Saturday, May 29, 2010

Gin The Dancing Dog! Great Video

Have you seen this video yet? What a great job she did training her dog.



Enjoy!


Friday, May 21, 2010

Alert! Plan to overturn whaling ban unveiled | IFAW Web Site

Calling all wildlife advocates for the whales!

The International Whaling Commission (IWC) has released a new plan to legalize commercial whaling.

Read the plan here and see what you can do to help prevent this!
Make your voice count!
Plan to overturn whaling ban unveiled IFAW Web Site

Monday, May 17, 2010

Did anyone see the show "Animal Planet Investigates Petland"?




I watched the new show on Animal Planet tonight called "Animal Planet Investigates Petland".
So sad to see that human beings can be so disattached that they just don't care how they treat an animal. Money in their pocket is all they care about. One breeder was blaming her mother for the dirty water buckets that were growing mold. Why didn't she clean them out herself? It was a really good show. Animal Planet usually replays their shows so watch for it to come on again. As much knowledge and information that there is about puppy mills there's no reason that puppy mills should exist.

There are reputable dog breeders. Reputable breeders are not concerned about hidden cameras and are willing to let the public view how they raise their dogs.

I'm very happy we have other choices on where to get our
beloved pets. You can start by adopting from your local
Humane Society or local no kill shelter.






There are so many unwanted animals needing a loving, healthy home
that there's really no need to have to spend mega money
on a dog at a famous pet store.

Local shelters and Humane Societies spay and neuter their animals before adoption to avoid unnecessary deaths due to irresponsible owners.

I have three dogs and three cats. One of my dogs (Ghost)
and one of my cats (Spock) was adopted from
The Humane Society.





One of my cats (Dexter)was a rescue off the street.
A friend of mine rescued him and I fell in love
and took him home.

Luna (above on the presents) was our first cat, she came from a nice home in the country
that had two many kittens.


Marv and Goldie came from a friend who's dog
had puppies and she had no way of taking care of them.
They are both Pit Bull mixes.
They have been very loyal and loving dogs.





I love all my animals. We are so greatful we get to interact with them daily in our lives.
Next time your thinking about getting a new pet. Think about your local shelter!

They sometimes have small animals too. Quick tip: Call ahead to find our what they have available and their adoption policies. Most shelters can be found online.

Written by: Carol Lawrence
http://www.creatorscreatures.blogspot.com/









Sunday, May 16, 2010

Spock is learning how to create a Viral Explosion!

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I’m reading Peggy McColl’s new book Viral Explosions to learn how to grow my Internet Business. It’s a really informative book that shows you how to tap into a worldwide opportunity to generate revenue from the comfort of your own home. That’s exactly what I'm working on.  I snapped this picture of Spock my cat and then realized later on what a great shot it turned out to be. Isn’t he handsome!
Written by: Carol Lawrence
http://www.creatorscreatures.blogspot.com/

















Saturday, May 15, 2010

Petrified Marvel

Petrified Marvel!

The dog had died, and all the kids were grown and gone. It was way past time to get rid of the doggie door that was in the north wall of the wash room. It had served its purpose way too well. It had not only let in Schwartz, the pampered pet, but field mice as well. Our mouse count this year had increased to a two-digit number. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why I would want to even tell this story. I always thought that mice and rats were found in old, dark and dirty places. I hope that my house is an exception. I’m sure, the mice, have simply put the word out, free food and most important, air conditioning. I place the blame partly on my daughter’s dog. (The daughter and family had returned briefly to the nest to enable them to save for a bigger and better place.) The dog’s food and water bowl had to be placed somewhere. As the summer progressed, the mice seemed to become more brazen. Their territory increased. They no longer confined themselves to just the attic and the walls. I had no sooner said that I had not seen any signs of the rodents for a while, when I was sitting in my chair and a wee-tiny baby mouse ran behind both feet barely brushing my heels. I did not know that I was still capable of screaming and moving that fast! But, there being a kind God after all, the baby thing was found dead later on the patio. It is unknown, if my screams simply "burst" his or her ear drums, or if the daughter’s dog took revenge on my behalf. I would like to believe that the later is true.

