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Monday, 20 March 2017

PET SAFETY – THEY CAN BECOME DEADLY PROJECTILES!

Most of what I am going to say is, or should be, common knowledge.
 
We have become a very safety conscious society – children’s safety, home safety and our own safety. Why is the safety of our animals not that high on the list, if it is even thought of?

We have spoken about harnesses versus collars and you know what we think, but think a bit further – what about when your dogs are in your car? How do you restrain them? Or are you of the mind-set that they are well behaved and will sit still?

Have you thought about what will happen to them in an accident? They are as much at risk of flying through the windshield as you or your children are.

So the cat is in the cat basket, how is the cat basket secured?

Apart from the obvious injuries the dog or cat may sustain, think about your own safety as well. I do not relish the prospect of being hit behind the head by a dog or cat in an accident, do you?

Think about what will happen if you are in an accident and the dog or cat gets out through a broken window or open door, what are they going to do? They will do what comes naturally to them, they will flee and probably become another stray animal, if they live.

Your car already has seat belts, use them to secure the cat basket and there is a simple seat belt harness clip available that will secure your dog. In the UK and a number of US states it is a requirement that animals be restrained when travelling in a vehicle.

Don’t wait for an accident or legislation to take preventive measures.

For your sake and your animal’s sake – BUCKLE UP!

If you don’t want to, or can’t buy a seatbelt right now, keep an eye on our Facebook page for our Easter Egg Hunt where you can win a Car*Safe Seat Belt. In the meantime it is here on our online shop.




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Monday, 13 March 2017

WHEN FICTION BECAME FACT – A SHORT STORY THAT CHANGED A DOG’S LIFE

Some years ago, around 2002, I suddenly got the inspiration to write the completely fictional short story below. I sat down at the computer and wrote it in about 30 minutes. I printed it and gave to my wife to read – she did so and then threw it at me, burst into tears and asked “How do you dare give this to me to read?” Well, I was somewhat thrown, not sure how to handle it as I did not think it was that sad…
Skipping on until 2003 my wife was out working in Johannesburg when I got a call from her, it was quite short, “I found Minnie!” At that point I knew we had another dog.
Here is the complete, unedited, original version, with the follow up at the end:
MINNIE
“Who are all these strange people,” Minnie thought to herself, “they certainly don’t look and act like the usual party crowd.”

Things had been a little strange around the house the last couple of weeks, boxes appeared, cupboards were emptied into the boxes and furniture moved around.

Minnie had wondered about this, but Joe and Sally had been the same towards her all the time, so she wasn’t particularly worried. Today, however, is very different. The strangers are carrying the boxes out of the house and disappearing with them and Sally is just standing there looking at them, sometimes even smiling.

Joe, unusually for this time of day, is also home, but he is running around talking to the strangers and spending a lot of time outside or talking on his cell phone.
As the house slowly starts emptying of boxes, the strangers start taking the furniture out as well.

“Could these be the thieves that Joe was always on about?” Minnie wonders to herself. “No, can’t be, because Joe always said they will not come while he is here and that they are bad people. These cannot be bad people, not if Sally is smiling at them.”
Minnie is by now feeling a little bit perturbed. Why are the strangers taking everything? Where are they taking it?

This is certainly not what happens when Joe and Sally goes away for a few days – the rest of the things stay in the house, they only take a suitcase or two with them. Maybe they are going for a long holiday and need to take everything with them?

Yes, that is it, there they go to the car with a big suitcase!

Like every time in the past that Joe and Sally went on holiday, Minnie runs to the side gate to watch them leave and wish them a safe journey. Not like every time, though, Joe and Sally just leave without even looking back.

“Oh well, at least now I have the whole house to myself gain for a few days and I can lie in the sun on the couch without anyone complaining.”

“Oh, oh. What is going on here, my door is closed, I can’t get back into the house?”

Minnie is now starting to get really worried, where is her food and how is she going to get in and have a drink of water? Joe and Sally have always been so careful to leave her door open for her. Something is wrong here, very wrong.

As it starts to get dark, Minnie takes yet another run around the house, trying to spot an open door or window. Nothing, there is not even a light on anywhere.
Thirsty and very hungry, Minnie goes back to the side gate, sure that Joe and Sally will be back soon.

By nine o’clock she feels panicky and starts shouting for help. Not too loudly as Joe had always told her to be quiet and not disturb the neighbours, but this is starting to become a real emergency. Minnie cannot understand what is going on, she has never been outside this late on her own and it is very dark and scary out here.

Eventually, tired, hungry and cold, Minnie curls up into a little ball at the gate, too scared to go away in case she misses Joe and Sally’s return. Sleep comes with difficulty and only in very short bursts – every time a car drives down the road Minnie wakes up to listen if it is them…it never is.

By sunrise Minnie has realised that maybe Joe and Sally are not coming back. At least not soon. But they will come back, they always have in the past.

Minnie is now severely tempted to use her secret hole to go next door, but is afraid that if she does that, she will miss them when they come home.

Too scared to leave the gate, she sits in the sun waiting. Very hungry and very thirsty.
By that evening Minnie decides to find a warmer place to sleep, sure that she will hear the car in time to get to the gate and greet Joe and Sally.

