I took new photos and a video of Jimmy today. He is making progress and seems to relax a little when the leash is hooked to his collar for some reason. Don't know why. Perhaps he was tethered in a yard or something. Over the past few days, I've followed a routine with him. He likes sitting on the left side of his cage, then I make him move to the right, and then sitting in the front of his cage with the door open. He looks at the floor, and smells in its direction as if he is thinking about getting out. Yesterday, he got out and remained calm, so we tried again today. He was a little more reluctant to step out of the cage today, so I had to insist that he try.
He also ate some canned food while out of the cage, and this was the first time we tried this. Here is his video below.
Lucky was harassing a client and patient in the exam room today, sitting in the chair, growling at them. Sunlight was streaming through the doorway, and after the client and patient left, I snapped a few photos. These were all straight out of the camera- I didn't do anything fancy with editing or photoshop. I love how dramatic this photo turned out.
Yes, that is correct. We weren't sure what to expect, and so I wasn't planning on having my camera in the kennel with Bert and him out of the cage. But Jimmy did so well, the first time, that I decided to shoot the video below. And it didn't go as smoothly as the first, as Bert started barking and growling at him, but he did well. I was quite proud of him. We might try outside in a day or two.
But first, let's back up to the end of last week-
You've seen Jimmy eating out of people's hands, and eating out of his bowl, if it was placed in the back of his cage. So last Wednesday, no one was here but me, so I decided to try and coax him into eating out of the bowl, when it was up near the front of the cage, with me sitting close by. He was reluctant to do that and that was one thing we've been working on for the past few days.
Last Thursday, he had a visitor, and he was less scared than Ginger. Jimmy came up to the front of the cage, sniffed her hand through the door. He seemed to be more concerned with what else was going on in the kennel, than the new person being there. I was quite surprised. Shocked actually. Because a few days before, when he had another visitor, he did his "I see dead people" thing from the corner.
We also moved Bert next door as Jimmy seemed interested in the other dogs. This was also on Thursday, I think. We were also able to slip a collar on him. You can see it in this video -
So when I got back home from a family Christmas function yesterday afternoon, I hooked a chain leash on Jimmy's collar, and he didn't freak out about it. He let me pull him around the cage and ate with it hanging from his collar.
So today I decided to try him out of his cage, with Bert on a leash as well. Thinking that would make Jimmy less anxious. We moved Rosie as we knew she would be barking. But things didn't go as planned. Jimmy was slightly interested in Bert, but Bert wasn't very supportive. He wanted to growl at Jimmy, and act liked he wanted to start a fight, so Bert had to go back in the cage, and Jimmy got out by himself. And that seemed to be a better arrangement from Jimmy. Jimmy did really well with just me in the kennel and him walking in front of the other dog's cages. Initially I wasn't gonna film this, as I didn't want my camera in the kennel area with Jimmy and Bert out. But he did so well, that I asked Carrie to videotape Jimmy with my camera. Things didn't go as smooth the second time, but he still did good.
My camera was cold from being in the truck all night, so the lens kept fogging up. You see Carrie wiping it off a few times. Bert was fine in his cage the first time, but when the camera was rolling, he started growling and barking and wouldn't stop. I could tell it was bothering Jimmy. In the beginning, you can see him hanging his head out of the cage with the door open. This is really what he was most comfortable with. So I made him get out of his cage. You'll notice that he tries to go behind or under the cages. But he sat in front of Bert's cage for a few seconds, and then I got him to walk down in front of the cages of Daisy, Ginger, and Tasha, a patient who is boarding. Then we went back,and he was happy to get back in his cage. Didn't have to ask him twice. He did try to chew on the leash one little time, but I thought he did quite well. The leash doesn't seem to bother him as much as being outside of his cage. I thought it might be the other way around.
Next time, we'll try this without Bert or Rosie in the back. And in a day or so, if he seems up for it, we might go to the outside door, and see if he wants to try and go out.
Y'all saw the video early last week where Jimmy seemed to be less nervous and moving around more in his cage. That was Monday or Tuesday, I think. Well, Thursday morning, Rosie walked over in front of Jimmy's cage and Jimmy started whining and seemed interested in her.
