Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Rudy The Rooster

My first pet came from the Baptist church on Easter Sunday. At the end of the Sunday School we were all surprised when the "helpers" brought in trays of chirping little brown bags each with several "vent" holes. Each one of us was given one of the chirping bags and a bag of food. We were told that they were baby chicks. The girls got pink ones and, of course, the boys got a blue chick. I immediately fell in love with the soft baby chick. On the ride home we discussed how unfair it would to raise it all by itself.

The following day we took a ride into town to the feed and grain store. The smell of hay, feed and grain was like perfume. Uncle walked me over to a large area that I thought contained at least a "million" baby chicks. Some were busy pecking the floor, some just simply mad, and some were dipping their tiny heads into the water feeders. I was told that I could pick out twenty of them to take home. It was exciting as I pointed to certain ones that for some reason had struck the fancy of a five-year-old. So we loaded our precious cargo and headed home. In no time Uncle had cleared a place and installed long lights from the ceiling above an area that was now fenced in the old building. This garage, of sorts, contained Uncle’s workshop, and the Hudson on the days we had no business in town. There was even a small room in the back for Uncle’s brother when he came to visit in the summer. A portion of the building was now home to twenty-one chirping baby chicks. Even with the make shift pen the building was still not crowded. The lights came on and we began placing the chicks in their new home while Uncle explained that baby chicks needed to be kept warm until all of their feathers came in. When the last of the peeps were placed in the pen, Uncle announced that he was giving me a position of authority. I had been chosen to "feed" the chicks twice a day. Their little lives were in my hands. It would be a chore that I took very seriously and enjoyed.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A dachshund named Maui

I have grown up with dachshunds almost my entire life so it was only natural that when a fellow employee told me that he was being over run with "weenie dogs" I jumped at the chance. The mom had given birth to six black and brown puppies on September 11.
As I looked at the mother, father, and the many sisters and brothers,
I waited for the moment when I would know which one I was there to rescue.
There she was barking a "hello" in the mist of a sea of black and brown fur.

On each side of her tiny face she has a brown heart.
I knew it was love at first sight and we were meant for each other.
She had the delightful "puppy smell" and smothered me with luscious puppy kisses.
I was a little concerned that Jada our other black and brown dachshund would be jealous.
As luck would have it, instinct took over and she mothered this new addition to the family.
It took several days before we decided on a name that seemed to fit her personality.
Wanting always, to visit and sit on a sandy beach it was easy.
Every day after work I get to come home to Maui who loves me with every breath she takes.
Written by: Pat Chastain

Dachshund weiner dog shaped Salt and Pepper Shakers set PretzelDachshunds For Dummies (For Dummies (Pets))

Monday, March 22, 2010

Willy, a teacup white poodle with little brown eyes.

Willy, a teacup white poodle, came into our lives rather unexpectedly. We were happy that he was not named Jean Pierre Lafayette, Bon Louvre, DeBois, or some such French name that you would feel like an idiot calling on those occasions that you needed to use it. We noticed right away that this little fluff ball had an above average intelligence. Since this was to be Willy’s third home he appeared to have a burning desire to please.
He seemed to understand anything and everything you said to him.
All those puppy annoyances were left behind.
He never peed nor pooped the floor, or chewed anything other than what was offered to him. One of the first tricks that we taught him was to retrieve the newspaper from the front yard. One day it seemed that it was taking an extra long time for him to return. When he could not locate his quarry within his own yard he had extended the search to the neighbors.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Looking for a special gift for the hard to buy for animal lover in your life?

  1. Looking for a special gift for the animal lover in your life?
  2. Do you have a friend that has everything?
  3. Do you know someone who collects cookie jars and has every cookie jar imaginable?
  4. Want a specialized gift? Look no further!

Debby Carman is a Laguna Beach California artist, author, and cartoonist.
She is noted for the most beautiful porcelain hand crafted dog and cat bowls and treat jars.
Her pet bowls and treat jars are unique, and superbly detailed.
What makes them so unique and special is that she hand paints your pets right onto your own treat jar in a cartoony fashion.

Here is what my personalized pet treat jar looks like.


Look how she captured my silly cats and my dogs Marv and  Ghost!

To learn more check out her website
Debby offers:

  • Cookie Jars
  • Pet Treat Jars
  • Pussy Cat Bowls 
  • Dog Bowls 
  • Art and Ceramics
  • Pet trophies
  • Pet awards
  • Pet Supplies
  • Dog products by breed
  • Children's books
  • Pet Urns
  • Pet Paintings
  • She has a brand new Leo Tigre Collection

Written by: Carol Lawrence


As retired folks we vowed that we were finally through with pets.

Well almost, at long last we were down to just fish. Those retired masses that you see that travel with their tiny dogs, having to revolve the whole vacation around "pit stops" for the dog, buying dog collars and leashes, plastic bags for "poop patrol," motel rooms that accept pets, gulping down a meal because the dog is located up in the car, is not our idea of a fun trip. How could you get that attached? They are not your "children" they are simply bags of fur needing a place to pee!

