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The UK is currently enjoying a rare and much needed heat wave. After a wash out summer last year and what felt like a perpetual winter, to be able to bask in temperatures hovering around 28 degrees is a special kind of delight. That is, unless you’re a dog.

Annie has approached it as she does most things, with an accepting wag. Little Bear on the other hand is just short of writing to his MP to complain. He hates the heat and I’m sure is dreaming of snow, (the only sort of weather he seems to enjoy) in those foot twitching, lip quivering sleeps only dogs seem capable of.

In an attempt to cheer him up I gave them a frozen Kong stuffed with dog food. Annie got the idea right away while Bear was a little more perplexed bless him.

Little Bear the dog snoozing

Little Bear snoozing

The good news is that after frightening us all half to death, Little Bear is making a good recovery. A third X-ray on Saturday revealed that things were moving as they should be through his intestine which rules out any kind of obstruction and as he was eating and generally brighter he was allowed home on Saturday afternoon!

He’s not yet back to his old self, but compared to the pitiful little dog we took to the emergency vet on Wednesday night, he’s miles better.  We took him on a short walk yesterday evening and although he enjoyed his runabout, he abruptly ran out of steam meaning I had to carry him part of the way home.  I swear I started off carrying a Mini Schnauzer and ended up with a Newfoundland by the time I reached the front door!

He’s still taking antibiotics and has easy to digest prescription food until we get the results of the blood work back in a few days. So we’re taking it easy, letting him sleep as much as possible and generally just keeping an eye on him. The most important thing is that he’s here, he’s well and he’s getting better by the day.

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Little Bear is still at the vets. His second night after an early hours dash to the emergency service yesterday.

We picked him up at 7.30am to transfer him to our regular vet. He managed a few wags when he saw me but was very subdued and wobbly.

At midday the vet said he was lethargic, depressed and refusing food. X-ray showed a large body of gas has moved through the gut from last night which is good news and even better, he doesn’t seem to think its pancreatitis, although we’ll need to wait for the blood results.

What we still don’t have though is an explanation for what did cause the vomiting, diarrhoea and severe abdominal pain. More X-rays tomorrow will hopefully shed a little more light.

He perked up in time for my visit at 3pm and decided to eat on condition I fed it to him by hand 🙂

He’s still a very poorly pup but I’m hoping tomorrow will bring more good news.

Night night my Little Bear. Mamma loves you. Xxx

Little Bear is at the emergency vet. It’s 2am and we’re waiting for them to call with news.

I took him to our regular vet this evening because of a bout of sickness and diarrhoea and he was due back in the morning for an X-ray.

He deteriorated this evening though and developed acute abdominal pain.

Handing him over to be admitted was just awful, but at least they’ll be able to make him feel more comfortable and run tests to work out what’s wrong.

I feel sick to my core waiting for the phone to ring.

Please send prayers for my Little Bear.

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Lennox, guilty of nothing but looking like a banned breed was taken from his family, kept in awful conditions for 2 years & killed by Belfast  Council in questionable circumstances.

Lennox, guilty of nothing but looking like a banned breed was taken from his family, kept in awful conditions for 2 years & killed by Belfast Council in questionable circumstances.

When I was about eight I was nearly bitten by an English Springer Spaniel. Thinking him to be just like my best friend at home, I reached down to tickle him but he growled and lunged at me. I got the shock of my life, but I also learned a couple of very valuable lessons 1) always ask before approaching a dog you don’t know and 2) don’t think breed is an indicator of temperament.

Last week, 14-year-old Jade Lomas-Anderson was killed by four dogs at a friend’s house in Wigan, UK. Horrifying and heart-breaking, it’s hard imagine losing a child so young, yet alone in such circumstances.

Media speculation

Predictably, the news reports, still waiting for confirmation of the facts, started speculating on whether any of the dogs responsible were from a banned breed.  When it emerged that they weren’t, the flames of speculation were duly fanned by the suggestion that Bull Mastiffs and Staffordshire Bull Terriers should be added to the list.

