It Matters To Me

Looking Regal And Lost

2011-12-14T11:58:00.000-08:00

A month has passed since I wrote about Oliver, I am sorry to say I have had no luck trapping him. I'm afraid I have taken a few steps backwards in attempting to gain his trust. He is no longer consistent with coming onto my patio and eating nightly. There are some days I don't see him come into the yard, however, I often see him eating and drinking in the shelter.

I've been trapping for a long time. I have experience with many different types of traps, netting, and different bait to use. I know how to handle strays, ferals and domesticated cats. I know how to tame a feral adult, and a kitten. I know how to gain their trust. It takes time, lots of time, and an extreme amount of patience. It also takes not giving up.

I find myself often in situations like this, that one elusive cat, a difficult case, eventually somehow, someway, I manage to get them in a trap, or gain their trust enough to allow me to pick them up and put them in a carrier. With Oliver, I feel helpless, lost, perhaps because when I sat there taking these pictures, talking to him in a low soft tone, he looked helpless and lost, so very lost.
I document all activity with my feral colony. Each morning for the past several years I make a note in their file, a note that simply says they were here and seen today, and looked healthy. When a new cat shows up, I note the color/markings, gender, and date/time they appeared, just in case he/she becomes a regular visitor and I may need to trap and tnr him/her.

There are also pages in the cats files that are blank, when one of the cats are not seen I don't make any notations. This helps keep track on when a cat went missing. The sad reality of feral colonies, we get no closure. Many times they just disappear. We can feed and care for a cat daily for years, then one day....Poof! They are gone. Your mind goes places you would rather not it go, but you can't help it. You imagine every horrific thing you can, hoping this isn't what happened, but most often you never know. You just mourn for them, miss them, and wonder. But, you carry on, and continue doing what you do, being a responsible feral cat caretaker.
Yesterday morning, we heard the most horrific sound in the distance, we were sure it was the painful screams of a cat. The sound was one of a cat that was in terrible pain, trapped and couldn't get away. I went out in the shelter, lifted the roofs to all the houses, trying to count for all my ferals. After a few hours, all were accounted for, except Oliver. All day, I looked for him, all day I waited. No Oliver. Hoping he would come for dinner last night, no signs of him. As each hour passed, I became overwhelmed with worry. He has been through so much already, I prayed that he would show up unharmed.
This morning, still waiting for any signs of him, my husband calls me from work and asks if I had seen him yet. He expresses his sorrow and concern also, which just adds to all the horrific things I am imagining by now. Finally, here I sit at the computer, and there I see him on my webcam walking into the shelter. He's fine, no harm has been done to him. I can now open his file and write that little note, and today's page will not be blank.

A Face That Breaks My Heart

2011-11-11T08:58:00.000-08:00

The sad reality of feral and stray cats. Those who know me, know I feel it is very important to give every feral or stray cat that I come across, a name. It gives them purpose, and makes them important. This is Oliver, I think the name suits him well.
He showed up a couple of months ago. Until recently all of my photos of him were taken in the dark and I was never able to see just how bad his eyes were.
He would come to eat in the shelter and on my patio after the other ferals ate first. He would always keep his distance from me until I was safely indoors where I can observe him through the window.
Each time I would set the traps out he wouldn't show. Then weeks would pass before I would see him again. Typical when you think a cat would be easy to trap, you watch their schedule, you plan, then they change their routine on you. It gets discouraging, but you don't give up.
Since last month, Oliver and I have built a relationship, with just a bit of trust. He now comes to eat with all the ferals, he sits and waits on the patio for me to bring the wet food treat they all get each evening. He even allows me to pet his head some while he is eating. The infection in his eyes is disturbing. His vision is very poor. I honestly can't imagine that he can see anything, except shadows in a fog.

I realized just how poor his vision was when I had the trap right in front of him and was hoping to have gained enough trust to just guide him in. His head was very wobbly, trying to focus. He knew something was there, within two feet from his face, but he couldn't focus, he was frightened and left the yard. I then realized each time he didn't show when I set the trap was because things were moved in the yard, the trap was a foreign object that he couldn't see well, so he kept his distance.
While watching him daily, and viewing the dozens of photos I have taken, he appears to have a growth on the inside of his left lower jaw. It could be a tooth abscess, but until he is vetted, I won't know for sure.

I am remaining positive in hopes that he has nothing contagious. His nose is clear, his weight is good, his breathing sounds normal. Perhaps the infection in his eyes is just from fighting, and the growth in his mouth is just a bad tooth.

I discovered tuna is the most tasty thing he goes absolutely crazy for. I am trapping again tomorrow night, and hoping the tuna, and the little bit of trust he is gaining with me will be promising.

I also hope and pray after vetting, he can be helped. Here again, is another big gray tomcat that has captured my heart.

Jeni

2011-10-17T08:56:00.001-07:00

Jeni is over nine years old now, but age has not slowed her down. She will always be referred by us as our little energizer bunny. She is very good with Annie, and wants to play all the time, but will always be Bandit's best friend. If someone would ask us who is the most spoiled in our house, we would have to say Jeni is. I think they are all spoiled a bit, but honestly speaking, I think Jeni is just a tad more spoiled then the rest.

Little Miss Annie

2011-10-13T10:01:00.000-07:00

It's been a very long time, too long since I have checked in on Blogger. It's time I get my act together and start catching up with everyone. I have so many updates, and am so far behind, I have decided to just post some photos for now, so I can get those all out of the way. So please bare with me over the next few days as I will be posting photos of my crew, to get everyone updated. Then I will be able to concentrate on letting everyone know all the happenings that have been going on in our world.

These next five photos were all taken last month. She cleans up nicely.

A couple months ago, as cute as can be.

These next few photos were also taken just a couple months ago.

She is so pretty.

She loves my outside feral cats, and they love her. She has a way about her that attracts all the cats. Cats that are not friendly to me, but love Annie. She is like a cat whisperer!

Photo taken last week. Silly girl!

I have an on going album titled "Annie Goes To School". Weekly I take a few photos of her interacting with the children in my daycare/preschool. I have so many great photos of her, reading with the kids, doing art projects with them, participating in show and tell, unfortunately I only share them on my Facebook page due to privacy issues, but I thought this one would be okay to share with all of you.
Thank you all for being patient with me, as I went missing, but I'm back, and will be catching up with everyone soon. Until then, enjoy the photos!

Hello My Friends

2011-03-27T16:08:00.000-07:00

In case anyone is wondering, yes, I'm still alive! I have been very busy the past 2 months. I had a second surgery on February 14th for my broken shoulder. Any of you that does not know the details, you can read it in my previous posts here and here.

I spend a couple hours 3-4 days a week at Physical therapy. I have a CPM (continuous passive motion) therapy chair here at the house. It helps my range of motion. Per the doctor I need to sit in it for 1 hour, 4 times a day. I have several exercises I need to do at home, every hour of the day that I am awake. My life revolves around physical therapy, I should be getting paid for this!

I have improved quite a bit since the last time I posted. My hand is still numb and tingly all the time, but I have gotten use to the feeling. I am getting plenty of my independence back, and am able to do most things on my own again. I can only lift my arm a bit higher then my waist. I still have days that I get a bit discouraged, wondering if I will ever be able to do things that take two hands to do. I know with the significant nerve damage and all the breaks I encountered, it is just taking time. A slow process. But I will get there, I just have to remind myself these things take time. It has been 3 months since I fell, and the Doctor and Therapist both say I am not even at the half way point of my recovery. I can not wait to be able to do my hair with both hands!

The dogs and cats are all good. We have been busy with all of them, taking advantage of the cool weather. Annie is enjoying agility and obedience. We are going to be introducing her to some sheep in a couple of weeks and hope to start herding lessons with her soon after. That should be fun.

I hope everyone has had a healthy and safe winter, and are enjoying the beginning of Spring.

Some recent photos for all of you to enjoy!

March 12th, we celebrated Annie's first birthday.

She enjoyed her cake, and especially liked the icing.

I made dozens and dozens of healthy, all natural treats for her many canine friends for her birthday party. Carrot & Oatmeal, Peanut Butter & Banana, and Apple Cinnamon & Oatmeal. They were all a huge hit!

Sitting in my Physical Therapy chair. Think she's trying to tell me something?

Waiting for her agility class to start.

Pretty Little Annie

2011-01-12T11:45:00.001-08:00

My baby is growing up. She turned 10 months old today. These top 3 photos are the most recent photos taken in the past 2 weeks. The others are when she was 8 months old.

She has been a true blessing in our home. Hubby tells me all the time when I talk about her I get teary eyed, he is so right. She is having a blast training for agility and obedience. She is ALWAYS happy. She doesn't seem to take life seriously, it all seems to be a game for her.
Everyone Annie meets is her friend, dogs, cats, humans, she loves everyone, and everyone loves her. All of her experiences have been all positive for her. We are hoping to keep it that way. We have taught her many tricks, and continue teaching her something new whenever she offers a new behavior.

One of the most memorable things that has occurred with Annie has been her ability to get Jessi to play. Jessi is 6 years old and is not a doggy dog. She has never played with the other dogs, she just doesn't care to. Jessi prefers to play with people or her toys, but not other dogs. Annie has tried to get Jessi to play with her since she came home to us, but Jessi would just ignore her like she does the other dogs. Then one day about a month ago, Annie play bowed to Jessi, then Jessi returned the favor, and that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Jessi loves Annie just like everyone else does. Annie is our little miracle worker, a true gift.

My apologies for any errors or sloppiness, still typing left handed and having a bit of difficulty today.

Surgery Update and Thoughts

2011-01-09T12:03:00.000-08:00

It has been a week and a half since my surgery. All went well with that, but thought I should come here and update how things have progressed, or not, since the surgery.

When I broke my shoulder, it was two breaks, but those two pieces were shattered and broken into several pieces. Technically speaking, I had eight breaks. The Doctor had to basically sew all the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. One of the pieces looks to have popped out of the stitches. When the Doctor manipulated my arm, we can hear the grinding of the bone (very painful too).
He will need to do another surgery to fix that. We are waiting until the other bones have a chance to heal some, before the next surgery though. Physical Therapy can only be done from my elbow down for now, because the Doctor does not want my shoulder moved for a month. So all physical therapy exercises are being done at home until after the first week of February, if the Doctor gives the okey for my shoulder to be moved, to resume Physical Therapy.

I still have very little feeling in my hand and arm. Alot of numbness and alot of tingling. My hand is cold all the time, freezing cold where it aches. I started keeping a glove on that hand to try and help with that. The pain meds have been making me very sick. I've been on a couple different meds, to help with the nausea, but they have only made things worse. So, I decided to quit taking all prescription pain meds, being sick and not able to eat or drink for the past 2 weeks wasn't worth it. I discussed this with the doctor,( at that time I was off the meds for 23 hours). and told him the pain wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
I may have rushed that just a little. I am now feeling pain I didn't feel before, and some very sharp burning pains in the back of my shoulder, I think that is nerve pain. If it gets worse I may rethink the pain meds, but going to give that another day or two.

I have to admit when I first got hurt, I didn't realize this was going to be such a long recovery. But realizing now, the type of breaks and how many I had, plus the nerve damage, it will be many months of healing, a long, slow process.

I will be lying if I said I don’t get discouraged sometimes. I have my moments. Something very simple that I could have done 2 weeks ago, I can no longer do. Those are the times I start to crash, and think about some of the independence that I have lost. Those moments are few and far between though. I know this is temporary.

Yesterday hubby let me in the cat room for awhile. My friends know that my cat room is my little slice of Heaven, full of living miracles. Oscer just grabbed my face like he does with both paws, and kissed my nose, cuddled in my lap, then all seven cats took their turns with me. Those are the moments that remind me to keep positive, I will get through this, I have to get through this and get better, I have lots of little lives relying on me.

Having five very active dogs and one being a very young Border Collie, helps keep me smiling and laughing, and they all give me more reasons to keep a positive attitude and take one day at a time.

Then I still have the eight plus feral cats outside in my shelter, that rely on me as their human to care for them. They need me to get back to normal, and I will.

Hubby has just been superb through this all. He doesn't think twice about all he has to do now. Clean house, dust, Vac, laundry, dishes, cooking, caring , feeding all 20 animals in this house. Plus the added care he has to do for me and help me with so many little tasks I can no longer do for myself, he even helped curl my hair yesterday. All of this, and he still puts in a 10-12 hour day everyday at work. He should be voted husband of the year.

I am very blessed and surrounded with all the love and support I have from Hubby, all of my wonderful dogs and cats, and from all of you, my special friends.

One day at a time, with a positive attitude, and determination.

PS. I have some very cute photos and videos of Annie, I will post soon.

It's Been a Long Time

2010-12-28T20:35:00.000-08:00

I guess it is about time I stop by blog land and say hello to all my friends.

Unfortunately this is going to be a very short post. I am typing this with one finger on my left hand, and I am right handed, a very difficult and painful thing to do. More about that later.

The dogs are all doing alright, except for Jarie. I mentioned in my last post about the virus all the dogs here caught. Since then, Jarie has gone downhill a bit. She already had a compromised immune system, and we think the virus just set her whole system out of wack. We struggle with getting her to eat, to prevent the vomiting, to prevent the digestive upset, and last but not least, to prevent her from bleeding internally, since she has von Willebrands Disease. Many ear infections, eye infections and sores popping up all at once. The one blessing with all of this is Jarie continues to be the very happy dog she is. I hurt to see what she is going through, and we struggle for answers, to help her the best we can through the knowledgable vets we have and from all the support and help our friends have given us. She is worth fighting for, and we will continue the fight.

I know many of you are wondering about Annie. In our eyes, she is perfect. She is what our house needed. She is doing well in agility and obedience, and her manners are coming along nicely. She is a very confident girl, and to her, everyone, human and animal, are her friend. I will post photos another time.

Now, back to my one finger typing. I fell last week. I dislocated my right shoulder, but not only that, I also broke it in 2 different spots. Gave myself a very nice black eye, as a result of hitting the table when I fell. I have been in a lot of pain, and can't do much for myself. Luckily I have a wonderful husband who not only is doing his job, but caring for me, and taking care of the house chores and all the critters too. I'm scheduled to have surgery this Thursday, and start physical therapy on Friday. I have significant nerve damage in my right arm and hand. The Orthopedic surgeon said some of the feeling will return over several months time, but it won't be the same. As of right now, I have very little feeling in my right hand.

