GreyTzu

Our dogs have both couch and bed privileges. Dessie and Deuce will sleep with us almost every night. And at least one of them is almost always on the couch with us. Danger and Disco have never shown any interest in the couch. Disco will sleep with me sometimes.

Dancer did the drinking and gacking up water thing when she first came home many years ago. We ended up using a raised water bowl and limiting how long she could drink at one time. By that I mean, we let her drink for about 20 seconds and made her walk around the kitchen and she could take another drink. This continued until she was done drinking. We pretty much did this most of her life, but toward the end she had learned not to tank up all at once. Even today, if one of our dogs start to tank up on water, we make them take a break. My dogs always have water, we just try to control how much they drink at one time. Hope that helps.

I use raised bowls and have for a long time with no issues. There is no hard-core data either way. There have been studies on both sides of the issues. If you look on the internet long enough, you will find something to support both sides. Everyone has an opinion. My retired Vet recommended raised years ago. I actually have not discussed it with my current Vet, because I am happy with my decision to use raised and my dogs are fine. It's a personal decision.

I am so sorry.

Peds. is what size my holistic Vet said they use.

What a wonderful tribute. I am so sorry for your loss.

How very sad. Condolences to her friends and family.

There is no real correlation to support the bedding theory. Disco never spent a day in his life on shredded newspaper and his belly is blackhead haven. Deuce, who was born, raised and raced by the same people, has a few and has never been on newspaper. Dessie, again born, raised and raced by the same people, has absolutely zero blackheads.

This is where our feets treats come from. If I have them in the house, probably once a week, they each get a feet treat.

Our dogs love them as a treat. Dried feets are enthusiastically devoured quickly and joyfully.

I am so very sorry.

The TV is on in our house 24/7. If we are not home or in bed, it's tuned to a music channel, usually soundscapes or some such touchy-feely naturey sounds. I think it serves as background. From what I know, most kennels leave a radio on also. The choice of music is left up to whoever turns out the lights, country, rock, metal, head-banger... :lol

And how is your poop after a lamb meal? :rofl Over the years, we have fed 8 greyhounds L&R diets will good results.

If it comes from his rear or butt, he may need to have his anal glands expressed. The Vet can do it. Or if his breathe was really stinky prior to his dental, the fur from where he normally just licks may have residual odor on it.

Do you get fur balls too?

Dogs can be like humans with allergies. What bothers one, may not bother the other. And there are also food allergies. Disco will go through spurts where he will rub his eyes. I use "Systane" drops in his eyes when he does. Our eye Vet recommended GenTeal Gel for servere dry eyes for our bridge 'Tzu, JD.

Pretty normal.. We remove them on a daily basis here. Eye boogers. Yup, normal. As long as they are not really odd colored or smelly, they are pretty much just like people eye boogers. Disco likes to nonchalantly wipe them on me.

I have not heard of it yet. I will be watching for updates.

I am very sorry for the loss of your beautiful Stella.

Are both of his nuts gone? Really gone? As in you know they were both there because you personally saw both of them before the big zip? Enlarged prostrate is another thought. With the U/S the vet should have seen it and/or a nut if one was left behind.

Beth, I am so very sorry for the loss of your buddy Steak. He was a sweet and loving companion. Steak will forever be entwined in your heart and soul.