Genius idea. Dog bites have actually risen by 41% since the Dangerous Dog Act was introduced according to HES so on what planet does this sort of thinking make any sense?  I was enraged, not just because I’m a dog lover, but by the laziness of the reporting.  A beautiful young girl had been killed in appalling circumstances and they had rolled out the usual lazy, hackneyed tripe about banned breeds.  It’s akin to obsessing about the make of car involved in a hit and run and not tackling the real issue of who was behind the wheel.

Breed myopia 

The elephant in the room here is that by focussing so myopically on breed we’re totally missing the point. Would our children be safer if we told them it was okay to talk to strangers just so long as they weren’t French, or Greek or any other arbitrary classification? Of course not.

As I found out all those years ago, any dog is capable of biting, just like any human is capable of harming another.   To keep people safe we need to educate them on how to treat dogs ethically and how to meet their needs – for exercise, training, socialisation and security to name but a few, but while any moron can knock out a litter of puppies in their garden shed to earn a few quid and while utter garbage like Caesar Milan is allowed to pass for national dog training, is there any wonder that we have damaged and fearful dogs out there and owners without the first clue of how to properly care for, train and manage them?

State sponsored lunacy

That the media and government compound this lunacy by suggesting that eradicating some breeds of dog will magically solve the issue is just beyond comprehension.  We do need tougher laws, but they should be around the strict control of the breeding of all dogs.  Licence all breeders and stamp out the quick buck mentality fuelled by the likes of Craigslist and PreLoved that provide an easy market for flogging puppies like second-hand sofas.

When we declared a war on drugs we went for the source and we educated people so why not take the same approach with dogs?  Our rescue centres are bursting at the seams and according to Dogs Trust, nearly 8,000 are killed every year by local authorities and other ‘rescues’ due to a lack of homes which is a disgusting waste of life and should be a point of national shame.

When dogs can’t be bought online, in pubs and out of the boots of cars, there’ll be more opportunity for licensed breeders and rescue organisations to vet would-be owners and to educate and support them to raise their dogs in a responsible manner.

Breed specific legislation has done nothing to keep people safe and adding to it will be a pointless waste of time and public money.  It will also bring untold heartache for thousands of committed and responsible dog owners all over the country and allow the backstreet breeders to continue to peddle their misery. Enough is enough.

 

You can find out more about the story of Lennox and the lunacy of Breed Specific Legislation here

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British summer time begins tomorrow but it feels more like Christmas than Easter in the UK at the moment.

Oblivious to the weather, Annie had a delightful time in the forest this morning, adding to her usual repertoire of puddles & ponds, a stinky black bog.

Mud we can cope with (we have so much practice!) but bogs stink to high heaven so there was nothing for it but to bath her.

The picture above is of Annie after she took herself off to bed no doubt feeling a little chilly. Unlike Little Bear, she doesn’t like the hairdryer, so bed & blankets & er, hot water bottle it had to be!

Annie Pavlov

Annie the Labrador

Annie

Hands up who doesn’t enjoy spoiling their dog?  Play is high on the agenda for Little Bear but for Annie, true Labrador that she is, spoiling equals FOOD!

My indulgence of choice for them is Lily’s Kitchen Wild Venison and Rabbit hotpot. As I don’t eat meat myself I struggle buying meat for the animals, but I have less of a problem buying wild meat that met a swift surprising end than I would something that had to endure a farm and an abattoir. It may not be everyone’s logic, but it works for me.

So they get a tin between them as a weekend treat with a few of their regular biscuits on the top for a bit of a crunch. What’s fascinating though is their different reactions.

Dancing Bear

Little Bear, normally fairly laid back about his food will be whimpering and dancing on his hind legs, sniffing the air with unbridled delight before running full pelt to his food spot and sitting like an angel – albeit a suddenly starving one.

Annie, wagging from the minute I pick up her bowl doesn’t seem excited by the smell they way Little Bear does which is strange, because even I think it smells good and I’ve not touched meat in over twenty years!  No, Annie doesn’t get super excited until I dip the cup in the biscuit tin. At the first sound of plastic on dog biscuits she’s hopping all over the kitchen like a wallaby on speed.  There’s no accounting for taste, bless her cotton paws.