So, not a great update for being away so long, and probably not that pretty to read. I do apologize for the one finger, left handed sloppiness.

Hugs to all!

Work Frustrations, and Sick Puppies

2010-09-27T12:21:00.000-07:00

I have been away longer then I intended to be. I thought while I have a minute I will write a quick explanation.

September has proven to be a horrible month. Work is keeping me quite busy. After having my licensed childcare/preschool business for 17 years, another jurisdiction is taking over all the childcare licenses in my county. What this means is instead of me just sending in my renewal licensing fee like I normally do, I have had to fill out stacks of paperwork, applications, more fees, and more classes to attend, in order to renew my license. Quite frustrating, as it feels more like I am applying all over again. All of this paperwork, and running around trying to get everything done in a timely manner, isn't something that can be done in a week.

The good news is, I finally finished it all, and it is now in the mail. Hopefully everything is correct with it all.

Now the bad news. All of my dogs have been sick and we can't figure out why. Some sort of virus we think. Annie was the first to get sick, but recovered after a couple of days. Next came Bandit and Jeni, they prefer to do everything together I guess. They are currently being treated with antibiotics, and much improved, but have lost a lot of weight in just a couple of days.

This morning Jarie was rushed to the vet with similar symptoms as the others. Of course with Jarie, having a compromised immune system, IBD, and von Willebrands Disease, an illness like this can affect her very seriously. She is still at the vets as I type this, and we are not sure yet, when she will be coming home.

If anyone has any prayers to spare, Jarie sure could use them.

Annie At The Park

2010-08-30T12:12:00.000-07:00

I am finally up and running with my new computer, and things are starting to settle down around here. I have many updates to share with everyone, but....since I am so far behind in updating about Annie, here are some photos taken while we were at the park yesterday.

We are having a blast with her. She is enjoying agility class, and is a quick learner. She is a very happy little girl, we couldn't be more pleased with her. She is five and a half months old now. Seems time is going by so fast. As much as I look forward to seeing her mature, and becoming all she can be, part of me doesn't want her to grow up.

She is out with us quite a bit. To her, everyone is her friend, human and animal. Very fond of children, and tends to gravitate toward men when she hears a mans voice.

Around the house she gets along with all the dogs. To our surprise very quiet. She has not picked up the barking from the rest of the crew. We are hoping she doesn't. So nice to have a puppy that doesn't feel they need to bark at every little noise, or every time we walk in and out the door.

Have I mentioned lately how much we love this little girl?

Next week I will not be posting about Annie. I do need to update about the other critters around here, there has been a lot going on, and I feel I have been a little neglectful with updates on all the other important loves of my life.

My goal now is to start posting weekly again, as time permits.

Computer Problems and More

2010-07-31T20:01:00.000-07:00

After many attempts to access blogger, I have finally gotten through. My apologies for my absence. July has not been a very good month for us. First, we were still puppy sitting the Chocolate Labrador puppy until the second week of July, and he took quite a bit of our time, and if I do say so myself, it was a little chaotic around here.

While the house was a bit crazy, things were still running quite smoothly until my Husband ended up in the hospital for a couple of days. We thought it was his heart, fortunately his heart is in good health; and he is ok. I must say I was really sick with worry for a bit, but he is well and everything is back to normal, almost.

My computer crashed a couple weeks ago, so I have been without my computer. I have been temporarily using my husbands laptop, but with this laptop, I have been having trouble accessing blogger, my email, and many other important tasks of mine, until now. My new computer will be here in a week, so hopefully I will be up and running, and be able to catch up on all my reading.

One positive thing that has occurred through the month of July. Annie started her puppy foundation agility class, and is having a blast.

I will update more, once my new computer is up and running.
We hope August will be a much happier and more productive month. Until then, I hope everyone is happy and well.

Puppy Zoomies

2010-07-08T11:15:00.000-07:00

This was taken this past weekend when my hubby just arrived home. A typical greeting with the puppy zoomies. Annie is 3.5 months in this video.

Updated photos in the post below, just scroll down.

Just Photos

2010-07-08T09:41:00.001-07:00

Annie, 12 weeks old, with Jeni, her best friend.

14 weeks, meeting friends at flyball practice

15 weeks old

16 weeks old

One of the reasons I have had no time for blogger. The Chocolate Labrador puppy we are puppy sitting and training.

I will post a video on my next post.

Hello, and Annie

2010-06-09T09:38:00.000-07:00

A big HELLO to all my blog friends! I must apologize for not writing sooner. Many of you must think the puppy is keeping me busy, but in all honesty, Annie is in a nice routine right along with the rest of my pack and fits right in.

My childcare is keeping me very busy and just a little overwhelmed. Business is going strong, and I have extended my hours, which keeps me away from the computer. With a house full of 2 and 3 year olds, by the end of the day, I just can't concentrate enough to write something worth reading on my blog. Of course my evenings are devoted to the dogs and cats, and lets not forget hubby!

I am trying to rush through this blog post just to get some photos up for all of you that are wanting to watch Annie grow. Blogger took way too much of my time (time I don't have to spare) trying to upload these photos.

We have been getting Annie out every weekend, to different places, so she can meet different people, dogs, and cats, and familiar with new sights, sounds, and smells. She is a very well rounded puppy, and a very confident one.

Please enjoy the photos, and I will try, and this time I will only say "try" to give an update sooner, with all the happenings with the rest of my pack.

We will be puppy sitting a friends 4 and half month old Chocolate Lab for a few weeks, starting tomorrow, hopefully I can find a few minutes during his time with us to post about that experience! Yikes!!

All About Annie

2010-05-25T18:19:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow will be 2 weeks since Annie came to live with us. She is now 10 weeks old. We are so amazed with everything about her.

We have puppy agility classes scheduled for her, starting July 21st, Handling classes starting July 20th, and Kinder Puppy classes starting in a couple weeks! She will keep us busy, or should I say keep hubby busy!! She is his puppy.
She knows, "sit", "down," and "stand." Last week with mostly luring, but this week, she will do sits and downs with just a voice command! She now knows and responds to "here", "come", and "leave it"! Being a typical puppy, she will start to bite our pant legs, hands, and anything she feels she wants to chew or pick up, but now when we say "leave it", she will stop what she is doing, and come and sit in front of us!! Really responding well.
She loves her food, and lets just say, feeding time around here with five dogs can get a bit crazy and loud! She screams at the top of her lungs if she knows food is being prepared for her. We felt it would take her a long time to learn to sit before we put her bowl down, but...this past Sunday she started offering the sit first!! Wow! We are just amazed with this little girl.

We took her out over the weekend for some good socialization to a few safe places, and to both of my husbands stores, and everything was positive. For one, she wasn't startled, nervous, or overly interested in any of the sites, smells and sounds. She visited with many people, including children. She walked so beautiful on her leash and held heel position with 100% focus on hubby the entire time. Even better, when hubby walked her into the lobby of his gun range, she kept focus on hubby, and continued to heel beautifully, without worrying about the sounds. A very confident and happy puppy she is.

We have her crate with the gate open all day inside a 2 foot play yard in our living room, so when she can not be right with us, she is safe there, especially when I have the daycare children. Well...Sunday, she discovered she can climb out! She only attempts to climb when we are preparing food (again, food CRAZY). I caught her before she got all the way over, thank goodness. Since then we covered the top and she can no longer climb out! She is going to be a challenge, that is for sure.

The other dogs love her. Bandit is just smitten over her and is always hovering, and will paw at her if she isn't moving, wanting her to play with him.
Jarie gets a bit crazy. They both will get eachother started with the Zoomies, but for now, with her being so small, we limit Jarie's time with her, so she doesn't over do it, and hurt the puppy.

I apologize for some of the poor quality photos. Unfortunately the week before Annie came home, I was out taking photos and had fallen and not just injuring myself with quite a few bumps, scrapes and bruises, but I broke my camera. It was not fun shopping for a new one, and I am still trying to figure out how to get a decent photo with it. That too, is also the reason I have not updated sooner.

All is good here, and now I am off to check in with all of my blog friends.

Welcome Home, Annie

2010-05-14T12:36:00.001-07:00

Remembering Jake

2010-05-06T12:09:00.001-07:00

It has been a year since we lost our beautiful boy, yet it feels like only yesterday. In the year that has passed, one can say, life here has been different, lacking of some sort. Jake was a huge part of our everyday life. He was full of life and always wanting to please.
I am very aware that after we lost Jake, was when I quit blogging as often. We have lost many pets in the past, and with each passing, we lose a part of our hearts, but with Jake, he took a huge chunk with him.

He gave us so much more then we could have ever expected. I remember holding on when he took his last breath, taking his pain away and making it our own. We still carry that pain with us.

The pain of missing him is just as fresh today as it was one year ago. He is and will always be forever in our hearts.

Words are so inadequate to describe the beauty, intelligence and loyalty of Jake. If you haven't read his tribute you can find it here, or on my side bar.

Puppies, Six Weeks Old

2010-04-27T17:49:00.001-07:00

I had a draft ready to post today with updates on all the happenings going on around here, I am so far behind, and promised many of you I would catch you all up to date. Well, then this happened, new puppy photos, and I just couldn't put off sharing their photos. My update will come later in the week.

For now, enjoy the puppies. They are six weeks old. Annie is in there somewhere!

Say Awwwww!

2010-04-18T20:28:00.001-07:00

The Border Collie puppies are now five weeks old. They are all so precious.

Puppy Breath

2010-04-06T07:52:00.001-07:00

Hello to all my blog friends. Time has passed by so quickly, I hadn't realized I have been absent for so long. I have many updates to write about, emails to answer, phone calls to return, my apologies. I will get to those this week.

Hubby and I have decided it is time to add another puppy to the family. It has been very difficult after losing Jake. As much as we both love German Shepherds, we know in our hearts, we don't want another German Shepherd, we just want Jake, and that is not going to happen. Our house is full of Aussies, and Jarie... being the sweetest German Shepherd, will always be our very special girl; so we still have a German Shepherd. We have now decided it is time to add a Border Collie into the mix!

Without delaying this any further, let me introduce you to our future pup. Photos were taken by the breeder at 3 weeks old. A litter of five girls. We won't know which one will be coming home to us for a few more weeks, but they are all adorable! She will be coming home in mid May.

I can almost smell the Puppy Breath!!

Introducing Wicket

2010-02-18T08:39:00.000-08:00

This is the new boy, or perhaps I should say ONE of the new boys I am working on. He is the one I mentioned in my last post that is not feral, but rather a stray, most likely dumped.

He has been here for a couple months now. When he first showed up he was wearing a collar, and the tag was very visible from a distance. I am unable to get close enough with all that hair he has to see if he lost the collar or just the tag.

He is very scared, and does not seem to be very street smart. He is finally coming as close as 10 feet to me, but not close enough to pet. He will watch and wait for me to put the wet food out for the other ferals on the back patio, and as I walk away he will come up and eat along with the others.

Unfortunately when he sees Karl or Storm, he panics, screams the most terrifying scream. I can actually recognize his yowling while I am inside the house, he has such a distinctive and unique sound. I have worked with hundreds of ferals and strays through the years, but I must admit, I have never heard the type of sound and panic that comes from this boy.

I am hoping to trap him this weekend. I am still not sure what I am going to do with him. I really do not want to release him to live outside as a feral. Knowing he had a collar once, tells me he is tame, he is just scared. If I can work with him, I will attempt to foster him until he will be ready for adoption.

He is such a magnificent boy.

The cats are keeping me quite busy lately. It was calm and quiet around here for awhile; I miss those days. We have many strays, perhaps some born feral, as I have spotted three young cats, possibly around 6 months old hanging in and around my shelter.

Busy days ahead!

Cat Trapping

2010-01-27T11:25:00.000-08:00

Remember *The* Karl?! Aw, I really love this boy. He reminds me a lot of BT. A big, strong feral tom cat, who really, deep down is just a pile of mush that wants a home to call his own, and feel safe.

Finally got him trapped this past Sunday for his neuter. He had some pretty nasty battle wounds behind his ears, and neck. The vet shaved , cleaned, medicated and ear tipped him as planned.

We couldn't just let Karl take a trip without his partner in crime, so yes, we also trapped the Linx Point, which my husband so dearly named Storm.

Isn't that just an adorable face!

Storm was not too happy in the trap, as you can see in the photos the newspaper was shredded within minutes.

He also had wounds that needed cared for by the vet, and also an eye infection. Both boys were quite easy to trap. I originally set out the traps Saturday evening, without success. The only ones I kept trapping were the other cats in my existing colony. Sunday early morning I reset the traps with little hope, but within 10 minutes of each other, they both didn't hesitate to walk in.

We didn't get them back home until late, so they had to sleep in the traps overnight, until I could release them Monday morning. If any of you reading have ever been involved in TNR and releasing a feral, then you know the feeling you get, when you open that trap to release them. A feeling I can't really explain comes over you. Here is a cat you have never come close to touching, a cat born feral, terrified of humans. As a caretaker you build a special bond with these cats, a different sort of bond and relationship that you would with a normal household pet. They want to trust you, but they don't, and not trusting is what, for the most part, keeps them safe. We have this understanding. As they ran out of the traps, they jumped on the wall, stopped, turned, and just looked at me, then at their surroundings, then back at me, then they knew, they were home.

I have another kitten similar to Lacee who has shown up, I am now working on trapping. I also have a stray, that most likely was dumped, and causing quite a bit of ruckus around here. Those two are my next priority.

So many things have been keeping me away from blogging. Eventually, I hope, things will settle some. Until then, hope all is well with all my blog friends.

Happy New Year

2009-12-31T13:09:00.000-08:00

2009 has gone by so fast, I try to look back and think of all I have accomplished. It had been a trying and difficult year. 2008 and 2007 wasn't any better, I am thinking, three times is quite enough, so 2010 should be a good year!

I have had some heartbreaking losses, pet and human alike. I have made new friends, stayed in touch with old friends, surrounded myself with more positive people, and kept myself away from the negative ones.

I have made great friends here in blog land, and appreciate the kind comments you leave, the friendly emails, and the phone conversations. Many of you here have become extended family. I thank each one of you for such kindness, and putting up with some of my many rants.

