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DaRu
DaRu
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Oct-12-2005 14:27

Yesterday morning at 6am, Texan, Woody, Zech, (our Yorkshire Terriers), & I, got up to get ready to leave for Katy, TX, to see our Pain Control Specialist, when Woodrow & Zechariah started coughing none stop. I became frantic because we had to go see our doctor, & couldn't take them to their doctor until we got back. So, to help stop the coughing I gave them small doses of Tussen DM, a cough formula. I gave this until we got back & rushed them straight to the Vet, at which time Woody was coughing continuously & having tremors. I was afraid Woody's trachea would collapse because a dog bit him on the neck years ago & damaged it. After the doctor checked them from head to toe, his prognosis was Bronchitis. Bronchitis has an incubation period from 5 to 10 days, then when symptoms are noticed, there's a harsh dry cough, aggravated by activity or excitement, sneezing, plus mucous in the throat that keeps one coughing & gagging, in an attempt to clear it, as well as a temperature. Neither of our boys had a temp or was sneezing. By getting treated right away this prevented the infection from elevating into a secondary bacterial infection or pneumonia. He had to give Woody a narcotic cough suppressant shot, to help him relax & stop coughing. He also prescribed an anti-inflammatory drug & anti-antibodic pills for the infection. He said to keep them dry & warm, but not too hot, plus rest for seven days. Said we should see a difference by tomorrow, which we have, thank goodness! Today, Woodrow has coughed when excited, or when he wants something to eat, so in order to keep him calm I had to give him a small dose of Benadryl, & yet he's still been whining & barking to go see his friend Sunny, who lives across the street. All day long Zech & Woody have went back & forth to the sliding glass doors, looking outside to let us know they want to see their little friend. Everyday they are use to going over to see Sunny &, in fact, my spouse carries them over there two or three times daily to see him, & when they don't get to go, they let us know about it..lol. Sunny's Mom sa

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DaRu
DaRu
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Oct-12-2005 14:32

it..lol. Sunny's Mom says that he sits in their living room window looking over at our house, watching for Woody & Zech to come over to see him. When Sunny sees Woody & Zech coming he jumps down from the window, & runs throughout the house, barking & wagging his tail, saying "Mom they're coming & I want to go outside to see them," she says Sunny has a special kind of bark when he sees them. He also has an aggressive type of bark when he see stray dogs, or other people, so she knows when it's Woody & Zech, which is so smart of Sunny. Then as Texan carries the boys over to Sunny's house, he'll stop at the edge of Sunny's yard, & put Zech down, & says "Zech, run to the front door & bark & let Sunny know you're out here," & Zech will take off like a blue streak running to the front door, & starts barking loudly, like he's saying, "Sunny, come outside, we're here to see you," then Sunny's Mom opens the door, cause she knows it's Zech, & Sunny runs out so happy to see them, Texan & often me. Oh yeah, & Sunny doesn't like many humans, but he does like us...yeah! Guess he appreciates the fact we take time to bring our boys over to visit him, ha! Their daily ritual in seeing each other is so adorable. Also, what amazes me more is that our three boys only likes each other & if a stray dog or another animal comes near them they will bite it. It's like us three & no more click..hehe. Oh, Texan called Sunny's Mom to explain why he couldn't bring the boys over to see him today, & she told Texan that Sunny had been sitting in their window looking over at our house all day watching for the boys to come over & that he'll be so stressed out & upset, when he can't see them for several days. Well, not only will Sunny be upset & stressed, Woody, Zech, Texan & ME..hehe! Poor babies, it's so sad. Well, prayerfully our boys will get over this stuff & get to see their little friend soon. Just thought I'd share this with everyone, because I thought it was so neat!

DaRu
DaRu
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Oct-12-2005 14:47

Oops, meant to delete the repeated words, before I pasted the continued part I wrote..sorry about this.

Anyway, I thought it would be neat for those here in Sleuth that has pets that they'd love to share about. Like what type of breed they are, how old, birthdays, what special things they love to do, & so on. I'll add some some info about our boys. First off, we purchased Woodrow 11 years ago, & he's from Kingwood, TX, born August 27th,1994. He's the son of a through breed championship female, named Abbigale, plus several other names to her credit, which I can't remember offhand without looking at Woody's papers. Anyway, when Woodrow was five we were given a female Maletese & Woodrow & Sugar had three babies, born in my closet on September 2, 2000. Zechariah Nathaniel was the first born son, then Ezekiel Jordon, was next, then last born was a tiny tiny tiny (few ounces) little girl, I named Sarah Ruth, but she died within two days. We had a funeral for her & took pictures of the boys, Woody & Sugar standing at her grave. I/Grandma, made her a purple cross and glued little baby things on it, like a little doll, a bottle, & baby toys, which was adorable. By 8 weeks old, we gave Zech's brother to our granddaughter, who somebody stoled out of their yard here in San Antonio. A few years later we moved to San Antonio, & often wonder where Ezekiel is at, but we'll never know who took him. Well, today Woody is 11 years old, & Zech is five, & they mean the world to us. I call Zech, my grandson, but he's both a son & grandson to us. Ok, that's it for now, but I'll share some fun & neat things that's happened later, but first I can't wait to learn all about your pets.