So that afternoon, when Bert came in from his walk, Jimmy had left an elephant size pile of poop in his cage, and Bert sashayed over to see what was going on. This was the first tail wag we had seen from Jimmy.
So yesterday afternoon, when Bert came in from his walk, I tried to get another video of Jimmy and Bert hanging out together. Jimmy seems to like Bert the best. Then Rosie. Then Daisy and Ginger who are about equal, and they don't give him much thought. Tried being the keyword here. You see. . . Bert knew there was a partial bowl of food sitting in the tube. And he is doing everything to get to it- all under and behind me off camera. So you can see, and mostly hear, Jimmy barking at Bert acting like a nut.
This video of Jimmy was shot today. Up until now, he would let you pet him, but he was rather reluctant about it. Up against the wall, one side mostly, maybe the top of his head. You could coax him out of the corner with food.
Lifted from the video
The cages in the kennel are 12-16 inches up off the floor. So if one is hosing under the cage, he doesn't like that too much either, and will walk to the front of the cage, sniff your hand if it is on the cage door. His pen is 4 foot deep, and about 3 foot wide. So even if one is standing in the opening, there can be a rather large opening between the bottom of the door, and cage floor. Sometimes he notices it a little too much, or he starts looking above you if you are sitting on the edge of the cage. Like he is contemplating something, an escape plan.
I was doing a Holiday Market over the weekend, so I would walk and feed everyone in the morning, and rush back after dark to walk everyone again. Bert and me, Ginger, Daisy, and me, or Rosie and me. In the dark like in The Blair Witch Project. In the woods. With a flashlight. So I didn't have much time to spend handfeeding Jimmy. I would put food in his cage, and clean up poop later.
Sometimes he lays at the front of the cage, or standing, looking out, seeing what is going on as Bert, Rosie and Ginger go in and out. But usually he would move to the back of his cage if you went to open the door, put food in, change his water, etc.
So yesterday, Jimmy was laying at the front of his cage up next to the door. With his head pointing towards the hinges. If I open the door and put my arm in to touch him, I am actually petting him from behind. Carrie went to hand feed him his canned food, and noticed that he wouldn't move from the door. And he was not that interested in his food at the moment. So I went back there and I could crack the cage door and pet him all over. Both sides. Left and right. Top of his head. I am not sure if he got more trusing, or something spooked him worse
than we do (like the washing machine or dryer), etc. Perhaps a little
A little later I got him to eat his food, and could pet him in the middle of his cage.
Today he did the same thing. First thing this morning, he had lots of poop all over, so I had to pick it up, scrub and hose off the cage floor, and squeegee it dry. At one point, I had my hand under his neck, on his chest to keep him from lunging towards the open door. And another time, I actually was holding him by the scruff of his neck. He didn't seem to freak out at either one.
In the video below, you notice he is looking at the crack at the bottom of the cage, putting his nose there, or is doing it on the side, where I am squatted down. I am being careful that he doesn't try to push the door open any further.
I was quite pleased and surprised at how he reacted. At some point I am going to try and get a collar on him, something that he can't slip out of. And then try him on a chain leash or something that he can't chew through in 2 bites. I think he has learned a little from watching Bert, Rosie, and Ginger. There are some subtle changes that you probably can't see very well on his video. But go back and watch him last week. I think you can see what I am talking about.
Yes, I think that is correct. Jimmy is like that kid in the movie, The Sixth Sense, "I see dead people."
He'll be doing better, and then something spooks him- the lights flicker, a chainsaw cranks up 150 yards down the road, a fly buzzes by, etc. It is like 2 steps forward, and then sometimes 1,2, or 3 steps backwards. I shot this video of him eating yesterday. It took 3 and 1/2 hours to upload to Youtube. (You're welcome, lol) He was more relaxed than last week. All of our holiday boarders have gone home, so it's just him, Bert, Rosie, Ginger and Daisy in the kennel.
I kept moving the food around the pen to give him to move out of the corner. If he heard, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." He would volunteer. He lurves the corner. You would think he only has 2 legs, on one side, to look at him, as that is all you ever see.
So I am moving food left to right, front to back, from my hand, from the floor, etc. to get him to move. Notice he gets up and stands to eat. This is about the 2nd day we've seen this- he is less crouched, so I think that is a good sign.