I thought I would end the year with everyone in my household healthy and happy. Wishful thinking on my part. Hubby is sick with a bad head cold, so lots of resting for him this weekend.

Lacee is having some trouble with her throat. We knew this would happen as she grew, as the shoelace she was hung with had done some damage, so keeping a close eye on her eating and swallowing ability is a must right now, then we will determine what the next step will be.

Oscar is doing well. He is losing weight, not a good sign, but he is happy and content, and that is all I want. As long as he is happy and pain free, then so am I.

Bandit has injured his leg, and we are waiting for an appointment with his vet to determine if he has an ACL tear. He is on strict rest in his crate, and only potty breaks on leash. He must remain quiet and calm, which means we also need to keep all the dogs quiet and calm, not always an easy task.

I don't make New Year resolutions, I never have, as I feel they are too easy to break. I will leave you all with just a few words.

Don't compare your life to others, you have no idea what kind of journey they have or had to get where they are today, or how their journey continues.
Don't have negative thoughts. Invest your energy in the positive moments of every day.
Smile and laugh more. Remember, smiling and laughing is contagious, so pass it around. Try to make someone smile everyday.
Dream more while you are awake, and always believe those dreams are a possibility.
You are in charge of your own happiness, so Be Happy.

Best wishes to everyone and Happy New Year!
Always Dream and Always Believe.

Merry Christmas

2009-12-23T07:54:00.000-08:00

I posted this photo last Christmas, but since I am such a sentimental fool, and Jake and Princess are no longer with us, I thought, why not, they still deserve their blog time, even if it is just in a photo.

I have contemplated on what to write about for weeks, and have had many instances where I would tell myself "I have to remember to write about this", but, the correct words just are not there.

Christmas time is such an emotional time for me, and most likely for many reading this blog. I hope many find the true spirit of Christmas, within your hearts. Christmas is about generosity, but not so much of giving of material things, but giving of your time. Please find the time to spend with family, friends, and those near and dear to you. We often get caught up in our own hectic lives, and tend to forget or take the time to be with those we care most about.

We don't know what tomorrow will bring, we don't know if this will be our last Christmas with family and friends. Don't wait until it is too late. Pick up the phone and call that special friend or family member, and let them know you were thinking of them today.

Try to see the goodness in others, even in a perfect stranger. Lend out a helping hand this holiday season. Find forgiveness, offer a warm embrace, a gentle smile, and a little of your time.

Merry Christmas!

History Repeating Itself

2009-11-30T10:16:00.000-08:00

I took this photo almost three years ago. A beautiful Linx Point Siamese male feral. He would sleep next to Oscar when Oscar was hanging out in the shelter. I always believed he was Mac's daddy, as Mac looked identical to him as a kitten. I could never get near him, but he didn't seem to be a fighter. He just wanted a warm place to stay and food to eat.

It has been almost three years since I took this photo also. I referred to this boy as *The Mean Guy*. One big tough tomcat he was. Fighting all hours of the night and early morning. He is the one who did the most damage to my sweet Oscar, causing so many injuries. He also use to fight with the guy in the above photo too. It seemed that the Linx Point and Oscar both just needed a safe place away from the dangers of street life and mean tomcats.

I spent hours, days, and weeks, trying to trap *The Mean Guy*. He wouldn't have it. He was trap wise, and avoided the trap like the plague.

Once I brought Oscar inside, The Mean Guy disappeared, and so did the Linx Point. Never again to be seen. Oscar, my sweet angel boy, who was so traumatized by the fighting, he panics if any of the cats touch him with their paws. They all seem to understand and tend to be gentle with him, and allow him to just be the calm sweet boy he is.

Now, the story turns. I took this photo this week. A beautiful Linx Point Siamese. After many photos and observing this boy, I have come to the conclusion, he is the same boy that disappeared nearly three years ago. Still beautiful, don't you think?

I have no idea whatever happened to The Mean Guy, perhaps he is still out there too, somewhere. For now, we have The Karl. You all must remember me posting about Karl. He is such a sweet boy, that has taken over my yard and shelter as his territory. He has accepted his place in the colony, and my shelter is his home.

The problem now is history is repeating itself. Instead of The Mean Guy, we now have The Karl and The Linx Point, fighting, all hours of the night, and early morning. This happens, I am use to it. Until I can get them trapped, and The Linx Point neutered, fighting will continue. These two are often found nose to nose screaming at each other, until I can break it up, but also they can be found sleeping within a couple feet of each other.

My sweet sweet Oscar. Even with the safety of being indoors, and no longer being on the receiving end of all the fighting, he is still getting hurt. Oscar is inside minding his own business, enjoying the comforts of indoor living, curled up on his soft bed, dreaming whatever cats dream of, to be awakened by screaming, yowling, fighting cats outside the window.

Oscar is so traumatized from his past, it is natural for him to run and hide. He becomes so panicked, that he keeps scraping his back trying to hide. He tried to run past the other cats on one of the shelves in the cat room, and fell off the shelf. He tried to hold on, and climb up, and scraped his back in the process. I finally got his wound looking better, then it happened again last night.

When I first discovered the wound, I was very upset. All what went through my mind was one of the cats had hurt him. I promised Oscar when I brought him in nearly three years ago, no harm would ever come to him again, he will always be safe. Then when I witnessed how he was scraping his back, and realized what was happening, trapping the Linx Point became a priority. I can not allow Oscar to be injured.

On another important note, Oscar has Nasal Cancer. I don't know how long he has, but I do know that he has suffered more in his life then he ever deserved, and I will not allow him to suffer even one day. He is doing okay for now, but in order for Oscar to continue to live his peaceful life, I need to stop history from repeating itself. I sure hope The Mean Guy doesn't suddenly reappear too.

Maiya Update

2009-11-13T10:42:00.000-08:00

Thank you all so very much for the prayers and good thoughts for Maiya and her family.
Her mom doesn't know what to think, and just continues to feel Maiya is a miracle.

Maiya has been off the feeding tube for nine days now, and has surprised us all. She is doing wonderful with all of her mouth feedings. She is being fed four small meals a day, and held up in the upright position for 20-30 minutes after each meal to allow gravity to help the food pass through her esophagus and make it to her stomach. As of today she has not regurgitated any of her meals, that alone is not normal. Even with the tube feedings, she would still regurgitate some.

So, Maiya continues to surprise us all. She is happy, energetic, and enjoying being able to eat and act like a normal dog.

We still have no idea what tomorrow will bring, with Megaesophagus being such a serious disease, things can change quite drastically overnight, and the care for a Mega-E dog is very individualized. Her family is taking each day they have with Maiya as a blessing.

Maiya, and Megaesophagus

2009-11-06T12:35:00.000-08:00

I wrote about Maiya a while back. You can read about her and Megaesophagus here.

Maiya will no longer keep her feeding tubes in. We think they are starting to bother her, as she is constantly pulling them out.

Maiya's family will manage her for as long as they can with mouth feedings; but they don't suspect that will last long. Then again, Maiya is always full of surprises so no telling what will happen. This is a very trying time for Maiya's family, they are now walking into the unknown.

In the end...Maiya will tell them what to do. They are listening. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.

If you believe in the power of prayer, please say a prayer for Maiya and her family.

A few photos taken recently of Maiya playing with her little brother.

Silly girl.

Rabies Vaccine Reaction

2009-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00

I have so much to catch up on, and some updates on all the happenings going on in my world. But something very frightening happened this weekend I need to write about.

We took Jeni to have her Rabies Vaccine Saturday morning. Five hours later she started vomiting. First, 3 piles, then 10 minutes later 2 more piles, about 15 minutes after that another 3 piles. Immediately I was concerned about an allergic reaction to the vaccine. I watched her for a few minutes, then I noticed her face swelling. At that point we grabbed her leash and headed back to the vet, with phone in hand calling them and letting them know we were on our way.

The facial swelling was all around her nose, and mouth and her throat. The vet gave her a steroid shot, and a Benadryl injection, plus a bottle of Benadryl to take for the next five days. He suggested keeping her over night, but left it up to us. We brought her home, as we felt we could manage her and get back to the clinic fast enough if we had to.

I was already well informed with all the reactions dogs can get from the rabies vaccine, and I know more severe reactions can occur as far as a couple months later. I was paranoid getting Jarie's Rabies Vaccine six weeks ago with all her health issues, I felt if any of my dogs were to ever react to the vaccine, it would be Jarie. Never did it occur to me that little Jeni would have a reaction.

Possible rabies Vaccine side effects
Immediately or up to 3 days after the shot:

Vomiting
Facial swelling
Fever or lethargy
Circulatory shock
Loss of consciousness
Death

Days, weeks or months after the shot:

Fibrosarcoma (cancer) at the injection site
Seizures and Epilepsy
Allergies
Autoimmune diseases, including organ disease, allergies and skin problems
Chronic digestive problems
Muscle weakness, especially lack of hind end coordination
Chronic digestive disorders
Skin diseases like Ischemic Dermatopathy / Cutaneous vasculitis
Behavior problems: aggression, destructive behaviors, separation anxiety and odd obsessive behaviors (like tail chasing and paw licking).

Jeni had a rough night last night, and she isn't out of the woods yet, but she is stable at the moment.

Our biggest fear now, is there is a huge possibility that she may still develop one of the more subtle side effects that may occur weeks or even months from now.

Below are a couple of links with valuable information.
Rabies Vaccine - Skin Reactions
Holistic Animal Health: Vaccinosis

Where Has The Time Gone

2009-10-02T11:53:00.000-07:00

Oh my, where has the time gone? I have missed so much. Time just flies by when we are having fun, or not. I do need to take the time to catch up on all of the blogs I follow, but what is time? Time is something I just haven't had for myself lately.

I do want to thank all of you wonderful blog friends that took the time to email me and ask if I was okay. I apologize for not replying. I have been so very busy, I have not been logging into my email, and when I did, I was surprised at the dozens of emails waiting for my replies. Those of you who called, THANK YOU, I really needed that break, and our talk.

So what has been taking up so much of my time? Too much to list here for now, but I will say my childcare has been extremely busy. With the new school year came many people looking for childcare/preschool for their little ones. I have spent the past few weeks interviewing potential parents throughout the day and into the early evening hours. By the end of each day, I am too exhausted to do anything but sleep. I now have no more openings in my childcare, and am almost overwhelmed. I tend to take on children that may need a little extra help, and one of the 2 year old boys I took on has really been challenging, but just yesterday, we made a break through, and after 2 weeks, I am seeing some improvement with some challenging behavior.

By the time my children leave in the early evening, I still have to tend to all the dogs, cats, and cook dinner, (if hubby is lucky enough), then sit with him for a few minutes, and off to sleep I go, only to start all over the next morning.

Being so crazy busy means I have neglected a few things. I had 3 cats I was suppose to take to our spay/neuter clinic two weeks ago, and I forgot all about it, until a rescue friend of mine called and asked if I had the three cats trapped and ready for transport. OOPS! This time I marked it on the calender for this month so I don't forget.

I have been trying to help a friend find homes for a litter of kittens and their mama that were born outside, just a few houses down from me, Not easy. The economy has hit this town hard, and all of our rescues here are referring people to take their pets to the shelter. None of our fosters have any room. All we can do, is keep doing what we are doing. Try to save one animal at a time.

I have much more to update on about my crew, but not enough time (there's that word again). For now, here are a few photos I took a couple weeks ago. We had just bought this new bunk bed play toy for the cats, and they all really enjoy it. It is a big hit. Mama Cat loves this, and was the first to try it out. Lacee is the one inside it.

I hope to catch up on everyone's blogs this weekend, and will try and make another post next week, and fill you in on a few important topics that matter to me.

The Phone Call

2009-08-17T18:22:00.000-07:00

It all started with a phone call. One I wish I never would have made. Two female German Shepherds needing to be re-homed, the family is moving out of state and won't be taking them along. The black and tan shepherd found a new family right away. That left Belle, a pretty white, almost 2 year old German Shepherd. People don't seem to want the white shepherds as much as they do the others. I know from experience if a home is not found in time, she will end up at our local high kill shelter. All of our rescues are full, as soon as dogs are pulled from the shelter, more are being dropped off.

After several nights listening to hubby ask me "where is my white German Shepherd?", I gave in, and made the call, the call I now regret making. The very nice lady that owns Belle, told me all about her. "She is a little timid and shy at first, but after a few seconds, she will warm up to strangers." She is missing her sister, the other Shepherd they re-homed. We spent a half an hour talking and she filled me in on everything there was to know about Belle. I told her I didn't want to see her go to the shelter, and if she fit in with my family, and no one else came to adopt her, then hubby and I would.

Two days later I get a call, asking me to please come meet Belle, and lets see how things go. Hubby believed we would be leaving her house with Belle that evening. I assured him, we would just be evaluating her. I must admit, we both had our hopes up. We didn't need another dog, and often times we tell each other we don't want another, but then we admit to ourselves that if by chance the right one came along, we would take that opportunity.

On the drive there, we were already discussing how she would be spending the weekends with hubby at work, and weekdays with me. As we approached the driveway, there she was, peaking out from behind her current owner. Long, tall, graceful, beautiful, white Belle, carrying a tennis ball in her mouth, very thin, as she has quit eating since her sister was adopted. She would drop her ball, and hubby and I would take turns throwing it. Never once, would she come close enough to either of us to allow us to pet her. She wouldn't retrieve her ball from our hands, if we didn't throw it. Instead, she would cower with her tail tucked under her, stretch as far as she could, then run and hide behind her owner. She let out a few growls every now and then. After awhile we finally went inside and sat down, hoping if we ignored her she would come to us. She clearly liked men better then women, and that is okay, as she did manage to sneak up to hubby and lick his arm and face very quickly; then just as quickly backed away with her tail tucked, and climbed across the sofa back to hide under her owners legs. This time a few feet away from me, with another low growl.

No matter how long we stayed, she wasn't going to warm up to us. Needless to say, we were very disappointed when we drove away. I know with lots of time and patience, and the right experienced dog owner, she would come around, but sadly, our home and our schedule would not be right for her. She has all the makings of a fear biter. With running the childcare in my home, with me alone with her and the other dogs during the day, we have to admit, she would be too much of a risk here.

