August 27, 2008

Paint Ball Warning: Canine Consumption Can Be Lethal!

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So, here we are in upstate NY barely a few weeks and already we have racked-up our first $500-plus vet bill. Yup!

My husband, in a blatant act of stupidity, (I love the man, but there is no excuse for this one) left a box of paintballs on the floor. The box was closed, but not sealed with jackal-proof tape, so the Girls got into it.

Let me pause a moment here and say that the Girls can get into anything! Franki, the hound, once ingested a Starbuck's frappucino lid. Whole. Uh-huh. At the time, our vet in Miami was disturbed as she could not "palpitate her middles."

We need to nanny-cam their furry butts because we are convinced they have an efficient way of working together to accomplish whatever the goal of the day happens to be: i.e. Knock over the garbage can, walk on the kitchen counters, snooze on the dining room table, play soccer with an unused toilet paper roll, really whatever suits their fancy.

Yesterday my husband called me to tell me that the Girls got into the paintballs. I asked him who did and how many were consumed and he said he didn't know.

I advised him to check their mouths and fur, and sure enough, Halo's tongue was bright, sunshine yellow.
Jeremy read the paint ball box, which stated that the paintballs are "non-toxic and "biodegradable," however, I was not impressed. I probably should have taken her to the vet right then, but she was acting normally.

This morning I woke up to pools of sunshine. Not streaming through the windows, but apparently ones that had streamed out of. er, elsewhere.

The bright yellow urine collected on the tarps on the floor. We have put down tarps in our temporary, rental home because Franki likes to pee on anything carpeted, and the entire house is. I ran out of paper towels, while sopping the mess up, and then walked the Girls.

There is no other way to say this other than to describe Halo's behavior as that of a jonesing crack whore.
She was CrAzEd on the walk, acting like she was hot on the trail of the World's Largest Squirrel, yet there were none to be found. She did not have a bowel movement and barely peed, if at all.

I walked everyone back and looked at her eyes and her pupils seemed smaller than normal.
I called the vet and made an emergency appointment and spoke with Jeremy, who looked up paintball toxicity online and confirmed it involves hyperactivity, shakes, tremors and seizures.
Ah, lovely.

I loaded Halo into the vehicle and off we went to the Vestel Animal Clinic, where they took her in right away.
The vet explained that ingesting those colorful balls messes up their electrolytes and that Halo was going to have to be flushed out via enema (three of them) and Iv fluids.
She is going to have to spend the night.
Poor thing.

Good news is we caught it in time as the seizures, which had not started, occur during the next phase.

Here is a sample, from the internet, of what paintball toxicity looks like..
Paintball Toxicity in Dogs !!
Spring…the season for paintball games is approaching quickly. Pet owners that take part in the game should take caution. The ingredients found in paintballs (which include polyethylene glycol, glycerol, sorbitol, and others) can cause serious health problems for your four-legged friend if eaten. Ingestion of large numbers of paintballs has been associated with pH imbalances, electrolyte disorders, neurological signs (seizures and stumbling), and even death in dogs. It has been reported that dogs have eaten anywhere from 400-600 paintballs at one time and although the lethal dose of paintballs is unknown, any ingestion should be considered serious. If your pet gets into your stash of paintballs you should get to your veterinarian immediately for aggressive emergency treatment. In some cases, symptoms start within 1 hour of ingestion. So if paintball is the game for you, be sure to store them high enough so your pet cannot reach them and don’t leave them unattended while playing. For more information please visit the following website: http://www.aspca.org/site/DocServer/toxbrief1203.pdf?docID=1521

August 09, 2008

The Granny Club

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So, we are staying in our temporary home in Endicott. (Locals pronounce it end-ih-cat) and the ladies on the street have taken a particular shine to Granny, aka Anise.

The one woman holding Granny's leash noticed that Granny was dragging up the hill the other day and came running from her post and offered Anise membership to this exclusive Club.

Today, as we were walking past, they all called after Granny and Granny went over to them to say "hi" and they were so happy.

The woman in the pink shirt is holding a photo album of the woman who is holding Anise's leash. She was explaining to me how the woman was an ice skater in the Iceskatepades ? when she was young. She was reminiscing and saying, "Wasn't she so beautiful?!" And then the woman in white snorted, "Who isn't when they are 16?!"

In semi-related news, there is also the story of the wiggy guy with the whirly eyes who approached us when we were walking the girls and said, "I am a member of the Irish mafia. See this tattoo? (And he lifted his shirt sleeve to reveal some sort of tattoo.) That proves it. But, please keep it to yourself. Keep it discreet. People don't like it. Ok?" We assured him we would. Then he tried to stop a pick up truck driver to tell him the same thing. Then he went off to the river to drink his two 40s.

