Critter Sister Journal

Bob Got a Home!

2012-02-14T10:35:00.003-06:00

Bob got a home! He was born on the westside of the county in a stray cat colony, but now he has a forever home. Wish Bob the best with his new family! Bob, we love you! Hope they keep your name Bob! Such a sweetie!

Hope they give us updates on him.

Got Your Ohio Pet License Plates?

2012-01-13T17:37:00.001-06:00

Do you love pets like I do? Then you'll want to purchase your Ohio Pet License plates. What a great way to tell others about how you love pets and give exposure to a great organization, The Ohio Pet Fund, at the same time!
Tell all your family and friends!

Check it out on the link below:

Ohio Pet Fund

The 2012 Challenge

2012-01-04T09:55:00.001-06:00

My brother Barry is the funniest guy. He's always been the joker in the family. Talked to him on the phone the other day and he said, "Here we are in another perfectly good year to mess up in!" Even though he was joking, I can understand his logic.

We tend to "mess up" with no intention to do so. I have challenged myself to seek God first in this new year and have Him direct me with business assignments, projects, and personal quests. Keeping Him first will no doubt make all the difference!

Here's to the 2012 challenge!

Happy New Year!

2011-12-31T09:53:00.000-06:00

Wish everyone a happy and prosperous new year! Let's stay in touch! -Critter Sister

Back to the Bible

2011-12-27T13:10:00.005-06:00

Those who know me realize that I often jump around and don't stay focused too long on one project. Although with the help of others and definitely God's direction, I managed to publish "Family Journal Magazine" for 10 years, 1998 through 2008.

I have come to the conclusion that a jump-start is needed every morning to get myself back into the Word of God. I need to read the Bible everyday so I try to get synchronized with God, if that's really possible. I do want to be in tune to what God wants for me. I think everyone wants that.

So beginning on this date, I've started reading a daily devotional and the Bible. The devotional I have chosen to read everyday is "Rise and Shine" by Liz Curtis Higgs.

Reading today: "Rise and Shine, Sister Mine!" (Thanks Liz -- those words hit me hard)

Bible reading:

"Better is the poor who walks in his integrity
Than one who is perverse in his lips, and is a fool." (Proverbs 19:1)

Father, thank you for your gentle hand in guiding me back to the Bible. Offering Your guidance and direction in a most subtle way. You are the One I will turn to and not a counterfeit or substitute of the world will ever be sufficient. Thank you for never giving up on me! In Your precious Son's name, Amen.

(Graphic - Painting: "Pray Today" -- I do not know the artist/owner of this painting. Although it may be over 75 years old and the copyright may not be exclusive as it once was. Intention is not to infringe on the use of this print/painting. Using for noncommercial use only.)

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-22T12:03:00.000-06:00

This Critter Sister is on a writing sabbatical.

See you after Christmas!

Spending Time with My Friend Chloe

2011-12-20T14:06:00.004-06:00

Absolutely love it when I petsit for Chloe! She's a little rescued dachshund whose home now is with a couple who treat her like their child. They spoil her rotten. She lives with them in a huge house with a big screen TV with surround sound. When I come to care for Chloe, it's like a vacation!

Chloe may be spoiled, but she is so sweet. She's got star qualities! I tell her that all the time. Matter-of-fact, she reminds me of the movie star Lauren Hutton. In this picture, she is smiling, but you cannot see the space between her teeth, but it's there! It's the Lauren Hutton space-between-the-teeth smile. Miss Hutton was a famous model before starring in films and on television. I tell Chloe she is the next Hollywood discovery. I tell her that the "Hollywood Walk of Fame" is destined to place her pawprint next to Lauren's signature on the Board Walk. Both Chloe and Lauren share a physical trait that makes them stand out among the rest. It's only fitting that they share this honor. This sweet, little dachshund listens to my every word!

Chloe loves to watch movies with me. Last evening, we watched "An Affair to Remember" with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr, twice! I tell her I have the best job in the world. Nothing like being paid to watch movies with a good friend! Chloe's choice for next time is "Hotel for Dogs". Although I told her I will not watch the movie, "Marley and Me"...it's too emotional. She agreed.

This Critter Sister Does Her Homework

2011-12-19T11:30:00.003-06:00

Since being a publisher for many years, I always receive "permission to reprint" on every piece or photo that is "owned" by someone else. Although some people must not think I do my homework. Seeing the Norman Rockwell print on the cover of "PUPS Digest", someone said, "do you know that print is copyrighted?" "Of course," I said. "permission was received from the Norman Rockwell Museum."