I don't know what will happen to her. I don't know what her future holds, or even if she has a future. I just wanted to hold her, and tell her everything was going to be okay, instead, as we drove away, I had this overwhelming feeling that we failed her. I can only hope the right family comes along for her.

Pilots N Paws Looking For Rescues

2009-07-15T18:02:00.000-07:00

Pilots N Paws is trying to plan a 5,000 Animal Rescue Week to highlight security clearance requirements that may threaten air transport of animals.
The time chosen is roughly Sept. 12 to Sept. 20. THEY NEED RESCUES TO CONTACT THEM!!!!!! From all across the country!!! ASAP!!!

This is a dream for rescues! Let's help PILOTS n PAWS and get our animals to their new homes.

They ask that we choose trips of approximately 200 - 400 miles as that's about a one day trip for most pilots.

If you are a rescue and willing to participate, Please go to their blog and comment.

TO DATE, THEY HAVE HAD FEW RESPONSES FROM RESCUE GROUPS.

Air transport by volunteer pilots is so important. I think rescues would love this!!! The word is simply not getting to them. please pass this information on to rescue groups. CROSS POST like mad. We can't lose these pilots. They also need people to join as volunteer fosters.

They have a great interactive map showing volunteers and where pilots are located. Please help with this. Can you imagine 5,000 animals in the air in one week going to rescue or forever homes?!!!

Obviously, people can't hold dogs, but if enough can be located within a given distance of these airports, then whoever has an animal that needs to get somewhere that week, can participate.

Updates

2009-07-07T09:41:00.000-07:00

It looks like summer has finally hit us really fast. Seems to always just sneak up on us here in the desert. The temperature soars from a nice 90 degrees, to a scorching hot 115, almost over night. Now only to get hotter over the next 2 months. We spend most days indoors, except in the late evenings and early mornings. It has wanted to rain the last few weeks, but we have gotten nothing. Not one drop. Normally I hate the rain, but we can really use some, just to cool down the ground for all the ferals that are trying to stay cool the best they can.

I have been a little under the weather lately, okay, I admit, not just lately, as many of you that have read my blog for awhile know I had been ill since last December. I thought finally I was getting better after seeing the doctor. Either I had a relapse, or I never really got better. Regardless, I had to revisit the doctor a couple weeks ago and have been on new antibiotics for the past two weeks. Oh my, I wasn't feeling good before the antibiotics, but these have had the worst side effects, and I have been miserable for the past couple weeks. Good news, today is my last day taking them. Bad news, I was told if I am not better I need to see a specialist, more tests. I'm not better. *sigh* I am so very tired, and just want to sleep, that is just not like me. I have been staying away from my computer trying to be more physically active trying to fight the lethargy I feel. I keep telling myself "I will get better, I will get better." And.....I know I will.

On to other news, Jeni is doing much better with her fear of hubby's cell phone. She still is not totally comfortable with it, but we are working with her and she is improving. She still wants to seek me out and climb on my back or in my lap, but not quite as panicky as she was.

Hubby attended our minor league baseball game here on Friday and Saturday evening. His company was a sponsor, and all the employees got to enjoy the game from the VIP Box. Hubby was also chosen to throw the first pitch of the game. the funny thing is, hubby and I are not really in to any sports, (well, except Nascar) and I asked him if he thought he should practice, afterall, the only ball throwing he has done over the years, is a tennis ball for the dogs, hahahahaha! I am pleased to say, with no practice, in front of thousands of spectators, he did very well, and he was honored to be chosen. He makes me Proud.

A New Toy

2009-07-01T11:35:00.000-07:00

We bought this new scratcher last weekend. I must admit, no money is ever wasted when it comes to the cats. No matter what I buy for them, from the smallest cheapest toy, to the largest most expensive tree, they all get used and played with. They are so easy to please.

Lacee just loves to play in the tunnel part. Good news to report with Lacee, finally for the past three days, she has not gotten into any trouble climbing the walls or the door while being left alone. She has earned the privilege to wander about with the other cats now without my direct supervision. Hopefully we continue on this good streak.
Mac is always found laying or standing on the scratcher. In fact sometimes he becomes just a little bossy when the other cats want to play on it too. Here he got distracted with Oscar's tail.

I am such a bad mom, I just had to take this picture before I rescued Oscar's tail, Mac had no intentions on letting go.

LG is often found with just his head in the tunnel, trying to spy on Lacee from the opposite end.

Then he goes in for the quick sneak attack on the unsuspecting Lacee.

Don't feel sorry for her though, she is a tough little girl, and she is normally the one to pounce on another unsuspecting victim.

Ice Skating

2009-06-29T07:46:00.000-07:00

Here is the most recent video of my niece ice skating.
This is the Extemporaneous Improvisation Pre-Preliminary at Showcase 2009. She is 8 years old. The music for Extemp Improvisation is not revealed to the skaters until half an hour prior to competing. The skaters must then choreograph their own routine without assistance from anyone, including their coach.

She makes us so very proud.

If you want to view her other video's you can see them here.

Who's Missing

2009-06-24T12:30:00.000-07:00

Ha, she looks kind of snobbish in this photo. Lacee wanted nothing to do with participating in a group photo session. She had her own agenda, as soon as I grabbed my camera, she grabbed the little brown mouse and jumped into the hammock out of view.

Jeni, and Random Thoughts

2009-06-19T11:22:00.000-07:00

I seem to have less and less time to just sit at the computer and post on my blog lately. Many people have been asking me why I don't post more frequently. So for those wonderful, well meaning friends out there, that do not understand, I will explain.

I run a licensed daycare/preschool out of my home. I normally will get on my computer, if the children are sleeping, or have not arrived yet or have gone home for the day. Although business is slow these days, I do still have children to care for, and deal with random inspections from our Licensing office, Fire Department, and Health Department.

Dogs, cats, everywhere. Four dogs, (still having a hard time getting use to only having four now) and twelve cats, yikes! Yes, Seven cats inside, and the five ferals outside (often times, more). Plus normal trapping and rescue work. They all take quite a bit of my time. Between bathing, brushing, exercising, feeding, and cleaning up after all of them, oh and lets not forget just the cuddle and play time. I don't have much time left at the end of the day. Yes, I still have the normal household chores, and being a good wife. ( I do try, thank goodness hubby is a patient man).

Besides just my normal daily routines, we have had a few changes going on here in my house. My dogs are all requiring some extra attention right now. Between all of Jarie's health issues, which is a constant battle, Jessi's wild and energetic nature that keeps me moving, and reminding me that we have to forget our troubles and just take a few minutes each day to let our minds relax and get out and play. Then there is Bandit, oh boy, I think I will wait and share what I have to say about him in a special post.

Jeni, she is the reason I am posting today. She is having a very difficult time. For the past couple months she has been very stressed. Her stress escalated after we lost Jake. Jeni has always been very sound sensitive, and very in tune with our moods. She has always been my shadow and follows my every step.

She has become afraid of my hubby's cell phone. This all started when he received a phone call in the middle of the night from the alarm company for his work. As you can imagine being awakened from a sound sleep for the third night in a row, and have to get up and drive a half hour to your work place, you are not going to be very happy. His tone scared Jeni, and now she associates anytime he is on his cell phone, with his stress.

Now you all may be thinking this is an easy fix, just change the ring tone. Not quite that easy, the phone doesn't have to ring to stress Jeni, all hubby has to do is touch it. This has gotten to the point that Jeni almost broke her legs trying to get to me when he answered his phone. She was lying in his lap when he picked up his phone and Jeni leaped out of his lap and came running into the kitchen to find me, then she jumped up onto the kitchen counter. She couldn't hold on, and fell to the floor. Fortunately just a temporary limp that only lasted a few minutes.

So, lots of little issues we are now working on in my crazy house. Jeni loves hubby, and enjoys spending every moment she can with him when he is home, so we are working on this and will get her through it, lots of counter conditioning. No matter how well trained you think your dog is, training never stops.

For the past two weeks, all of us here only manage about four hours of sleep, so I think it is easy to say we are all tired and a bit stressed. I have neglected some good friends and very important people in my life this past month, not intentionally, my family is just needing a lot of my time right now.

She looks so tired here.

If you can, please keep some positive thoughts for Jeni, she can really use them.
I will try and catch up on everyone's blogs this weekend.

Tomorrow Is Not A Guarantee

2009-06-10T11:18:00.000-07:00

When we get a pet, we always hope they live a long, healthy, fun and safe life with us. Then when old age sets in and the time has come, we will say our heartfelt goodbyes as they leave us with the last breath they take. Our last embrace. It doesn't always happen like that though. We are all on borrowed time. We can lose a pet or a loved one in the prime of their lives from an accident or sudden illness.

If you knew it would be the last time your pet nudges you for some attention, a belly rub, a pat on the head, a toss of a ball, would you still not be in the mood because you have more important things to do, or would you take that time to make more memories? If you knew it would be the last time you wake up to a pair of soulful eyes staring at you, or a soft purr or a quiet bark, would you start your day rather irritated at the animals who meant the world to you; because they chewed or damaged something of importance? Or would you be thankful, they are here and healthy, and alive?

Tomorrow you may be saying goodbye to them. With the finality of never having the chance of saying, "I'm sorry", "I love you", or "goodbye" again. If you knew it would be the last time your pet would be welcoming you home at the door, would you still get angry when she runs off in some area of your yard trying to entice you to play a game of chase? Would you still ignore her, or scold her for not coming when called; because you are tired and had a hard day at work today? Or would you take that few minutes to return the favor, and show her how happy you are to see her too?

If you knew it would be the last time you see your children fall asleep, would you tuck them in more tightly, and read that story to them one more time, the same one they now have memorized word from word? If you knew it would be the last time you will see your loved one walk out the door, would you give him an extra hug and kiss and tell him how much you care? If you knew it would be the last time you would talk with your loved one, would you stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming they already know? If you knew it would be the last time that you would sit and talk about your day, would you take the time to share and listen, and not put off until tomorrow, things that need to be said or done today?

You may not get tomorrow, you may not get that second chance. Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," "I love you" or "It's okay.

Love and cherish your Friends, Family, and Pets as if today will be your last day together. Sadly, sometimes it takes a tragedy to occur before people realize what they had and to appreciate what they have before they are taken from you.

Tomorrow is not a guarantee, live for today.

Lazy Summer Days

2009-06-08T09:56:00.000-07:00

Mikah and Buttons

Summer is here and the outside feral cats are feeling the heat. I tend to worry more about them during the summer months, as it is so difficult for them to try and stay cool in the desert heat.

Prudence and Mikah

I try to keep the ground wet to keep it cool for the cats. I also go through quite a bit of ice during the summer to keep their water bowls cool. I have a feeling it is going to be a long summer.

They look content though, don't they.

Prudence

Buttons

Their favorite place to sleep is underneath the patio swing right outside my back door. I think it is the coolest spot for them. Many times all four would be cuddled together under there.

Cloud

The Karl

The Karl sure is handsome. I still can not get that close to him. He will leave the yard if I go outside, or he will jump on a wall and watch me. I am now a little concerned, but not sure if I need to be. The last couple of days, I was thinking he looked skinnier, so I have tried to get a better look, hard to do with him without zooming in with the camera.

I noticed yesterday his fur on his right side is missing. A huge patch, almost like he was shaved just on the side. I don't see any indication that there is a problem, perhaps he rubbed the hair off somehow. I haven't been able to see his other side yet, so I will try and do that today. He is eating good and hanging out more in the shelter and in the yard, so if I determine I need a better look I may have to trap him again.

Never a dull moment.

Evening Greetings

2009-06-05T08:45:00.000-07:00

Things are slowly getting back to normal around here. Every evening Jarie selects a toy from the toy box to greet hubby with, when he gets home from work. She patiently waits by the door until she hears his truck pull up the driveway.
She then runs laps around the house, from room to room with excitement, picks up her toy and waits for him to walk through the door. Then all the excitement begins. Her tail does not stop wagging, she pushes the toy toward him, teasing him with a "catch me if you can", game of chase. She runs around and around his legs, then stops and changes direction on him.
This goes on for about 15 minutes, just running, chasing, playing. Finally she will just fall to the floor and show her belly for a good tummy rub, then off the two of them go to the other room and settle on the couch together, so the rest of the pack can join them.
Jarie was really subdued there for awhile after Jake passed, but she is back to being her crazy self, with the zoomies everyday, and just loving being the official "daddy is home greeter". It is difficult sometimes watching her greeting hubby, as that was always Jake's job, but we are trying to move forward, a bit slowly, but we are getting there.

She is back to eating and taking all her medications and supplements, so back into healing and feeling a bit better. She still has the occasional set back of not eating one of her meals, but that is to be expected with Jarie.
Jarie does not have a favorite person. She is happiest when hubby and I are both with her, and when either one of us leave the room, she will follow. But you can really see the excitement in her when she knows hubby is coming home. That is her special time.

Happy, Happy Girl.

Kitten in Your Couch

2009-06-04T13:46:00.000-07:00

This is cute. It really made me smile this morning.

The Gift

2009-05-28T09:50:00.000-07:00

Bandit

He seems to always know what I need before I do. He consoles me in my lowest moments. As I gaze into his beautiful eyes, it is like we are one, and he understands what I need, at that very moment. Without a single word spoken, the connection is there, then we go about our day. The gift of being loved so unconditionally by a dog.