Again she goes to every door and window, but they are still locked. In desperation she overturns the dustbin, a very naughty thing to do, she knows. Digging around in the stuff that fell out, she finds scraps of food, scraps she would never have eaten, but she is so hungry.
After eating the worst meal of her life, Minnie burrows into the dustbin. It smells awful, but it is warm and she feels a lot safer. Settling down she falls asleep and dreams of lying in bed with Joe and Sally and remembers sharing Joe’s morning toast with him…

In the middle of the night Minnie is suddenly wide awake, was that a car she heard? Is that not maybe them? She runs to the gate, nothing, she must have dreamt it.

Walking despondently back to the dustbin, her bed, she realises that it must have rained sometime during the time she had slept. Thirstily she licks at the grass, getting the first water into her in days. She remembers the place by the back door where it always forms a puddle when it rains. The one that annoyed Sally so much because Joe would never fix it. Minnie runs there and finds the most glorious sight she has ever seen – a big puddle of water, more than she could ever drink. Thirst slaked and tummy full, Minnie crawls back in the dustbin and sleeps peacefully till morning.

Minnie wakes up to voices. She leaps out of the dustbin, scattering bits of rubbish everywhere and runs straight into a man’s legs. Not Joe’s legs, but a human being at least.
“Where the hell did this mutt come from? It is filthy, get rid of it immediately!” I all Minnie hears before she feels a hard kick against her side that sends her flying.

She runs for her secret hole, but is so weak from hunger that the stranger easily catches her. “Not so fat, you are not going to hang around here to pester us! I am getting rid of you right away.”

Unceremoniously Minnie is thrown in the boot of a car and she feels the car driving off. Now very, very scared, Minnie wets herself and the car, but she no longer cares, Joe and Sally has forgotten about her, why should she care?

The car stops and Minnie hears footsteps, the boot opens and she gets picked and thrown out. Landing in tall grass, luckily unhurt, she looks around as she hears the boot slam and the car drive off. She has no idea where she is, on the one side is tall grass and on the other a road with a lot of cars going very fast.

Not sure of what to do, Minnie decides that she would rather go where she can see and starts to cross the road…

What happened next is that my wife saw this almost black little dog next to a busy highway close to Soweto and promptly stopped and called it over. Highly unusual for a stray dog, it immediately went to her and she loaded it in the car and took it to the rescue centre in Pretoria.
Apparently it was quite smelly and very dirty. Once it had been given a good bath, it turned out to be a white Maltese cross-breed. Obviously Minnie came home a couple of days later and moved in like it had lived there its entire life – got on famously with all the other dogs and cats!
The vet and us, suspected that Minnie was about six years old when we got him and severely malnourished – He eventually lost all his teeth, but happily ate everything put in front of him.
In 2010 Minnie was diagnosed with diabetes and given about six months to live. We gave him daily insulin injections for the next year until he became insulin resistant and we had to finally say goodbye.


This is the last photo we have of Minnie, toothless, diabetic, but still trying to play - RIP Minnie, you are in a good place.

Monday, 6 March 2017

THE RESCUE CAT – A FOLLOW UP, TWO YEARS ON

You may remember our earlier blog about Animal Behaviourists  and what we went through with our newly rescued cat. I’ve had a number of people asking how that turned out in the end.
Let me tell you, Isis (named after the Egyptian goddess) has turned into the most loveable and well-behaved cat you can imagine!
She, like all cats, spends most of her day sleeping and never ventures off the property – at most she will sit at the gate and stare out for a few minutes, get bored and find a place to sleep.
Neither she, nor the dogs, has any problem with one another and Cipia, our senior cat that got the brunt of Isis’ original behaviour problem, tolerates her to the extent that they chase each other around the house, with extremely seldom a hiss and never a growl!
One of her new habits is to get on my lap and watch me type and if I don’t pay enough attention, she will start kneading my lap, with ever increasing nail pressure…OUCH!
The time and money invested in consulting John Faul has been repaid in spades – we are happy and most importantly, we have a very happy family!
Isis Then and now:

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Monday, 27 February 2017

PUB ETIQUETTE FOR DOGS (AND OWNERS)

So you recently moved and were very surprised to notice that your local pub allows dogs. Immediately you thought this was a wonderful idea (and another reason to go to the pub…).

The next thought was how would your dogs react to other dogs close to you as, of course, they are very protective.

Being the responsible owner you are, you made a couple of trips to the pub, without the dogs, just to suss it out, of course. You quickly realised a couple of things:
·      Of the four dogs you regularly saw, three roamed freely and one was on a leash. The couple of others that popped in from time to time were also on leashes.
·      There were no fights, all the dogs seemed to get along quite well.
·      Alarmingly, there were no “poo bins”, not that you saw any dog requiring its use, but what do you do if your dog has a little accident?

Well prepared, at least on the research front, you took the big step and took your dogs with…

About five minutes after sitting down you realised you made a huge mistake – your dogs did not react well to the new surroundings, they growled at everybody and seemed afraid of the two other dogs there. You decided to beat a hasty retreated before it became embarrassing, especially in a smelly way (you already smelled the tell tale signs of imminent solid depositing).