The husband was forced to be the "emptier and the setter" of the mouse traps. I just can’t seem to do that. "Emptier," if I had to, but I cannot set the things. The lord knows I can’t even open a can of biscuits. I hate it when they (the biscuits) explode (which according to the husband) is rare. I think that is a fair trade. He sets the traps and I kill any and all spiders that the husband sees. It’s almost laughable the silly and harmless phobias that we are either taught or born with. We spent the entire summer yelling at the poor dog because he had let these pests into his turf. Did he have no pride?

So as fall began and days turned cool we realized the day had come. We would move everything out and demolition would begin. The first to go would be the hot water tank, the freezer, and then the washer and dryer. A lot depended on this renovation as well. I had made a bet with the husband that all of those heavy necessary appliances would fit on one wall giving us tons of space. I had a vision. It would be wonderful, more space for more "stuff." What more could a "pack-rat" want? When I returned to the room, being demolished, the husband mentioned that he had found something interesting. I glanced over in the general direction that he was pointing. There, on top of the washer, was a metal mouse trap and in it was a mummified (if there is such a word) mouse. He, she or it was almost completely fur-less with the exception of a tiny bit of grey fluff on his head and his back. The trap had caught his left hind leg. All the flesh and muscle had gone to some mysterious place and you could clearly see the bones of his legs, toes and ribs. Even the knobs in the tail were exposed. It was cool in a macabre way. Tiny white even teeth glinted in the light. We had no idea how long it had been under the freezer let alone where and when we had bought and set "metal" traps. Do I feel bad that this "creature" probably starved to death? NOT.

I could hardly wait to show the grand kids. I had vision that my eleven-year-old grandson would be the most excited wanting to take it to school to show his class. I was sure that it would win a prize at the science fair. I would line a small box with cotton and gently place the trap and the mouse within for the trip. I was sure that my other five-year-old Grandson would think that this petrified rodent was among the coolest things that he had ever seen. The first grandchild to be exposed to this miracle find was the oldest grand daughter. She jumped in fright, and a slight scream escaped her lips. She wanted no part of it and was not in the least bit interested in touching the trap. Her face contorted into a snarl of sorts asking what I was going to do with it. When I asked her if she did not think it was "neat" she shook her head in the negative declaring that I was indeed, "sick!" My oldest grandson’s reaction was about the same. He took a step back when I held it in front of him. When I asked him, he thought it was neat and if wanted to take it school, he simply looked me square in the eye and said, "why?" The youngest grandson’s reaction was more interesting. In his usual five-year-old inquisitive manner he had tons of questions as to why it was in the trap, where its skin had gone, but he too kept a fearful distance. Even the grown ups, in the family, thought the "thing" was gross! We all marveled that it did not appear to have any odor. Well at least none of us were brave enough to place our noses close enough to take a good sniff.

So what do I do with this petrified marvel. Should I keep it and hope that some day someone will appreciate it as much as I do? Perhaps there was a "science buff" out there that would appreciate it. Or should I just merely adjust my plan? Find that small box, turn it into a coffin and give it a proper burial? But, I’m leaning toward placing his or her front paws together and tell everyone how cute "it" looks praying for mercy. One thing this experience has taught me, I am indeed a "sick" person!


Written by: Pat Chastain
http://www.creatorscreatures.blogspot.com/

Friday, May 14, 2010

Spring And Summer Pet Safety Tips!