It's not surprising that some people inquire about this as plagiarism is everywhere on the Internet. Yes, this Critter Sister does her homework and would never knowingly publish anything that belongs or holds a copyright by someone else, without receiving written permission.

I do hope others who have websites and publications seek permissions first before using materials owned by others. The natural thought for most people is that if it's on the Internet, it's free to use. That's not always the case. It's pretty harmless in an email to send others' materials. Although if one plans to "spread it around" on the Internet or place on a website, please seek permissions first. It's just the right thing to do!

Actually, I am waiting on permission to reprint some pictures and a story about a rescued greyhound. Hoping to receive the permission needed before posting. If I don't receive, no post. I suppose I will conjure up my own story and materials. That's what I should do anyway!

Making Up for Lost Time

2011-12-18T10:35:00.001-06:00

No way to make up for lost time! No siree! But I will be jotting down some little quirks or quips each day to share with my family and friends. You may not always agree. Isn't that what makes the world go round?!

Boojee makes Pat and my world go round a little better! She's a joy and cannot be described with her antics that are priceless! Thanks Boojee-Boo! Such a nice cat!

I saw a sign the other day on my way to Indian Lake, it read: "Does your Christmas come in a box or in a manger?" Enjoy your day as we approach Christmas!

Pep Talk, Bowl of Oatmeal Is All It Took...

2011-10-14T13:23:00.004-05:00

What does it take to motivate you? For me, it used to be a trip to Mel's Diner, Gatlinburg, TN...but NOW, I found out that two super-hyped, physically-fit friends and a bowl of oatmeal can do it for me! Yep! Changed my life immediately! Now, how long will it last? Only time will tell. However, I haven't slowed down since breakfast which consisted of a bowl of oatmeal with pecans and cranberries, water and a cup of coffee! How many "Weight Watchers" (WW) points have I mounted? Don't know, but I'm 'bout ready to get back on the wagon and give it another try. No commitment, yet, Alyce...just mentally working my way back to WW...hopefully will be there physically SOON!

Money's Tight? Tell Me About It

2011-07-14T14:13:00.017-05:00

Asking for money for a 501c3 nonprofit organization is never easy. PUPS needs your contribution in order to publish "PUPS Digest" a free resource guide for the pet community. In addition, it features pet-human bond stories that we all love as well as fun puzzles for the entire family to enjoy.

If you'd like to help "PUPS" send your donation to:

Pets Uniting People Society
Post Office Box 49
Tremont City, OH 45372

or donate safely on "PUPS" website/blog:

http://www.pupsunite.org/

Boojee's Butter Blunder

2011-04-16T15:47:00.004-05:00

Unknowingly snooty, snobby, and far above the rest…that’s boojee! That’s my cat! No question, it’s the perfect name for her. We welcomed Boojee into our family a couple of weeks ago and what a joy she’s been! Despite her boojeeness (I think I just invented that word!), she’s one cat that caught my tongue in a bit of a tease.

After having Booger our dog as a family member for almost 16 years, I find cats so different, especially Boojee. She climbs onto everything! Usually I leave my butter out on the counter. Today I noticed Boojee walking on my counter! Wonder if she licked the butter? Never was I concerned about my Booger in the butter! Now I have to get a cover for the butter. Boojee in my butter makes me bitter.

Boojee’s bored with this bad rap about butter. Because she knows who butters her bread. She pays no mind to this old bitty who knows when her butter’s been battered. Boojee stay out of my butter! I’m not talking baited butter, but I know my Booger was better when it came to butter. Although Boojee's betting she’s the one better in this butter battle.

Beggin’ for butter is not in Boojee’s bated breathe. This blending ‘b’ buzz boasts quite a bold ballad because of Boojee in the butter! Would a bet or a bop from Betty Boop make one read Boojee’s butter blunder backwards? Maybe on a boring blog!

Aw! She Looks Like Grandpa!

2011-01-29T11:38:00.078-06:00

It's been said many times that dogs look like their human parents (or grandparents in this case). When daughter Nancy and her husband Karl broke the news about a new addition to their family, we were eager to see the little bundle of joy!

