sea! He also wins the award for having a cartoon alter ego. His real name is in fact Tigger but staff at the rescue centre renamed him.

     

    2. Coast to Coast Kevin

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    The award for the cat on the longest road trip - in the dark - should probably go to Kevin the tabby who was finally reunited with his owner after two years, and who had traveled two thousand miles from the east coast of America to the west coast when he became trapped in a haulage container!

     

    3. George on the Bus

     

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    The most public-transport friendly cat has to be George, an 18-year-old tabby. His 128-mile mystery adventure started when he went missing in Llanrwst, North Wales, on Mother's Day weekend before being reunited with his owners in Brighouse, Yorkshire, five weeks later. Maybe he should have bought a return ticket?

     

    4. Stow-away Frankie

     

    Stowaway

    Photo credit - Wikipedia

    The award for the cat with most desire to hijack a bus goes to Frankie, a one-eyed tabby from Oamaru, New Zealand. He leapt aboard one day while the driver was washing it and stowed away. The bus ended up in Macraes Mines in East Otago, a 100 km south of his home town, but amazingly two years later he turned up on the doorstep!

     

    5. City-break Daisy

     

    Rome

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    The prize for the cat with the most city-breaks under its collar surely has to go to Daisy, the Scottish Cat. To date, she’s been to Rome, Dresden, Prague, Munich, Florence, Pisa, the Alps, Viterbo (Italy) and Venice too. Where on earth will she go next? Who knows but you can keep track of her on her Instagram account: https://www.instagram.com/daisyscottishcat/. Or if you’re looking for a cat with more yachting experience, you could follow Matt and Jessica Johnson who quit their jobs to sail around the world with their cat Georgie instead.

     

    Don’t underestimate the homing instinct!

    On a slightly serious note, the one thing these amazing stories demonstrate is just how determined our cats can be to get back home. So if you’re moving home with a cat, or any other kind of pet for that matter, it’s important to build in their homing instincts to your plans. There’s plenty of good advice and practical tips out there if you’re not sure how to move a house with a cat. 

    Come moving day, they probably won’t have a clue what’s going on. All the people coming and going, plus the strange noises and new smells can stress them out. Even if the day goes well and they don’t seem too fussed, doesn’t mean they’re going to realise the place you’ve moved to is now their new home. Cats will often try to escape and head back to their former home, whether it’s just a few miles or on the other side of the world!

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  • 26 January

    Puppy Chewing & Biting – Stop bad puppy behaviours with one cue!!!