 

Apache the horse

Apache

I’ve given up on the news.  I can’t bear to hear one more report about the horse meat scandal because nobody is apparently bothered by the real issue here. Horses, as close to man as any dog or cat are being routinely dragged into abattoirs and slaughtered on an industrial level.

Horses who once won rosettes at the Pony Club, had their manes platted by adoring teenage girls and whose welfare was once important enough to their owners to earn them pain relief in their feed are destined for a terrifying end that no creature deserves, let alone ones so intelligent and faithful.

Horse power 

Like many young girls, I dreamed of having a horse, but finances and circumstances meant that I was 28 before I learned to ride. My life changed practically overnight when I found someone needing a sharer. Apache was a 14.2 tri-coloured Welsh Cob with a heart of gold and a will of steel; one she frequently demonstrated when I wanted to stop and she felt like going the distance or vice versa. I was never a great rider, but I just loved being around her. I even loved mucking out and to this day can’t pass a yard without inhaling great gleeful lung fulls of ‘eau de stable’ such is its ability to transport me back to happy times.

We had some great years together before she finally retired to live out her golden years at a nice yard with a warm soft bed, thick rugs for her arthritic joints and all the care and attention befitting a lady of advancing years.

A peaceful goodbye

In March 2011 I got a call from her owner to say she was having another bad bout of colic and that the vet had done all he could. She was in great pain and it was only going to get worse.  I blogged about it at the time, (Can animals heal a broken heart?) reflecting on the amazing reaction of Little Bear and Annie when I returned home from the Yard that awful day.

Apache passed peacefully in a field full of spring grass with the sun on her back.  She was given pain relief for the colic, sedated and then euthanised while the people who adored her whispered their love and prayers in her chocolate-brown ears.  It was quiet, calm and dignified and she showed no sign of fear or stress.

I still feel like a traitor for my complicity in her death, but in my heart I knew it was time and so I think did she. The alternative would have seen her writhe in agony as her gut twisted and so, as the lesser of the evils I, like her owner opted for the kinder path.

If death can ever be ‘good’ then I’d like to think that hers was at least in the right ball park.  Her peaceful passing was a world away from the fate of so many millions of horses that are slaughtered on an industrial scale, many after enduring long terrifying journeys to abattoirs and the thought sickens me to me core.

That these incredible creatures should ever find themselves in a slaughters hands is the real scandal and for all our righteous indignation about ‘mis-labelling’ we need to remember who’s paying the real price here.

P.S As I was finishing this post I came across this excellent blog – it’s says a lot about how we’ve ended up in this mess.

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Why keeping the ban is more important than some might think

Last week I grudgingly bigged up the RSPCA on Twitter for prosecuting the Heythrop Hunt for flouting the ban on hunting with dogs. Being chums with the Prime Minister doesn’t make them above the law, I fumed and with more than 76% of British people wanting to keep the ban it infuriated me that our Government was actually considering repealing it.

In the midst of an economic crisis and with a thousand and one other priorities to deal with, pacifying a small minority of people who apparently enjoy seeing a living creature torn apart by a pack of dogs seemed utterly perverse. Nobody has stopped them from hunting, they just have to chase a scent and not a living creature. But that is apparently not good enough, they prefer a real fox to chase.

As a rider I can appreciate the thill of the ride especially as part of a large group, but I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that chasing a living creature and then killing it hideously is even necessary, unless of course, you enjoy seeing animals in pain. And I don’t just mean the last moments when the hounds strike and rip it limb from terrified limb, but the psychological pain of an animal fleeing for its life.  As a human being, how can you not empathise with that sort of suffering?

Animal abusers = People abusers 

There is clear evidence that animal abuse is a predictor of violence against humans.  Those who abuse animals lack empathy, not just for animals, but for people too.

According to Psychology Today, ‘nearly all violent crime perpetrators have a history of animal cruelty in their profiles’.  When asked how many mass murderers and schoolyard killers had committed acts of animal abuse, an FBI spokesperson is on record as saying “The real question should be, how many have not.”

Such is the link between animal abuse and child abuse that in the US, social services and animal welfare organisations routinely work together to identify and try to prevent abuse.

