Vet Wisdom® Café

Why We Feel Better When We Help

I know that a blog reporting on a research study can be boring.

But a recent brain research study helped explain our behaviors and relationships when it comes to providing support and comfort for our pets, so I felt compelled to share it with you.

You can find the entire article in the March-April 2012 Spirituality and Health magazine. But, for now, here's the down and dirty version of the study and its conclusion.

Researchers at UCLA scanned the brains of 20 women while their boyfriends received painful electric shocks. (I know, I know. It sounds torturous and we have to wonder why people agree to participate in these studies, but the findings are revealing.)

At times, the women could hold their boyfriends' arms while they received the shock and, at other times, they were only allowed to squeeze a rubber ball as they watched. The article continues with a whole lot of brain talk, complete with words like amygdala, septal area, and CHOCOLATE!

It's the conclusion that I found interesting.

The findings showed that when the women were able to HOLD their boyfriends, there was increased activity in the reward-related region of their brains. Researchers also found that women who reported stronger connections with their boyfriends felt more pleasure about being able to provide support.

In a nutshell, then, it would seem that providing physical support (like hugging or holding) for a loved one who is in pain reduces our own stress and therefore makes us feel better. And, when we feel good, we're more likely to repeat the behavior and more likely to feel good about how we have supported our loved ones.

Why am I so fascinated by this particular study? Because I remember the days when it was quite common for veterinarians to discourage highly-bonded pet parents from holding their pets (or even being in the room!) while the pet was euthanized.

And I've talked with so many of those pet parents who still feel guilty about not comforting their animals when the pet most needed the comfort.

I know from my own clinical experience that pet parents who have been present when their pets died, who held them and petted them and felt they provided comfort, felt more at peace with the experience. This is why it is important for pet parents to understand the euthanasia process and to know they have the option of being with their pets when they die.

Perhaps those of us who have deep connections with our companion animals can feel a bit better when we lose them if we can hold them and be with them when they die.

This study scientifically reinforces what I know from experience. And that makes me happy.

--Laurel

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

On Sunday there was a new girl hanging out with our herd of oldsters. She may be new to the pasture – at least we hadn’t seen her before. It wasn’t a big surprise to find her there, because newbies often start their pasture life with the old ones. It is a much kinder, gentler herd.

They don’t chase you until you can’t even catch your breath.

They don’t try to kick the you-know-what out of you just because they can.

They are much more accepting.

That is, unless you behave with disrespect.

Then, in the way of wise elders in most cultures, they will remind you of your manners.

That’s what happened Sunday.

We named her Ginger because of her coloring. At first, she had no idea what we were doing with the alfalfa cubes, though she quickly caught on that we weren’t going to hurt her. And those cubes were pretty darned tasty.

For a while she was willing to wait her turn as I handed out treats to everyone else. But then, she became greedy.

Or anxious.

Or pushy.

In any case, she committed the first of several big no-no’s.

She tried to muscle the oldsters around.

She backed up and did a fake kick or two.

She pushed the others out of the way.

And that was it.

Amigo, Red, Baby and Chickadee moved almost in unison away from her.

They stood at one end of the fence line.

Ginger at the other.

She lost the safety and comfort of the group.

They were shunning her, communicating in horse language, “Girl you made a big mistake.”

Unfortunately Ginger didn’t get it.

When Bud finished eating his grain and we put him back into the pasture, she decided to take him on. She pushed him out of the way at the fence line.

Our sweet old appaloosa seemed surprised at her boldness.

Then it was as if a switch clicked on in him. He took out after this whippersnapper, chasing her around the fence area.

Then for good measure he gave a little kick. He can’t get those legs up too high, but the message was infinitely clear. “You need to show some respect for your elders.”

Ginger backed off, and Bud held his ground.

I’ve said it before – we teach others how to treat us. The wise herd of oldsters just gave me an advanced lesson.

Now I’m wondering if I’ll see Ginger the next time I go to feed. Will she learn to show the proper respect? I hope so, but in the end, it’s her journey.

Like it is for each of us, horse or human.

--Jean

The Wisdom in "Elderly Animals"

I ran across these photos the other day and just had to share them with you.

As veterinary professionals and/or pet parents, we are accustomed to seeing picture after picture of young, healthy, happy pets. Yet, like us, all animals age and show the signs of disease and debilitation.It's rare, though, for us to take photos of them during those stages. We really don't want to see them that way.

But, Isa Leshko does.

Isa is a photographer who is in the midst of caring for her aging mother who suffers with Alzheimer's disease. Isa feels she is coming to terms with her mother's signs of aging, not to mention her own aging process and mortality, through the elderly animals she studies and photographs.

"I have begun to view my images [of elderly animals] as testaments to endurance and survival," she says. Her unflinching look at animals who have grown scruffy, blind, and too thin give her a deeper understanding of what it means and looks like to live well into old age and in the midst of the dying process. "Perhaps by immersing myself in my fear, I will be able to dilute its power," she says.

I applaud Isa's work and hope you'll take a moment to look through her "Elderly Animals" images yourself. I think it's important to look because, in our culture, we are so adamant about sheltering and protecting ourselves from the realities of death and dying that we have no real skills or knowledge about how to handle it when we are confronted by it. 

Because it remains unfamiliar, we remain afraid. 

And, we continue to look away.

Isa's work is on display at the Houston Center for Photography April 27 through June 16. If you're not lucky enough to be in Houston during that time, you can see them at http://isaleshko.com/elderly-animals 

Leave a comment here and let me know how they affected you.

And come back to our blog on Fridays when Jean McBride writes about her own elderly horses and the ways Bud and Pepper reflect her own aging process. We love to hear your thoughts about our ongoing discussions!

--Laurel

Wordless Wednesday - Angus and Fezzig

These two sweet boys belong to my friends Rod and Rebecca. The big black kitty is Angus, and his counterpart is Fezzig (named after a character in the Princess Bride). 

--Tammy

Henry Update

So, it seems that Henry will have this new pattern. A few months of doing well, followed by a health crash. On Thursday last week, he spent the morning vomiting and crying. Then he curled up on a blanket and refused to move to eat, drink, or otherwise. We had appointments on Friday in Portland, which is a 2 hour drive from where we live. We couldn't cancel, so I decided I would call Henry's vet to see what I should do for him... (He still wasn't eating, and was very lethargic.) 

His vet did call us back, and we were able to make it back to town in time to bring Henry in before they closed the office for the weekend. Pshew. She checked him out, gave him some fluids, a pain medicine, an anti-nausea medicine, and an appetite stimulant. I brought him home, and he decided at about midnight on Friday, that eating sounded really good. By Saturday morning, he seemed just fine. 

Since the vet really can't find the underlying reason for his "crashes", she's got me giving him some pain meds still for the next couple of days. We're also going to add an appetite stimulant to his routine to see if that will keep him from crashing again. He seems to be back to his normal self now. Because I recognized what was going on from the last time, I was able to get him some help sooner than I had previously. 

Without doing way more extensive testing, I probably won't know what is causing Henry's issues. But, as long as I can keep him feeling OK with our palliative approach, that's what I choose to do. I appreciate our vet here so much. She really is great about finding things that work for me, as well as for Henry. Have you had to deal with a pet that had recurring illnesses? (The photo is Henry a few days ago - playing.) 

--Tammy

Red Panda Cuteness

It's Monday morning, day after the time change, and I'm behind already! But, I found this cuteness to share with you! (I've come across some VERY cute pandas lately!) I hope this helps your Monday go along a little more smoothly!

 

--Tammy

Do Cats Have Personalities?

Wisdom from Mija:

I recently overheard a conversation where two women were debating whether or not animals have personalities.

They were specifically talking about cats. It was obvious that one woman, the one who clearly believed that animals do NOT have personalities, was very misguided.

And she knew next to nothing about cats.

