Rescue Donations & A Dumpster Fire
I'm starting my March blog with a note for everyone that I am always available to act as a conduit for rescue donations. Rescues and shelters are always in need of supplies [and of course, money] - so if you ever want to donate and just don't have to time to drop things off, feel free to leave your stuff for me the next time I visit your pet and I will be sure your items get to local homeless pets who need them. My cousin, Doug Halsey, runs Ready for Rescue in New York, an amazing organization that goes to the ends of the earth to save lives. I would be more than happy to forward any financial support to him that you would like to give.
Here is a basic wish list for rescues and shelters:
Wire crates, Small pet & bird cages & related supplies
Stainless steel bowls
All unopened dog/cat/small animal food, puppy formula
Non-scoopable cat litter & litterboxes
Unopened, unexpired heartworm/flea & tick meds
March was a veritable dumpster fire in my household (!) with one pup after another marching into the vet's office, so I didn't have any brain cells left over to prepare a blog entry.
It started off with Popple limping for no apparent reason. After multiple diagno$tic$, he was gifted with some pain meds for a swollen disk in his hip. Thankfully, this healed with meds and rest.
Not to be outdone, Mimi decided that the new rugs were an appropriate place to pee on occasion, but we could not figure out what those occasions were.... of course.... so she was fortunate enough to earn herself some girlie-panties until she reversed that decision and resumed her pottying outdoors.
The next logical question is - why should Franky be left out? On a beautiful Saturday morning, Dave and I had some errands to run so we took Franky along. When we got home, I got out of the car and put him on the ground just in time to notice that a squirrel had left a piece of corn cob in the driveway from the neighbor's feeder. By the time I got to it, so did he, and it was gone. I was flabbergasted that it fit down his throat and thought for sure this was it, I was losing my precious boy. But there he stood, looking at me like nothing unusual had just happened. After 2 hours at the vet trying to induce it up, it remained in his gut and surgery was scheduled. I will post an article about the dangers of corn cobs, which cannot be digested nor passed through the gastrointestinal tract and can cause a fatal obstruction in your dog.
Happy to report on this last day of March that my carpets are dry, Popple is back to chasing the squirrels and the deer, and Franky's 10-day post-op recheck at the vet this morning went well.
Here's to a vet-free Spring and Summer in the Squires household!!
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