Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

What Do You Think?

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A couple of weekends ago Hubby and I took Sampson and Delilah up to the field/trails at the top of the street.

As we entered the field we noticed a bone. Not an animal bone, one of those white bones that are stuffed with processed peanut butter or cheese.  (I fill these with pumpkin and applesauce and freeze them for treats for the dogs.)

A small stuffed bone to keep Delilah occupied while Sampson goes to the vet.

 

The discovery caused me to stop and think for a minute, Delilah had discovered a bone in the field a week or so before.

This particular bone still had stuff inside it.

I can’t imagine what’s inside it.

 

Hubby picked it up and tossed it into the woods.  We continued our walk

I said, I wouldn’t have tossed it, I would have taken it to the garbage can and thrown it out.

Why? He asked.

It makes me suspicious, who would let their dog bring a bone to the field, and a stuffed bone at that?  What if it’s been poisoned?   There are supposedly coyotes and fisher cats in these woods, maybe someone is trying to get rid of them.  There are certainly people in this world that are capable of that.

You’re right, Hubby said.

When we got back to the field he went into the woods and found the bone, he threw it in the trash can on our way out of the park.

This past weekend during our walk on the trails, Hubby and Sampson were in front of Delilah and me.  I saw Sampson deviate slightly into the woods and heard Hubby say, Leave it.

What is it? I asked.

Part of a stuffed toy, but it could be bait, you never know.  There are some sick people in this world.

Do you notice things like this?  Do they make you suspicious, or is it just me with my writer’s imagination?

Have you ordered your Dogs of Blogville Calendar yet?

Riding the Storm Out

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Last year we had Snowtober this year it’s Frankenstorm.

While thankfully there is no snow predicted, we are in for some heavy winds.  We also have a lot of trees around us, trees that were weakened or still have broken branches from last year’s storm.

Two weeks ago one of those branches came down with some wind.  Luckily for us, it landed on our gate, and wedged itself between the chimney and the side wall of the house.  Miraculously, there was no permanent damage.  I told Hubby, the Lord just keeps providing us with wood to burn.

Hey big branch! Yeah I’m talking to you. Get off my fence!

 

It looks like it’s touching, but really there is about six inches between the end of the branch and the house.

 

If it were just Hubby and I, there would be no problem. Since we have pets, we need to make sure they remain safe.

The first thing we did was tie down everything that can’t go inside.

Ghetto Grill

 

The storm is expected to last through Tuesday. The dogs will have to go outside to potty, that last thing we want is for something left out in the yard, flying through the air and striking one of the dogs.

On the off-chance that happens, we have hydrogen peroxide, EMT gel and vet tape handy.

It’s important to have plenty of food on hand for your pets.  We feed raw and I currently have five days worth of dinners and about three weeks worth of breakfast.  If need be, we will use the breakfast supply for dinner.

Luckily for us we have city water, but should contamination occur, I have six gallons of bottled water handy.

We also stuck some empty soda bottles in the freezer to use for ice if we need it, or defrost it and use for cooking or washing as the case may be.

Since we live on the side of a hill, it’s highly unlikely we will need to evacuate from flooding, but if we need to evacuate for another reason, the dog’s medications, their medical records, food bowls and going outside collars are all within 15 feet of each other and their leashes are hung by the front door.

Bob is on canned food, which is in very close proximity to the dogs items.

The important thing in any natural disaster is to have a plan, know what items you need to take with you and where they are.  If possible practice a dry run.   Having a plan of action in place for emergencies gives you peace of mind that nothing else can.

If we have to leave in an emergency I feel very comfortable saying we can be out within half an hour…..forty five minutes tops.

Where we’ll go, I’m not really sure, but I did hear on the news that the shelters are taking dogs. 🙂

What types of weather related issues do you need to be prepared for where you live?   Do you have a plan in place to evacuate your pets?  What if the situation springs up suddenly, have you and your family discussed who will get the pets?

Michael Vick

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Yes, Michael Vick has confirmed he has a dog.