“Animals are not people,” she argued.

To that I wanted to say, “Well, duh. Of course we aren’t people.” But I wasn’t technically involved in this interchange.

She went on to say that animals are “just animals” without much in the way of brainpower. The only personality they (we) may have is placed upon them (us) by human beings.

Okay, that “brainpower” comment got me a bit riled.

In other words, without people, animals would have no personalities.

Isn’t that like the philosophical question, “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make noise?”

I’d like to know your thoughts. Where do you land on the question of animals having personality? Send me your best examples. (Photo of me was taken by Serene Calkins.)

--Mija

Free Eye Exams for Service Animals

In May of this year, the fifth annual ACVO/Merial National Service Dog Eye Exam Event (American College of Veterinary Ophthalmologists). 

Service dogs including guide dogs, handicapped assistance dogs, detection dogs, and search and rescue dogs will be eligible for these free exams during this event. (Other animals who work as service animals might qualify as well. A service donkey named Henry received an exam!) These wonderful animals provide service to many people and are invaluable in the services they provide. 

This event started in 2008 and since then more than 10,000 animals have received exams. During the free exams, the veterinarian will look for many possible problems including: redness, squinting, cloudy corneas, retinal disease, early cataracts, and other abnormalities. “Our hope is that by checking their vision, we will be able to help a large number of service animals better assist their human friends,” says Stacee Daniel, Executive Director of the ACVO.

In order to qualify, animals must be "active working animals" that were certified by a formal training program, organization, or are currently enrolled in a training program. You must first register the animal via an online registration form beginning on April 1, 2012 at www.ACVOeyeexam.org. Registration ends April 30th. Once registered online, the owner/agent will receive a registration number and will be allowed access to a list of participating ophthalmologists in their area and may contact a specialist to schedule an appointment. Appointments will take place during the month of May.  Times may vary depending on the facility and are filled on a first-come, first-served basis.

About the ACVO

The American College of Veterinary Ophthalmologists® is an approved veterinary specialty organization of the American Board of Veterinary Specialties, and is recognized by the American Veterinary Medical Association.  Its mission is “to advance the quality of veterinary medicine through certification of veterinarians who demonstrate excellence as specialists in veterinary ophthalmology.” 

About Merial

Merial is a world-leading, innovation-driven animal health company, providing a comprehensive range of products to enhance the health, well-being and performance of a wide range of animals. Merial employs approximately 5,600 people and operates in more than 150 countries worldwide. 

Other sponsors of the program include: Ocu-Glo Rx Canine Vision Supplement, I-Med Pharma, Welch Allyn as well as many non-profit supporters including the American Veterinary Medical Association, most state veterinary medical associations in the U.S. and Canada, American Society of Veterinary Medical Association Executives, and other national service animal organizations. 

Pass along this info if you know someone who has or works with a service animal who could benefit from this program!

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - One from the Archives

If you call World by the Tail, you might talk to this guy on the phone. This is Pete and our first dog named Bear. It was taken in the late 1970s!

--Laurel

Fuzz Update

So as of last Friday, Oscar wore his "cone of shame" for exactly one month. I've been allowing him to go without it during the days now, and starting tonight, we'll see about leaving it off for good. 

His belly fur has definitely started coming back. It's not thick yet, but he's not look quite so bald. (The new fur is very white instead of the darker grey of his other fur. I'm curious to see if it gets darker now as it grows more.) 

Overall, Oscar was a VERY good boy while wearing the cone. He found ways to do the things he wanted to do in spite of the inconvenience of the cone. He learned though, that it was quite easy to wake the humans using the cone. He would merely have to run the cone into the wall - it woke me up every time. He used it to full advantage. 

The thing that was hardest for him was not being able to groom himself (go figure!) He has been taking many baths since being without the cone, and his vet assured me that is normal, and to not worry. He has presented me with a couple of pretty big hairballs too. (Another thing that his vet said to not worry about as of yet since he's very happy about being able to groom again!) 

We're going to let things be as they are (without cone) for a while. And just see what happens. If he goes back to being crazy about his belly, we'll consider medicine (such as kitty prozac). His vet also told me that we might just allow him to be bald without medicating. As long as he doesn't go too crazy and make sores, bald is OK. 

I've spent a lot of time laughing at Oscar, I will admit. He's been quite entertaining while dealing with his cone. He has been very playful, but has gotten frustrated since he can't bite the toy. He kind of winds up huffing off since he can't do what he wants to do! (He got ahold of the "toy" in the picture here. And boy, was he pleased with himself. He wouldn't drop it and pulled me all around the house with it in his mouth. It's a piece of plastic package strapping - it is his favorite thing to play with!)  He has LOVED pets and scratches around his head and neck. And he has made me a little bit crazy by trying to scratch his head himself, but only really scratching at the cone. The noise!

I caught this video of him being uber cute. I was scratching his back and he was enjoying, as you can see. He would lick the inside of the collar as if he was able to groom himself! Very funny! (Ignore the messy house in the background. We're getting ready to relocate to a new apartment soon!) 

 

I'll keep you posted on his progress! 

--Tammy

Trying to Get Over the Grief of Losing a Pet

Today's post is a guest post. Sybil Sage wrote this to share with you. She is the creative force behind the mosaic urns available at her website - www.sybilsage.com.

There’s no song that captures the sadness you feel at losing a pet, no, “One less coat to untangle, one less water bowl to fill,” so you find yourself questioning if others are this devastated.  Minutes after our dog died, with her lifeless body on an examining table, the vet asked, “Would you like to have the remains returned to you?”  Neither my husband, our not-yet-ready-for-tragedy-aged son (is anyone ever?), nor I were prepared for the question.  A cremation urn is about death, totally antithetical to the fun and playfulness we associated with Z.C., our black and white shaggy Tibetan Terrier.  We shrugged and returned home, no “I’m so glad you’re back,” greeting awaiting us. 

I was desperate to help my son, but unsure what to do.  We were all overwhelmed by the sadness and emptiness.  For eleven years, Z.C. had been part of the daily routine, comforting and distracting us from the difficult, never the source of it, always ready to lick us out of a bad mood.  Now, when we most needed something uplifting, there was nothing to be had.  The three of us unashamedly cried, hugged and talked about our grief.  We fingered her leash and her red, vinyl raincoat, but the only activity that seemed to offer comfort was looking at pictures of Z.C.  I suggested we put all the photos into an album.  With each photo, one of us would say, “She was so cute.”  We each picked a favorite and made it our screensaver. 

Time was useful in the healing process.  Eventually, we adjusted, and missing Z.C. became the new normal.  Since photos were so therapeutic, I was determined to find a way to incorporate photos into the mosaic work I’d been doing.  After some experimentation, I figured out how to create a vase that would celebrate Z.C.  My son helped choose the photos and served as tech support, teaching me how to re-size pictures and print them.  I then designed a pattern, using carefully nipped plates (black and white Oneida Shadow plates the color as Z.C.’s coat) along with ceramic tiles and glass gems.  Using alphabet beads, I inserted Z.C.  (photo to the left)  Working together on the project was terrific, and the completed vase, with Z.C.’s sweet face looking out at us, brings the same smiles to our faces that she once did.  It’s not a conventional memorial, which is what makes it even more special. 

I was delighted when my niece asked if I’d design an urn for Cinnamon, a pound dog whose remains had been stashed away in a closet for four years.  The colors match the couch in their family room, and with Cinnamon’s tags tied on, the urn has an almost lifelike quality.  The teenage girls are delighted to have Cinnamon in the room where she used to romp. (photo below)

It doesn’t matter how old our children are, we hurt when they hurt.  The mother of an adult called, upset because her daughter had just put down her cat, Max.  “I’m so glad you’re doing these urns.  When she saw them on your web site, she burst into tears.  Will you do one for her?  I want to give it to her as a present.”  Max’s soulful face won me over and though I’d never met her cat, I felt sad.  The urn was finished the day before the remains would be returned to her.  Seeing the urn, she choked up.  “Max always made me feel serene, and you captured that.”  (photo below)

Her mother summed it up,  “These are not just pieces of art.  These are pieces of heart.”