They told us her name is Isis and she is named after a Greek goddess. How adorable I thought. Didn't think too much about how dogs resemble people until I saw Isis and my husband Pat together for the first time. Reality hit! Wow! They really do look alike!

After she arrived into the Casey household, the congratulations were in order and so were the passing out cigars. However, there will never be any cigars for this Greek goddess! She's feminine through and through despite her breed's manly characteristics. When she walks, she has a sexy twist, a very deliberate one I might add! (Just like her Momma Nancy!) Her pushed-in nose, sagging jowls, and freckled snout are her cutest features along with her short, stubby legs and chubby, wrinkly body.

Her most endearing quality is her desire to please despite her stubbornness. When it comes to discipline and manners, her dad Karl is in charge of this department. He's good and quick to hand out the rules and etiquette. Thank God for Karl!

There are a couple of things Isis needs to work on though. She needs to refrain from burping and passing gas after she eats without excusing herself! All the family is trying to figure out how to help her with this. Actually, I don't think she cares if she's polite or not. It appears to just come naturally for her to belch and blast!

If one of my artist friends was to illustrate a cartoon narrative, it would feature all the family sitting around the living room with Isis sleeping on Grandpa Pat's lap. Then all of a sudden, Grandpa waves his arms in front of his nose and gruffly says: "Isis, would you please go to doggie door and continue outside?! Whew, doggies!", as he grabs one of the newly acquired gas masks!

All in all, though, Isis is growing into a fine English Bulldog. What more could doggie grandparents ask for? Now, it's time for Dad and Grandpa to pass out those cigars (and gas masks)!

How to Stop a Dog from Chewing

2010-10-05T09:07:00.000-05:00

The act of chewing seems to be a matter of individual preference among dogs: some have an innate desire to chew as a pleasurable activity in itself, and some seem to have no need to chew whatsoever unless they’re driven to it out of sheer boredom. In any case, when chewing is destructive - it's a problem that NEEDS to be address quickly.

The phrase “destructive chewing” may sound redundant, because – by its very nature! – all chewing is destructive. Your dog has strong jaws full of sharp, pointy teeth: just about anything she starts to chew on is probably going to show the effects of it inside of a minute. So just to clarify, when I use the phrase “destructive chewing”, I’m referring to inappropriate chewing: the kind of chewing that’s focused on your own possessions and household items, instead of on your dog’s own designated toys and chews.

The 3 Main Reasons Why Dogs Chew:

1. Most dogs have a natural desire to chew. It’s fun, it passes the time, and it’s a self-rewarding, self-reinforcing activity (for example, if she’s chewing on something that tastes good.)

2. Chewing provides a nervous, bored, or lonely dog with an outlet for her emotions. To an anxious dog, the repetitive act of chewing is soothing – it’s the doggie equivalent of comfort food.

3. Under exercised dogs often use chewing as a way of burning up nervous energy and giving themselves something to do.

6 Ways to Prevent Destructive Chewing

Dogs are perfectly capable of learning not to chew your stuff – you just have to put in a little effort first, that’s all.

1. Doggy-Proofing: Take control of the situation: manage your own possessions. Your first step should be to dog-proof your home. Even if you have the best-behaved dog in the world, there’s still no reason to test her self-control – after all, dogs explore the world with their mouths.

Dog-proofing your home means taking whatever you don’t want to end up in her mouth, and making it unavailable. Consider her size and agility when deciding whether something’s out of reach: can she jump? Can she climb, or leap onto something else to reach the desired object? How tall is she when standing on her back legs

Common targets in the home include books, eyewear, clothing, shoes, garbage, and small crunchy appliances like cameras, cell phones, and remote controls.

It should go without saying that all food needs to be put securely away: don’t leave snacks on low tables (or even countertops – you’d be surprised how acrobatic she can be when there’s food at stake!), put all food into containers or the pantry. Rinse your dirty plates clean of any food scraps before leaving them by the sink.

2. Prevention: Prevent her from learning the joys of illegal chewing. The more times she manages to snatch a jawful of a forbidden substance – a chair-leg, a pillow, a running shoe – the more readily she’ll target those items in future. If you can prevent her from chewing your stuff in the first place, it’s a lot easier for her to understand what you expect of her. Practically speaking, this means confining her in a dog-proofed area until you’re confident of her understanding of the house rules.

