Sunday, April 19, 2015

Diet Tips from Alfie and Chelsea

For Cats: Cut the Carbs

“Switch to lower carbohydrate foods,” instructs Dr. Katherine van Ekert, a veterinarian at VetPronto. “Cats are obligate carnivores and, ideally, should not eat any carbohydrates, so pay special attention to labels. Also, small amounts of tuna, chicken, and meat are OK, but should be supplemented with cat food, too.”

(Chelsea says: "I already eliminated potatoes and white bread.  I am NOT giving up the marinara sauce.)"

For Dogs: Cut the Excess Food
“Reduce the amount of dog food in Fido's bowl,” advises Amy Robinson, dog trainer creator of the dog training program Drool School. Read the dog food label for recommended amounts and reduce by 15 percent for small dogs and 20 percent for large dogs.
(Alfie says: "OK so technically this is NOT in the bowl.  You see that, don't you?  My logic is flawless.")

For Cats: Don’t Let Them Eat for Comfort
Your cat may be an emotional eater! Luckily, there are steps you can take to improve your furry friend’s relationship with food. “Engage the cat in play,” advises Salley E. Bahner, a writer and feline behavior consultant. “Cats may look for food as a way of seeking attention.”

(Cheslea says, "I love to combine the two - you know... play and... food.")

For Dogs: Ditch the Table Food
“No human food from the table,” Robinson declares. “Even just a bite will lead to more.”

(Alfie says, "It doesn't count if you can steal the food AWAY from the table.  Small children have no calories in their food.  It's true.  Look it up."

For Cats: Make Bone Broth
“Homemade broth, especially bone broth, is a great tool to get your cat started eating real food,” counsels Dr. Cathy Alinovi, veterinarian at Healthy Pawsibilities, who encourages clients to explore dietary options for their pets beyond packaged food. “Bone broth is made by boiling bones in water that has one or two tablespoons of cider vinegar added to it.” 

(Chelsea says, "You know, adding a smidgen of turkey for me wouldn't kill you.  I have low blood sugar."

For Dogs: Go For a Walk
“Take one leash walk per day, every day, for at least 20 minutes,” suggests Robinson. “This helps melt off fat in a hurry. Hot out? Make that walk 15 minutes and toss a ball down your hallway 10 times.” Plus, you’ll get in a little bit of extra exercise, too — not to mention quality time with your pup!
(Alfie says, "Make sure to walk with a friend, too.  It makes the time fly by and the companionship makes the whole exhausting experience worthwhile."

For Cats: Watch Their Water
Your cat may be in need of hydration. “Switch from kibble to wet food,” advises van Ekert. “Wet food better mimics cats’ natural diets and provides water — which is important, because cats can be notoriously bad drinkers.”
(Chelsea says, "This is not as easy as I thought it would be."

Sunday, April 12, 2015



Rescue Me Ohio
HAMILTON - Pit Bull (Mix)
Franklin County Dog Shelter & Adoption Center
Columbus, Ohio - ~RS~
For more information on this adoptable pet, please contact the shelter directly.… Hamilton is a goofy, happy pup! Hamilton is a friendly pooch who gets along with everybody. He loves to play and is a total goofball. Hamilton is a wiggly, excitable pup. He gets along with other dogs and would be happy to have a K9 companion in his new home.

I'm a fun-loving, happy-all-the-time, glass-is-half-full kind of dog looking for someone who loves to laugh and play around. Must have a great sense of humor and a bunch of tennis balls.
More About Hamilton

• Kennel: B12
• ID: 75316
• Location: WARD B (ADOPTION)
• Age: 8 Months
• Breed: Pit Bull (Mix)
• Adult Size: Medium
• Weight: 37.9 lbs
• Sex: Male (Neutered)
• Cost: $123
Are you interested in...
Adopting Hamilton?
Register for an account and/or log into our online system to complete and submit an adoption application, or email our Adoption Contact.
Sponsoring Hamilton?
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Alfie's Story - Dog On The Lam!

This pic was taken my first day in the house.  Good lookin' right?  Yeah,  I know.  I take my breath away too.

Here's another view.  Same day, different pose.  Actually, I look a little shell shocked, don't I?   But you know, my name was Elf at the pound.  That's humiliating for anyone...

Hi, now I’m Alfie.  Darcy told me to share my story with you people, so here goes.