There are others on my web site (www.sybilsage.com).  Clients choose the colors and provide me with photos that I embed into the mosaic design.  I've had unusual requests, and managed to include one dog's ribbon and stuffing from a couch on another urn (story withheld to protect the reputation of the dog).  The collaborations feel as if they are the start of what I hope is a healing process.  One client from Texas sent me delicious pralines along with her dog's tags.

--Sybil Sage

Stop and Take a Breath

I don’t know if you’re feeling the crush of projects to complete, commitments to honor, people to please, and in general, just a whole lot to do.

I am.

A huge work-related project has fallen into my lap with an early deadline and I feel buried.

Stifled.

Exhausted before I even begin.

For me, that often means I need a good old-fashioned dose of nature.

So I sorted through my photos to find one of my favorite photographs.

This picture of the late afternoon sky at the pasture always makes me feel better.

When I look at it, I remember to breathe deeply.

I sink into the clouds and the memory of the day when I pulled out my camera to get the shot.

My heart stops racing.

And I remember who I am and that I can get through anything by breaking it down into manageable steps.

If that sounds like a lot to get from one photograph, it may be. But somehow in the great mystery of life, it does just that for me.

And I offer it to you in hopes that it will do the same for you.

--Jean

Panda Thief

No, someone didn't make off with a panda!

I loved this adorable video though. It's a sibling pair of pandas. They each have a treat, but one wants BOTH treats! 

I love these videos showing us that animals are a lot like humans (Or is it that WE are a lot like animals?!) 

 

Have you ever seen your pets do something like this? I know when we had our little Miss Girl, she would try to push all of the other cats out of the way so she could have their treats!

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - Catnip

I dug back in my archives for today's pic. This is Oscar (with belly fur!) He was having a little fun with the empty catnip container! He's a big fan :)

--Tammy

What is EoL Care and Does Your Vet Do It Well?

In her recent The Bond and Beyond column (Jan 2012) in Veterinary Practice News, Dr. Alice Villalobos says,

"It's time for us to declare, once and for all, that end of life is a distinctly new stage of life. Veterinarians were taught to support four main stages of life [Puppy&Kitten/Adult/Senior/Geriatric]. We were not educated to focus our professional attention and develop the skills and expertise for the very important and inevitable "End of Life" Stage. We need to provide more EoL services because society's human-animal bond demands more care in this area..."

Dr. Villalobos goes on to say that, due to the option--and some would say privilege--of euthanasia, veterinarians were taught to spare animals suffering, rather than support them through the dying process.

And, in fact, some veterinarians don't want that to change. One of her colleagues told Dr. Villalobos that he is against palliative medicine and hospice for pets because "it drags out the inevitable."

But, Dr. Villalobos counters,

"Some are reluctant to discuss the EoL stage because it makes them uncomfortable. But, discomfort should not prevent us from educating clients to understand that we care and are prepared to help their pets."

I provided end-of-life client support as part of the clinical veterinary team for 20 years while I taught at CSU. But, as a mental health professional, there were so many limits on what I could actually do to help the pets and pet parents who sought comfort. I truly believe that the most effective care that can be provided for pets and people alike during the EoL stage comes from those trained in veterinary medicine.

I applaud Dr. Villalobos's insight and call to action in terms of developing this treatment stage. As a pet parent, I want options when my pets are diagnosed with the diseases that will eventually take their lives. I don't want to feel that I only have two choices---to keep my pet alive with diminishing quality of life or euthanize quickly to spare further suffering.

I know there is often quite a bit of good quality time between those options if we have the right amount of pain control for comfort.

What do you think? Should veterinary teams be better trained in End of Life care---for both pets and the people who love them?

What experiences have you had with your vets? Please leave a comment with your thoughts! Thanks!

--Laurel

Pudding to the Rescue

Wow! This is an amazing story. 

A woman recently adopted two cats (Pudding and Wimsy) from a shelter. They had lived together and their owner died. Shortly after taking the kitties home, Pudding is credited with saving her life!

She went into a diabetic seizure. Pudding apparently "planted his weight on her chest and, when he could not wake her, began swatting her face and biting her nose." This was enough to rouse her out of her seizure enough to call to her son for help. Pudding went into her son's room then and jumped on his bed too. He was then able to get the help she needed!

Sweet Pudding has found a forever home, for sure! 

Have you ever had an animal help you out in a crisis situation? (Full story and photo here.)

--Tammy

The Siren Song of Mint Milanos

Miss Pepper and I share a weakness. It’s a flaw really in our otherwise sterling characters. You see there are certain foods that we love to eat.

Love to eat so much that we’re tempted to overeat them. They call to us in an oh-so-tempting whisper, like a voice you’d hear in a science fiction movie.

“Oh Jean,” they sing in their sultry, seductive voices.

“You have Mint Milano cookies in the cupboard.”

In the early stages, I’m usually able to resist. But they’re prepared for that. These sirens are patient and sneaky. They just keep calling.

“One little cookie won’t hurt anything. Will it? Aren’t you hungry?”

Eventually the voices win and I walk to the kitchen, open the cupboard and break into the package of cookies.

Big mistake.

Once they’re open it’s much easier to slip one or two out.

Repeatedly.

Oh, I don’t eat the entire package at once. That would be gluttony and I’d be sick.

No, the sirens are ever so much more subtle. Over the next few days, they cajole and I respond. Here a cookie, there a cookie, everywhere a cookie, and before I know it, the package is empty. Gone. No more Mint Milanos and the only thing to show for it is a slightly snugger fit to my jeans.

Pepper’s Version

Pepper has a little different story, though it’s still about hearing voices. She has a particular fondness for alfalfa cubes. And even though she loves her latest feed mix of grain and shredded beet pulp softened in water, she thinks about those delicious green cubes. They call to her, just as the cookies call to me.

I’ve had to remove the white bucket of cubes from her line of sight, or she won’t eat her grain. You may remember that this summer we had to set up what I called the "Dessert Bar,” where we put the hay cubes and horse candy out of Pepper’s view until she ate her grain.

We’re in a new pasture for the winter and there’s no good place for the dessert bar. I put them on the side of the car where Pep won’t see them. This worked for a day or so, until our smart girl figured it out. Somewhere in the middle of eating her grain, the hay cubes call to her.

“Oh Pepper, wouldn’t you like a yummy hay cube?”

They continue calling until she stops eating grain and saunters around the car in search of the cubes. She quickly learned where I was hiding them.

Then I resort to locking them in the back seat of the car and remind her she has grain to finish. In the photo above, Rick is the enforcer. “Eat your lunch,” he says in a stern voice.

On the day that particular photo was taken, Miss. P. ended up cleaning her plate, so to speak. We were ecstatic because it meant she got the full dose of Bute, which isn’t always the case.

Then she was allowed to indulge in a few hay cubes. Eat your meal first and then you can have dessert. Isn’t that the mantra of every good parent?

Just Don’t Buy them

I solve my Milano issue by simply not having them in the house. Most of the time that works – unless they start singing to me in the grocery store.

I have to be especially vigilant when I’m shopping in the late afternoon, because the song is strongest then.

What’s Your Weakness?

So what calls to you? Come on, I know there’s something. We’re human (or equine) and we have cravings. Is it sweet or salty? I know folks who can’t have a box of Wheat Thins on the premises. Or chips. So what’s your weakness? Pepper and I want/need some company.

--Jean

P.S. Please don’t call the authorities about this whole “hearing voices” thing. Really we are both quite sane.

