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Multipass?

Published January 27, 2012 by Hemlock

Things are going pretty good over here.  I’ve had some short, but meaningful, discussions with Xannatos about how I’m doing now that I’m completely off of the medication.  I admit that sometimes I wish I were back on the Zoloft, but after talking with Hubby I’ve decided that I don’t need it anymore, and I’m using it more as a crutch.

I did have a horrible-almostwentbackonmymeds-day last Friday.  It was scary.  Really scary, and I began to question a lot of things.  Mocha, our oldest remaining cat has been going through some serious health related issues due to the medication for her Hyperthyroidism, and we came close to losing her.  It was rough, and it was too much.  She’s ok now, and everything’s back to normal – mostly.  She’s completely off of her meds, and when our tax return comes in I’ll be taking her to Oregon for I-131 treatment to get rid of the Hyperthyroidism since she can’t take any medication to manage the disease.

Also, with Xannatos’ support, I’m looking into going back to school for Pre-Vet.  It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I admit that I’m a little hesitant because I don’t know how it’s going to affect the whole baby thing.  The responsible thing for me to do would be to hold off until I’m completely out of school, but that’s going to take me at least 8-10 years and, frankly, I don’t really see that as an option.  I’m already having enough issues, and I don’t need to add to it me being close to, or in, my 40’s.

Such a handsome boy!

Lastly, on my completely horrible day last Friday, I went to the local Humane Society and met a sweet little kitten named Diego.  I didn’t go looking for a new cat, I just wanted some kitten-antics to help cheer me up, but I should have known better.  He had been returned the day before because the woman who adopted him earlier that week brought him back because he just wasn’t ‘flashy’ enough!  Can you believe that?  Seriously, what a fucktard.

He’s been renamed Corbin Dallas, and is currently quarantined in my sewing room with the birds and rats.  He had a bit of a lesson with Turtle (one of my rats) who it turns out is going a bit senile, and he’s leaving the birds alone for the most part.  His first trial has been Terra, our dog.

She's a little gun shy post "Thwap"!One thing you need to know about Terra is that she’s a huge Love, and her best friend is our cat, Kira.  When I first introduced the new kitten to her two days ago, she went up to him nose-first and scared the crap out of the kitten and his response was to thwap her across the nose.  It really caught the dog off guard!

... Almost... There...However, she wasn’t about to let that get in the way of making friends. Across roughly 6-7 hours, she inched ever closer to the new addition. I kid you not! This dog started at the doorway by the rat cages, and every little bit would move an inch or so closer to the kitten who was laying in the dog’s bed underneath my ironing board. By the end of the day, she had gotten so far as actually touching the bed without him hissing. As of last night, as long as she doesn’t move too quickly, Corbin is alright with her, and he’s even taken to attacking the tip of her tail. She doesn’t quite know what to make of that, as she knows it’ll just be another scratch if she looks at him, but you can tell she’s quite pleased at the contact!

He'd just discovered the birds...Lastly, Corbin went to the vet for some sniffles. The vet thinks it’s most likely a reaction to all the dander in the room, but considering Mocha, she wanted to hit him with an oral antibiotic and some eye goop. He’s not too thrilled about that, to say the least. I also asked her if he was actually 8 weeks old or not. She agreed that he was quite large at almost 4 pounds, but his teeth are very much those of an 8 week old kitten. So, she said that normally, a kitten gains one pound a month, but that in his case he’s just going to be a big cat. He’s a solid little boy, without an ounce of fat on him!

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Dogs

Published November 20, 2010 by Hemlock

Dogs, are not for everyone, that’s for sure. However, if you are a dog person, they can add so much joy to your life. I got to thinking about what makes them such wonderful pets, and this is what I came up with:

1. They’re stable. Most dogs don’t seem to suffer mood swings. You always know what to expect. In addition, there’s no contradictory body language you need to decipher. Their mood is plainly written on their face, and the wag of the butt.

2. Unconditional love. I don’t care what anyone says. Humans are not capable of this. There are always conditions to whatever humans do. With dogs, it doesn’t matter what you look like, what you smell like, what your sexuality is, how much money you make, or what your mood is. Even if you are an animal abuser, they always seem to assume the best about everyone.

3. They’re empathic. The debate about emotions and dogs has gone on for years. As far as I’m concerned, dogs understand and experience emotions to at least a limited extent. Studies are beginning to show that dogs are capable of reading a human’s emotion via the face. I completely agree with this sentiment. Dogs always seem know when you’re sad or angry, and always seem to do just the right thing. We’ve bred them to be our companions, and I think that whether it be accident or design, we’ve bred the ability for empathy into them.

There are a million other reason to own a dog and have them take part in your life, but those are the three that are the most important to me. There are downsides, of course. There are downsides to everything. With pets, the most noticeable is their lifespan is short when compared to ours.

You know what, though? It’s worth it. I don’t regret, for a single moment, the three years I had with my dog Tsuki. To this day, I still don’t understand how her original owners could have abandoned her. There was some thought that she may have been abused due to her fear of men (took her quite a while to warm up to my husband). We won’t ever know and there’s really no use in dwelling on it. What I do know, though, is that she was an absolutely amazing animal who brought love and light into my life. Always someone to turn to, and never had to worry about her not being there.

She’s been gone now for almost a year. Last November she began to show signs of illness, and what turned out to be intestinal lymphoma. After almost a month of fighting, we finally had to make the decision to give her peace. It wasn’t easy then, and now that the anniversary of her passing is quickly approaching, it isn’t easy now. I find that everything reminds me of her, and the first snow of the season was very bittersweet. You see, she loved the snow. It didn’t matter how cold or tired she was, she was never too cold or tired to make snow balls and chase them down the hill, or simply enjoy the fluffy whiteness.