I am not making this up!

August 07, 2008

Hi! I am the Dog Momma!

Dog Momma? What is a Dog Momma?

I am!
Let me introduce myself.

My name is Wendy Doscher-Smith and I am a journalist, photographer and dog groomer. But, primarily, I am known as Dog Momma, because I am so dedicated to the C-squared or Canine Cause. A while back I realized that I kept looking for dog-related angles to pitch to all my editors. It seemed my interest in people was waning and my love for the furry ones had taken over.

At about the same time I adopted Franki-Jo, my "Bagel" (beagle/basset mix), and I became obsessed with her feet, which led me to pursuing a career in pet photography. This paw obsession led to several gallery shows. I also started working at the Humane Society of Greater Miami as an adoptions counselor.

The truth is, I love all dogs so much that I would birth puppies if I could. No, really. I am 34 and while most of my friends are birthing humans I stubbornly remain interested in dogs only. Go figure.

Ok, so assuming you are still reading (!), I would like to encourage you to keep doing so. In this blog I will tackle all sorts of topics, including current affairs, health issues, shelter life, grooming (I am looking forward to being your Groom Expo 2008 correspondent, live from Hershey, PA next month!) to fashion trends and real life anecdotes.

Basically, if it BARKS and SCRATCHES, you will see it here.

Enough about me.

Let me tell you about my brood.

Today we will discuss Anise.

ANISE, aka "Tribe Elder"

In her youth, stunning, parti-color Anise posed as a dog model for high fashion mags, sporting frocks including a yamulka and perching, with a haughty smirk, on a fine wrought iron bed worth far more than my own.

Versatile Anise has lived with all sorts of animals (parrots, dogs, cats, ferrets,) won "Best Trick" at the Salon Poochini Holiday Party (Thanks Andrea for teaching her
the Hi-Five!) and deserves an academy award for her range of facial expressions, ranging from exuberant to disgusted. Anise will be be celebrating her quince next year and is as cute as ever, complete with a nose which looks like she took a spill in the whipped cream tub.

Anise is 14-years-old this week and I think she deserves many Happy Birthday accolades. Please do not be shy about commenting here and wishing her a good one! She just may PAW SLAP you if you do not!

My adorable lil' curmudgeon prefers to think of herself as a human rather than a dog.

I prefer to think of myself as a dog rather than a human. So, on this point we differ.

That's all for now.
More about the rest of the brood tomorrow.

We welcome your comments.

Happy Trails. Wagging Tails.
DM

The Girls have taken it to the Road!

Hi Caninus Loverus,

Well, the brood, (Anise, the cocker, who I described in the last post) and the rest of "The Girls," including Franki-Jo, the hound, Halo, the terripoo and Pickle Penelope Carnivora, the ferret, are on the road, en route to our new home in New York state.

I know I promised to give more brood-ing details about our pets, but perhaps if I just jump right into things, you will begin to get an understanding of The Girls' personalities.

Franki-Jo is a crazed food scouter and she got into what was left of my bag of Hershey milk chocolate raspberry "Bliss" squares. Luckily I scarfed so many down today there were few remaining so she just ate a handful, complete, of course, with the pink foil wrappings. Now she is gracing us with the ever noxious Hound Farts. OOOF.

Halo is doing well, with her bright pink ears. My fellow groomer friend Maggie dyed her ears pink with a dog safe product. She si the belle of the ball at the very dog friendly La Quinta in Hollywood, FL. We head out tomorrow, hopefully all the way to Savannah.

Anise loves to travel. Granny is spry! So she is relaxing on the couch right now and looking forward to tomorrow's adventure.

More later.

Barks and kisses,
Dog Momma

Dog Momma and Co. have arrived in Pooler, GA!

Yup! Anise, Franki-Jo, Halo and Pickle (plus myself and Jeremy) are in a Holiday Inn in Pooler, GA, which is located west of Savannah. So, of course, no sooner do we check in then Halo lifts her leg on the bed (mind you, she is a girl, but I guess she is gender challenged) and Franki-Jo barfed. Luckily and uncannily, the barf was the exact same color as the rug! And it contained some raspberry Hershey's Bliss wrappers from yesterday! Hurrah!

One of the highlights of today's trek, besides finding gas priced well under $4 a gallon, was watching Jeremy feed The Girls Second Meal. We call it Second Meal because they get four throughout the day. He had to balance feeding all three of them while I scarfed down a nasty fish sandwich.

Franki is snoring. We are ready to be off of the road!