 

Honoring Soldiers with a Horse-drawn Hearse

My husband and I live a bit outside of town, so we get our electricity from the Poudre Valley Rural Electric Association. They publish a sweet little magazine called Colorado Country Life.

The January 2012, issue features a story about Lorraine Melgosa who lives in a tiny Colorado Farming community of 500 in southeastern Colorado. Lorraine owns the Welllington Carriage Company, which makes use of a 1867 James Cunningham & Sons antique carriage, or hearse, to provide dignity and ceremony for families who desire a slower, more meaningful funeral for their loved ones.

The hearse is pulled by her magnificent Percheron horse named Duke. Together, Duke and Lorraine have provided horse-drawn hearse services for more than 700 funerals for over 17 years.  Many of those honored have been soldiers being taken to their final resting places after dying in the wars in Afghanistan or Iraq.

I was very moved by the article about Lorraine and her work. Along with her passion for her mission to help provide dignified, ceremonial funeral processions, she also expressed passion for the horses, especially Duke, who make her business possible. Lorraine and her horses are truly partners in her business and it made me wonder what it might be like to work with and be financially dependant on an animal every day.

If you work with an animal, I'd love to hear what it's like for you. What have you learned from this arrangement?

You can follow Lorraine at facebook.com - Duke the funeral horse.

--Laurel

Wordless Wednesday - Bear and His Girls

Laurel's family - Daughters Bryn and Kaia with their dog Bear. 

Kitty Updates

So, Henry went to the vet last week for a check-up. 

He has gained a full pound since his last vet visit - he's back up to nine pounds! (If you remember, he got down to just under six pounds at his lowest... skin and bones!) He looks healthy to the vet (and me!) (That is Henry all curled up in the "pike" position - and Ben behind him.)

She did some blood work - checked out his liver values because that seems to most often be the issue. He passed with flying colors! He is going to continue to be on a low dose of prednisone as that seems to really keep him doing well. We'll consider weaning down the amounts if he does OK. 

We call Henry our "boomerang kitty" because he always bounces back!

Oscar is still wearing his "cone of shame". He is starting to get some hair back on his belly - it's very fuzzy and the hair is white! I wonder if it will become more grey as it grows? He is doing pretty well with the cone. He gets pretty frustrated at times - bumps into stuff a lot, and can't scratch itches. He has learned that jumping up by my head and bumping me with the cone wakes me up at night. (Darn cat!) 

And then there's Ben. We don't talk about Ben as much since he's our healthy boy! He doesn't have to have any medicine, or even vet visits very often! He loves being back in Oregon, and getting to spend some time on our balcony. He thought he had himself a bird the other day! I was glad I was watching - it was very cute. A little sparrow landed on the balcony, and Ben got very excited! :) 

How are your pets? 

--Tammy

Sweet Advertisement

Now, first off, I am not getting paid by Purina to post this. And, I'm not even recommending their product. 

However, this ad is just too cute and sweet to not share with you! I'm not someone who watches TV and chooses my favorite commercials. (In fact, we don't even have TV currently!) When we do have TV access, we record what we want to watch and skip the commercials. But once in a while, there is an ad that's worth watching! Enjoy this one! 

 

Do you have a favorite animal-related ad? 

--Tammy

Dress Code for the Pasture

My father worked from home. He was an attorney who ran his law practice out of our family house. I guess you could say I received my entrepreneurial/self-employment training directly from him. 

Looking back over his life, I am struck by what a dedicated professional he was. He sat at a small desk that had originally belonged to my older sister. He had a file cabinet, a straight-backed chair, and a Smith-Corona typewriter. And with those minimal tools, he managed to do amazing legal work.

When I look around my office today at the numerous tools and supplies, I’m a little embarrassed. Do I really need those color-coded file folders, several different tablets, at least twenty different pens and pencils and markers? And what about the computer, scanner, and printer? I wonder if I could even produce a piece of writing, let alone a legal brief, on a typewriter and carbon paper? (Pictured is my father and my son.)

Dress Up Every Day

Daddy would dress for work every day. There was no sitting at the desk in casual attire for him. His uniform was dress slacks, a shirt and tie.

Every day.

It was his routine and he took great pride in his clothing. In fact, I can hardly remember him wearing anything casual, unless we were in the mountains on a picnic, or on vacation. I learned from him the importance of dressing like a professional. No slouches allowed!

Like Father, Like Daughter?

Like my father, I too would dress for the day. Every day my routine was to apply makeup and wear nice clothes, and most of the time jewelry – at the very least I always wore earrings. I did this even on Saturdays and Sundays. Wearing casual, grubby clothes simply wasn’t what I did.

Fast forward to today

Things have changed and I hope Daddy doesn’t mind too terribly much.

I recently had the awareness that I’d quit wearing earrings when I’m working at home, which of course these days is nearly all the time.

When I go to the pasture to feed our two old sweeties, I have an entirely different dress code. Dangly earrings don’t seem to work. And nice clothes, well they just get ruined.

How Many Times Do I Change?

So then my challenge was this: Do I dress up in the morning and then change mid day when I head to the pasture? And then change back when I return home? I don’t think so. The thought of so much changing wears me out.

And what about makeup? It seemed rather silly and self-centered to be putting on eye shadow for the horses. They don’t care, so why am I going to this extra step? As for lipstick, if it’s creamy or glossy at all, I get bits of hay and dust stuck to my lips. Besides, I’m trying to be more comfortable in my own, unadorned skin.

Dressing for the pasture has a much more utilitarian flavor. In winter, I need clothing that keeps me warm and dry. And in summer, I need clothing that protects me from the dry grass and stubble. And of course, I need clothing that is washable. Pretty simple really.

Is This About Aging?

I sometimes wonder if my shift away from wearing makeup and dressing professionally is simply a part of aging. I’d like to think I’ve become more at ease with who I am and don’t need those outer embellishments to authenticate me. In truth, I’m still working on that one. When I go to my office or teach a class or go to a friend’s home, I fall back into my makeup/nice clothing routine. It feels right for those occasions.

And I’m nowhere close to being ready to altogether give up the fun of clothes, jewelry and makeup.

What’s your dress code? How do you face your workday? I’d love to hear.

--Jean

She LOVES Sloths

So, you probably know by now, but one of my favorite things to do is to keep up on pointless celebrity gossip. When I saw this video from an Ellen TV segment, I knew I had to share it. It made me get all teary! 

Kristen Bell apparently LOVES sloths. Her boyfriend surprises her with a visit from a sloth for her birthday. She totally flips out, and even gets emotional in telling Ellen the story! It's so cute. 

 

Is there an animal that you love like she loves sloths? I am pretty enamored of turtles myself, but I don't think I've ever gotten so emotional about one! 

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - Levi and Chamois

One of the staff at World by the Tail shared this photo. The puppy is Chamois who is now quite elderly. The other dog is Levi, who has since passed away. Aren't they adorable?!

Are Guidelines for Pet Parents a Good Idea?

Every once in a while, I'm surprised by someone I think I know fairly well. And, what usually surprises me is their attitude about pets, or animals, in general.

My surprise comes when the person reveals a belief that animals are merely on the planet for our use or enjoyment and are certainly "disposable" or "replaceable," if need be.

I encountered such a person a couple of weeks ago, just after I read a blog by Dr. Nancy Kay (author of Speaking for Spot).  Dr. Kay's blog was about the new AVMA Guidelines for Responsible Pet Ownership. While I was reading the blog, I found my inner cynic awakening.

"Gee, aren't we past the time when people who live with pets need to be reminded how to treat them?" I asked myself.

Then, I heard my acquaintance tell another friend that she had packed her dogs off to the pound because she no longer had the energy to deal with them. They had become, in her words, "liabilities, rather than assets."

Well, apparently we do need some Guidelines!

