Abby, my labrador, has had environmental allergies to some extent, since she was around two years old, when she developed her first hot spot on her chest. Yesterday, she turned nine. Luckily, for most of those years, she’d been doing well on these supplements http://amzn.to/2oabvd7 and this shampoo http://amzn.to/2oQ9PEc. Every year, around June, she’d go on the supplements and get her medicated baths about once a month until August or September, when the offending allergen had subsided. We were then good until the next summer. That was our schedule.
A few years ago, while online looking up how to cure one of many things I’ve looked up over the years, I ran across a site that I have found extremely helpful ever since for looking up and treating ailments in both myself and in my animals. The funny thing about this site is, most of the remedies can be found in your kitchen and they really do work.
A few months ago, I thought I was going to be adding a 7th cat to the crew and an 11th furry family member. It apparently wasn’t meant to be, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering and worrying if the little guy/girl is ok out there wherever he/she ended up.
Two months ago, Abby, my yellow lab, underwent lipoma surgery. The mass the vet removed was 12 lbs. and was encapsulated, but it had been hit and bruised, so when they performed the surgery, Abby bled heavily, causing her to have a pretty tense surgery and long recovery.
This, my friends, is my official ‘Critter Catcher and Releaser Pitcher’. As you can see in the picture, thanks to Sissy, it is currently holding a baby field mouse. On average, I have to use this pitcher 1-2x a month to catch an escaped mouse, or other small critter that one of the six cats decides to bring inside, for what I’m really beginning to think is for bragging rights. Why else would you bring your catch in the house to have it be taken away by someone else or from your unhappy owner whose policy on the subject is ‘No’.
Oh, how time flies. One year ago today, I brought this little girl home. It wasn’t planned. It never is. It was another instance of making the decision to take on one more, or leave them in their (usually bad) situation and feel guilty and wonder for the rest of my life. Of course I chose to bring her home. I already had TEN cats and dogs at home, but when you hear how it all went down, I’m sure you’ll see why saving animals like Ruby isn’t really just something random that happens, it’s something bigger going on that I never realize at the time. Ruby’s story is just another instance of that.
Most weeks are relatively quiet, until they’re not. This is one of those ‘not’ weeks. Wednesday night, Rosie decided to bring her late night dinner into the house. Fun non-fact, birds have approximately 35,0000 feathers. You can see that post/mess here: Excitement on Wednesday night
Today, I looked out to find a pleasant surprise…
Having ten cats and dogs brings a lot of excitement to the place. What they don’t create on their own, is made up by other yahoo’s that have included raccoons, opossums, skunks and even an armadillo once, that wander into the yard. On this particular night, it was one of my own causing the excitement.
Ahhh….Springtime. Things are greening up and warming up. The cats are happier to be able to spend more time outside. Sounds great, right? Wrong.
There are several reasons why I decided to start this blog. One big reason was to warn dog owners of the potentially fatal drug, Previcox. It is probably just known generically as an anti-inflammatory. Sounds harmless, right? Wrong. Actually, beyond wrong. But I’ll get into all that in an upcoming post. You won’t want to miss it, I promise.