Yep, it's that time of year again. The flowers are blooming and the sun is shining.
Simple tips to keep your pets safe this summer!
  • Hydrate. You and your pets need lots of water to stay hydrated. If you work long hours you might want to consider an automatic waterer to make sure your pets will never run out of fresh water on a hot summer day. My dogs always like to eat ice cubes when it's hot out. You can pour low sodium chicken broth into an ice cube tray and make flavored ice cubes for your dogs to suck on outside.       I have also seen pet owners fill up an empty 2-liter bottle with water and freeze it then leave it in their rabbit or guinea pig cage on a hot summer day to ensure a way for their furry friend to stay cool.
  • Watch out for antifreeze. Hot weather may tempt your pet to drink from puddles of water in the street, that may contain antifreeze and other harmful chemicals. Antifreeze is sweet tasting and extremely toxic. When you’re walking your pet, make sure he/she doesn’t sneak a drink from the street. Antifreeze poisoning is a very painful heartbreaking and unnecessary cause of death. When changing or refilling your antifreeze always water down any tiny little spill, always think of the other animals in the neighborhood that might wander into your driveway or yard. If you live next to an automotive repair place you should be extra cautious.
  • Heat Stroke and overheating: Animals should not be left outside on an overly hot day. Plan ahead for these days. Elderly,young, ill and overweight dogs have a harder time regulating their body temperature. Dogs with snub noses have a hard time staying cool because they can't pant effeciently. If you must leave your pet in your backyard during a hot day keep a close eye on them. If you are away ask a friend or a neighbor to check on them. Also consider a local pet sitter to check on them daily while you are away. Click here to find a local Pet Sitter near you. 
  • Don't leave pets in parked cars for any period of time.  On a warm day, even with the windows cracked, the temperature in a car can reach 120° in literally a matter of minutes. Every summer, animals left in parked cars suffer brain damage and die from heatstroke. If your dogs are like mine and beg to go for rides in the car, only take them in the early hours or late evening when temperatures are cooler. In some states it's just to hot all summer to ride in cars. Use your best judgement.
  • Only use flea and tick treatments recommended by your veterinarian. Some treatments are very toxic.
  • Never let your dogs ride in the back of a pick up truck without a campershell. Many animals die every year from falling or jumping out of the back into oncoming traffic. Flying debris can also hurt your pet. Put them in the cab or in a crate for safety.




  • Pets and pools can be a disaster. Always supervise your pets and kids around any pool. Create a safe enclosed barrier
  • It's best not to take your pets to large crowded events. The loud noises, crowds, stress and heat can be stressfull and dangerous for your pets.
  • The Fourth Of July will be here before you know it! Leave your pet inside with the stereo/Tv on to block out loud noises and to keep them from running away out of fear. Alot of elderly dogs stress out from the loud noises on the 4th of July. If you have an older dog or stressed out dog you might want to check with your vet for a mild tranquilizer for the evening. Make sure your pet is supervised.
  • Always keep an ID tag on your pet. If they tend to knock their metal or plastic tag off. Take a permanent marker and write right on the collar your pets name and phone number.
  • Hiking or Backpacking with your dogs can be great fun. Don't forget to bring. Water, leash, snacks, food if it's going to be a long trip, ID and don't forget to make sure your pet has had his/her rabies vacination. Watch for poisonous plants, wild animals and in some places "traps" off the main trails. Bring a first aid kit, towel and a plastic grocery sack for easy clean up. Always be aware of your surroundings listening for other hikers and wildlife. Respect Mother Earth and keep her clean. If you pack in pack it out. But most of all have a fun and safe summer!
















These are just a few safety tips.
It is always a good idea to practice
your first aid skills and learn what
to do in case of an emergency,
including possible
heatstroke.


Written by: Carol Lawrence
http://www.creatorscreatures.blogspot.com/
























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Thursday, May 13, 2010

This little piggy stayed home!

This little piggy stayed home!

Can you imagine the embarrassment when you have to tell the gals that you are late for the monthly lunch because of a pig? When I offered the explanation, I’m asked:

"Guinea, or pot bellied?" To which I reply:

"No just pink!"

