Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Holidays and Your Pets



Hello, Darcy and Alfie here with some thoughts about the holidays coming up.

First of all, if you are going to adopt a fur baby, consider saving an animal from a shelter near your home instead of spending hundreds, sometimes thousands, of dollars on a designer dog. Because, you know, we're all just dogs in the end. Big, small, fat, skinny - we are put here on earth to provide you with unconditional love and devotion. We're not showpieces... well, maybe some of us are.

These Vegas dancers are wild, aren't they?  Where was I, oh yeah. In short, save a life, adopt a rescue pet, and give the gift of unconditional love to yourself.


HOLIDAY PLANT DANGER

Be mindful of these dangerous plants during the holidays. They may add a warm touch to the home but they can be painful, and even life threatening, to your pets:

Lilies - can be deadly to cats and even may cause them kidney failure

Poinsettias - can cause upset to your pet's digestive system

Mistletoe - especially the toxic berries - can be very upsetting to tummies and even can cause fatal heart problems


Holly - diarrhea, vomiting, nausea... none of which will add to your holiday cheer

Ivy - be careful, especially English ivy

Amaryllis - can cause vomiting, diarrhea

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Hibiscus -  diarrhea

Doesn't leave much does it?

And, by the way, vacuum up the needles that fall from the tree frequently. Those can cause stomach upset as well.




HOLIDAY MASSACRES

Speaking of the tree, put the glass ornaments at the top and secure the tree as best you can. Especially if you have a curious cat or two wandering around.

And candles. Good gravy what a cat can do with lit candles, or bowls of toxic fragrance, is amazing.

If you have a dog and cat combo, well you're pretty much doomed. I would suggest animal proof extension cords or, maybe move out of the house entirely. Just saying...

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*** for more information visit American Humane Association


Friday, August 5, 2016

Miss Darcy Visits Her Doggie Shrink



“So, Fraulein Darcy Wasylowski is it? How do you do. I am Doctor Samoyed Freud, eminent dog psychologist, voted Best of Breed, Vienna Kennel Club, 1943. Please to make yourself comfortable. No, not there. Not there either. Fraulein, you are supposed to lie on ze couch, und keep your paws in ze air! Vunderbar. Now, tell me about what has brought you to mein esteemed doors today. I hear that perhaps you haf a problem mit storms...”


 “Yes, doctor. It is a small problem. Very small. Hardly noticeable.”

“But, you are trembling. Und drooling. Und your eyes are rolling around like brown marbles…”

“Be quiet! Was that thunder? I think that was thunder, don’t you?”

“Nein, dat vas not thunder. Dat vas my stomach. Fraulein could you please get back on top of ze couch, und not under it?”

“Nope. I’m fine right here.”



Ach du lieber. What do I care? It’s all bratwurst in ze end. All right, now Fraulein Darcy, tell me ven your fear of storms began.”

“That would be just after my first family brought me home to their trailer park. I was just a puppy then. I don’t think I – what was that?”

“What? You mean ven I just sneezed.”

“Really? That was a sneeze? Sounded like a geyser erupting. Let me just quickly write out a short will… “

“Actually, ve must hurry along, Fraulein. My next appointment is in ten minutes; a Siamese cat who believes he is Archbishop of Canterbury… 


... so, if you could please go on. Your first family brought you home. Vas it a nice home?”

“It was… unfortunate. My people chained me outside their trailer, and then I think they forgot about me. The lady next door brought me food and water.”

“Und how long were you out there each day?”

“All day, all night for about a year, rain or shine, or hurricane.”

“Und how did zis make you feel?”

“I learned how to dig under a trailer and eat pinecones. The police came and took me away. Now I’m with a different mom and dad.”

“I see. Und how does zat make you feel?”




“Great. They feed me, and I have a huge fenced in yard, and a baby brother, Alfie, who is one dog biscuit short of a box. We sleep on 85% of the king size bed. We eat cereal or eggs in the morning. It’s wonderful.”

“Yah, I see. It sounds very good. Und how do your new parents handle ze storm related panic attacks? Vat tools do they employ? Desensitization to sound? A snug garment? Behavior rewards?”

“Oh, no, none of that.”

“Really? What then?”

“Drugs! Doggie Xanax. Works every time.”