3. Rule Setting: Don’t set her up for failure by blurring the boundaries between her stuff (OK to chew) and your stuff (not OK to chew). Don’t offer your dog cast-off clothes, shoes, or towels to chew and play with: realistically, you can’t possibly expect her to be able to tell the difference between your current shoes and the one she’s got in her mouth that you gave her five minutes ago.

4. Provision: Provide her with lots of tasty alternatives to your stuff. If her environment is relatively barren of attractive, appropriate chewing objects, you can hardly blame her for targeting your possessions. Remember, most dogs need to chew; if she’s an adolescent (under three years) or a puppy (under one year), her needs will be even more pronounced. Go on a toy and chew shopping spree, then give her two or three to play with at a time. Rotating the available toys every few days will keep things novel and interesting for her.

5. Supervision: Spend lots of time in active supervision. Yes, it might be easier for you to just keep her penned up in her dog crates, run, or the yard – but that’s boring and horrible for her, and hardly much fun for you either (if you wanted a pet that you don’t need to interact with, you’d have got a goldfish, right?) She can’t learn what you expect of her if she’s spending all her time boxed up in the dog-proof zone: she needs the opportunity to explore the boundaries of your expectations, so she can understand what’s appropriate and what’s not.

6. The Switcheroo: When you catch her chewing something inappropriate, interrupt her by making a loud noise: clap your hands or make an “Ah-ah-aaaah!” noise. Then, immediately hand her a tasty and dog-appropriate alternative (a rawhide bone or other chew toy); as soon as her jaws close around it, praise her lavishly. There is no better way to get your dog to understand that chewing “her” toys equals praise from you, but everything else equals trouble.

Maintain a Positive Attitude

Above all, remember to keep your expectations realistic. You’re not perfect, and neither is your dog: there’s likely to be at least one incident where a cherished item is damaged by her curiosity.

Particularly in the early stages of your relationship, she’s still learning the ropes: it’ll take awhile before she’s completely reliable (and even then, if she’s left by herself for too long or feels neglected, she may choose your stuff over hers to occupy her time and jaws with.) Remember to give her time to learn the rules, and plenty of ‘you-time’ to help her learn faster – and don’t forget to take precautions and keep things out of reach until she’s got the hang of the chewing rules!

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Labels: dog articles, dog behavior, dog tips

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Teach Your Children Well...

2010-08-15T18:34:00.011-05:00

Katy's parents taught her to respect and care for pets in the proper fashion.

One sees it all the time. A dog running loose, no tags, no sign of the human parent anywhere. At one time, he belonged to someone. What were the circumstances? Was he not trained properly and ran away? Did he wander off without the pet parent's knowledge? There could be a hundred reasons why this person is no where to be found.

We like to give the benefit of the doubt to the pet parent, but what happens if this person just doesn't want the responsibility and lets him go. It's a sad state of affairs and should never happen, but it does all the time.

When one takes on the responsibility of a pet, he/she should know what's involved and that it's a time-consuming task to train and nurture a dog to be a well-trained and faithful companion.

This is why it is important to teach your children well about the difficulties and joys of pet parenthood.

Booger Hayes

2010-08-05T09:07:00.002-05:00

December 14, 1994 - August 4, 2010

Booger lived her dash well. We are grateful for all those comforting years she gave us. We shall always cherish her memory.

There'll Never Be Another Booger

2010-08-03T14:36:00.006-05:00

There is a slight hesitation going up the stairs. It's as if my dog Booger says, "You got my back end now, don't you? I don't want to fall again!" Our dog Booger is 15 and has lost most of the use of her hind legs, the muscles are almost gone and has dwindled to just bone.

How does one know it's time for a pet to be euthanized? I thought about this many times and I'm sure my husband Pat has thought this too. My theory is one just knows when it's time. When I see Booger falling down with most of her steps, I know it's time. I don't want her to break one of her spindly legs and be in pain. She's still a fighter, but it appears her body has given up the battle before her mind.

Booger was there for us for many comforting years and she will always be in our hearts and there's no denying that.

We love you Booger and may God give me the courage and peace to do what I have to do next! There'll never be another Booger!

Pet Albums

2010-06-24T20:13:00.009-05:00

There's no better way to keep precious memories of your pets than in a scrapbook. I have scrapbook pages of our dog in our family album and have a separate album for all the pets I've cared for over the years.

Scrapbooking can be a time stealer, but it doesn't have to be that way. You choose the time to take the photos and then place them in your book.