First off, I did NOT eat the remote control – I don’t care what mom and dad says.  That damn thing just leapt right into my mouth.  Very strange.  Same thing with mom’s cell phone.  And dad’s three shavers.  And, um, the other remote control.  You know, I think Darcy shoves that stuff in my mouth when mom and dad leave – Darcy knows I’m scared to death and unable to defend myself when that happens.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Anyway, all right.  My story begins around the holidays about two or more years ago.  I was on the street in Tampa – I did NOT pee on that woman’s bougainvillea.  Nor did I eat any part of that man’s lawn mower, or that old lady’s shoe…

Anyway, the feds caught me and Hillsborough County Animal Services took me in to a very scary place.  Lots of dogs in there, all of them wailing and barking and crying.  I was captured with a few others and, well, frankly, in spite of it all it was great to have a good meal.  I hadn’t eaten anything but plastic for days.  I don’t remember where I came from either, I was just a pup then.  A really big pup.  And I looked pretty tough too.  I have great markings – look like a tiger… ferocious, you know.

  Oh shut up, Darcy!  I am tough!  If you don’t stop laughing I’ll call mom!

So, where was I?  Oh yeah – at the pound.  Blech.  But, like I said, I had a good meal everyday and lots of water… funny thing is that the other dogs that were there when I came in started to disappear, and new ones took their place.  Some of the guys were adopted, I know.  I would bark and yell for attention when folks would come in but they’d back up.  Scared the crap out of them.  It was really funny.

But, then they would pick someone else.

Scary thing was there were some guys that just… disappeared.  We kept being moved to locations farther and farther back, and I started to get, you know, depressed.  That sounds so lame now.  But I thought no one wanted me… and, soon I would disappear too.  It was pretty bad for a while.

Then this couple came in – they’d seen my picture on Facebook (the feds had taken a liking to me for some reason so as other dogs disappeared around me, I was given another chance, and then another, and then another…)  Well, I just turned my back on these old fools.  Damn, I wasn’t wasting another barking and growling show just to watch them choose someone else.  I have my pride you know – plus, I was getting really tired of it all.

Then, suddenly, the cage was opened and I had a leash on me and I was being led to the courtyard where folks and dogs have a ‘meet and greet’.  Damn, I had never been that far before with ANYONE so I made certain to mark those old folks as mine.  I wasn’t letting them get away if they were stupid enough to get me out of the cage!

Yep.  I peed on them!

Must have worked cause mom (she’s my mom now) she laughed so hard I thought she’d have a coronary.  What a hoot.  But, when I was taken back to my cage after that I thought “damn it, I screwed up again - big time.”

Well, I hadn’t – mom and dad came back for me!  Yeah they did!  And they had a leash and it was put on me and THEY walked me out, and on my way I stopped by every cage in that last room to say good-bye to my buddies.

I hope some of them made it out alive too.

Whoa!  I have to go, dad is eating a sandwich and he always gives me some of it.  And then I have a couple hours of napping to put in and then there is that damn squirrel in the yard…

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Cat Depot

My name is King Kitty and I owe my new life to Cat Depot in Sarasota, Florida! This nice couple found me begging for food in their apartment complex. They even took me to the vet to get my shots and to be tested for any diseases. They had me checked for a chip but my previous owner didn't chip me. I would recommend that to all you pet parents out there. If I had been chipped, I could have returned to my home.  The nice couple tried to take me in until they could find a home for me but they have a spoiled kitty that didn't like me being there. I hated it and wanted back out. I am sweet and loving and would make a wonderful kitty for someone!
We had to wait awhile but they finally got me into Cat Depot. This place is pure heaven! The people that work here really love their jobs and care about all of us kitties. We don't have to live in cages and we have lots of comfy spots to relax! If you are looking for someplace great to donate...I have attached their link! Tell them...Kitty sent you!!

Anti-cruelty Society ideas for donations and crafts


Do-It-Yourself Donations & Crafts

These projects are a great way to help shelter pets, from home!

All pets need behavioral enrichment items  to keep them busy, happy, and stimulated while they live within a shelter environment.  Please help.

The links below will show you how to bring the comforts of home to the animals in our care. All the items can be made from recycled materials, so they’re not only good for the animals, but good for the environment too!

Adoption Report - Darcy Wasylowski

Hello, my name is Darcy.  This picture was taken the day after I was adopted from Manatee County Animal Services by my mom and dad on July 1, 2011 – that is the day my true life began.  My name was Princess then.  blech.