Lacee, Growing Up

2009-05-21T08:25:00.000-07:00

My little walking miracle is growing up, physically.....not mentally! Lacee has grown a lot since we first brought her in, although she is still a very petite little girl. Some of the pictures make her look big, and others so small. She isn't that much smaller in height then Ashley, but much more dainty and petite. She has one of the smallest little pink noses I have seen on a kitten. She is beautiful, and I think gets prettier everyday.
She continues to play everyday, and just loves LG and Mac. Those two boys still watch over her and protect her from any harm. It is so heartwarming to watch how they are so protective of her and care for her, I never would have imagined these boys would love her as much as they do.
Lacee still stays in her cage when I am not around to make sure she is kept safe. Anytime I am in the cat room, she is loose with the cats and runs, climbs, wrestles, and plays with all the toys. She is starting to climb a little more, managing to get to the top shelves and trees, with Mac and LG still right there keeping her safe. Sadly, she gets herself stuck, and cries; she just doesn't know how to get down. She will jump down and climb up, but she hasn't figured out how to jump from shelf to shelf, or from a tree to the shelf. When she does manage to get up high, she acts bewildered as if she is wondering "what did I get myself into?"
A few weeks ago, she tried to climb the wall. Yes, you read that right! Where she thought she was going, I have no clue. She was right next to the condo, and just climbed the wall, managed to get up about five feet, then fell to the floor and landed on her back. LG got to her the same time I did, sweet little boy he is, he wrapped his little front paws around her head and started licking her face. AWWWWW! She was fine.
I made a horrible mistake last weekend. I decided I would leave her out of her cage for several hours. I was going to be home all day, so I could check on her and hear if anything went terribly wrong. 4 hours later as I was walking up the stairs, she came running to the door and CLIMBED THE DOOR!! Yes, the door. She managed to get all the way up and was hanging on the metal grate/screen I have on the door. LG and Mac were right there meowing and pawing at her. Her front nails were stuck in the grate, but also, four of her little pads went through the holes in the grate and were stuck too! I couldn't open the door with her hanging on. She finally got herself loose and fell to the floor. I was so frightened she was going to break a toe or ankle. She was a little startled at first, then quickly acted like it was no big deal. She did leave several nail sheaths in the screen.
I felt so guilty and terrible for leaving her loose without me in the room. I wonder sometimes if she possibly had some brain damage when she was hung with that darn shoelace. She really gets herself into some predicaments. I can't even imagine the trouble she could get into if we had adopted her out into another home. She just is not normal.
She improves each day with her walking, standing tall on her legs now. While observing her running, walking, climbing, it is obvious that her legs were once fractured, but they are now healed, and continue to get stronger each day. She moves a little differently then a normal cat, but she gets along just fine.

Here she is biting LG's ear. He is the best big brother.

You know how difficult it is to try and get all seven cats in one picture?!

Every time I picked up the camera, someone was always walking away!

My seven beautiful little rescued, feral souls, my little piece of Heaven.

Forever in Our Hearts

2009-05-04T08:24:00.000-07:00

Jake 6-8-98 / 5-3-09

Moment by moment I sat here trying with all my might to stop that enemy called time. This is the moment that I have feared. Then one day as I noticed the grey on your muzzle and realized time had been marching on and our moments together were too precious and not to be wasted. Today that fear became a reality.

You came into our life at 7.5 months old. Little did we know the impact you would have on our hearts.

You became a great obedience competitor and you and daddy made an excellent team. You enjoyed traveling with daddy and the bond the two of you had was remarkable.

You changed tears to smiles for all the residents in the nursing facility you visited on a weekly basis doing what you did best, a dedicated K9 Therapy Dog, who took his job very seriously, and knew your job well.

You helped the many children at the libraries during the Reading To Rover program, sitting, and listening to the children read to you, helping them gain the confidence they needed.

You were daddy's Demonstration Dog, at all of our public obedience demonstrations, and people would come and crowd all around you waiting to pet you and shake your paw.

You were also daddy's demo dog at our training classes, and you would always make daddy proud, being on your best behavior, while our students would watch you with amazement, and tell daddy they wanted their dog to be just like you.

I have been blessed to witness the love you and daddy have shared. The bond that connects your inner souls. The way your eyes light up when daddy comes through the door every evening, and trotting to him in the gallopy horse fashion that you have.

You have been my guardian, my protector, my confidant, my inner strength, my best friend. You have been my Hero, and have come to my rescue on more then one occasion.

I held on to you, to that moment; your last and my first without you. I felt your last breath and still I held on. But time stops for no one.

We have had a wonderful journey together, You, Daddy and I. You have touched the hearts of all that have known you. I know you will continue to touch all who are waiting for you at Rainbow Bridge.

Princess needs you now; she has been waiting to be reunited with her very best friend.

Run free, big boy, you will be greatly missed, but our love will never die, you will always live on in our hearts.

Rest in Peace, My Sweet Boy.

Jarie, Please Eat

2009-04-24T08:56:00.000-07:00

Jarie is such a pretty girl, don't you think? I had just finished giving her a bath in these pictures so she was still wet. She enjoyed running up and down the street with hubby, air-drying! What is it about a dog and water? When she gets wet, her energy level triples.
She is still not well. Does anyone have a magic potion to make her eat? I am afraid she is getting worse. We have been battling the eating issue now for a month. It is really getting old. I don't mind when she skips one meal, or eats a few hours late, but now she is skipping days. She didn't eat yesterday, hasn't eaten this morning.

Last week I was able to get her to eat a piece of cheese, even a slice of bread, (I know, not the best choice, but if it works, well you get the point) to get something in her stomach so she can take her supplements. Now she won't take anything, and I have tried everything. Her tummy is growling, she acts like she wants to eat, but she won't.

We are limited at what we can give her because of all of her food allergies, yet, at this point I just need her to eat.
Unfortunately her not eating has started to affect her IBD. Once that happens, we have to keep that under control, so it doesn't affect any bleeding in the intestines, or lower GI tract or that will then affect her vWD (von Willebrands Disease). A domino effect, which we do not want.
She is still a happy girl though. Always wanting to run, play, tear up the toys, following me around the house, looking for something to get into.

This photo you can see her round spot on her side where she chewed all her hair off back in October. Finally, after all these months, the hair is coming back. A very slow process.
I know Jarie will recover in time, this is not the first time we have gone through this with her, and it won't be the last. Honestly, I don't think she is even aware that she is not as healthy as she could be.

What We Did This Weekend

2009-04-14T11:16:00.000-07:00

We spent all weekend at our local dog shows. Turned out to be a very nice weekend. Rain was in the forecast, but all we had Saturday were clouds. The weather was perfect for all the dogs and the humans. Sunday, clear blue sky, with just a light cool breeze. We couldn't ask for better weather. Below are a few of my favorite random photos I took of the weekend.

German Shepherd competing in Rally obedience

Newfoundland showing in conformation

Isn't he just gorgeous!

Doberman competing in Utility Obedience.

Border Collie in Agility.

Scenery

Golden Retriever competing in Open Obedience.

Australian Shepherd in Agility.

Burmese Mtn Dog and Flat Coat Retriever in Sit stays in Obedience .

Belgian Tervuren in Agility.

German Shepherd Dog in Novice Obedience.

Australian Shepherd in Agility.

Group sit stays in Obedience.

Yellow Labrador in Agility

Belgian Tervuren in Agility on the teeter.

Scenery

Shetland Sheepdog in Agility

We had a really nice time visiting with all of our friends, and discussing dog club news, upcoming events, and just relaxing. There is nothing more relaxing then spending the day at a show among our human and canine friends.

Little Lacee

2009-04-09T09:47:00.000-07:00

Time for another Lacee update. She has now learned the girls don't want to play with her, so she tries to stay clear of them, or they may smack her in the head a few times. Although last night Mama Cat was washing her face just a little, HUGE deal for Mama to do. Mama Cat kisses and washes NO ONE!! She likes Lacee, she just doesn't want anyone to know, she has to keep her alpha status of the cat pack!
Lacee is all play. She loves to run and jump on an unsuspecting Mac. He is very interested in her and does play with her, but she often sneaks up on him for a quick *attack the cat game.*
I have no idea how I managed to get this picture with Ashley in the background, open mouth, wide eyed, scary kitty. I did catch Ashley trying to play with Lacee right before this photo was taken, I was so pleased, as I have never seen Ashley play with other cats except when she was living feral outside. Perhaps Lacee is helping bring a little normalcy in the cat room.
I have been having to clean her ears everyday as they build up with wax very easy, trying to control that. She is so easy, and just lies down and lets me clean them with such ease. She is very trusting.

She is just learning to climb up on the shelves a little more, but for some reason if she tries to go too high, Mac runs and gets in front of her and doesn't let her climb up. I have no idea why, he is not being mean, he just jumps in front and above her, and does not let her pass him, so she ends up climbing back down. I had to hold him once so I can let her get up on one of the trees, but she couldn't figure out how to get down, silly girl. She is still learning her way.
Isn't she just the cutest little thing? She has so much personality. I fall in love with her a little more each day.

She Makes Me Stop

2009-04-07T08:31:00.000-07:00

I try really hard to make sure I spend one on one time with each of my dogs. Playing and interacting as a group is good too, but I feel they all need that individual time. Sometimes my schedule gets hectic, and there just is not enough hours in the day to get everything done I set out to do that day.
Jessi, although second to the youngest, with Jarie being the youngest, Jessi will always be my baby. She prefers me all to herself. She doesn't like sharing, and really seems to thrive when it is just her and me. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, 80 degrees out, nice cool breeze, perfect for her and I to just enjoy.
Those of you that have read my blog for awhile, know that Jessi does not stop. Very difficult to take photos, she is a very high drive working line Aussie. Her mouth is always open, tongue hanging out, running from this corner to that corner, sniffing the ground, watching the planes fly over. She doesn't miss a single bird, butterfly, or the wave of a tree branch, always always busy.

Of course the only time her mouth shuts is when she is told to sit, she hates sit, for that just means she has to quit moving, something she just doesn't like to do, but she complies, although you can clearly see it in her face, she wishes *sit* was not a word in my vocabulary.
I have never seen a dog as happy as Jessi. She will play with anything you throw for her, she really doesn't have a favorite toy, as long as she gets to interact with me, whatever toy I choose to toss for her, she is content.
Yesterday was a day that was very much needed, I think for both Jessi and I. She makes me stop. Even for just an hour, she makes me stop and forget about all my worries, all my chores that need to be done, life happenings. Spending time with a dog that is non-stop action, I really have no time to think of anything else but her and the smile on her face, the sparkle in her eyes when she looks up at me, as if she is saying "Life is good, lets play".

Introducing Karl

2009-04-03T11:42:00.000-07:00

Yes, I finally gave him a name, so let me formally introduce you to Karl. I will spare you all the details of how I came up with his name, but it fits, so he is now affectionately referred to as Karl, or how I normally refer to him as "The Karl". Makes him sound much more important.

He still is not neutered. I feel very guilty about that too. I put off trying to trap him after I was unsuccessful a couple of times. Then I became just too ill and too tired to really try.

He is so mean too, always protecting his territory. He has staked his claim with the cat shelter and my yard. He guards and patrols all day and night. Several times a week he wakes us up in the middle of the night, yowling and fighting with the other tomcats in the neighborhood. My poor hubby is the one to get out of bed and run outside to break up the fights. I always ask who he was fighting with, but my hubby never gets the chance to see the other cat by the time he gets outside. I very rarely see any other toms anymore except for Karl. Perhaps after he is neutered and a little more settled, I can trap the other toms too. I really must get busy!
He now sleeps most of the time in the shelter or on the cat walk. He spends a lot of time in the backyard, until I go out there, that is when he will just jump up on a wall or the cat walk and watch my every move. He won't let me get any closer then maybe 10 feet. He never use to sit still for long when I was outside, but now, he allows me to just watch him, as he watches me. Something about him makes me sad though. In his eyes, the way he looks at me, there is such sadness in his eyes that tear at my heart. Not all ferals have that sadness, that unmistakable look in their eyes, but when you see it, it is a look you don't forget.

So, I have to quit neglecting what I had set out to do, a very long time ago. I have to get busy working with "The Karl". First things first, I need to trap him, and soon!

On to other things, I want to thank all my wonderful friends here for emailing me and asking how I have been. I did finally go to the doctor, this past Wednesday. I had a lot of tests, still have more to do, had a brief scare, but I am ok, and I am going to live, Hooray! I will be starting my antibiotics tonight and hopefully will be feeling much better soon. I think I forgot how feeling well feels, hopefully I will experience that feeling again, soon.

Random Thoughts

2009-03-27T13:53:00.000-07:00

I remember when my favorite veterinarian retired. He had treated so many of my past pets. When he retired I was devastated. he knew us so well. He knew, we knew our pets, and trusted us just as much as we trusted him. When he introduced us to the vet who took over his practice, we had no idea how things would go. By our surprise, we loved him even more then our original vet. Who knew?! He was perfect, and had the very best bed side manner with our fur kids. Then he moved out of state a few years ago. Could we possibly be as lucky again with another new vet? You know, three times a charm? No. We were so unhappy with the new vet, and he just didn't seem to be what we wanted for our pets. So I did my research. A lot of research. I got recommendations from friends. Made several calls over several weeks, talked to Office managers at all the clinics I might have been interested in, and asked a lot of questions. Yes, that is what I do. I just don't go to any clinic. I want what is best for my dogs and cats, and I want the vet to be as comfortable with me, as I am with him/her. I researched for weeks before finally settling a couple years ago.

With human doctors, I do the same thing. It seems like every time we find a good family practice physician we like here, they move out of state. When my husband wasn't feeling well a few years ago, I again was back to researching, asking questions, about different practices, getting referrals and such. Last month I had to do the same thing. Find a certain type of doctor for my Father in Law. One that he would be comfortable with. Lots of research and telephone calls again.

So why is it so easy for me to do my research and find doctors and make appointments for everyone I care about, but so difficult for me to do this for myself?

I know I haven't been well for several months now. I just kept brushing it off as a stubborn cold. But things just are not right. I'm having breathing difficulty, pings in my chest, my lungs hurt, well, everything hurts. I am so stubborn. I hate going to the doctor because anytime I go, they always seem to find something else wrong that I didn't even go in there for. So, now I have to start my research all over again, but this time for me, and here I am writing about it, instead of doing it. If this was for my hubby or my dogs or cats, you better bet, it would have been done already, and they would have already been there and back.

Sometimes I think I am just too picky, nah, I'm just stubborn. I never complain, and just keep on going about my chores, my daily routine, but I know now, I really need to find a doctor. I don't think this would even be a problem for me if Doctors would just stay here. But it seems every year I have to start all over, and it gets really frustrating. I don't do well with change, and changing doctors, and finding new doctors, takes me out of my comfort zone.

Happy Anniversary

2009-03-22T15:04:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow March 23rd will be our 23rd wedding anniversary and it has been an amazing, 23 years. Please bare with me while I tell you about some of the reasons why I love my husband like I do....

He has a very sexy wink. ( etc, etc)

He can fix just about anything in and around the house.

He always helps me put my coat on.

He opens doors for me everywhere we go and even opens the car door for me too.

He cracks me up when he says goofy stuff and keeps a straight face!

