Veterinarians. The people we entrust with our pets health in good times and in bad. While I truly believe veterinarians do the best they can, given what they have been taught and believe, and really do care about our pets, I also know that at the end of the day, they are only human, and as humans, not above making errors or being influenced by money. Blindly following them (sometimes against your gut feeling) without question can be detrimental to your pet’s health and/or your wallet, as I’ve experienced first hand on a few occasions.
One of the biggest headaches a pet owner can face is the dreaded flea. If you are one of the unfortunate flea-fighting warriors reading this, and you want to know how to get rid of fleas, hopefully this post will help you finally free your home and pet from the annoying little pests. If you are fortunate enough to be flea-free, I think you’ll find some valuable tips to ensure your home and pets stay that way.
If you’ve ever had a pet go missing, you might understand what I’m talking about. If not, let me share with you the reason why it’s so important to have good pet pictures. I’m not talking about the cute ones where they are sleeping or 1/2 a mile away from the camera or hiding behind the curtains, I’m talking well-lit, in the daylight, full body shots. The kind that you can put on posters to help identify your lost cat or dog.
If you’ve never heard of Cytauxzoonosis aka Bobcat Fever, it’s time to become familiar. As one of the most deadly diseases to affect cats that you’ve probably never heard of, it is well worth your time to know the details. Knowing them could mean the difference between life and death for your cat.
Because there is no law that says eggnog can only be enjoyed around the holidays, and because I always have a fresh supply of eggs and happen to be a year-round fan of it, I make eggnog whenever I want.
I admit it. I used to just be a ‘dog person’. Sure, I’d grown up with dogs AND cats, but they were mostly barn cats that did their own thing, and aside from playing with the half-wild kittens when they were still young enough to handle, there wasn’t a whole lot of interaction. They were kind of typical cats. They did their thing and us humans did ours. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cats, I’d just never been as close to a cat as I had my dogs. That give-or-take-them mentality followed me into adulthood, until five years ago this week, when a little orange and cream swirled cat forever changed how I feel about cats.