To start with, I was confiscated from my original home – a dirty, awful trailer park.  I had been chained to a tree outside, rain or shine, 24/7 my entire life and I was about one and a half years old when the feds came to get me.  Believe it or not the neighbors called Animal Cruelty.  Yeah, it was bad.  The neighbors had been feeding me scraps and giving me water, because whoever was in the trailer I was chained beside had forgotten me.   I was taken away (none too soon I might add) and then the checkups began and the “surgery” and a bunch of other stuff I don’t remember.

I do, however, remember the day my mom came into the special Manatee shelter where they brought ‘featured’ dogs.  It was a great place, a former office the feds had revamped for us, and  I had my own room with a big window where people could watch me.  The day mom and dad came in I spotted her right away.  I know a sucker when I see one.  Sure enough, out of the seven dogs there she wanted to meet ME, and I really impressed her with my jumping and pushing her over, and then my long nails really dug into her.  She screamed with delight. 

Anyhow, then the damn feds wanted her to take me outside, to see if she could handle me – don’t ask me why, people are weird sometimes.  Anyway, I’m part Australian Cattle dog so I knew exactly what to do.  I ran frantically back and forth and pulled her everywhere.    For some reason dad wasn’t happy about that though.  He said I was “too much to handle,” whatever that means.  And here I thought mom had had so much fun, because she was panting really hard.

Well, they brought me inside and then mom and dad were going to leave – but suddenly she had to go visit the Human’s fire hydrant that’s kept INSIDE (can you imagine how unsanitary that is)  As she passed by my room I kept my eyes on her the WHOLE way, and I used my mental powers (which are way better than hers, believe you me)

It worked.  When she came out I zeroed in on her again and then she said to dad, “I want her.”  And dad agreed. 

That was nearly four years ago now.  I have a big, fenced in yard, I get big meals and treats and I get to sleep on the bed whenever I want.  They even got me a pet for my very own, my brother Alfie. 

And, better still, they think it was all their idea.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

A Cat's Testimonial - Using a REAL Pet Sitter vs. the "kid down the street"

Using a Real Pet Sitter

Oh Noooo! The suitcase is out! I hate it when that happens because that means the kid down the street will be here while Mom and Dad are gone! He comes in once a day for about 5 minutes and all he does is throw more food in my unwashed bowl, scoop my box every other day and rarely gives me fresh water! He doesn’t even look around the house to make sure I am okay. For all he knows, I could have been hacked by mice during the night and left for dead! He doesn’t even play with me or give me treats!
I wish they would do what Tigger’s parents did.  They hired a real pet sitter! I was on the lanai last week chatting with Tigger next door and he told me all about it. He told me how this real nice lady came every day and stayed for 30-45 minutes. She washed Tigger’s bowls everyday and made sure he had fresh water. She cleaned his box everyday and even swept up all the litter he kicked out while covering his stuff.  Tigger is very friendly and came out to greet her except for one day when he fell asleep in the closet. Well, she looked all over until she found him to make sure he was okay. That made Tigger feel safe and loved. She also played and loved on him depending on his mood. Tigger also did some posing for pictures so that she could give his Mom and Dad a nice picture when they got home.

I asked Tigger how they found this nice lady. He said they Googled local pet sitters and saw that she was bonded, insured and certified. She also had great reviews and belonged to a couple of pet sitting organizations. This made them know just how serious she is about her work.  Tigger remembered the name of the company because it was such a cute name…Chase’n Tails Pet Care, LLC…….I am going to pull this up on Mommy’s computer so she will see it!

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Housebreaking your Human

Adult humans can be housebroken in the same way as puppies.  Puppies have limited bladder control, as do older humans.  Watch them carefully.

Humans enjoy sleeping in a jig-saw like pattern - the reason for this is unclear, and often breaks up your own sleep.  Accommodating their strange desires is, of course, a kindness but is rarely appreciated. Selfish by nature, humans usurp the better sleeping areas initially, spreading their bulky and oddly draped limbs everywhere.  During the night, they will vacate the warmed spot to you, probably due to feelings of regret and guilt, only to return minutes later pretending that they've "changed their minds" and will mumble at you to "move over," or "get the hell out of my spot," or the particularly pathetic shout, "OFF!"   Do not give in to them.  It is for their own good.  Adapt or become extinct, it is the way of the world.  Besides, you were in such a nice dream...

Humans MUST go potty when...
they wake up in the morning or after a nap
within 1/2 hour after eating
before they go to sleep

It is often useful to block their path

The Sad Cat Diary