I said good-bye to a cat that has been in my adult life the longest. It was the most heart-wrenching decision concerning a pet that I have ever made. Aggadore is the only pussy, cat that I ever bought. He was a Siamese Manx with gorgeous blue eyes. In 1996, a casual co-worker friend at the nuke plant had the litter and I told her I wanted one. She was a very careless person concerning her animals, despite being an AKC licensed judge, and said she was selling them for $50.00. No problem as I had wanted a Manx for a long time. Manx cats and polydactyl cats were a passion of my close friend Laura when she was living. She and I always wanted a Manx, polydactyl cat, all rolled into one. While she did some limited selective breeding with her barn cats, we never achieved the goal. FYI, her husband was a Vet and any kittens were "fixed" and placed in appropriate homes!!! After Laura's death, I had a few cats, but never really found a good companion housecat. Aggadore seemed to fit the bill. I never had any intentions to breed him and he was neutered as soon as age appropriate. And yes, the person I bought him from asked me several times if she could breed to him again. Idiot!! Anyone know where is name comes from? Yes, Agador Spartacus was the name of the Guatemalan houseboy played by Hank Azaria in The Birdcage. Awesome movie and popular about the time I got Aggadore. I changed the spelling because, you know, I am that kind of gal! In hindsight, perhaps naming him after a cross-dressing gay guy was not the best idea I ever had. Or perhaps it was foretelling. While his name was Aggadore, when he was a kitten I frequently called him Aggador-able Sparta-kissable. Of course there were other names for him, but most of those are unprintable. And somehow he got tagged with the name Precious Petunia, which was always met with his steely ice blue-eyed sneering glare. He hated it when I called him that!! I was single and had recently lost Singer my beloved GSD. The only dog in my home was JD a 'Tzu. Aggadore came home at 8 weeks old and quickly settled in as the lord of the house. He was fun and a bit weird, so a perfect fit into my home. About a year later, Kevin and I became an official couple living in sin and Aggadore soon clawed his way into Kevin's heart. In 1998, at age 2, Aggadore had a serious UTI and several Vet visits. The end result was PU surgery. Yup, poor Aggadore had his special "male" part amputated. The surgery and recovery were a success and he had no lasting affects from it. Well, he did develop a predilection for wearing my red high heels and painting his claws purple. But, you know, I always thought it a cute and there was no way it could be related to his name. :lol In 1999, Kevin and I adopted our first greyhound Dancer. She arrived home on a Sunday and I think Aggadore stayed on top of the refrigerator until Wednesday. :rofl He quickly accepted Dancer and later the rest of our greyhounds, with loving affection. He most frequently shared beds with them on the floor. A year later when Xena, Warrior Pussycat joined our home, his nose was out of joint for a day or so. However, she quickly paw-whipped Aggadore into line and they became good housemates. Over the years, Aggadore welcomed 8 greyhounds, 1 'Tsu and 4 cats into our home. He entertained our guests when we got married, and endured our trips to Key West and the pet sitter. He survived several hurricanes, a move when we had to relocate for hurricane re-no, and endured a harrowing adventure outside when he escaped from Kevin one night. Aggadore was never an outside cat and as a result, he hated the grass. I think he spent the night walking across the street to the neighbors' house and back to our garage on the pavement. He was a very compact cat with typical Manx "rabbit-like" hind legs. He had no tail at all and he had the Siamese blue eyes and voice, but without the vocal-ness of most Siamese. At one time he weighted in at 16 pounds. Aggadore loved to sit on the headboard of the waterbed. And to leap into the middle of it just when you were getting comfortable or were about the fall asleep. Yeah, lots of good times there! Changing the sheets was fun too because there was always a large cat-shaped lump under the sheets. He would jump onto the middle of the bed and he fully expected to be made into the bed. He did not care if it was between the sheet and mattress pad or between the sheets or the under the blanket, he loved it. And he would sleep tucked in the bed for hours. Weirdo! However, he never liked to sleep under the covers with us. Several years ago, he developed a bowel blockage. After a Sunday ER Vet visit and a manual evacuation, he needed a course of antibiotics and a fiber addition to his diet. He recovered pretty well from the invasion, but his bathroom habits started to slide downhill and he began to develop UTI's as his age progressed. Needless to say, UTI's do not bode well for a PU cat. In recent months, the antibiotics seemed to have stop working and he was becoming incontinent. His weight was dropping and he was not happy most of the time. It is heartbreaking to see a cat who was so robust and full of life, slip down that path. Dignity is so much a part of a cats' make-up. The past few weeks were spent cleaning up more puddles and washing beds as the incontinence increased. I knew Aggadore was not happy with a wet butt nor with sleeping in the wet spot. Monday I made the decision to send him to the bridge. While he was reasonably bright-eyed and bushy-butted, I wanted to preserve his pride and dignity. Our Vet gave him an exam Monday and seemed to think he felt a mass. He agreed with my decision. The whole "day to early/day to late" subject has been argued many times. But to me, it is all about quality not quantity. Aggadore, I love you forever and I know you understand and accept my decision. I know you have joined Dancer, Dylan, Dixie, Donner, JD, Xena and Mallory at the bridge. Someday, when we reunite, I hope to gaze into your accepting and loving blue eyes again.

Deucie did this a few months ago. I stuffed a "girl" pad in the toe of a sock, crammed her foot in the sock and changed it a few times. Then I stuffed a clean "girl" pad in the toe of a bootie and she wore it for about a week, changing the pad a couple of times a day. I think by the second day there was no more blood and by the third day no more seeping. She healed fine and the nail has grown back, though it is a bit wonky now.

Sending healing energy!