I also have been leaving a towel in his cage, up at the very front, to encourage him to lay up there. Last night he pooped and urinated all over it. Maybe the dead people said to, I don't know.
Yesterday I also got this little video of Rosie and Ginger walking around outside. Not much of Rosie as I cut out the part where she gets excited and starts jumping all over people. She needs a little work on her manners. You can see a difference in Ginger from her earlier videos. I was walking her yesterday afternoon . . . she was right behind me, . . .I stepped over a down tree branch, and my heel accidently hit her in the chin. She yelped as if it was totally my fault and on purpose.
Ginger stopped for a rest by a tree on her walk.
I love this photo.
I think that rad scar above her eye is here to stay. She'll be the envy of all the other children on the playground.
Bert got neutered yesterday. Today was Rosie's turn. No puppies for you, Bert and Rosie. (said like the soup Nazi)
When Rosie arrived, I noticed the tip of her tail. It looked like the end of a burnt cigar. I caught her chewing at it a few times, so I am not sure if was injured and then traumatized by her, or if it was something like a fungal infection (ringworm). Both she and Burt have a few suspicious looking ringworm areas. We are scrubbing those with chlorhexiderm shampoo, which is good for most everthing except the mange.
I also noticed Rosie would hit the side of the cage with her tail, and it would start to bleed.
I have been scrubbing this some this week, but I am not sure this would have healed. And if it did, I think it might leave a rather unslightly scar. So while she was under anesthesia, after her spay, I decided to dock her tail a few inches, and just get rid of it. Not very short. Sort of like the tail on a birddog. Here's her new tail below.
Y'all be sure to tell her how nice it looks when she wakes up.
So I have adopted 4 dogs from the pound. Well, technically, I am fostering 3, and if I can't find homes for them, then they are probably mine by default.
All practically unseen. How many have done that before? I wasn't even sure how many I had till the late night before they arrived. . . . .
Redunculous, you say? Not ridiculous. Redunculous.
Sometimes the right thing to do doesn't make the most sense on paper.
But let's back up a few weeks to see how I got here. I generally never go looking for a pet- they somehow find me- puppy that no one wants, parvo puppy that lives but can't find a home, dog tied to the porch, kittens in a box. That sort of thing. So I rarely go looking for a pet at the pound or animal shelter. I don't have an issue if people want to buy a purebred dog. If that is what you want, go for it. Purebred dogs end up in shelters too, so I always encourage people to check there first. Petfinder is great for that. I just feel that I shouldn't buy a dog, when so many are looking for a home.
On Facebook, there are a few animal pages that I follow. And I saw where a shelter, was constantly asking for people to adopt, foster, or pay to send dogs to rescue groups all to keep them from being euthanized. And the pleas were never ending. So I offered for several weeks to adopt of foster someone if they were having so much trouble. I contacted them several times and didn't hear much back. Two weeks ago, from this past Thursday, I called. I explained to the shelter director that I was 5 hours away, and could only drive over on a Saturday, and left a number for someone to call me back. Thursday and Friday, I heard nothing, so I drive over to the shelter. Turns out, one can't adopt a dog from the shelter without contacting someone in New Jersey. So I look around, can't decide who to save, fill out paperwork for 1, and drive back home.
Monday comes around and I call back to the shelter and inquire about another little dog that was scared of her own shadow. And I wait. Several days go by and I hear nothing.
Another Facebook page that I follow is one of a little dog named Hope. Hope was a little dog down in Forsyth, that suffered a horrific case of animal cruelty back in July. She was rescued by a couple by the name of Shane and Janet Smith. Hope had surgery to try and repair her injuries, and while she seemed to be doing better, it wasn't meant to be. She passed away from the injuries about 3 weeks later. Since that time, Shane and Janet have rescued a few other dogs, all in memory of Hope.
So I read on Hope's page that Shane had gotten the City of Macon Animal Shelter to agree to pardon all the animals for a week. (In total with a few extensions, it ended up being about 11-12 days). No one gets put to sleep for a space and without a chance. This had been going on for a few days, and several had gotten adopted but there were several more to go. And the days were winding down. Since it had been almost a week with no word from South Carolina, I thought, "Well, they may not need my help, but maybe here is a shelter that does even though I am not exactly close to Macon." I am about 2 1/2- 3 hours away.