I know these Guidelines are enforceable, but, if everyone considering the adoption of a pet or currently living with a pet would abide by them, we'd have fewer animals in shelters, veterinarians who could afford to stay in business, and pet parents who would survive their pets guilt and regret free.

Guidelines include:

• Committing to the relationship for the entire life of the pet(s).
• Establishing and maintaining a veterinarian-client-patient relationship.
• Recognizing declines in the pet(s) quality of life and making decisions in consultation with a veterinarian regarding appropriate end-of-life care (e.g. palliative care, hospice, euthanasia).

Check out the entire list of Guidelines on the AVMA website.

And, then let us know what you think about them. Based on your experiences, what would you add? 

--Laurel

We Are the Lucky Ones

Last week, I was able to share a photo with you from a pet parent who had received a ClayPaws® print when their cat, Lucky, was euthanized. He shared Lucky's story with me as well. 

Lucky had shown up at their camp one weekend. She seemed to have been dropped off on the roadside and wandered through the woods. She was very skinny and had was losing the control of her back legs. He and his wife took her in and immediately took her to the vet hospital in their area. She was about 2 months old at that point. They called her Lucky because she found her family at the camp and found a forever home with them. 

I got to thinking after hearing Lucky's story. I think that we, as pet parents, are the lucky ones. Having a Lucky come into their lives wasn't something this family was looking for, but they had 9+ years with her and she brought them much pleasure and laughter over the years. So, yes, Lucky was lucky, but so were her pet parents! (And I know they agree.) 

I have had many kitties in my life. Several of them I helped out of bad situations (Bear, Zen, Melvin, and even our current boys, Ben and Henry, and our little Miss Girl.) So, are they lucky to have me? Yep. But, I feel more lucky to have had them!)

Melvin wasn't really my cat, but the short time he was in my life was great! (I might have one photo of him, but I can't find it to share with you.) He was a fighter, a big orange Tom-cat who decided that I was good people. He came to my house and he ate with my Bear cat. (He didn't fight with Bear, amazingly.) He wouldn't let anyone touch him to begin with, but I was patient with him. I had mono during the time that Melvin was coming around. I was stuck at home for over 2 months. I would sit outside on my little front stoop and talk to Melvin. He eventually let me pet him. 

I don't know what happened to Melvin. He just stopped coming around one day. I hold out hope that he found a new home, but... who knows? I missed seeing the crazy cat. I called him Melvin after Jack Nicholson's character in the movie As Good As It Gets. He didn't like people to touch him either. 

So, was Melvin lucky to have found me? Yes, certainly, but I was more lucky to have the time with him. It was a short period of time - maybe a year. He was a scrapper - often had torn up ears and battle scars. But he always had a little time to hang out with me. I felt needed when Melvin came around. I was lucky to have that orange cat in my life. 

Time with pets is fleeting. I know that nine years with Lucky certainly wasn't long enough for her family. My one year or so with Melvin wasn't enough, but I count myself lucky to have had the time. Even though losing a pet, however that happens, to old age, euthanasia, or disappearance is one of the hardest things I've faced, I'll do it all over again, and again, and again. 

What pet have you been lucky to know? 

--Tammy

Too Much Time on the Computer Blues

I’ve waited as long as I possibly can to address this growing problem. I don’t want to be rude or insensitive, but I feel compelled to say this, “Step away from the computer. Your cat needs attention!”

Too Much Time

You see at our house, Jean spends a HUGE part of her day on the computer. She’s a writer and that’s where she writes. I understand that, really I do. But in my opinion, the time she spends clacking on the keyboard or reading things on the screen has increased to unacceptable levels.

Seriously, how much writing can one person do?

What About Me?

My main concern is that her computer time is interfering with my daily routine. Lately I’ve developed a taste for being held. I like to snuggle and give hugs by pressing my head into Jean’s neck as she holds me. My favorite position is when she is standing. I don’t know why I didn’t try it sooner, because this is really nice. I know she likes it too, so don’t think I’m being totally selfish.

I try sitting in her lap when she’s working at the computer. Frankly, it’s just not that comfortable. My head sometimes clunks against the edge of the desk. Or I feel trapped under the desk, which makes me feel claustrophobic and cranky. In other words, it doesn’t work for me.

Cat Versus Internet

When I sit on the desk beside the computer monitor, I’m tempted to bat at the papers scattered around, or do a bit of typing myself. Both of these seem to irritate her. I do get the chance to learn a thing or two when we’re surfing the Internet together. That’s where I found this great cartoon called The Oatmeal. You really must treat yourself by following this link and taking a look at his cartoon called, “Cat VS Internet.” This guy knows cats. Really well. And I got some ideas from reading the whole cartoon. Some really good ideas. You’ll have to read it to see what I mean.

Oh the Irony of it All

In case you’re wondering, the irony of me finding this wonderful cartoonist on the computer, while I’m complaining to you about Jean spending too much time there, has NOT escaped me. Cats are masters of irony.

More hugging and less computing! There are animals and people out there who need you. Just say you’ll think about it.

Please.

Consider it my public service announcement for the day.

--Mija

The Dreaded Cone of Shame

So one day recently, Oscar took over the blog with his "grousings". Little did he know, but more trouble was headed his way!

For several months, Oscar has been obsessively grooming his belly. He has gone so crazy with grooming,that his belly is almost completely bald. --> 

Before we moved - I took him to the vet in California. She thought the possibility existed that the cats had fleas (icky... I've never dealt with fleas!) So, we treated them all hoping that it would help Oscar. She also gave him a shot of prednisone in case he had an allergy. The hope was that these two things would stop his attack on his belly. 

Then we moved! So, neither thing stopped Oscar's grooming habits. So, when we got to Oregon, I took him to our vet here. (It was nice to already know a vet back in Oregon!) She didn't think that fleas were playing a role (pshew!) but said we should go ahead and continue with flea treatments for all of the cats since we're in an area where fleas are common. (So, we have done that!) 

She decided to do some bloodwork on Oscar to make sure there wasn't something bigger wrong. His results all came back very normal, with no apparent issues. (Good news for my old boy!) Our vet here thinks that it is very likely just behavioral for Oscar. Her next idea was to try using an e-collar to break him of the habit of licking his belly. Yikes. I gave it about a week, but since he didn't stop, I broke down and visited the vet again to get the dreaded "cone of shame" for Oscar. 

He has been wearing it for almost a week now. I was SHOCKED how well he settled down after I put it on him. I really thought it would be much more of a struggle. He ran around like crazy for about 20 minutes after, but then seemed to just resign himself to wearing it.

He's had a hard time getting around without running into things. (And I have to admit, we humans laugh at him way more than we probably should!) He scoots their food bowls around a lot to get bites. And he dips the collar into the water frequently - drenching his front. He has also gotten cat litter stuck all over it a few times - necessitating a good washing. 

The funniest thing so far is when he tries to lick. He sits "buddha" style and tries to lick his belly, but since he can't, he winds up just licking the inside of the collar. It's very pathetic! 

I don't know if this is going to stop him, but hopefully it will! I'm not sure how long he'll need to wear it - the vet thought maybe even as long as a month. Time enough to let the hair grow back on his belly (it's still pretty bald!) and break the obsession cycle! I'll keep you posted! 

Have any of you faced obsessions like this with your pets? How have you helped them? If the e-collar doesn't work for Oscar, we may be looking at trying something like kitty prozac to help him out. 

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - Ben Loves Shoes

This is Ben. He's a really sweet boy, and he LOVES shoes. He often cuddles up with a pair our shoes. Here he is hugging a pair of my husband's shoes. Many times, he will bury his head IN the shoes, too. 

Do your cats have any odd habits like Ben does? 

--Tammy

Keepsakes for Parents - Pet and Human?

I'm curious.

I know many of you who read this blog have received a ClayPaws® print from your pet when your pet died. And, I know how much this print means to you.