Well, we have fallen in love . . . with a guinea pig for Pete sake! The little guy with pink feet and cute personality won us over and wormed his little way into our hearts. We got him from a landlord that found him along with another boy pig in a small cage in a rental house. He was one frightened mess when we first got him. At first, Hitch would not allow you to touch his ears. Both of the pigs have small healed "nicks" out of each of their ears. Apparently Hitch and the other pig (whose name is Stitch) had terrorized each other. He also wanted nothing to do with being held. I took on the chore of "taming" him. I felt a bit like Robert Redford in that movie where he tamed horses by whispering to them. Hitch is highly animated he . . . loves to Whee . . . (which is pig for a squeal of either delight or a scream for attention) when he hears the refrigerator open. He jumps, sometimes straight up in the air, especially if you touch the top of his little feet. This "jumping" or "popping" in guinea pig language is called "pop corning." This, the Internet says, is because they are happy. I can hardly believe the hours that I have spent "on-line" researching anything and everything about guinea pigs. But . . . If you are going to have an "animal" at least you should know about it, right? Each weekly grocery shopping spree has to include carrots, romaine lettuce, parsley. We stop at the pet store for "special" bedding and tiny hay bales that he loves probably the best. When the weather allows, we let him out on the patio. He loves it. I "piggy" proofed the side yard so now he loves to jump, play and eat in the grass. He loves to hide behind the pool pump. We have not put anything (fertilizer) on the grass so he can safely graze. He is probably the world’s smallest lawn mower. When you go out on the patio and call his name, he will answer you. If we could "potty" train him we would let him roam the house. We are just thankful that the poop comes out in a "pellet" fashion and is, therefore, easy to "handle" or pick up. They do have "toilet shelves" for their cages. I can hardly believe that I’m, considering purchasing them just to see if they work. What we do for our animals!

So we are back to taking baby sitter applications that must list their experience with cavies just in case we take an overnight vacation.
Written by: Pat Chastain

The Guinea Pig Handbook (Barron's Pet Handbooks)Super Pet Giant Guinea Pig Run-About 11-1/2-Inch Exercise Ball, Rainbow, Colors VaryeCOTRITION Snak Shak Large Couch - Guinea Pig/Rabbit

Friday, March 19, 2010

Do you think we are doing enough as a country to protect the whales?

I received an email from The Natural Resource Defense Council.
June 23rd The International Whaling Commission put a halt on the proposed life on whaling. So for the moment the whales are safe again.

I love the show Whale Wars on Animal Planet. When I first watched the show I wasn't sure
if I liked it but I quickly fell in love with the passion of captain Paul Watson and the Sea Sheppard's crew.
To think that such a beautiful creature is being hunted to near extinction is sad.
I think it's admirable that the volunteers put their lives on the line for such amazing creatures.
I wish they had a fleet of ships to do the work they do.
UPDATE: This season on Whale Wars, they have a second large ship and a smaller faster boat called the ADY Gil.
It takes a lot of guts going up against the whaling ships.
Check out Whale Wars on Animal Planet.

What's your opinion of the show and on whaling in particular?
Is there more that could be done to help protect the whales?

Humans remain the biggest threat to whales.
Known human threats to whales include:

  • Whaling
  • Overfishing
  • Noise such as sonar weaponry
  • Entanglement in fishing gear
  • Pollution
  • Declining Wild Salmon populations due to pollution, over fishing, sea lice, disease spread from Salmon farms.
The blubber of dead whales in some areas are super contaminated with PCBs and are very unhealthy to eat!
Some PCBs and pesticides found in whales are classified as toxic waste.

What about the dolphins?
I have never met anyone who doesn't love the dolphins.
Like the whales they are very self aware, very connected, highly intuitive animals.

The multiple award winning movie "The Cove" is a stunning masterpiece!
It represents the plight of the dolphins and is a must see movie.

Ways we can help the dolphins: 
  • Buy dolphin safe tuna, primarily fished in the USA, we have stricter fishing rules
  • Planning a vacation to a local wildlife water park? Ask them where they get their dolphins. Do not support a park that purchases their dolphins from Japan.
  • Support only wild dolphin parks/activities. Place you can swim with free non captive dolphins. (They are there by choice)
  • Clean up the pollution, stop dumping toxic cleaners down your drain, spraying your lawns, throwing your plastic away, RECYCLE.
  • Join the Cove community and continue to put pressure on Japan for their not so secret 6 month dolphin slaughter. They slaughter more than 20,000 dolphins and porpoises off the coast of Japan every year!  Join the cove community.
  • Continue to make your voice heard. Your voice matters! Teach your children how to write letters and draw to pictures to send to congress.

Written by: Carol Lawrence


Amazing Whales! (I Can Read Book 2)A Whale of a Tale!: All About Porpoises, Dolphins, and Whales (Cat in the Hat's Learning Library)