Monday, October 15, 2007

Shelter Cat Showcase


This is Toby. He is a senior cat who is a male.
Toby is an 11 year old white male Persian. Toby was unfortunate enough to be born with a jaw deformity, and therefore, is not really the most attractive kitty out there (we think he's cute!). Although this jaw deformity does not cause him any pain, he can only eat wet (canned) cat food. And he makes a mess when he eats! He is listed as special needs due to this. Otherwise, he's a happy, healthy guy! Toby is social and friendly and is good with other animals. He's a sweet boy. His coat does need to be groomed regularly, and he sometimes needs help keeping his face clean. Toby was well-cared for all his life, but was surrendered to a humane society due to family problems. He's looking for a new family to retire with! And don't take his age too seriously....Toby has plenty of energy and love to give for years to come! Toby is neutered, front declawed, feline leukemia negative, and vaccinated. His adoption fee is $30.
He is located at the Angel of Hope Rescue Shelter in St. Paul, MN.

Friday, October 5, 2007

The Loose Cannon Case

So, I know I said I didn't feel like typing at all today, but things change. My law class brought out anger, sadness and guilt.

We watched a video on a dog biting a small girl, and therefore the dog was to be euthanised, but the neighbour brought the dog home unexpectedly and then the father went over and shot the dog. So everybody in my class agreed that the dog should have been killed and how could anybody love a German Shepherd? During the video I had to hold myself together, really. My eyes were watering, people are just so cruel to animals. The guy got off not guilty. Fuck the Justice system. I wish they would have shot the guy who killed the dog. It just isn't fair!! If it was a person who injured the girl, that person wouldn't die, they would probably get charged. A dog is part of the family ... not just a dog; a companion; a best friend.

But what was even worse was that my law teacher doesn't think that dogs should have rights. I would have bitched his face off if I could. Dogs have just as much right as a human being, if not more. They don't have the voice to speak for themselves; to defend themselves. I hate how cruel and selfish people can be.

Puppies, puppies and more puppies!!







Since today is Friday and I am not much in the mood to type a whole essay, we are going to enjoy some adorable pictures of puppies today!!
PS: I am doing great on not feeding table scraps to Abbey & Emma, only one mini-wheat each in like 4 days!! Hopefully they will slim down soon, the 30-day challenge will be starting verrrrryyyy soon!! Watch for it!!


Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Animal Health Week

It is officially Animal Health Week!! What are you gonna do to celebrate it ?? Take your pet the vet? Or simply just not feed your dog table scraps for the whole week ? That is my goal this week, no table scraps for my dogs, as of ... now ... because I gave Emma a few Mini-Wheats this morning. Even Abbey is getting a little bit porky lately.

Here is a few tips on how to keep your dog at his best:
In order to have your dog lose weight, you must be able to admit that there is a problem. Then, you must increase the intake of calories, whether you get your dog weight control dog food, or simply stop the table scraps (Like I am doing). Also, increase the amount of energy and exercise the dog gets a day. The first thing is to have your dog examined by a veterinarian and set a goal weight ... well, we all know how much vet visits are, so you could just leave this out. I mean, you be the judge on how much your dog needs to lose.

Three to four small feedings a day gives the animal more energy, therefore will burn more calories. That is kind of the same with all of these celebrity diets is eat smaller portions and a few more times a day. Not rocket science. An article that I read said that you should completely cut out treats and snacks, but how is that fair? That is like somebody taking away every single snack that you eat, VERY unfair. So, I say just lessen the intake.

Make sure to schedule in about 20-30 minutes of exercise, like a walk or playing fetch each day for your dog, and make sure that there is 2 15-minute intervals of playing time with your cat.

Hopefully, you got a few tips and come back soon!!


source: http://www.animalhealthcare.ca/contents/content.asp?id=60&cat=dogs

Monday, October 1, 2007

Harry Potter

Harry Potter
This is Harry Potter (wonder why I picked him to show off, did ya? haha). He looks like a very sweet dog and very adorable colourings. I found him off of www.petfinder.com.
This is his description:
Breed: English Setter
Sex: Male
Age: Adult
Size: Large
Harry Potter is 6 1/2 years old. He is good with other dogs. He is an owner/foster.
For more information contact:
Franklin, TN
Phone: 615-791-0827, ext 14
If you live in Tennessee, check him out, he looks adorable!!!!!!!! I'd take him home if I could.

Friday, September 28, 2007

The Animal Rescue Site

Today, I just wanted to brief you on a very important website that I have visited nearly everyday for the past year.

http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com

You can click everyday for sponsors to give food to homeless animals. You can send e-cards to your friends to raise awareness and buy some amazing clothes and 100% of the profits go to homeless animals. I bought some amazing boots there last year, and they are still in great shape!! I definitely recommend checking out their store, and with the dollar so great right now, what could possibly be your excuse not to save the animals ?! They also have amazing rescue stories that make you feel so happy inside.

So, I encourage everyone of you to visit this website, it is definitely worth the look!!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

How Could You?

This is long, but DEFINITELY worth the read. *Hint* - have tissues with you. I bawl my eyes out everytime I read this.


When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"

- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"

- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.


source: http://jimwillis0.tripod.com/tiergarten/id21.html