Colonel Shanty
Colonel Shanty

Oct-12-2005 15:26

I'll get the ball rolling for you, DaRu:

I have a puppy named Jayjay and a cat named Whiskey. Jayjay's small and cute as a button...Whiskey's about four and she's lazy and uncooperative. lol! Whiskey was raised in the wild (can you believe), and she always hunts mice and chipmunks and pests and rodents. God forbid, I always have to look at what she brings home. Jayjay is a playful guy ---oh, wait, I forgot to tell you, he's a Husky =) ---and he cannot, I repeat, CANNOT stop playing around. *Sighs* But these two guys (Jayjay's a boy & Whiskey's a girl) are great company, and they're sooooo cute!

One day, Whiskey went out while I was reading. She came back with a chipmunk in her mouth. The poor little creature wasn't dead yet, however, and was in shock. I shooed Whiskey away, and let the chipmunk rest. He scampered away (with a little difficulty) before Whiskey saw. I punished the cat, but not too severely. I don't believe in hardcore punishments. Jayjay has yet to do something of significance, but when he does, I'll share it here.

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Oct-12-2005 17:59

Wow,this could be a long one LOL As some of you probably remember ,I had a dog named Turbo, who was part German Shepard and Husky,who died in July. Even tho he isnt here physically, he is alive in my heart and memories and I'd like to start with him, as part of my pet stories!
I got him while at a friends house. This boy brought this little puppy in,who looked scared, and nervous,tail tucked between his legs,which means a dog that maybe has been abused or cowed down in some way. He asked if any of us wanted him,that he was a stray. Well, my friends already had a dog,and I knew how they treated that poor thing so there was no way they were going to be given a chance to do that to another so, I said Id take him. I didnt even know whether Id be allowed to keep him but, I some how knew that if I brought him home for my mom to see, since she is an avid animal lover like myself, that she would say ok, we're keeping him lol my dad would be a bit harder to convince but even that seemed to go pretty smooth. When I brought him home, he immediately went behind the couch to hide. After some coaxing, he came out and we took him to the bathroom t clean him up a bit and found that he was just swarming with fleas. They were making him bleed ,they were so bad. If he woldnt have got immediate treatment, I believe they would've killed him. Next day, we took him to the vets, got him flea-free, and got his shots...then had him groomed. With that little bit of care and love, he didnt even look like that puppy that walked in my friends door. He was a beautiful boy...and each day, we could see him grow into this big, healthy looking, bright,beautiful and smart boy! We kept him inside with us, and even had his own bedroom. Well, HE made it his bedroom. He would sleep in the bed, with his head on pillows....and he even would wait until my mom and I would go to bed, b4 he would. Unless we were up too late, then he finally had to turn in.
I just know that he knew what we were saying to

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Oct-12-2005 18:21

him when we were talking to him. We never had to say a word to him when we wanted him to come here to us, we would just motion our finger,which was saying "come here" and he would come. If we wanted him to stop in his tracks, we just put our hand up,and he would stop and what an excellent guard dog and protector he was! He never barked unless someone was close to the house....that was the only time, and that makes a great guard dog. One day we had to all leave, and ofcourse he stayed in the house, when we returned, we knew something was wrong because we let him outside in the back to go bathroom (which he always held as long as we were gone, he never went bathroom in the house and we didnt even have to teach him that), anyways, he ran outside and he lunged with all four legs hitting the gate of our fense,someone had been on other side looking in and Turbo sensed that from inside the house. Amazing! He was leary of strangers, and was very watchful of my parents and myself.
Then, one day the ol dreaded, we got him "fixed"....vasectomy? lol I dont know but anyways, you know what I mean.....and that same day he came home,which he was in pain, mom went and bought an alaskan malamute pup ,who was full of energy, and ready to play. Turbo wouldnt have none of it, he just walked away and wanted to be left alone. I guess I would too if I was hurting lol anyways, getting Laskey,meant that Turbo had to go outside, along with Laskey. We couldnt have two huge dogs in our house....and Laskey was a good size pup.
We went through that puppy stage with Laskey, from him knocking a piece of fense down and thenm getting out all the time ,to him digging holes trying to get out. lol very strong dog, we really had to buckle down the hatches haha
The whole backyard of my parents house is nothing but concrete ..they have inground pool,and concrete all around it,and a very nice pen for the dogs with their own huge shed as their house, with AC in it in summer,and heater in winter :)

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Oct-12-2005 18:25

Life of royalty, yes but thats how it should be when you choose to have animals :) Laskey and Turbo grew into be the best best best of friends, and couldnt do without one another. When Turbo would leave to go to vets or groomers, Laskey would sit by back door and howl and cry, so we would bring him in while his brother was gone to keep him company. We are talking a 175 lb dog who was all muscles, turning into a big baby hehe laskey is a big baby...and thank goodness for that. He would be terror if he was mean.
Turbo got older, and when he hit 13 yrs old, he really had a tough time. We found he had diabetes. We had to give him shots, which I truly believe, and so does my mom, that the shot killed him. Even my bro's gf ,who is a vet, said that a dog his age, shouldnt have had that shot...all it did was speed up the process of dying. I will never forget the last day I saw him....I had moved out and lived out of town and was going home and he couldnt even get up or anything. I remember him looking up at me, as if he was saying "goodbye friend" and it still tears me up when i talk about him. I left to go home, and my dad and bro took him to vets cuz he was in such bad shape...