Animal abuse damages children

There is also evidence that witnessing animal abuse when young has a dramatic impact on a child’s ability to develop empathy.  According to the American Veterinary Medical Association, 60% of incarcerated violent offenders saw their childhood pets taken away or experience traumatic deaths.

Animals play a vital role in helping children develop psychologically.  Anyone who’s grown up with animals will have suspected as much, but  I had no idea that there was so much evidence to measure and back this up. For example, in his book ‘The Link Between Animal Abuse and Human Violence’  Andrew Linzey, PhD, DD, HonDD, cites research from across the globe that concludes that witnessing animal abuse can psychologically damage children.  This may seem obvious, but the process is worth noting.

Children who witness neglect, abuse and/or the killing of an animal become desensitised to it.  What’s horrific today, isn’t so bad tomorrow and too soon, the child becomes indifferent and simply doesn’t care.  Habituation to the pain and suffering they see quickly follows and you soon have a child unable to empathise – with animal or human.

So what are we teaching our children as they witness a fox hunt, either in the flesh or on TV? And for those who claim empathy for some animals e.g. cats, dogs, horses, but not others, such as foxes, what are teaching them? That empathy is selective and dependent on appearance and popularity?  Oh, that’s a slippery slope if ever I saw one.

Social issue 

Empathy is vital, not just to our own mental health and stability but to the functioning of our society.  Imagine a world in which people were  emotionally incapable of caring! If the survivalists want something to worry about now that the Myan calendar has proved blessedly inaccurate, I’d suggest that this scenario should be top of their list.

I’m not suggesting that anyone who participates in a Fox Hunt is a full-blown sociopath, but if the road to psychosis is a sliding scale, then surely the evidence suggests that they’re a lot further toward the nut house than the rest of us.

 

Further reading 

http://humane-education.org.za/view/blog/childhood-development-impaired-by-animal-abuse/

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-human-equation/201104/children-who-are-cruel-animals-when-worry

http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/05/19/us-animalcruelty-childabuse-idUSTRE74I3TC20110519

Annie & Bear under the (fake) mistletoe

Annie & Bear under the (fake) mistletoe

At the weekend, during a half-hearted attempt at Christmas shopping I made one purchase that I was particularly tickled with.  It was a bunch of felt mistletoe. Now I know this might not be everyone’s idea of a top buy, but since I’ve had dogs I won’t buy mistletoe as the berries are poisonous.

I said as much in passing while chatting to the sales girl and she was absolutely horrified, hastily explaining that she had a new puppy and had no idea about things that might be harmful.

Cue crazy dog lady who then felt compelled to then hold up the queue listing all of the things that are potentially fatal to dogs and especially curious puppies…

Irresponsible advertising

It’s a topical point as a battle royal rages between the dog loving world and Morrison’s supermarket who’s Christmas advert shows a dog being fed Christmas pudding.

Raisins are incredibly toxic to dogs and even a few can cause fatal renal failure, a fact that their PR department is bizarrely trying to deny despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

There’s little excuse for large corporations to get it so wrong, even less for such a puerile stance when their error is pointed out to them, but we can be more generous to the innocent dog lover, who, like the young girl in the shop simply didn’t know.

Spread the word

So if you want to help dogs this Christmas, please spread the word that lots of everyday food stuffs and some of the plants we decorate our homes with at this time of year are potentially fatal to dogs.  It’s even more important when we welcome friends and family into our homes who may not have dogs.

One of Little Bear’s Bichon friends was fed four After Eight mints as a puppy by a visiting toddler and spent two ‘touch and go’ days at the emergency vet as a result.  Had he not had such a clued up owner or fur incapable of hiding chocolate stains, he may not have lived to tell the tale.

Here are some of the common ones, but Dog’s Trust do a more comprehensive list that’s worth a ‘cut out and keep’ and sticking to the fridge alongside the emergency vet number, just in case.

Avocados

Apple pips

Apricot kernels

Aloe Vera

Antifreeze

Chocolate

Raisins

Grapes

Holly berries

Kale

Mistletoe

Onions

Poinsettia

Xylitol (a sweetener found in low-calorie foods)

You can follow the Morrison’s story via the ‘Morrison’s Christmas Pudding TV Ad could Kill’ Facebook page