He's extremely thoughtful and giving, not just with me but with others too.

He pays attention. When we go out shopping , if I see something that I like and mention it, he will remember it, And then one day for no reason at all, he will have that something I liked as a gift for me, sometimes even months later.

He is so smart and has so much useful knowledge, I get amazed at some of the things he knows.

He sings to me. I love his voice, and can listen to his singing for hours.

He cooks dinner many nights for us, and always cooks Sunday breakfast.

He's always there to listen to me if I need to talk, or if I need a shoulder to cry on.

He's my biggest fan and cheerleader.

He is a good daddy to all of our cats and dogs.

He is a huge animal lover, and an excellent dog trainer.

He gives me a kiss and a hug before leaving for work every morning, and surprises me when he walks back in and says he needs one more kiss.

He's my personal hero, my everything.

I couldn't imagine being married to anyone else. He is always looking for ways to make me smile… especially when I’m not in the mood to smile. He is always complementing me, telling me I look beautiful even when I don't think so. He is a dedicated, committed man in everything that he does. He is very committed to our marriage.

He hasn't been taking much time off work in quite awhile, but with this being our anniversary weekend, he took the time off so we can have the weekend together. Despite that I have been really sick, and have spoiled our plans, he has made sure he has been right here with me to take care of me.

My husband is my best friend in the entire world. There's no one I'd rather spend my time with than him. He takes such great care of me and invests so much of himself in me and in our marriage. He has made the last 23 years of my life absolutely wonderful!

Happy Anniversary Honey!

I'm Back, and Lacee

2009-03-17T09:22:00.000-07:00

Here I am again apologizing for my absence. My computer has been having some issues which has caused me not to be able to access Blogger, and on the days I was able, it would not allow me to comment. First I was thinking it was Blogger, but I have been having problems with my internet service. For now, I am back on, hopefully for good.

The last time I missed a couple weeks blogging, was last December when I was sick. I must admit, I never really got over that, was getting better, but never feeling one hundred percent. Then a couple weeks ago, I took a turn for the worse, and became very sick again. My immune system just isn't doing its job. I had gotten where I couldn't eat anything because my esophagus felt swollen and it hurt with anything going down. I have no voice half the time, and just plain miserable. My mom says stress is affecting my immune system, well, moms know best, right?

I think I may have discovered why I haven't gotten much better, but I will post about that another time. For now, let me update you all on Lacee.

I have begun to let her loose running around the cat room doing what ever she pleases, for longer periods of time, without me standing right over her, but still I am in the room. Lets just say she is one wild little girl! She is all kitten, pouncing and jumping on anything and everyone. I tried so hard to get good pictures, but she is just too fast. Mac loves to play with her, but he is afraid. She does not play gently, she has never learned how, so when she bites him, he cries and tries to get away.

LG on the other hand, is an excellent teacher. I am so proud of him. He would run up to her, then walk away and get her to follow him, when she didn't he would go back to her until she did. He was teaching her how to climb up all the shelves and how to get back down again. She had a tough time at first, as she wouldn't jump from shelf to shelf, she tried to stretch and climb at first, but it did not take long for her to catch on. She loves to play and wrestle with LG, as he is a little tougher then Mac, but he is still very gentle, and watching them play, I can clearly see how he is teaching her how to play gently, although watching her, that may take awhile.

She gets to running and pouncing so fast, she goes sliding sometimes across the mats, dumping food, water, and even litter from the litter box everywhere. She is a fun and very wild little thing. I have a feeling quiet days in my cat room are going to be few and far between.

She walks all the time now. No more crawling. We can see she walks a little odd and stands a little differently then a normal cat, but for her, she is doing just fine. She still prefers to climb, rather then jump up on things, but she is getting the hang of it.

Enjoy the pictures. Now, I am off to go catch up on all of your blogs.

Jake and Jarie

2009-03-06T11:52:00.000-08:00

Jake

I guess it is time I update my blog on how Jake and Jarie are doing. I have debated with myself over and over if I should even write about either one of them. I know I cause a few of you that have been following my blog to cry when you come here to read. I do apologize for that. I try to write about the good happenings in my life too, but sometimes a few sad happenings occur also, and since I started this blog with all of my dogs stories, it is only right that I continue with how they are doing. So here is our update.

Jake is doing as well as can be expected considering his age and health. He will be 11 years old this June. We notice subtle changes ever day with him. He slows down a little more each day. He can not stand for long without falling on all fours. His hind legs just can not hold him up for long. When he is walking, his hind legs cross over quite a bit. Most times he stands on the top of one of his back feet. It is important that I am next to him to help him step over the threshold of the back door.

He still has his sight and hearing, but we have noticed him becoming a little "confused", (for lack of a better word). He sits at my desk waiting for a treat from his treat jar. The confused part is his treat jar has not been on my desk for 6 months or so. It is in the kitchen. When he goes to the back door to go outside, he stands by the wrong door, and gets a little confused on which door opens. This is new behavior for him, so we are being cautious in observing any new behaviors that may need more attention from us.

Jake's cancer has returned. Where it is located, all we can do is give supportive care. Despite his mobility issues and the cancer, he has a great appetite, which is always good, when it comes to cancer.

We know our time is limited with Jake, but we remain positive and are making each day count.
For anyone who has read this far, I hope you are not crying. For now, Jake has many more good days then bad. He is still thriving and happy. He enjoys playing with his toys and chomping on his tennis balls, and waiting each evening for the hugs and greetings he gets when hubby comes home.

Jarie

Oh Jarie, where do I even begin? My baby girl. She just turned 3 years old last month. She will always be my baby girl. I wrote a few months ago that she was having problems again with her allergies. Back in October she started chewing her side. She created a circle of hair loss about 3 inches round. She also chewed a patch of hair off the base of her tail. She was put on many meds, some helped, and some she had bad reactions too.

Finally after a couple months, no more itching, and her hair is growing back, although quite slow. We can still see the circle she created, but no more redness, and the hair is coming back.

Those of you that may be reading this and don't know, Jarie has a compromised immune system, IBD, von Willebrands Disease, (bleeding disorder), and many, many allergies. Her allergies are not just food, and environmental, but she is also allergic to many medications.

I switched one of her supplements, and after just 2 days, she started chewing her side again, and scratching everywhere. I was a bad mama, I did not realize the supplement had soy in it. She can NOT have soy. I immediately assumed this was the cause. She vomited a couple days. I thought to myself, ok, she is back on the other supplements, and the soy is out of her system, she will be ok. No, not the case with Jarie.

I have tried many treatments, and nothing has helped the scratching, and itching. Finally last week, that has calmed down some, and we are thinking, we may get back to normal. No, not yet.
This week on three different occasions, Jarie has refused to eat. She is not lethargic, and she is still the happy, wild silly girl she always is. With our experience with Jarie and all of her medical issues, she must eat. I can not give her supplements on an empty stomach or she ends up very sick. But, she needs her supplements to thrive. When she has gone through bouts before without eating, she has gone as long as 4-5 days. When that happens, it compromises her immune system even more, and adds more complications with her IBD. When she refuses to eat, she refuses everything. No human foods or treats, she won't touch anything. On the times she didn't eat this week, she did eat eventually at the end of the day.

I finally realize our weather has been a major cause with her allergies and immune system. We have had a lot of rain the past 2 months. We don't normally get that much, and we know it is just one more thing wreaking havoc on her immune system.

We were battling these issues for her first two years, and we were so hoping we were past it. I am trying to remain positive, and am hoping the non eating will become a thing of the past, before it causes more concern. This is why I always refer to her as my bubble girl. It seems anything outside her little bubble affects her health.

Despite all of this, she is a very happy loving little girl. You would never guess she was sick and not feeling well, with all her running around, destroying her toys, chasing the dogs, and of course her zoomies. Oh yes, at three years old, she still gets the puppy zoomies!

Gaining Confidence Everyday

2009-03-02T17:28:00.000-08:00

Little Lacee

Lacee loves Oscar

LG loves Lacee

Where are you going?

Gotta wash that face

Gotta wash that neck too.

Missed a spot.

Mac wants to play too.

Getting more confident everyday.

I think she fits right in, don't you?

Those of you that don't know Lacee's story, you can read it here, or just go to my archives, labeled Lacee.

She has made tremendous progress in the last two weeks. She walks 90 percent of the time, with great confidence. She stands so pretty and tall, letting on an air about her, like she is so proud of herself, almost like she just discovered her legs for the very first time.

She made her first jump last weekend. I was so very proud the first time I witnessed her crouching down low, wiggling her body, looking at me then back at the shelf contemplating, then up she went. She still climbs more then jumping, but she is definitely gaining strength in her legs, and jumps now about 50 percent of the time.

The rest of the cat pack has accepted her, and she loves all of the attention. She is still supervised while loose with the cats, and will not be left alone with them, until I know she can safely get away from them if needed, although I don't think she will need to, but best to be safe.

Each and everyday, we all just fall in love with her a little bit more. She is a very special little soul who has brought so much to our lives. If someone would have asked me 2 months ago if I thought she would ever walk normal, or close to normal, I would have said no. Look now, who am I kidding? She is my little walking miracle.

Camera Critters #47

2009-02-28T06:56:00.000-08:00

Feral Cats At Play

I TNR'd (trapped,neutered and released) these ferals several years ago, and they live very happily in the shelter I provide for them in my back yard.

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I AM YOUR DOG

2009-02-24T16:19:00.000-08:00

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.

So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes.

What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. --author unknown

What Happened To Work Ethics

2009-02-23T10:12:00.000-08:00

People often refer to someone having a good work ethic as someone who works hard, showing your coworkers and superiors that you care about your work. Being that person can help build a great reputation. Being reliable, professional and having a positive attitude helps promote good work ethic.

So what has happened to work ethic? People feel they have an entitlement to everything they want, but they don't want to work for it. Just showing up at work, they think that is all that is required of them.

Chatting on cell phones and/or text messaging friends and family, while at work is NOT good work ethic. There is always someone that wants your job and will get it if you don't work hard and become a team player.

My hubby has a very important job and works all the time. He is always at work. He works 7 days a week, and puts in 12 hour days most days, sometimes even more. Because of poor work ethics, with many of his employees he is always having to take up the slack, or fix problems, that should have never occurred in the first place if he had employees that cared.

One would think with today's economy people would be determined to work hard and prove to be good employees with good work ethics, to hopefully keep their job.

All of hubby's employees are paid very well, and have excellent benefits, yet even after many meetings about not showing up late for work, taking extended lunch breaks, texting and chatting on cell phones, not meeting deadlines, nothing has changed. Do people just don't care anymore?

Now this week starts the first on his list of many that are being fired, not due to downsizing, as his company is actually doing quite well, but due to poor work ethics.

Just a little addition to this little rant, because I know my hubby will be reading this, I really hope he finds good replacements very soon, as I really am missing having my hubby around. The single life just isn't for me. I think I forgot how to cook.

Camera Critters #46

2009-02-21T06:25:00.000-08:00

Jarie says "Give me that squirrel".

NOW!!!!

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Handsome Jake

2009-02-19T09:06:00.000-08:00

Who can resist that magnificent face!

Here kitty, kitty, come a little closer, mama told me to stay.

Jake is such an awesome boy, If he wasn't so obedient and always wanting to please us, he would chase the cats in a heartbeat. Three ferals were wrestling just 10 feet away from him in the above picture. He sure does put up with a lot, but he always make us proud.

I really must get busy taking more pictures of Jake. I don't think he cares much that my blog is being taken over by cats. Of course, he wouldn't mind if I was posting about him catching one, or about the other night when we brought Lacee into the living room to sit on the sofa with us, and he was awakened by the sweet sounds of a kitten meow. He thought he was dreaming again, but upon opening his eyes, there was Lacee just 2 feet in front of him on the sofa with us. He was very excited, to think we finally gave in and was giving him his very own kitty.

Wish I would have taken a picture, his expression was priceless. Maybe next time.

Lacee Has Been Adopted

2009-02-16T10:34:00.000-08:00

Oscar adapted really well in the cat room. Just 2 weeks before I had brought him home I decided to bring in LG too. He was just a kitten, and friendly enough with me, so when Oscar came, I had him in one cage and LG in another, until the girls could get use to the new boys in their lives.

Once out of the cages, all went well, and I couldn't be happier, things were moving along nicely. Then Mac came around shortly after and I determined he most likely was a litter mate to LG, since they seemed to be the same age, and apparently knew each other. Best friends they are.

This brings me to now, a year has passed and all the cats have done quite well, adapted to each other, and most times it is a very peaceful room.

When I sit in the room I think about all I have done, where each one of these precious little souls came from. Their history, some more painful then others. Mama Cat has had several litters in the past. Living on the unforgiving streets for a few years. Delilah, almost died of heat stroke during our hot summers, with all that black long fur, she also was caught in a car engine, escaped with minor injuries. Oscar, perhaps fared the worst of the bunch, fractured leg, slit tongue, broken teeth, deformed nails, slit eyelid, multiple scars. They have their stories to tell, some I know, many I don't.

Then my mind wanders again back to the days with Turtle. Staring at her picture on the wall, wishing she was still here, able to enjoy the companionship of all the kitties that now reside in the room that was meant for her. Many times I have told my husband if I ever came across another Torti that looked like her, she would have to come home. He knew as well as I, that wouldn't happen. I didn't want the reminders of all the feelings of the guilt to come back.

So here we are today, with another special little kitty we all know named Lacee. From the first week that I had brought her in, I had been fighting the feelings of Turtle. Oh, she reminds me so much of her. It really doesn't have anything to do with looks. Although the way her eyes look up at me, sometimes makes me think of Turtle. She does have the same type of fur, the length, and her body size is so similar, but so are many others. It is her spunk, that brings the thoughts of Turtle rushing back through my memories. Her lust for life. All this time, I've been fighting these feelings. I just want to get her better and work with her enough so she can be adopted.

When we first found her, and determined that most likely she was hung, with the shoe lace that was tied around her neck, her legs, being fractured, I knew she would always be a special needs kitty. I have worked with her everyday, exercising her legs, getting her moving, massaging them. All she would do is crawl. Standing on her back legs, would only last a few seconds before she would drop down again in the crawl position.

