Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Sick Puppy
Poor Scruff-dog has not had a good couple weeks. I took him to the vet for his annual checkup and shots two weeks ago and turned out he had a nasty ear infection. He also has allergies which mostly manifest in adorable doggy-sneezes but had progressed to his eyes. So our tough guy had to have drops in his eyes and ear every day, which he took like a champ.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, he must have caught some sort of 24 hour doggie stomach flu... if such a thing exists? All I know is one day as I'm walking out the door he started making that horrible heaving sound and before I can usher him off the carpet... blech. And again... and again... Then he didn't want to eat or drink anything, and so I fed him what I feed myself when I'm sick: saltine crackers and Gatorade. Well, actually it was Vitamin Water but you get the idea. That only lasted about a day and a half, thank goodness for everyone and especially for my carpet.
Now he has this kind of hacking cough that he's doing, the kind that wakes me up at night and, just in case, makes me get out of bed and go check on him. Poor little pup.
It's hard taking care of someone (or in this case somedog) who is sick, and I don't think it is especially my strong suit. Visiting sick people is easy for me - I'm good at cheering and no-nonsense advising and gift-bearing. But really caring for the sick requires lots of patience and mercy, and if I'm being honesty those are two big weaknesses for me! Still, I know God wants to develop those things in me, and I think this past week He might have used dog barf to inch me a little closer.
Opportunities for lessons learned aside, I really hope Scruffy is better soon and back to his normal self. Or rather, as normal as a mostly-super-chill, other-dog-hating, weird-phobia-having, backwards-walking puppy can be.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, he must have caught some sort of 24 hour doggie stomach flu... if such a thing exists? All I know is one day as I'm walking out the door he started making that horrible heaving sound and before I can usher him off the carpet... blech. And again... and again... Then he didn't want to eat or drink anything, and so I fed him what I feed myself when I'm sick: saltine crackers and Gatorade. Well, actually it was Vitamin Water but you get the idea. That only lasted about a day and a half, thank goodness for everyone and especially for my carpet.
Now he has this kind of hacking cough that he's doing, the kind that wakes me up at night and, just in case, makes me get out of bed and go check on him. Poor little pup.
It's hard taking care of someone (or in this case somedog) who is sick, and I don't think it is especially my strong suit. Visiting sick people is easy for me - I'm good at cheering and no-nonsense advising and gift-bearing. But really caring for the sick requires lots of patience and mercy, and if I'm being honesty those are two big weaknesses for me! Still, I know God wants to develop those things in me, and I think this past week He might have used dog barf to inch me a little closer.
Opportunities for lessons learned aside, I really hope Scruffy is better soon and back to his normal self. Or rather, as normal as a mostly-super-chill, other-dog-hating, weird-phobia-having, backwards-walking puppy can be.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Gross.
This might be the most disgusting display of wealth I've seen in a long time... meet Ed & Nina Otto of Boca Raton, FL, who spent $150,000 to clone their dead yellow lab, Lancelot.
Can you think of anything more ridiculous?! According to the ASPCA's website, half of all dogs in shelters are eventually destroyed because there is no one to adopt them. So rather than provide a home for one of these animals, this crazy couple decided to create a new one.
And you know what, that's not even the part that really gets me. I'd much rather more people adopted strays and mutts from shelters. But let's say this couple had rather paid several thousand dollars for a purebred puppy. Okay. That's their perogative, and a choice made lots of mostly responsible purebred dog enthusiasts and breeders. Even if they'd done that, at least they'd have had $148,000 dollars to spare and could've donated that to the ASPCA or their local humane society or any other charity or even put it in a trust fund for their grandkids for goodness sake!
I am a lover of animals and I understand the intense emotional connection you have with a pet. For crying out loud, I held our family dog Bear's head in my lap as the vet put him to sleep, after he was too old and exhausted to even get up off the floor - I grasp the heartbreak of a pet's passing. But here's where Mr. & Mrs. McCrazy and I differ. Because my next thought after my dog died was not, "Let's go ahead and freeze up some of this DNA because I need an exact replica of this dog in the future. Literally no other dog on the planet will do. Good thing I'm rich!"
How pathetic and, to be frank, bat-sH*# INSANE is this couple that they believed this was the best course of action?! CLONING. THEIR. DOG. I feel like Amy Poehler & Seth Meyers, doing a "Seriously?" sketch on SNL. Seriously, Mr. & Mrs. Otto, it never crossed your mind to just GET A DIFFERENT DOG? And seriously, you couldn't think of anything better to do with $150K? SERIOUSLY?!
Sorry for a rant first thing in the morning, dearest reader, but this story just got me all riled up. Now I can't wait to get home and give Scruffy a big fat hug and thank God that He gives us the special honor of caring for the creatures of His creation, and maybe pray we screw it up a little less often.
Can you think of anything more ridiculous?! According to the ASPCA's website, half of all dogs in shelters are eventually destroyed because there is no one to adopt them. So rather than provide a home for one of these animals, this crazy couple decided to create a new one.
And you know what, that's not even the part that really gets me. I'd much rather more people adopted strays and mutts from shelters. But let's say this couple had rather paid several thousand dollars for a purebred puppy. Okay. That's their perogative, and a choice made lots of mostly responsible purebred dog enthusiasts and breeders. Even if they'd done that, at least they'd have had $148,000 dollars to spare and could've donated that to the ASPCA or their local humane society or any other charity or even put it in a trust fund for their grandkids for goodness sake!
I am a lover of animals and I understand the intense emotional connection you have with a pet. For crying out loud, I held our family dog Bear's head in my lap as the vet put him to sleep, after he was too old and exhausted to even get up off the floor - I grasp the heartbreak of a pet's passing. But here's where Mr. & Mrs. McCrazy and I differ. Because my next thought after my dog died was not, "Let's go ahead and freeze up some of this DNA because I need an exact replica of this dog in the future. Literally no other dog on the planet will do. Good thing I'm rich!"
How pathetic and, to be frank, bat-sH*# INSANE is this couple that they believed this was the best course of action?! CLONING. THEIR. DOG. I feel like Amy Poehler & Seth Meyers, doing a "Seriously?" sketch on SNL. Seriously, Mr. & Mrs. Otto, it never crossed your mind to just GET A DIFFERENT DOG? And seriously, you couldn't think of anything better to do with $150K? SERIOUSLY?!
Sorry for a rant first thing in the morning, dearest reader, but this story just got me all riled up. Now I can't wait to get home and give Scruffy a big fat hug and thank God that He gives us the special honor of caring for the creatures of His creation, and maybe pray we screw it up a little less often.
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