But, if you had to face the loss of a child, or any human family member, would you also be comforted by a clay handprint if the hospital made one for you? This is a question we are pondering at World by the Tail because some doctors and nurses who received ClayPaws® prints of their pets are asking us if we can provide them for people, too.

We think it could be a wonderful way to help grieving families. Do you?

I'm interested in hearing your opinions about his practice. What might be the pros and cons of receiving a handprint of your loved one? If you're a medical or mental health professional, would you take the time and be willing to become emotionally involved enough with patients to take this extra step in providing care?

Please lend me your insights. I trust your opinions!

Leave a comment and let's see where this idea might go!

--Laurel

Oscar Worthy Animal Performances?

I read an article the other day about animal performances in movies that might be worthy of an award. Apparently a website called the Dog Daily News (I had some trouble accessing their site, so click with care) created their own awards for dogs called the Golden Collar Award, and Director Martin Scorcese got wind of them. 

His movie,  Hugo, is nominated for ELEVEN Oscars in the upcoming awards. (We saw Hugo last weekend. Unfortunately, it was only playing in 2D, but it was still a wonderful film - very magical!)

But his dog actor, a black doberman called Blackie, was not nominated! Scorcese wrote an op-ed piece in the LA Times about Blackie and his astonishment that she was not nominated. 

Scorcese wrote, "I'm proud of Blackie, who laid it on the line and dared to risk the sympathy of her audience. Let's just say that on the set, she had a fitting nickname: Citizen Canine. The bath scene alone is a masterpiece of underplaying, with Blackie's wonderfully aquiline face accentuated by the 3-D.... I protest the omission of Blackie the Doberman from the first Golden Collar nominations." Scorcese goes on to request that LA Times readers send write-in nominations to the Dog Daily News for Blackie. 

Well, Scorcese has been successful, and Blackie has been added to the list of nominees. Blackie will go up against Uggie who was in both The Artist and Water for Elephants, Cosmo who was in the movie Beginners, Denver who was in the movie 50/50, and Hummer who was in the movie Young Adult. Winners will be announced on February 13. 

Who do you think will win? Have you seen any of the dogs who were nominated? Or do you think they forgot a dog who should have been considered, like Blackie? I've seen Hugo and Water for Elephants. Of the two performances, I think that Blackie was more memorable, so I'd have to go with her as my choice! 

--Tammy

Fleeced

One afternoon, weeks ago when the weather started turning cold, I went looking for Mija. I hadn’t seen or heard from her in hours and I was getting concerned.

I checked all the usual hangouts-on the bed, under the bed, and any puddle of sun that had splashed onto the floor.

No Mija.

Where was she?

That’s when I happened to notice a peculiar, cat-shaped lump in a sheepskin throw that we keep folded at the foot of our bed.

I ran my hand across the lump and it made a noise. It wasn’t exactly a meow. It was more like a swear word.

So that’s where she hides on these cold days.

Nearly every day since, I notice that Mija has wriggled into the folds of the fleece.

It’s her late morning to mid-afternoon routine.

She’s always been a burrowing girl. She loves to snuggle under the covers in bed with us. She’s been known to crawl into a pile of laundry fresh from the dryer. (She’s smart enough to know to avoid the dirty laundry!) In the photo above she’s snuggled into a clean pair of jeans.

Me too!

I’ve also fallen in love with fleece, though you’ll be relieved to know I’m not burrowing into a blanket.

I have three fleece pullover tops that have become my winter uniform. Honestly, it’s a rare day that I’m not wearing one of them at least for some part of the day. The tops are cozy, have no bulk, and they keep me warm without ever being too hot.

So there you have it-Mija and I are spending our winter cocooned in fleece. How are you keeping warm?

--Jean

 

ClayPaws Prints in the News!

I picked up our local Coloradoan newspaper the other day and flipped over to the Life section.

Yes, I admit it. I'm not a news junkie. While I care deeply about contributing to society and my community in a positive way, I don't like reading about murders and cranky polititians. I prefer lighter fare. So, I usually postpone the hard news and turn first to the feature stories.

Imagine my surprise when the first thing I saw on page B3 was a beautiful ClayPaws® print and the greying face of a sweet, old dog named Ruby.

The accompanying story was from The Nashville Tennessean newspaper.  It had been picked up by our local paper and given a Fort Collins polish. In the article, Ruby's parents, along with their veterinarian, were interviewed about the care they had received through their local pet hospice service.  It was a very positive article about the difference end-of-life care and compassion can make in our lives when we need a little extra TLC.

I'm encouraged to see how pet hospice programs are growing in our country. I think they're the wave of the future, in terms of how, where, and when we will say good-bye to our beloved companion animals. And I'm proud that ClayPaws® prints are a small part of this very helpful trend.

Have you had experience with a pet hospice?  Leave a comment and let all of us know how it went for you.

--Laurel

Wordless Wednesday - Lucky's Tribute

Last week, we received a wonderful email from William. He and his wife just had to make the decision to euthanize their cat, Lucky. They shared this wonderful photograph with us, and allowed us to share it with you. 

William said, "When we picked up Lucky's ashes we did not expect to also receive Lucky's paw print in clay as well.  What a wonderful surprise and concept.

I thought that I would share a photo of the free standing walnut plaque that now displays Lucky's paw print that I recently made.  The clay paw print is recessed into the surface.  Lucky's paw print now sits on a shelf among many other family photos." 

Thank you for sharing your Lucky with us. We're so sad for your loss. 

--Tammy

Grumpy Grousings

I'm Oscar. I've taken over the keyboard to bring you some of my musings. 

You all know that I'm aging, as Tammy has told you. Well, just so you know, it's not all bad - this getting older thing. Sure, it's harder to jump up on things than it used to be, and sometimes getting down is also a little bit more complicated. But, the good news is, since I can't get onto the kitchen counter now, I don't get in trouble for THAT anymore!

I recommend that you try taking life a little less seriously. Tammy really likes it when I play like a kitten. (I guess it's funny for an old boy like me to chase after toys!) She shared that video of me with you last week. I'm not sure why she thought she needed to capture that. I was just proud of catching the toy, and didn't want to drop it. There are two other cats here who like to horn in on play time, you know! 

And I've also learned that sleeping belly up is the way to go. Let it all hang out! There's no reason not to - don't feel self-conscious. (Tammy, for some reason, seems to think that because I'm belly up, I want my belly rubbed. It wasn't true when I was 2 years old, and it's still not true at almost 15. Some things never change!) 

Oh, and one other thing - cats really like it when their humans decide to be home all the time! It's great to have Tammy at home all day with us, even though she works a lot, she pays attention to us too, and it's great! Remember to spend some time with your pets too, even if you can't stay at home a lot. We like the love and attention! 

(Hey, I didn't sound too grumpy, did I?!) 

--Oscar (with Tammy's typing help)

Dancing Kitty

I've come across a plethora of cute videos lately! It's hard to choose which to share! But this one definitely needs a share with you. It entertained me, and made me wonder. What is up with this cute, crazy cat?! Have your cats (or dogs) ever done anything like this? 

 

--Tammy

Duck, Duck, Goose

Remember the children’s game called Duck, Duck, Goose? We’d stand in a circle and the person who was “it” would walk around the outside of the circle, touching each person and say the word “duck.” With girls the taps were always gentle, with boys, sometimes not so gentle.

We’d wait, holding our breath and listening for the one time when instead of saying “duck” the person who was it said, “goose.” If that happened, you had to run around the circle as fast as you could, trying to avoid being tagged. Once caught, you became “it.”

I swear Pepper knows this game.

At least her version of it. We had snow recently. When we went to feed, we found the little herd of oldsters hanging out in the shed. No surprises there.

I could easily get Bud and Pepper into an adjoining pasture, feed them and then return them to their friends and the shelter of the shed. After a couple times of doing that we realized we could drive right into the adjoining pasture, which made things much easier.