Here's a favorite page of mine in the "Critter Album"...it's Murphy, the cat! It took less than 10 minutes to put this page together. I had all the supplies and stickers available ahead of time. That made it easy!

Blessed with Talented Friends

2010-06-23T12:35:00.001-05:00

Ann Cothran Kallal is the artist/illustrator who did my new blog heading design. Isn't it fabulous?!

Visit Ann's website and get acquainted with her and all that's there:

Maggie Ross Dogs

Thanks to Ann, this blog is on its way to bigger and better stories about caring for those critters, both near and far!

Signed:
Critter Sister

Our Dog Duchess

2010-05-14T12:48:00.008-05:00

When I was growing up, we always had a dog. The dog I remember most was Duchess, a little blonde cocker spaniel, who will always have a special place in my heart.

Duchess was bought with paper route money saved by my brothers and sister. However, shortly after they began driving and dating, they were not as active in her life as they once were. It was then that I had ‘exclusive’ rights to say she was ‘my dog’ because I was the youngest in the family.

We acquired Duchess from a local breeder on Route 40 East. She was AKC registered and I remember the day we picked her up. All the puppies were in wire pens and we selected her to run around the yard. We laughed as she ran and tripped over her feet. She was definitely our choice because of her ‘star qualities’ – a clumsy run along with her little round head and sweet eyes.

Duchess was a little nervous and had one strange quirk, but I called it talent. When I’d wave my hands and arms like a conductor, she’d look up and start snapping her mouth. Her sounds were right in tune with the quickness of my flying arms. I thought she was so talented to do this every time. “Let’s do the conductor,” I’d say. Her little mouth started snapping away. What a talented dog!

Oh, yes, Duchess was not only talented, but also protective. She would stand guard at every friend’s house where I’d visit. My mom knew where I was when she saw Duchess sitting on someone’s porch. My little dog even followed me to school.

In March, 1957, we found her to be a great traveling companion too. She went with us on our family vacation to visit my brother Bill who was stationed in Biloxi, Mississippi (Air Force); and, why not, she was part of the family! Duchess had her own place in the car. It was on the platform of the rear window and then after a few miles, she’d move down on the seat to stick her head out the window to let her ears blow in the breeze. What a faithful companion!

Duchess was about a year old when she ran away with some mutt dog; and, of course, she came home pregnant and sick. She had a miscarriage and needed to be rushed to the Vet’s office. He kept her at the animal hospital and said it didn’t look good. That night, I prayed God would heal her. Even back then, God was trying to show His love, grace, and mercy to me as He allowed my dog to live! I remember thanking God and crying ‘happy tears’ that my friend was coming home.

When Duchess got older, it was hard for her to hold herself until she was let outside. She had frequent accidents and had my mom in a complete uproar. However, we all agreed that she was worth all the inconvenience. When her little body shut down, my dad was the one who lifted her up into his arms and took her to the Vet to be euthanized. He had a tough job and tears filled his eyes. My entire family shed many tears at this loss. However, we did what was best for Duchess. She was only ten years old when she died. I thought ten was old then, but now dogs live (like people) much longer.

Duchess shared a lot of time with me; and, to this day, when I see a little blonde cocker spaniel, I think of her and how much fun we had together. Duchess was one talented and faithful dog! She’s a wonderful memory on how deep the pet-human bond goes!

Don't Let Summer Bug You

2010-05-14T08:04:00.005-05:00

By David Henry, DVM, Northwood Veterinary Hospital, Springfield, Ohio

How many of you think that all you do during the summer is mow yard, trim shrubs, and weed your flower beds? With warm weather and rain, conditions are perfect for the plant world. So also are the conditions for all the pests in the bug world.

As for your pets, in the last two to three years the break through in technology in the control and prevention of fleas and ticks has afforded nearly 100% relief from fleas and ticks. Products like ‘Program’ and ‘Sentinel’ which prevent fleas by inhibiting egg and larval development 99% for up to 32 days or products that kill fleas such as ‘Advantage’ or ‘Frontline’ at a nearly 99% rate for 30 days are available. These products when started early and used monthly are more effective in the flea prevention and yet are probably safer on all ages of pets than many of the older generation of pesticides used in years past.