So I got in touch with the people in charge, and told them that I thought the Pardon was a great and wanted to help anyway I could. While it's great that any dog gets adopted from a shelter, I felt this needed to be ALL or Nothing thing. Getting some out, leaving some behind, would not be as such a success as getting everyone out. About 60 dogs and cats. I didn't care who I helped as long as I helped someone out. And if could help out more than one, that would be fine too. While my kennels are not designed for permanent living, they also aren't full all time either.
So the first dog they called about was Jimmy. Sort of a Shepherd Mix, type of a dog. Click on the photos and they should enlarge a little bit- I am fairly sure the ones I took, will. Not sure about the screen shots.
There was a picture on Facebook and you could tell that Jimmy was terrified. Very scared, very timid. Other dogs were picking on him and he had to be separated. A lot of people we concerned about Jimmy. People wanted to adopt or foster Jimmy.
So when they called about Jimmy, I asked, "Really? Are you sure? Because I don't care who I help, and if people want Jimmy, I'll take someone else. I just don't want to see someone left behind." And when they explained how Jimmy was in person, I realized that he isn't your typical shelter dog. Jimmy was brought into animal control in a trap. He's sorta feral. While he pretty much is unadoptable in his present state, it doesn't mean that he needs to be euthanized because of it, either.
You wouldn't want him in you house at this point. If he thought he could get away, he would chew through your drywall, insulation, and siding to try and get out. Or chew into your couch just to have a place to hide. You can't put a leash on him yet. He chews through it.
So I agree to take and work with him. So he was the first one. Hopefully, he'll learn to trust people and make fast improvement. The is sort of the deal with the pardon- everyone gets a 2nd chance. And if Jimmy needs a little extra time to make the most of his, no problem.
I originally said I could adopt someone and foster someone. They asked about this girl a little later. A SharPei? Shepherd? something mix? They said they were worried about her, as she was almost as scared as Jimmy. I have to tell you though, I wasn't sure- From her photo, I thought she was a lot larger than she really is. And Shepherds and Shar Peis aren't my favorite breeds. Not that there is anything wrong with them. I see a few as patients, and they are great.
And I am so glad I agreed to take her too. Maybe more than Jimmy. She has not had an easy life. She's small. She only weighs 30 lbs. Probably should weigh 40-45 lbs. She is timid, but in a different way than Jimmy. She just wants to curl up in a ball and hide. They were dropped off at the office, Friday night. And she curled up next to the wall, not sure what to do. In the waiting room, there are 2 wooden chairs and a wooden bench for clients to sit on. She crawled under the bench and hung out there. Just looking for a safe place to hide. Her name is Ginger.
The next day, I kept looking at the list of dogs still available for adoption. And there were lots of of black dogs, bull dog mixes, etc. I told them I could take up to 4 if some didn't get adopted, and if it would help to just get the pardoned ones out of there. I have a few holiday boarders, but still have some empty cages. I can spay or neuter them, rephotograph them, teach them the basics of walking on a leash, and put them on petfinder. Basically give them more time to find their home.
So I said I want this guy if he doesn't get adopted.
Isn't he lovely? I said I think he has character and personality. Yep, from that photo. He could have been Cujo. I would take him if he wasn't adopted. I nicknamed him Bert.
Somewhere along the way, photos, id numbers, and names got mixed up. Because I ended up with this"Bert", below.
Oops. But that is fine. I'll help which ever Bert shows up on the doorstep. I don't care as long as they all get out and into a home or foster home.
The 4th dog, I put in for, if not adopted, was this sad looking pit bull female. I don't have her shelter photo. Oh it was sad. I don't know where the sad dog went, but what arrived was a spunky little female with lots of energy. She was bluffing. I was conned, I tell ya, conned. HaHa. She's a red color and has a little brindle to her. I named her Rosie. You'll see her below.
So that are the 4 dogs that arrived from the Macon pound on Friday night. Jimmy, Ginger, Bert, and Rosie. None of them would have made it out of the shelter if it weren't for Shane and Janet Smith.
So Saturday , Rosie, Ginger, and Bert all got checked for intestinal worms, got their vaccines, checked for heartworms, and got a bath. I am guessing they are young adults, 1 1/2- 2 years old from looking at their teeth. Ginger's front teeth are worn down, not sure what she has been chewing on.