If you’ve climbed back and forth through a wire fence that’s been stretched tight, you know how totally clumsy you can look. I was grateful to give that little exercise up for the time being. With horses it seems like you’re always doing something with a fence.

Back to Duck, Duck, Goose

Pepper finished her grain and when I approached her to return her to her friends, she decided she wasn’t quite ready. She made a large circle in the fresh snow with me walking behind her. Every so often I’d get close enough to touch her. That’s when the game flashed into my mind. I felt exactly like that kid who had to keep walking around the circle, because I never could catch the person I’d tagged. (Don’t worry, this has not permanently damaged me. I’ve explored my Duck, Duck, Goose experiences many times in therapy!)

I knew enough to stop this game pretty quickly. In the horse world, chasing a horse never gets you what you want. Horses are prey animals, hard wired to flee when they perceive danger. So I stopped, and sure enough, Pepper came to me. I slipped the lead rope around her neck and led her to the gate.

She was chuckling.

And so was I.

When we got back into the truck, I told my husband that we were playing Duck, Duck, Goose. He looked at me as if I was speaking Chinese. Then he shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder about you,” he muttered.

“Only sometimes?”

That was the sum total of my snappy comeback.

--Jean

Domestic Violence Shelters and Pets

Were you aware that many women who need the assistance of a battered women's shelter will not leave their abusers because their animals can't come with them to most shelters? I didn't either until I read this story last week.

This woman and her Great Dane had both been pushed from a second story window (after she was beaten with a hammer) by her boyfriend. She was trying to leave and go to a shelter, but they wouldn't allow her dog too. She refused to leave without him. The shelter chose to make an exception for her.

The executive director said that the shelter realized what a difference it makes in the lives of women to have their pets with them. "40 percent of women will not leave their pets, so they live in their cars or they stay." The shelter, Rose Brooks Center in Kansas City, MO now accepts pets. They are expanding to include 25 more beds, and seven kennels.

Were you aware of these statistics? I didn't know! It makes sense to me. If I were ever in this situation, it would be extremely difficult for me to consider leaving without the cats. I would worry for their safety if I left too! I'm pleased to hear that shelters are realizing this and are now starting to allow women to seek shelter along with their pets! (Full story and image.)

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - Black Fox

This gorgeous creature (a black fox) was spotted in Loveland, CO (a few miles from the World by the Tail offices). It is near the home of my close friend Rebecca's parents. From what I can tell looking around online, black foxes are pretty rare! Beautiful! Thanks for letting us share!

--Tammy

Kitten Agility

Have you ever seen a cat training on an agility course?! Well, I hadn't until I came across this wonderful video!! I think, if or when, Mike and I get a kitten, we should train it for agility courses! I wonder what my old boys would do with this?! How would your cats respond?

 

--Tammy

Oscar Playing

I've shared quite a bit here lately about my old man, Oscar, and his signs of aging. One day last week, he decided he wanted to PLAY. Usually he'll take a few swipes at a toy and be done with it. But this day, he played with me and their toy for about 30 minutes!

I pulled out my camera and was able to get a few videos of him playing. He likes to get the toy in his mouth and then not let go. He purrs and meows (through the toy - his mouth barely moves!) And then he leads me around. I'm not sure where he thinks he's going, or what he's really doing, but it makes me laugh!

It was so great to see him playing - I enjoyed the time immensely!I hope you enjoy this little video. (The whistle you hear is me. It's Oscar's special whistle. Often he "talks" back to me when I whistle at him!) 

 

--Tammy

The Council of Grandmothers

“Every morning I get up and I pray for all sentient beings…humans, animals, even birds. They all need happiness.”

-Grandmother Tsering Dolma Gyaltong, Tibetan

One afternoon a few months ago when I was feeding our two old sweeties, Baby’s people were walking her back from the barn.

She nickered as she approached. I think it was as much to say hello to me, as it was to greet her herd. Baby is one of my biggest fans because she LOVES the treats I hand out.

I tried to start a conversation. “Hi, I’m Jean.”

The twenty-something girl responded with a lukewarm response.

“She’s such a pretty little thing,” I said as I looked at Baby.

“I guess, but I hope her coat turns darker. Right now, I think she’s kind of ugly.”

I stroked Baby’s neck. “Well, I think she’s adorable just as she is.”

Silence.

The young woman led Baby into the pasture, and then secured the gate. “I don’t know why she hangs out with all these old horses,” she said.

I thought her tone was rather snippy.

“I think she feels safe in this herd,” I answered, not sure why I bothered to continue the discussion.

I felt protective of Baby, who didn’t need to hear that in someone’s eyes, she wasn’t good enough. No one needs to hear that – horse or human.

I felt protective of the band of oldsters who indeed took her in last February when she was new to the pasture. As a yearling, she was inexperienced and vulnerable.  The oldsters provided safety when she was being chased all over the pasture by the young, upstart horses. I wondered if Baby’s people knew any of this.

But what stayed with me all these months later are this young woman’s comments about the old horses. It was as if she really believes they have no value. Like it is something shameful that Baby lives among old horses. And is quite happy with them.

The International Council of Grandmothers

In one of my favorite magazines, Spirituality and Health, I recently read about thirteen grandmothers from indigenous tribes around the world who have come together to promote peace and healing in the world. Each grandmother is a healer in her own tradition. There are medicine women, shamans, and curanderos from Alaska, North, South and Central America, Africa, and Asia. They travel around the world offering blessings and gentle care of Mother Earth. They came together because of a shared vision and prophecy, seeded long ago. Their work is to heal the earth.

They’ve met with the Pope and the Dalai Lama. While their skin may be wrinkled and their bodies bent with age, make no mistake. These are women of great power. And they have something profound to tell us.

One way they get their voice into the world is through a film, For the Next 7 Generations. I hope you take the two minutes to view the trailer. I get teary each time I watch.

Is it possible that these thirteen grandmothers can bring peace and healing to this crazy world? It’s a thought that comforts me. I love knowing that they are quietly going about their work offering prayers, blessings and perhaps a spell or two just to make sure things stick.

As for Baby, she’s already learned the magic of being with the elders.

--Jean

 

Pets and Technology

I actually laughed out loud, all alone in the house, when I saw this video. The frog obviously approves of the graphics!

 

Have any of your pets reacted to your technology? My Oscar likes nature shows on TV - especially birds. And all of the cats react to other cat noises in videos! 

--Tammy

Wordless Wednesday - Hannah's Pets

My niece, Hannah, is quite the photographer. I asked her if I could share this lovely photo of her pets with you! The dog is Rosie, and the cat is Jack. Aren't they sweet?! 

--Tammy

Uggie at the Golden Globes

Have you heard about the new Hollywood sensation? He is Uggie the Dog, star of the film The Artist. (I haven't seen it yet, but it's on my list!) 

On Sunday night, Uggie was in attendance at the Golden Globes. His film won Best Picture - Musical or Comedy. Uggie accompanied the actors on stage to accept the award. He promptly stole the show! One of the actors was accepting the award, but Uggie interrupted by prancing on two legs and then "falling over dead". He was so cute that the audience definitely didn't focus on the speech! You can see the clip over at People.com. It's worth a watch! 

Uggie also starred in Water for Elephants (a film that I have seen, and loved!) He was rescued from the pound by animal trainer Omar Von Muller. There is a Facebook campaign called "Consider Uggie" to get him an Oscar nomination!

Have you seen Uggie's film yet? What is your favorite dog movie, or dog in a movie or TV show? I always loved Eddie in Fraiser myself!(Photo from ABC.net.au)

--Tammy

Animal Cruelty in Politics?

So, I'm guessing you're aware that the political season is upon us for the presidential race later this year. You can't miss it (though I don't watch TV so I don't have to see the endless ads there.) I don't often bring up politics because it is such a hot button issue. But... 