I set out with a goal in mind hoping by the end of February, she would be rehabilitated enough to go to a new home. Hubby has helped quite a bit with her. He takes her out of her cage in his office every evening, and brings her in the bedroom, and plays with her, getting her moving and using those legs. She adores him, and he adores her.

When I mentioned I will be finding a home soon, he says "you are always getting rid of my cats". Then he proceeds to say "you know you are going to do all the necessary checks on the new adopted family, and everything will be a go, then you will find out something happened to her, and you are not going to be able to forgive yourself". Doesn't sound like he is helping much, does it?

Last week, hubby called me into his office to look at Lacee, she was standing and walking, more then she ever has. he was so excited as he said "We did this, because of you, because of us, she is getting better". To see a grown man that excited and proud over the improvement of this little kitten, is a wonderful feeling. It does the heart good.

As of Last Sunday I found an adopted family for Lacee. My hubby asked me "How could you, how could you send her to another home"? My reply " She reminds me too much of Turtle, she will have a good home elsewhere, this is what we do".

Every other day I would carry her into my cat room so she can see other cats, and know they won't hurt her. Sometimes I would just hold her by the screen in the door and she would be nose to nose with LG and Mac. Hubby wanted me to put her cage in the cat room so she can be exposed to the other cats for longer periods. I knew what that meant though. Once she is in the cat room, she won't be leaving. I can't do that. I know this hurts hubby as he has gotten attached to her, and he knows she is something special, as they all are, but there is something different about Lacee, he sees it too.

So, Instead of bringing her cage into the cat room, she was adopted by her new forever family.

Now I know everyone reading this is just waiting for me to admit that forever family is me right? Well, I have been in denial, couldn't admit it, and just couldn't go through with it. But, I told hubby we will try and see how things work out.

I moved Lacee into the cage already in the cat room. She has been in the room for 8 days now, and I am happy to report things have gone much better then expected. She was full of spunk the first night, she would walk to the gate of the cage and growl at all the cats and swat at them if they came close. They never growled or hissed back, and she has not shown any signs of being afraid of them while in the cage. LG and Mac go nose to nose with her and she is fine with them. I was mostly worried about Mama, and she was going to be who determines if she stays or not. Mama does not react to Lacee like she has all the cats that have come before. She goes to the cage, sniffs her, then rolls over by the cage and plays with a toy while laying on her back exposing her belly. Perhaps she sees something different about Lacee, as I do.

While holding Lacee last night, Oscar stood there and just licked her face, her head, her body, and Lacee didn't mind.

As of 2 days ago, Lacee is now walking on all four legs like a normal cat about 80% of the time, she still can not jump, but her walking has greatly improved.

A few pictures, although not that good, sorry about that, but I was right there ready to grab her, as she is not ready to be out of the cage loose in the room unsupervised with the other cats as of yet.

So, what does Oscar and Turtle have to do with Lacee? I think you can all get the picture. I have come full circle. Without further explanation..........

Lacee is happy. Lacee plays all the time, like a kitten should. Lacee is home.

A New Beginning

2009-02-11T08:18:00.000-08:00

Turtle passed away October 2006. The next couple of months I spent getting Mama comfortable with having Ashley and Delilah in the room with her. All the while mourning the loss of little Turtle. Mama quit playing. She clearly wasn't happy anymore. She hissed, growled and swatted at Ashley and Delilah anytime they would get close. They were good girls though and never hissed back, they just tried to keep their distance. Often times I would doubt myself, this wasn't going to work. They were all feral together outside and Mama was clearly the alpha even while outside, but she was inside for a year before I brought Ashley and Delilah in, so bringing them in was like bringing two strange cats in, and now without Turtle, she was on her own.

Months pass, things finally settle down and all three girls are getting along fine. I can finally relax, knowing it is all working out, but deep within my heart I still had the guilt, the ache of not having little Turtle, the room just wasn't the same.

In January 2007 a big orange tom started spending more time in my shelter. I first spotted him five years earlier roaming the neighborhood, often coming into the shelter for a bite to eat, and quickly leave. He never stayed around long enough to think about trapping him. He was very unpredictable. I wouldn't see him for weeks at a time, and when I did see him, it was never a set time. Many times he was seen wounded. One particular time his neck had a huge slash through it, at least a couple inches wide. Several people in my neighborhood referred to him as Oscar the Grouch, because of all the fighting.

First Video leading up to his rescue.

Oscar started sleeping in the shelter, more and more and only leave when I would approach. He never bothered my other ferals, he just wanted to sleep and be left alone. Unfortunate for him another Tom Cat in the neighborhood had other plans for Oscar. Fights between the two became constant. Everyday, this other Tom would hunt Oscar down. Many times Oscar would be sleeping in a kuddler minding his own business, and out of nowhere. the other tom would jump and attack him.

I struggled for two months to trap Oscar. I soon realized he wasn't a fighter. He really was a good boy, and just wanted a safe place to sleep; he didn't want to run anymore. Part of me was afraid to approach him, and attempt to pet him. Each day as I was outside sitting in the shelter talking to him, getting the courage to reach out to him and clean his wounds, I would often cry. Seeing the look in his eyes, what he had gone through, all the battle wounds. I was falling in love with this boy. I told myself no, I lost Turtle, and many others, I don't want my heart broke again.

The end of that 2 months, I was able to just scoop up Oscar ( he was no longer the grouch) and put him in a carrier. My friend who helps me with rescue took him for his neuter, vet check, and to recuperate at her house. When I first set out to trap him, I had all intentions on releasing him back outside. Instead, because he was so good and so sweet, my rescue friend was going to put him up for adoption for me.

Oscar recuperating after his neuter and bath at my rescue friends.

During the two months of struggling with taming, befriending, and trapping him, I had a very special friend that lives in another state that kept me going. I was silently falling apart. I just didn't want to rescue anymore. I didn't want to go through the pain of losing another one, possibly failing again. She kept encouraging me with Oscar. She supported everything I was doing with him, and gave me the courage everyday to do what I was doing. When I was told that my rescue friend was going to find another home for Oscar, I wouldn't have that. All I went through with him, I knew he had to come back home. He belonged with me. My good friend encouraged me and convinced me everything will be ok. I need to open my heart again. Losing Turtle was not my fault. So, with her encouragement; Oscar came home.

Oscar in his forever home, my cat room

That is where it began. I was lost for awhile, I did not rescue Oscar, he rescued me, or perhaps we rescued each other. He was sent here for a reason. At the time I was giving up, he came into my life. He also brought my good friend to me too, as I did not know her well until Oscar came around and she reached out to help, even miles away.

I still miss Turtle, and it took a long time for the guilt and the hurt to go away, perhaps the hurt is still there, but the guilt left.

Stay tuned, and you will all see what Oscar and Turtle have to do with a special little kitten.
To be continued.....

The Story of Turtle

2009-02-10T09:28:00.000-08:00

Very few people know Turtle's story. Turtle was born feral. She was Mama Cats baby. I tamed her enough when she was just about a year old, to be able to bring her and Mama into the house. My cat room was created just for her and Mama. Little did I know that soon more cats would come to call that room their home too.
Turtle was a very unique kitten. She carried alot of the feral personality while inside. She and Mama Cat had an incredible bond. Mama often groomed her and they slept cuddled together quite often. What ever Mama Cat did throughout the day, Turtle would follow suit and mimic Mama. It was always fascinating to watch her behavior, and finally start to develop her own unique personality.

After one year of her and Mama Cat being inside we began to have problems with a neighbor poisoning the cats. Not just the ferals but any pet cats that were aloud to roam. In an attempt to do my part and protect the cats, and also discuss things with the neighbor I decided to bring Ashley and Delilah inside too. It took two years to befriend Ashley, and Delilah was pretty easy after the first year. So, inside they came. I handled things wrong, and was quite ready to give up on all the ferals, just to keep peace in the neighborhood. It was a struggle, and adjustments had to be made, but we made them.

The four cats inside developed upper respiratory infections. Turtle never recovered. She spent 4 days at the vets on IV's and antibiotics, but in the end her little body couldn't fight the infection any longer, and we lost her.
I have lost a lot of pets during my lifetime, but losing Turtle was a heart wrenching loss for me.
I felt guilty, as if it were my fault. In my mind I felt if I hadn't tried to save Ashley and Delilah, I would not have lost Turtle. I cried for weeks. Mama mourned the loss of her baby. I couldn't go into the cat room without breaking down in tears, and would have to rush out of there. I felt I let Mama down. I was suppose to protect her baby, and I failed. I failed Turtle, and I failed Mama.

I vowed to never bring another cat inside. I wasn't going to do feral cat rescue anymore. I closed my heart off and wasn't going to care. Just feed the ones outside, and that was it. No more. I couldn't get close anymore. The guilt ate at my soul, and I was determined to never let that happen again.

Then came Oscar. My angel boy. The special orange tom cat that was always beat up. He had different plans for me. (his story in a few days).

So why I am telling Turtle's story. Well, in a way, this isn't really about Turtle, but another unique special little kitten. To be continued.......

I'm Sorry

2009-02-07T08:56:00.000-08:00

I have received a few emails asking why I haven't been blogging. Please forgive my absence. My mom has been in the hospital all week after having a stroke, so I just haven't had much time to think of other things right now. She is improving, and hopefully will be back home soon.

I promise to catch up on everyone's blogs as soon as time allows.

Megaesophagus

2009-01-30T09:26:00.000-08:00

This is Maiya, shown at 2 years old in these first two pictures, just 2 days after being rescued.

She has Megaesophagus.

Megaesophagus ~ A condition in which the esophagus loses all tone and dilates making swallowing extremely difficult which increases the risk of aspiration pneumonia and malnutrition.

Symptoms are regurgitation of food, weight loss, coughing, aspiration pneumonia.

Comes in three forms ~ Congenital, Secondary, and Idiopathic

Congenital ~ Dog is born with it. Can be caused by a PERSISTENT RIGHT AORTIC ARCH, but most times is just genetically inherited. The link to genetic inheritability is unknown.

Puppies with congenital megaesophagus have the best chance of survival and management. As the pup matures nerve function may increase either curing the disease or making it more manageable. Some puppies never improve.

Secondary MegaE ~ is megaesophagus caused by another disease. This can happen at any age. Thyroid diseases, neurological conditions, Addison's disease and Myasthenia Gravis are a few diseases but not inclusive of all the diseases that may cause megaE. It is reported that Myasthenia Gravis accounts for 25% of secondary Mega cases. Megaesophagus can be cured in this case if the underlying disease is corrected before the esophagus becomes too stretched out in which by that time it may not return to normal function.

Idiopathic ~ Common in dogs 6 years +. It appears for no reason and is the poorest prospect for treatment.

Surgery is usually not an option as not only is this primarily a neurological condition, but the esophagus itself is slow to heal when operated on.

There is no standard treatment for megaE which makes it one of the hardest diseases to manage. Elevated feeding in which the dog sits in a "high chair" or held in the begging position helps use gravity to draw the food down into the stomach. Consistency of food is everything with megaE. The unfortunate part is that you never know what consistency works best with your dog. It's all trial and error. While some dogs require a soupy consistency, others may require a thicker oatmeal like consistency. Some even do very well with canned food rolled into meatballs and then dropped down the throat. Many times dogs are in such poor condition that it does not leave much room for the error part of the trial. It may take a lot of changes before you find something that works, and even then, you may never find something that works.
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Maiya showing her climbing abilities, letting her mom know she can do the same things dogs without MegaE do.

Medications are virtually useless in MegaE. Vets will often prescribe reglan or cisapride. Neither of which will give the esophagus tone or motility, but may help strengthen the esophageal sphincter if it is having trouble staying closed leading to reflux.

A Histamine-2 blocker such as Zantac, or Proton-Pump Inhibitor such as Prilosec are often standard medications. Again, like the latter, they don't do much for the esophagus itself but can neutralize or even eliminate the stomach acid that is regurgitated up into the throat causing esophagitis.

Carafate can be useful in preventing esophagitis (inflammation of the esophagus). It soothes and creates a coating over the tissue to help prevent burning and irritation of regurgitated stomach acid.

Maiya getting dinner. Look how patient she is.

Gastrostomy tubes are a last resort. Some dogs do not fair well no matter how many different ways you mouth feed. Those dogs are good candidates for a G-tube. G-tubes don't require much more maintenance than the megaE dogs themselves, but can be a scary thought at first. A dog with a G-tube can function in every way as a normal dog except he/she will receive their nutrition directly into the stomach bypassing the useless esophagus.

Sweet and spoiled Maiya has the best spot in the house.

Prognosis is guarded to poor with MegaE dogs. In most cases it boils down to the time and dedication the owner has for the dog. Even then, with the most dedicated owners, and scrupulous treatment the dog still may not respond and need to be euthanized.

Aspiration Pneumonia is the number one cause of death in Mega dogs. Maiya has had it 6 times.

Maiya belongs to a very close friend of mine. She is almost 4 years old now. She was not expected to survive this long. Maiya is a very special girl with an outstanding dog mom that has gone far above and beyond to give Maiya the life she has so deserved.

Thank you my dear friend for being such an inspiration to us all, and doing all you do for Maiya.

Updated November 6, 2009 Maiya and Megaesophagus

Updated November 13, 2009 Maiya Update

The Attachment Has Begun

2009-01-29T08:51:00.000-08:00

I have the four ferals that have lived in my shelter and back yard for almost five years now. They love sleeping on the patio swing right outside my back door, below my kitchen window.

Things are mostly peaceful, with the new ferals and strays that show up. They just go to the shelter, eat, and go on there way. Sometimes one will get curious, and come into the yard, but leave quickly if I walk out there. That is how it started with BT, and many others in the past.

I much prefer them not to come into the yard, as once they do, I tend to become attached. I really miss BT. He kept things quiet around here. The other Toms that stroll the neighborhood knew my yard was off limits, it was BT's territory. Since BT has been gone, the others are starting to move in, slowly, but nonetheless, they are investigating my yard.

I keep dry food and fresh water in the shelter 24/7, so all the ferals and strays never have to go look for food.

My four ferals get wet food as a special treat every evening on my back patio, by the swing. Once I let all the dogs out at 5pm, the cats all start their routine of rubbing against each other, knowing as soon as the dogs come inside, it is their turn for some delicious wet food.