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Oct-12-2005 18:34

and that night i called mom, and she was saying that Turbo was at the vets, and how she cried when they lifted him...because he was so light. He once was a big, sturdy, 140 lb dog and was a light 65 lb dog. As I was talking to her, it had to be 10pm, the vets called, and said that Turbo died on the table. They didnt know why. I just think everything was too much for him to take. We sobbed like babies. Laskey went through his own depression...he would just sit and stare atthe gate, thinking his big brother was going to walk through there any minute.
We all are better but Turbo will never be forgotten....and there isnt a day that goes by that we dont think of him, and when we do...we still shed a tear for that golden brown beautiful boy, who, as I told him all the time, was my "main man" :)
Now Laskey has his precious ways about him....Turbo was a kisser and Laskey is a hugger. He tries to wrap his big body around our leg,just trying to get close. He is a big love bucket, who loves people, especially kids, and hates strange animals. If any animal gets in our backyard, he kills it. Immediately. If rabbits get back there, and we're out back, we help the rabbit get to safety b4 Laskey gets to it lol One time, my mom was in kitchen and she heard a strange noise. See, Laskey doesnt bark at all...I dont know if it was because all through his growing up, he didnt have to because Turbo did the barking if someone was close by. Laskey only barked or growled if something, like an animal, was in the backyard. Sure enough, mom walked back there and laskey was fighting a opposum...a pregnant oppossum. Mom said that his hair on the back of hisneck was standing straight up and teeth were bared. He killed that oppossum in one snap with his mouth. then brings it to my mom and drops it at her feet like saying "see mom, im a good boy" lol he is quite a boy :) He is 11 yrs old, and isnt as heavy as he was but still big..120 lbs :)

Then, my mom has a cat named Samson, who is an

Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
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Oct-12-2005 18:39

indoor cat who always tries to go outside. lol He is as fiesty as he is loving, and he is huge! We found him at my aunts b-day party in the woods...behind my cousins. He was a stray but he knew who he wanted to go hoome with because he only let my mom and I pick him up and he only came up to her and I. My dad groaned awhile but he let us bring him home, and thats where he's been ever since. A good, smart cat!

I have a bird named Tiki...he is a cockatiel...he was a Christmas present from my fiance`/ He talks and says things like "Pretty baby", "pretty boy Tiki", "Love you" and I am trying to teach him to say "bye bye" right now. He also whistles....gives "cat calls", whistles parts of the tune to The Andy Griffith Show, if any of u are familiar with that and he gives me kisses. :) lol He is definitely MY bird only....he doesnt let anyone but me hold him or get close to him. he will climb on my fiance but as soon as he goes to touch him, he runs back to his mom...which is me :) He is a beautiful bird...and my moms cat, and laskey, and Turbo and Tiki, are all my babies :o)
Sorry to ramble so much....I can talk about my animals for days..Im such a proud parent LOL

Moonshh
Moonshh
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Oct-12-2005 20:53

Hee, yeah, you've opened the floodgates now, DaRu!

I have all sorts of stories about my pets. Right now we have three dogs, Charlie, Bella and Little Joe. Charlie is over a hundred pounds. He's a shelter adoptee we got in Newark, NJ, in 1995, and we think he's a shepherd/Rottweiler mix or something. He looks like a cross between a Doberman and a Rottweiler, actually, neither as broad as a Rottweiler nor as narrow as a Doberman, but sleek black fur with the golden markings that those breeds have. Bella is two years old. She's a dobie-husky mix, and she's about 50 lbs. or so. She's named Bella Woofer after Bella Wilfer in "Our Mutual Friend" by Charles Dickens. Joe is a Malti-Poo who came from a shelter in Portland, OR. He is about ten pounds, so we have quite the range.

I could tell so many stories about them. We love them dearly, but they cause us all sorts of trouble. One of my favorite stories, though, happened when we still lived in NY.

We only had Charlie (and our cat, Sam), at the time. Charlie had a friend, a little white dog named Aurora, who used the roam the farm on neighboring property. Whenever we would walk him, and they saw each other, they would play and play and play together until we had to separate them because we had to get going again.

Well, Aurora could roam, and Charlie could not, so she would come and sit at our door, as if she were asking, "Can Charlie come out to play?" This was very cute.

But then, one morning, when we were asleep, she discovered another option. She climbed up the steps AND over the gate onto our deck (no mean feat in and of itself), then climbed through the window we had left open instead of a cat door for Sam. It wasn't open very wide at all, and she had to jump up to get through, but she managed it. So there we were, at 6:00 in the morning, with Charlie and Aurora racing all through the house and waking us up, all because that darned smart Aurora figured out how to sneak into our house...

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