Many of you expected this topic to be included in my WTF Wednesday post, but it turned out to be rather longer than I expected, so I gave it a post all its own.

Grab a cup of coffee, put some Bailey’s or Sambuca in it and pull up a chair.

To do this properly I have to go back to last year, when I heard that Michael Vick had teamed up with the Humane Society.  At that time I was still on the free WordPress and fully expected The Legacy of Michael Vick to be pressed.  (I don’t know, maybe it was the picture of the hanging black man that prevented it.)

If you read that first post you’ll notice that at first I was outraged that the Humane Society was working with a convicted (insert your derogatory word of choice here,) but then I started thinking about the influence athletes have on our children and I thought maybe, just maybe if someone like Michael Vick warned our children about the evils of dog fighting he could actually make a difference.

Flash forward to Michael Vick tweeting a photo that included a box of Milkbones.  As you can imagine dog and animal lovers reacted quickly and angrily.

More than one of you sent me a link to the article. I started prepping my post for WTF Wednesday, it was scheduled to look like this.

Michael Vick confirms he is again a dog owner, Philadelphia, PA

The very first thing that comes to mind is, what idiot gave this person a dog? I’m pretty damn sure it’s no rescue that I’ve heard of. I mean you know, you’ve seen those applications.  “Have you ever been convicted for abuse of an animal?”

Then I thought, maybe someone bought it for him.

My next thought was, can’t this million dollar quarterback afford a treat a little more expensive than Milkbones? Not that I’m knocking Milkbones per say, for those of you who may use them, I’m just saying my income vs his income I’d think he could afford say a box of something along the lines of Mother Hubbard or Blue Buffalo.

I set these thoughts in my WTF post and continued with my week.

In the meantime, Monday was Be The Change 4 Animals, after I’d posted my contribution I started hopping around to see what you all had written about.

You all had some wonderful, wonderful posts.  There was one however that really touched me and made me think.

Maps of Reality from Julie at The Daily Dog Blog.

I won’t post the whole thing here, but the paragraph that really resonated with me was this:

“Several years ago I listened to a speaker talk about “maps of reality”. Every single person has their own map of reality based on what they have learned from teachers, parents, friends, acquaintances and experiences. These maps of reality make up our “beliefs” about what is right and wrong and how we should act. Sometimes we fail to realize that our map of reality might be skewed and it’s quite possible that what we believe really isn’t true.”

I thought of how much MY map of reality has changed since Sampson entered my life.

This may surprise you to know, but I haven’t always been the dog mom that I am today.

Many of you come from the same era that I did and know thirty years ago, the majority of people had a different view of dogs.  Don’t get me wrong, our dogs lived in the house, but they were considered animals.

Thirty years ago I wouldn’t have left a party early because the dog needed to go out, or it was an hour past their dinner time.

Truthfully, even twenty years ago I didn’t even know dog’s toenails needed to be clipped!

Until Sampson owned me, (and this really saddens me to say this) dogs were just dogs.

When I sat down to write my WTF post for last week, I thought it might be good to include a picture of Michael’s dog so I googled.

No, I did not find a picture but what I did find was this article, “Vick has a dog? Might be just what’s needed to break the cycle of cruelty.”

Imagine my surprise as I found myself agreeing with the article.

I know, it floored me too.  This one paragraph stuck out.

“It’s going to be emotional torture for Vick, but it will be more than that. It will be healing. That dog’s going to make him a better person, and when someone as influential as Michael Vick is a better person, the effects ripple outward.”

Since my map of reality has changed I have a lot of guilt and a lot of regrets, regarding the previous dogs in my life. There’s very few things in my life that I regret, except for when it comes to the animals in my past.  If I had one and only one do over, it would be for them.

I suspect Michael Vick’s map of reality is about to change.  And the guilt and regret will eat at his heart and do far more to changing him than prison, bankruptcy and public outrage ever could.

What’s a map of reality and how have I changed yours?

 

Have you ever heard of a ‘map of reality?’  Has your map of reality changed over the years?

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