You may have heard this story making its way around the internet and news outlets. It seems that one Republican presidential candidate (possibly the likliest to get the actual Republican nomination, though that seems to change nightly these days) has a sordid story of animal cruelty in his past. 

Mitt Romney, so the story goes, placed his family dog in a cargo carrier, strapped it to the roof of their car, and headed out on a trip to Canada (in the 1980s). (I read the story at this link, but you can also find it at many news sources, pick your favorite.) And it gets worse. The dog apparently had a bout with diarrhea while they were traveling, and soiled his cage and the car. Romney apparently then stopped at a service station and "washed down Seamus [the dog] and the car, then hopped back onto the highway." 

Romney hasn't denied these claims, or even allowed that putting Seamus ON the car was cruel. He recently told Fox News' Chris Wallace that Seamus loved it up there. 

So, I know you're all animal lovers, so I can guess your take on this story. But, what I want to know is: does a story like this have an impact on how you would choose to vote? There are many big issues in a political choice, obviously, but are stories of animal cruelty in a candidate's past something that you would take into consideration before choosing them for elected office? 

For me, a story like this disgusts me, and I have to wonder about how a person who would do something like this to a family pet would choose to treat other humans. Especially a person who is seeking high political office - the highest in our land in fact. I certainly hope we don't hear more stories like this one as our march towards November continues. 

--Tammy

Becoming Invisible in Old Age

In the Seattle airport I stood in line to get sandwiches behind a lovely older woman. She couldn’t have been even five feet tall, because she didn’t clear the counter. She was dressed up, like everyone used to be when they flew. She wore a plaid scarf and a Christmas pin attached to the lapel of her grey coat. Her white hair was perfectly coifed. And she clutched her pocketbook to her side, like it held the crown jewels.

She Just Wanted a Cookie

She had chosen a pre-packaged bagel sandwich and was interested in the cookies that were lined up in front of the cash register. They all looked the same. “Are there different kinds of cookies?” Her voice was soft, barely audible. The clerk ignored her. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What kinds of cookies are there?”

The clerk finally seemed to wake up. “They’re all different,” she said with a sigh, her voice devoid of any expression. And of course, she didn’t bother to name the various kinds.

The woman stood on tiptoe and peered at the packages of cookies, as if trying to decipher the miniscule writing. Finally, she chose one. As she went to pay for her lunch, she dropped her cane. Then, when she bent to retrieve the cane, she dropped her wallet.

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” someone muttered behind me. “Get a move on.”

I picked up the wallet and returned it to the now rattled woman.

“I’m holding you up,” she said to me.

I smiled. “I’m in no hurry. Take your time.”

She handed the clerk a twenty and then tucked the change into her wallet. She gathered her lunch, her cane and her dignity, and walked to a table.

“Stupid old lady,” the young man behind me said.

Maybe he thought he was going to miss his plane.

Or maybe he was just being rude.

I considered saying something to him, but decided not to. This is where I definitely could have used Mija’s “stink eye.”

Next Day in the Pasture

When I went out to feed my two old sweeties the next day, I found that the horses had been shut out of the two pastures they’d been in all fall. I didn’t realize it until I’d pulled up to the regular gate and called them. Bud heard me right away and tried to come, but of course he couldn’t because the gate was closed.

I had to drive around to the back gate, which was some distance away, and out of sight for the horses. I unloaded the feed pans and set out to retrieve Bud and Pepper. I didn’t mind the long walk, since I’d spent the previous day in the car, the ferry and finally an airplane. It felt good to move.

Everyone from the large herd was clustered in the shed and the surrounding paddock. It was as if they were confused and didn’t know where to go now that their familiar turf was blocked off. They hadn’t yet figured out that they had access to another large pasture.

Our little herd of oldsters was tucked into the back of the shed. When Bud saw me, he nickered and then tried to get through the knot of horses that blocked the exit. He started and then stopped.

He was afraid.

All the big, younger horses that he didn’t like were in his way. I could feel the anxiety coming off him. He and Pepper would take a few steps and then turn back. There was no way they were going to push through.

They’re old and vulnerable and they know it.

I realized I was going to have to help. I hadn’t brought a lead rope, because usually I don’t need one. I headed back to the car. Bud and Pepper returned to their friends in the corner of the shed. I was still glad to be walking, but I berated myself for not bringing the rope in the first place!

Note to self: Always bring a lead rope.

When I got back to the shed, I circled the rope above my head and the whirring sound worked to disperse the horses. Bud saw a hole and ran through.

Right to the gate that was closed.

I called him, but he was absolutely sure this was the way to his lunch.

All the while, Pepper watched.

I put the halter on Bud and began to lead him toward the new pasture.

That’s when Pepper got it.

“Oh that’s where we’re going,” she seemed to say.

She punched her way through the horses and headed down the lane.

Bud eventually quit resisting me and realized I was taking him the right way.

Once we’d cleared the lane, I let him run along with Pepper.

Crisis averted.

There was a time in Bud’s life when he wasn’t afraid of anything. He’s a big boy and was usually the alpha in the herd. Now he avoids conflict because I believe he knows he can’t win.

As Bud and Pepper tried to get to me, and their lunch, I was reminded of the woman in the airport who was simply trying to get her lunch.

It’s hard to grow old and lose your status in society – horse or human. It makes me sad that we so often treat our seniors with disrespect.

As if they don’t even exist.

As if they are invisible.

--Jean

 

Is There Anything Cuter?

Than a baby alpaca? I sure think they're cute babies! This adorable video is my favorite type - mixed species being cute together. This little alpaca and dog duo seem to have a "thing" for each other!

 

--Tammy

 

Wordless Wednesday - Smile

Jean captured this great photo of the horses. You can just see the happiness in their lovely faces! Have you smiled today?

Aging Grumpily

As the old adage goes, it should read gracefully. However, Oscar is not graceful, and he most certainly IS grumpy. (I think I jinxed him to a life as a grouch by naming him Oscar.)

About a month ago, I took Oscar to the vet (while still in CA) because he had licked his belly completely bare. She thought that we should try a flea treatment in case that's why he was licking obsessively. Yikes! Fleas? Icky. I bought two rounds for each kitty, and duly treated them (they're due for round #2 any day now). There were no signs of fleas in the house, on the kitties, or otherwise, but it was a good place to start.

Well, right after treating the cats, we found out about our move. Oscar's bare belly didn't get any worse (but he didn't stop licking), so we went ahead with our move. I figured I would see how he did and if there wasn't improvement, we'd return to the vet here in Oregon. 

During the move, Oscar got more "OCD" about licking his belly. It was completely bare and pink. There was a tiny spot that was a little sore from too much licking. So, I found a time to bring him to the vet here in Lincoln City right after we moved in. 

After taking a look, our vet here determined that he isn't bad enough to need anything like antibiotics. She didn't think it looked like fleas were an issue, though she did say that flea treatment was a good idea anyway. Apparently this area is BAD for fleas (indoors or outdoors). She took a blood sample just to check for anything majorly wrong (Oscar is almost 15!). Her best guess is that he has been stressed out, and this is how it manifests for him. Over-cleaning. I plugged in a Feliway diffuser to try to help calm everyone. If Oscar continues, we'll try putting him in an e-collar to break the cycle. If that doesn't work, we may consider something like kitty Prozac. 

While we were at the vet's office, Oscar made an escape attempt, and jumped off of the high exam table (not too gracefully) and he seems to have hurt his leg or back... he's got a little limp going now. The injustice of a vet visit and then a hurt leg... poor old guy! The good news is - he does seem to be calming down on the licking. We haven't been woken up to the sounds of slurping in a few days now. Maybe he was ready for our move back to Oregon as well!

Have you ever had a pet who obsessively groomed themselves? How did you solve the problem? I'll keep you posted!

--Tammy