The night before last, as I was bringing the dogs in, all four cats were standing on the patio walking back and fourth looking up at me, waiting. But wait, out of the corner of my eye I spot another cat on the canopy of the swing. I look, and sure enough it was the Mac look-alike feral. He was watching every move I made, with eyes half closed. I quickly bring the dogs in, and go back out with my camera to get some pictures, as all of my past pictures are not all that clear, and taken mostly in the dark or far away.

I then realize he wasn't leaving. This is the beginning. I had to feed five cats wet food instead of four. I really did not want to do this. I do not want to become attached. As I brought out the food, I sat the four bowls down, and held the one bowl toward him, and then walked away. He jumped down off the swing, and watched me place the bowl in the middle of the yard about 20 feet from the others. He waited until I went inside, then he carefully and slowly walked up to his bowl and ate.

Last night, again, a repeat of the night before. It has started. The attachment has begun. I missed our spay-athon with our rescue last weekend, so I will hope to get him in the next few weeks, at our next one.

So, does anyone see a resemblance to another cat I have posted here? I'm not talking about Mac now, as I know he resembles him, but look closely at the face markings. Do you see what I see?

My Rant...Part 2

2009-01-28T06:43:00.000-08:00

Downsizing....to reduce in size. Employers downsize by reducing the number of employees due to the economy. So, what does it mean when a dog breeder downsizes? Some breeders downsize due to personal health problems or financial issues. They find they can no longer provide the time and/or finances to care for all the dogs they are breeding so they sell some or all of them. They quit breeding, or take time off from breeding. Perhaps they keep a few of the dogs, and sell off the rest.

To downsize, I'm not sure that is a good choice of a word to use. It sounds like the dogs are yesterday's trash, garbage, personal property that can just be discarded when not needed anymore.

I just came across another reason a breeder *downsizes*. (I hate that word, I really do). They downsize to switch breeds. Apparently once a breeder decides they have had enough of one particular breed, and the breeds health issues, instead of trying to better the breed, they sell them off like a piece of furniture, and purchase another breed.

If someone can easily dump their dogs just so they can switch to another breed, they should not be breeding. How can they just dump all their current dogs, so they can get involved in a whole different breed? If the existing dogs have health issues and they feel they can not care for them, why get another breed? There is no guarantee in the health of a dog, anything can happen during the life of the dog. What happens if the new breed develops health issues too? Do they just dump them and switch to yet another breed? When does it stop?

Switching breeds because of personal health issues, financial issues, genetic problems in the breed, is nothing but an excuse. An excuse to get what they want. The breeder decides they are interested in another breed but cannot afford the time or money to care for the addition plus the current resident dogs, so their answer is to *downsize*. How can someone do this?

Oh, I get it. Backyard breeders perhaps. Someone who breeds for the money. They don't breed for the love and the betterment of the breed. They don't actively compete and exhibit in some type of sport to bring out the natural working ability of that particular breed. They don't do all the health checks prior to breeding. This would be the only reason I can fathom that it would be so easy to dump the existing dogs to switch breeds. For the money. It is all about them, not the well being of the dogs.

On any given day 30 percent of the dogs found in shelters are purebred. Why? Because of breeders like this. As long as there are people out there with this mentality, breeders, if that is what we really want to call them, there will always be a need for rescue.

Whether we are breeders or just another person wanting a dog, we all need to realize the huge responsibility that comes along with that *WANT*. We don't get to change our minds, when things get tough, or our desire to have another breed. Our responsibility should be for the life of the dog(s) that we brought into our home. Their needs and well being should come first.

Mac

2009-01-27T08:12:00.000-08:00

Mac is the most friendliest, social cat, of all the cats in my cat room. On any given day that I go into the room, he does his quick greet and meet with me then finds a comfy spot on the floor and allows the other cats to soak up the attention first, then as soon as they walk away, he is right there waiting patiently for his turn.

I was really pleased with these pictures I took over the weekend. Most times when he is on the shelves, I don't have my camera with me, but this day I intended to get pictures of Oscar, so I was camera ready, and there he was, Handsome Mac posing oh so perfectly.

Mac is so gentle, and HUGE! A big solid boy he is, but just as cuddly as he is huge.

Who can resist that sweet face? He was about five months old when he found his way to my shelter.

I came very close to adopting him out, but something came up and prevented me from doing so.

One of the best decisions I had made, as he is LG's best friend.

My hubby named him Mac, because of his huge apple head, round face; short for Macintosh apples.

Q&A

2009-01-26T09:07:00.000-08:00

One of my blogging friends, Caroline over at Caroline's Thoughts
asked if I wanted to participate in a Q&A. She gave me five questions to answer, so here they are.

1. If you can live anywhere, where would it be and why?
In a Castle because I am a Princess, and that is where Princess's live.

2. Do you believe in Aliens?
I believe they live among us disguised as politicians.

3. If you weren't doing what you are now, what kind of job would you like?
One that didn't actually require me to do any work...Wine taste tester perhaps.

4. Is there anything that you would change on your appearance?
I'd like to start over, I really, really want brown eyes.

5. Describe your perfect man.
Look....He does dishes.

My Rant

2009-01-21T09:51:00.000-08:00

We all know of them, or at least heard of them. The people that decide to add a new puppy to their household. The excitement of getting a puppy, or even an adult; the excitement is the same. Lots of planning involved, we hope. Training, new food to buy, toys to purchase, more vet visits, oh what fun. But, what happens to the other pets in the household? Did they think about them when deciding to add another pack member?

We hear about people all the time getting rid of their pets. Many different reasons they all give. The dog is old, they need to make room for a puppy. Perhaps they are moving, new jobs, to save money, new kids, the list goes on.

One person I came across this past week has a four month old puppy. She also has a 7 year old cat. She has had the cat since she was a kitten, and has always been an indoor only cat. Now since the cat is afraid of the puppy, instead of working with the introductions and taking it slow, the cat has been banished to living outside. Why? Why do people do this?

Another scenario just this week. Similar, but different. In this case, the new dog is a 1 year old , and does not get along with the 10 year old dog that has lived there all his life, so they took the 10 year old to the shelter. Why? This was his home for 10 years, and was a very good dog.

Animals are a commitment. They are a living being. They are not disposable. When will people wake up and understand once they commit to bringing a pet into their home it should be a lifetime commitment. It is their responsibility, a huge responsibility. I understand there is that rare situation that it is in the best interest of the pet to be rehomed, but most times it is just greedy, uncaring individuals that want a new puppy, without having to put any time into proper training, introductions, and socializing. They don't want to put any effort into making it work.

Have you ever taken a walk through your local shelter, and walked by each cage, one by one, and wonder how that dog or cat found themselves there? What is their story? Have you looked at the card on their cage where it has a date, and spells out when their time is up? The next day you go back to check on that particular dog or cat, only to find their cage empty. Afraid to ask, hoping they were lucky enough to be adopted, but you know the truth.

They all have a story to tell. They all have a past. Many had wonderful homes, until they found they were being replaced by the new puppy or kitten.

People ask me all the time, why I do what I do with the strays and ferals. Why do I care? They are not my problem, I didn't cause their fate. Well, I can't just look away. They are all a living being. I can't save them all, but they all deserve a chance, because they all matter. Each and every one of them, cats and dogs, matter.

Eenie Meenie Minie Moe

2009-01-20T14:23:00.000-08:00

It is time again to get busy trapping. Anyone want to take a guess on which one of these handsome boys will be lucky enough to be the first to be trapped? Eenie Meenie Minie Moe, who will be the first to go? (don't worry, all four will be returned to me).

I haven't given any of them names yet. I refer to this boy as The Mac Look-alike, well, because he looks just like my Mac. A quick little story, I believe he came from where BT came from, as they both showed up the same time, and were always lying next to each other until BT got brave enough to come into the yard, and accept me as his human. (hint...I think he will be the first).

I refer to this boy as The LG Look-alike, you can guess why. (sorry for the poor quality, photo taken through the window).

This boy is called The Mean Guy Look-alike, well, long story, so I won't get into it, except to tell you the original Mean Guy was the one that beat up poor Oscar all the time and caused him multiple injuries, before I was able to rescue Oscar.

Last of course is Lacee's little Siamese friend. He is so sweet, I really hope to get him very soon.

Stay tuned...

Lacee's Spay

2009-01-19T16:50:00.000-08:00

Last Sunday was Lacee's spay day. All went well and her recovery was quick. By Sunday late evening she was back to her normal sweet self. She does appear to have a hairline fracture on both hips. Poor little soul has had a rough start. The vet confirmed as well that she was no more then 6 months, possibly 5. I am guessing 6 months now, and that is what I will put on her records.

I finally got her walking this weekend. She will stand up on her hind legs, but once she starts to walk, she keeps her back legs bent so far down, that she is crouched very low to the ground. Her chest and stomach are no more then an inch off the ground when she walks, which makes her look even smaller then what she is. This handicap of hers does not slow her down any, as she is very fast. I am also thinking the reason she never left my shelter is because she could not climb out. The only way any of the cats can leave is to jump on the cat walk, and she can not jump. Good thing she chose the right place to stay.

I tried to introduce her to Oscar, one of my inside ferals. He is the sweetest boy, and I really need to get her comfortable with other cats, if possible. Well, that did not turn out too well. Oscar just wants to be with me, but Lacee was terrified, and anytime he got close, she growled and would panic. Who can blame her? Really, all the cats outside were mean to her, all except the Siamese, so she has not had any positive experiences yet. Poor Oscar, he is such a love bug. I will continue with that route, as I think if any of the cats can get her to warm up to them, it would be Oscar. We will get there, it is just going to take time and patience.

Ice Skating 12-7-08

2009-01-17T11:10:00.000-08:00

Video of my niece's spotlight program at a competition on 12/7/2008. This is her dramatic program ISI level FS5. She is 7 years old in this video.
I love this one and the music is perfect.

One Smart Doggy

2009-01-16T08:57:00.000-08:00

Anytime I bring a new toy into the daycare, Bandit has the need to check out what is new. He has to make sure it is not for him, or perhaps he feels it is his job to ensure all toys are child safe and age appropriate....nah, he wants to make sure it is not for him.

When I put this cube on the table, Bandit had to be the first to check it out. He quickly became obsessed. Never mind how many times I told him to leave it, he wouldn't listen. Now, I normally do NOT let my dogs play with the children's' toys, but, Bandit was very intrigued. So, I thought I would play around with it, and really test Bandit on this new skill.

It did not take long, after just a few minutes, I can tell Bandit to touch a particular color knob, and he will tap and move the correct one, (with no guidance from me) with his nose. I shouldn't be surprised, he is one smart boy, and loves to learn new games. At 9 years old, he just keeps on learning, That's my boy.

Tag, I'm It

2009-01-14T09:06:00.000-08:00

Betty at http://joyinourlives.blogspot.com tagged me.
So, what I need to do...is go to the 5th folder in my pictures file, choose the 5th picture in that file and post it. Then I get to tag five others to do the same. Here it is.

This is a good friend of mine in another country holding a 6 day old kitten. The mother passed away, and I was helping my friend via email with the proper care and bottle feeding of the kitten. It was a very stressful time for both of us, with our time difference, my mornings were his evenings. I LOVE this picture.

Now I get to tag five others, here they are...

Still Learning

Caroline's Thoughts

The Order Of Disarray

Shirla's Life

Katt Tales

Tag, You're IT!

Jeni, Bandit, & Jessi's Surprise

2009-01-12T17:35:00.000-08:00

These pictures are very poor quality. I wasn't able to get any decent pictures of the Aussies or their gifts. They were all just too excited and crazy. So with just a few words, I will let the pictures speak for themselves.

Jeni was the calmest of all.

See her tongue? LOL. That rubber ball makes the neatest squeaky sound.

The Frisbee was on her Xmas list. She loves it.

Bandit couldn't wait for the wrapping paper to come off. He did a snatch and run.

Here he is opening his Teddy.

Again, he quickly left the room. I had to keep calling him back.

His teddy is his favorite toy. He loves teddies.

Jessi was quick. Just a sniff... then

Off she goes.....

We barely got the duck from her to take the tags off, when she snatched it, and ran from room to room. Those Aussies are crazy, gotta love them!

Jarie's Surprise

2009-01-09T18:11:00.000-08:00

Jarie was waiting patiently while hubby was reading her letter with a secret clue with who her secret Santa was. Did not take her long to realize there were toys in that box.

She was not quite sure what to make of the blue and white snowman. It was attached to a 3 foot long plastic stocking.

When hubby moved the stocking, it startled her, and she backed away.

With lots of toys spread all over, after opening the stocking, she couldn't choose what to play with first.

A look that says "all mine, and "I'm not sharing."

Spoiled, Spoiled, Spoiled. She had a blast. She was doing the puppy zoomies all over the house with a different toy every few minutes.

Last I posted about Jarie, I mentioned her allergies. We are still fighting that battle. She had a bare spot where she chewed and lost the fur on one side of her, and on her tail. That is starting to heal, and hair grow back in. Although, if anyone else would see her, they would ask what is wrong, as it is very obvious something isn't right. But there has been much improvement. The downside is, now she is getting the same exact bare spot on her other side. It gets so darn discouraging with her. Once we get her well in one area, then she develops something else. I have decided she really is my bubble dog, as she really needs to live in a bubble. Through all of this though, she has been a real trooper, and always happy.

Jake's Surprise

2009-01-08T14:16:00.000-08:00

I participated in a Secret Santa gift exchange with the dogs on a message board I belong to. It was so much fun. All the dogs really enjoyed receiving their packages. Each day a different box would arrive, but I wouldn't let any of the dogs open their gifts until all boxes arrived, ( I know, I am so mean). I'll post the others in the next few days.

Jake was so happy. Look at that smile. A box just for him, with all his favorite toys. His secret Santa knew his favorite toys are tennis balls. His next favorite toy is a stuffy that grunts. That hedgehog does just that, and he plays with it all the time.

Happy, happy boy he is.

Spoiled, and he deserves it, and much more.

Jake is doing as well as can be expected. He still has a great appetite, and wants to play. He falls a bit more lately, and his legs are getting much weaker. Very hard to watch, but we take it one day at a time, and do all we can do for him. He is such a good boy, and has been such a sweet soul. He gets a little more spoiled then the others, but I always think as they age and become seniors, they have earned a few extras.