They all three tested positive for heartworms. Which was a possibility with any dog, other than a puppy. I sort of forgot about that as the medication to get rid of heartworms isn't inexpensive. It's possible that Jimmy has them as well.
Here are the photos of Rosie. She seems to be "really" interested in the cats. Bert didn't pay as much attention to them.
Here are the photos of Bert.
Bert was loaded with hookworms and whipworms.
Bert also has some old scrapes and scars on his feet.
I took a few photos of Jimmy on Saturday.
Here's a short video I shot Sunday morning of Jimmy taking a treat out of my hand. He wouldn't do that in the afternoon. Bert was barking. He did eat one when I left it next to him.
and then there is Ginger. She has an scrape over her right eye. And an entropion with her lower left eyelid. That is where the eyelid rolls inward and her eyelashes and fur are rubbing her eye. More common in dogs like SharPeis, Rottweilers, Chows, but any dog can have one, cats too. Hers might have developed from being so underweight. The entropion can be corrected surgically when she is spayed, with a little eyelid tuck if needed. She needs a lot of TLC to get her confidence back.
Notice that you don't see her standing in any photos. She will get up to go outside and she does walk on a leash. Sort of. She like to walk behind you and over to the side where you can't see her or be real close to her. She also seems to be a little bothered by open spaces. I tried to get her to go for a walk in an open field and she wanted to hover around the edge next to the bushes and the trees. She doesn't like to be picked up and she readily jumps back up into her cage. The cage is small and closed in on both sides, so she feels safe there I think.
This is her after her bath. She hasn't had many of those either, I'm guessing. Bert on the other hand, seemed to love his bath.
So that is how I ended up with 4 pound dogs. All of the pardoned dogs and cats, 61 of them total, made it out to permanent homes or foster homes. Some as far away as Canada and Seattle. Which is sort of amazing if you think about it, as most shelters can only keep pets for a few days, due to space. Euthanasia rates are very high- 60, 70%, even higher. I seriously doubt these 4 would have been adopted.
My Christmas letter to Santa this year reads like this-
I have been very good this year. Flossing occasionally and taking my cholesterol medication.
For Christmas this year I would like some
1. Donut House brand coffee for the Keurig. Anything named after a doughnut has to be good.
2. Courage for Jimmy.
3. 6 pack abs.
4. Confidence for Ginger.
PS. and please tell Rosie that cats aren't Little Debbie Snack Cakes on Legs.
This gal is in today for the 2nd part of her heartworm treatment. She's a sweetheart. But is rather unusual looking. Part SharPei (obviously) and not sure what else.
She is on a diet, and has lost about 10 lbs. since August. Probably 20 lbs. more to go.
Back in 2005, I spayed her and fixed entropions on her eyelids. She came in again in 2008 and weighed 83 lbs. She came in this year, and weighed a whopping 95 lbs. She had heartworms and we put her on a diet, and started her treatment. If I remember correctly, she originally belonged to the son, or grandson, of her present owners. He was killed in an automobile accident. I suspect Queenie has been taking advantage of her owners, to get extra treats and snacks.
This is Buddy. He came in today. He cut his leg open sometime over the weekend. His owner didn't bring him in. A concerned neighbor did. She really can't afford to be taking care of dogs, other than her one, and her 2 cats.
About 8 weeks old. 12 lbs. Lab Mix?
If the family keeps him, he'll likely get run over because they live close to the 4 lane highway. That has been the fate of previous dogs. The neighbor, my client, worries about them all the time. Being elderly, that isn't good for her health.
He's on antibiotics and has something to clean it with. It'll granulate and heal together pretty fast. I'll probably call the animal control officer to make sure they get the Mom out of the puppy business.
I giggled out loud, just a little, when I saw his name on the new patient form. We've seen a few Rocks and Rockies, but never a Rocky Balboa that I can recall.
This was him yesterday- 11/3. 23 lbs.
Here is his video from yesterday.
This was him 3 weeks ago when he first came in. He has gained about 8 lbs- from 15 lbs. to 23 lbs. Soon he'll lose his widdle puppy face. The dogs were barking and howling in the kennel, and he was talking to them, but he wouldn't do it so well when the camera was on.