So the story goes on from there. The daughter’s family, (who has a collection of farm animals) includes a sow which they breed raise and sell. This last batch of piglets numbered ten with a tiny little runt that was born fighting for its life. The granddaughter, who is now an emotional thirteen, is convinced that the little runt must be nourished until it is old enough to fend for itself. We all know that the piglet has no chance but no one wants to say it out loud. This is not the granddaughter’s first try at being a piglet Mom. She was way more upset than any preteen last year when she nursed one of the abandoned piggies only to have it go to the great pig "sty" in the sky! She kept the dead piggie in her closet on a heating pad for several hours before she allowed herself to face the truth. So, being the ever faithful Grandma I arrived at my daughter’s house for my "pig instructions" because I’m going to the "official pig sitter" the next day. I was given proper "cuddling" instructions and bottle-feeding techniques. I was told that the piglet must be fed every hour. As I drove home, I thought to myself that tomorrow, was in fact, going to be a long day.


Bright and early, piglet arrived in a huge cardboard box, complete with bottle and cuddle blanket. The granddaughter hands me the box and says in her sweet angelic way:

"He kind of smells!"

I lived on a farm and raised two daughters, I thought, how bad can it be? With daily chores to do, and the piglet snoring softly in its box I sequester the thing in my craft room. Forty, or so, minutes later I check "piggies" status. I open the door and a wave of "pig" hits me full in the face. For something that small it came with a huge odor. I searched frantically for rubber gloves telling myself there is no way that I’m picking this "pungent piggy" and holding it to my chest while I nurse it. I knell over the box and wrap the blanket around its tiny body all the while hoping that it will not notice that I’m not holding it. It grabs onto the nipple of the bottle and begins to suck. I quickly check the clock. My other daughter is due at 12:00 for lunch. With any luck the chore will be done before she arrives. I urge the piggie to complete his one ounce meal. The worst of my fear happens. I hear the front door open. I quickly set aside the bottle, remove the rubber gloves and the mask that I hoped would keep my own "breakfast" where it belonged. I stash them under me hoping that my secret is safe. The daughter explains that she knew that I had an "outside" of the house lunch date and, therefore, had arrived early. I quickly relinquish the chore and scoot across the floor behind her so that I may retrieve the gloves and the mask and leave the house without her noticing. In honor of my escape I glance at the menu. It was an easy choice ..... A "ham" sandwich of course!


P.S. We regret to inform you that miss piggy passed away at 4:42 A.M., April 29, 2009. The celebration of life was at the local restaurant today where my granddaughter was removed from school for lunch so she could talk it all out of her system. Good Grief! In lieu of services a Hawaiian luau (complete with roast pork) will be celebrated! Poor piggy!

Written by: Pat Chastain
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Sunday, May 2, 2010

Awww! Baby squirrels.



Awww! Baby Squirrels.




















I looked out my bedroom window the other morning and to my surprise was a mama squirrel and her baby. She was nursing right there in the grass! I was surprised to see them in  such a vulnerable spot since I have three dogs and three cats! In the process of running for my camera I missed out on a great picture but I was able to catch a few other great shots through out the day. It's definitely Spring in Montana. Baby squirrels running around the yard, baby leaves on the trees, the birds are busy getting their nests ready and recently we've been entertained by an Osprey family that has made a new nest near our home. (I'll try for pictures of the Ospreys)

Later on in the day when I went to look out the window and check on the squirrels I noticed there were three baby squirrels! They are so cute. They learn from watching their mom. She was guiding them along the fence tops. She would move a little ways then stop and wait for them to catch up.
She showed them exactly what to do and when to do it.



















Mama Squirrel and one of her babies.

























Baby squirrel crawling down the tree.

























Mama squirrel dipping her head into
a hole in the tree for her stash of nuts.

Written by: Carol Lawrence
http://www.creatorscreatures.blogspot.com/

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You would be able to take amazing pictures with
these squirrel attractions in your yard!

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May 17, 2010
Carol: Thought I would share the picture of our squirrel that I caught this morning .... we have named him "Rocky!" We do not know if there is a Mrs. Rocky or baby Rockies at this point in time!
Thanks Pat!