Now what?

The above is loosely based on our own experiences and we had to decide whether to try it again or do we resign ourselves to leaving the dogs at home?

The first step we took was, of course, back to the pub a few evenings later. We then started chatting to the other dog owners (by this time we were on nodding hello terms.)

From these discussions and our general observations, we took the following steps:
·      Firstly we had to come to terms with the fact that we were probably ten times as nervous as the dogs and they picked up on that, which made them more nervous and protective.
·      We took the dogs back one afternoon when we knew that it would be quiet and there would be no other dogs
·      Luckily we have a dog friendly park across the road from the pub, so we took the dogs for a nice long walk first. This gave them the opportunity to “do their business” before going to the pub (this is Cape Town and the park even have dedicated dog poo bins.) We have a little container of small poo bags permanently clipped to the one dog’s leash, with spares in our bags.
·      A small packet of treats went with and as soon as we sat down, each dog got a few treats and a bowl of water was put down close to them
·      Next time we took the dogs was early evening, again on a quiet night, but with at least two other dogs there. By now our dogs was over the excitement of a strange place and only had to get used to other dogs. Guess what, they all got along and the others even got treats from us!
·      Keep your dog on a leash if it tends to wander off.

Like all things in life, a bit of planning and forethought goes a long way to alleviating stress, yours and the dogs’. Relax and enjoy the pub with your dogs! We made a lot of new friends as a result of our dogs being with us, take the opportunity!

As I mentioned, we are in Cape Town and we have an annual list of Ten Best Dog Friendly Pubs, but we are not the only lucky ones, see EatOut’s list below for a place close to you.

EatOut has a list of <A HREF=”http://www.eatout.co.za/article/dog-friendly-restaurants”>65 dog-friendly restaurants:</A>
Cape Town – 25
Jo’burg – 19
Pretoria – 13
Durban Area – 12
Winelands – 3


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Monday, 30 January 2017

The Sad/Happy Story of Pippa (and puppy mills...)

On one of our regular Monday evening outings to Café Verdi with our dogs, we spotted a little puppy with a hind leg heavily strapped.  Of course, Gerda had to investigate…

Turns out it is a sad story with a happy ending, but it goes beyond just this puppy’s story, it is also an attack on back street breeding, or puppy mills.

The puppy was introduced to us as Mia by her foster mother, Daina. This is Daina’s story.

“We heard about the puppy (her new family has named her Pippa) from my boyfriend’s mom. A colleague of hers knew of a couple in Mitchells Plain that had a few puppies to sell.

Little Pippa was hit by a car and her back leg had been broken in two places. Because of this, she was unable to get to her mom for milk and as soon as we heard about her we went to go pick her up.

We took her to the vet immediately and were told that she was in a very bad condition, not only due to the broken leg and lack of nutrition, but she had also lost a lot of blood from ticks and fleas that she was covered in. The vet dewormed her and gave her a blood transfusion to increase her blood count and two days later she was ready to come home with us for rehabilitation at just 8 weeks old.

We immediately fell in love with her as she had the sweetest little personality and didn't let her bandaged leg stop her. Each day she got stronger and stronger. She really is a little fighter and once she seemed healthy again we started looking for a home. A month went by with little interest.

One day I went to Forrester’s Arms in Newlands and Pippa would not leave one group of people alone. She was obsessed with the table. There was some interest so I gave them my number and the next day I received a phone call that Pippa would finally have a forever home.

I took her to the vet again and her bandage was removed. Due to the fact that the new parents had two other dogs, I was asked to keep her for another week (I didn't mind at all - she was my baby!) for some more rehabilitation to increase her mobility.

By the time I dropped her off at her new home, she was able to walk on her sore leg even though it isn't very strong yet and she was so excited to meet her new brother and sister.
Her new family loves her so much and the second I handed her over I could see the adoration in her new mom's eyes.

Her new mom and I are still in contact and Pippa is doing extremely well and is having a ball with her new family.

I am so glad that I was able to have helped this little girl and gotten to know her gorgeous personality.

I will miss her dearly but I know she is now well looked after and is so happy at her new home!”

Young Mia, rather, young Pippa, is one of the few happy stories when it involves puppy mils. These are unscrupulous sub-humans that breed dogs purely for cash with absolutely no care for the mother or the puppies’ health. Far too often the mothers are literally dumped when they can no longer breed or becomes ill – mastitis is a common ailment that goes untreated and will result in death. Less than perfect puppies or ones that do not find buyers quickly suffer the same fate – abandonment or death, often by drowning.

What Daina did for Pippa is unquestionably wonderful and was certainly done with the interests of the puppy in mind. The problem is that she, unwittingly, supported the back street breeder.

Daina should be rewarded for her compassion and the breeder must suffer for his/her heartless and cruel actions. Unfortunately the is little that can be done under the law to prevent this behavior. The breeder can be reported for cruelty against animals, but if his kennels are clean and the animals healthy, the SPCA cannot act.

This has to be changed and the only way is to not support these so called breeders, who are in fact animal farmers with no hint of conscience.