When we think of flies, most of us reach for a fly swatter to rid the kitchen of this unwanted pest. Flies can be a real burden for animals. The face fly attacks the ear tips on a small percent of usually longhaired outdoor dogs (collies, shepherds and huskies). The symptoms manifested are swollen, raw, bleeding, crusty ear tips. An insecticidal gel applied daily to the affected ear tips does wonders. Also supplementing the diet with Brewers yeast may alter your dog’s blood odor and indirectly repel the flies. This product is cheap and most dogs like it.

The most disagreeable fly strike is the blowfly. It is mostly commonly seen with longhaired, older pets, the very young, and pets with suppurative wounds or injuries. The flies are attracted by odors of urine, feces, or blood. The flies lay their eggs and within hours they hatch and feed on sores or wounds. Left untreated, they can and will kill your pet. Keep older pets clean and sheared in the summer. Keep their kennels clean, dry and insect free.

Saving the best or should I say worst for last, the pest that can ruin a beautiful outdoor evening is the mosquito. Besides its bothersome bite, this insect carries many diseases dangerous to man as well as animal.

The one disease, however, that has continued to become more and more prevalent to the Miami Valley is heartworm. This predominately dog parasite is also seen occasionally in cats and rarely has been in all warm-blooded animals including man. From a parasite indigenous to the southern gulf coast states and rarely seen in Ohio through the 1960s, heartworm has now become endemic throughout most of Ohio. This parasite’s larva enters the body through a mosquito bite and within 6 to 8 months can attain a length of 11-14”. Living on the right side of the heart and pulmonary vessels, they can over time result in chronic heart failure. There are usually no symptoms for 2 to 3 years. Due to its slow insidious nature, I truly believe most people do not appreciate the serious health problem posed by this pest. By the time symptoms appear, it is generally too late. If diagnosed early with annual blood testing by your veterinarian, the disease is very treatable. With all the preventative medications available today, your dog or cat does not need to be afflicted with this silent killer. From the older, still available and effective daily medications to the more popular monthly preventatives such as ‘Heartguard’, ‘Intercepter’ and ‘Revolution’, this parasite can be stopped before it happens.

The FDA has approved a new breakthrough in a 6-month time released injectable heartworm preventative called ‘Proheart-6’. It should be available from your veterinarian now. This product appears to have the positive attribute that the owner no longer need remember (or forget) to give that monthly pill.

Now as you enjoy a wonderful, warm Ohio summer sitting in the shade or by the pool with your pet, remember that your pets need plenty of shade and cool water too. Prevention is the key to a healthy, bug-free summer.Let’s narrow our focus to the pests that “bug” us: fleas, ticks, flies, and mosquitoes. The whole secret to NOT having fleas and ticks to be a problem is to start early (April or May) with a prevention program. Keep your yard well mowed and sprayed. Keep kennels cleaned, disinfected, and sprayed.

Tucker's Talkin'

2010-04-29T07:22:00.007-05:00

“Help! Help!” cried the loud voice from across the street! Since it concerned the neighbor so much, she urged her husband to go check it out. That’s when he learned that the voice belonged to the family’s newly acquired pet parrot, Tucker!

Tucker is a 3-year-old, blue-fronted, Amazon parrot; who happens to be a natural-born, American citizen. Since acquiring Tucker, Jeff Pontsler, Tucker’s Dad, reads books and magazines about parrots. He says that most parrots available now are born and raised in this country. Tucker may live another 77 years so he has been ‘willed’ to Jenna, 14, the oldest daughter, and caregivers go right down the family line so Tucker can obtain assured care for the rest of his life.

Although Tucker’s gear is often packed too when the family goes on camping trips, he sometimes stays with a family who has cats. His “Here kitty-kitty” phrase came from hearing the family call their cats. Everyone loves Tucker! He was very pleasant that day, but Jeff says he gets cranky just like a person. “When he hisses or spreads his tail, we know to leave him alone.” says Jeff. He also pointed out how beautiful Tucker’s wings are and displayed all his under the wing colors.

Tucker shares his family with two other pet family members: Murphy, the labradoodle, and Oreo, the rabbit. Tucker appears to just tolerate them. According to the family, their relationship is nothing like what Tucker had with the family’s previous dog, Toby. Jenny said, “Tucker would ride on Toby’s back throughout the house! They were best buddies!” Tucker grieved deeply when Toby passed on and there is continued hope that Tucker will someday bond with Murphy. At least for now, the chemistry doesn’t appear to be there. When asked about his feelings for Murphy, Tucker was speechless!