So what fun filled adventure does everyone have planned this weekend? I am not sure what I am up to, but I think I'll be glad to see the time change. I have the worst time getting up in the morning when it isn't getting light out until 9:30 am.
Last Thursday afternoon, I spotted the city animal control truck pulling into the parking lot. Which is rarely a good thing. Usually it's me getting hit up for free tranquilizers, free medications, free services, etc. Which I wouldn't mind helping out if I could, if the City were more amicable to deal with. There are 2 veterinary hospitals in town, and I am about 5th on the list of hospitals that sees any referral business from them.
The dog catcher brings in a pet carrier, and says, "I need to have this kitten put to sleep. It has an upper respiratory infection." Which sometimes, respiratory infections can be quite severe- with eye lesions, corneal ulcerations, infections, etc. So I look into the carrier expecting to see a really sick kitten.
Instead, I see a little kitten purring with a slightly weepy eye. "This kitten doesn't look that ill . . . how long have you had it?", I ask. "10-15 minutes", he says. The look of disappointment and shock and on my face had to be apparent, as he added, "I have another cat that I can't find a home for . . . I can't be bothered with a kitten."
And I'm thinking to myself, Yeah, and I can't be bothered euthanizing a kitten just out of convenience on a Thursday.
So I have to think fast and sort through the options.
1. Put the kitten to sleep and make the dog catcher happy.
2. Refuse to put the kitten to sleep. Which I know is gonna end badly for her.
3. Keep the kitten and find it a home when she is better.
So that is what I did- #3.
She got a bath on Friday. Her weepy eye cleared up over the weekend. She
was really, really wormy, and got dewormer for 3 days over the
weekend. Flea medication for the ear mites. She still has a little rattle in her chest, but I am waiting to see if that will clear up on it's own. Antibiotics won't help if it is viral in origin. I suspect part of it is malnutrition and the intestinal parasites. She's been eating great.
Here's her video from Friday.
Here she is today. You can see how her eye looks better. With about 2 applications of eye ointment.
She'll be up for adoption in a few days. If you know anyone who wants a grey tabby kitten, with a loud motor, get in touch. I'll probably put her on petfinder as well.
You saw Jack back in July. He is still looking for his forever home. He boarded last week along with his foster family.
He's small to medium size. 22 lbs. He has been vaccinated for everything, neutered, and is on heartworm prevention. He lives with his foster home that is full of other dogs and cats and gets along well with everyone.
If anyone is interested is meeting him, or adopting him, or know someone or a family that might be, let them know, and get in touch with me.
Notice Lucky, the Cat Shark, circling and stalking his prey . . . . .
Since putting Leon to sleep in July, no one has claimed his chair in the exam room. Lucky is about the only one who'll sit in it while clients and patients are in there. Sometimes he is so in the way, that he has to have time out in his own cage during office visits. When clients aren't here, sometimes Sunshine or Priscilla are sitting or snoozing in it.
But strange things started happening a few weeks ago. When Holly came in for annual checkup.
Holly is a Shih Tzu, 5, maybe 6? years old now. She has several middle nicknames- from Cockeyed to Jumps like a Frog- but the one that has stuck the most is McNasty. She got that one as a puppy when she devoured a dead rat carcass before anyone could get it away from her.
So Holly was on the table and Lucky proceeds to get on the table too. And starts getting all amorous as if he is Pepe LePew. Rubbing on her, grabbing her leg, etc.
So the next week another little Shih Tzu comes in. This time it is Chloe who is about 13. She is getting a haircut. and the same thing happens again.
jumped off the bed. He's 6-7 months old. Chihuahua.
He came in a little over a week ago. Check out that leg he is holding up.
This happened several days before these photos were taken. A callus has already formed trying to stabilize the fracture site. You can't move the bones around. It happens rather fast in puppies and kittens. Ideally, if he had come in after it happened, we probably could have put a spoon splint on it. A spoon splint won't fit on it at this angle. Referring him to an orthopedic surgeon wasn't an option, and neither was anesthetizing him and refracturing the fracture. As it heals, I think it will remodel and not be at such a severe angle.
We sent him home on some pain meds and orders for strict confinement so it can finish healing. No more jumping off the bed.