(Article by: Carolyn Hayes, published in 'The Springfield Paper', http://thespringfieldpaper.com, September 9, 2009 edition.)

This Petsitter and Social Media

2010-03-26T11:20:00.023-05:00

Well, yeah! Sure! I want people to follow my social media steps wherever they may go! Although I'm not a real computer whiz 'kid' (Heck, I sure do love that term 'kid' in describin' myself!).
Although with the PUPS' website/blog, I had to hire someone to design it with every 'cool' thing that needs placed there. So I called on Molly to do the assignment. She's helpful and knows her stuff about social media and pets! She's the 'Pet Web Pro' and the name fits, for sure!

As a petsitter, I have lots to learn about everything in the pet world. There is no one who knows it all or has all the answers. Although, wouldn't it be nice if someone did?! So many pet issues that need addressing, and, in actuality, only God knows for sure about a pet's outcome in life!

I was thinking...wouldn't it be cool to 'follow' a certain pet on, i.e. twitter and facebook, all its life? It would be fun to see how it would fare in this world by technology standards! For certain, Boog Dog would 'fetch' and 'dogpile'...without a doubt! Hey, gotta catch up with ya later...Boog Dog and me are in the midst of conversing on this subject in detail, it might take a while. In the interim, why not visit PUPS' website/blog?

http://www.pupsunite.org/

North End Dog

2010-03-11T09:17:00.011-06:00

I got out my 'Critter Sitter' scrapbook the other day and was looking through it and read again the newspaper story about this famous and notorious runaway.

He was known as the great escape artist, the North End Dog. He was on the run for two years and had been spotted from downtown to uptown to all around town. He was the Humane Society's worst nightmare.

Finally when he was captured, due to his numerous escapes and on-the-run lifestyle, the Humane Society was going to put him down. My sister spoke up for him and said, "He made it on his own for two years and you're just going to kill him? This dog is not vicious; he's the sweetest dog." After that statement, she was given temporary custody and boarded him at a local kennel (as hers was filled).

As soon as the story hit the newspapers, 'North End Dog' got a forever home. Appropriately his new human parents named him, 'Ned'. This is just one of many happy tales of tails. I'm hoping and praying more stories will have happy endings like this one.

Putting down my scrapbook, I wondered if Ned is still around and how he might be doing as that story was from 1994. I was hit too with the thought...could he have tried to escape again? However, I doubt it because I think all he really wanted was a family to love and understand him.

Saying Goodbye to Sam

2010-02-28T13:48:00.001-06:00

by Michael Gulvas

How do you say goodbye to your best friend? What words can you use to explain your grief at the loss of your constant companion for 13 years? Who or what can fill the void when you come home from work and no one is there to greet you with a warm embrace or a knowing expression? People or families, who have never owned a dog, can never truly understand how deeply you feel about the loss of a dog or pet. My dad has a wooden sign in his house that says, "Owning a dog is not a matter of life and death, it's much more important than that!"

When my dog Sam died, I couldn't seem to get over his death. Sam was a beautiful Labrador/German Shepherd mix with a bit of Blue Tick Hound thrown in for more music. He was black and tan, embracing the best markings of his mother and father to make a strikingly beautiful, big house dog. He gained respect from strangers with his size and his bark, but was as gentle as a lamb, and wonderful with children. Even with my grandchildren tugging and pulling on his ears, legs, or nose, he just had patience and acceptance, and took it all in stride.

We had Sam from a young six-week-old pup. We watched him destroy socks and slippers and chewed anything we neglected to pick up off the floor, including some of our kids' toys (wooden ones were devoured first). We moved to a bigger home, and Sam found bigger things to tackle. We tried keeping him in the garage and he ate his way through the mesh screen, in the door to the family room. We have the photos to prove it! He then decided that the tops of our wooden fence needed to be rounded to the exact impression of his canines. Our fence still shows the remnants of Sam's gum-soothing embraces. He played ball with Jared, my youngest son, but after retrieving the tennis balls, he never gave them back to Jared. Once Jared pried one loose, but the chew marks and the saliva rendered the ball useless. As he grew, Sam, lost his cute puppy looks and antics, and matured into a muscular 90-pound frame. He was always very active and ran the back yard like a sprinter and distance runner, protecting and marking his territory with strength and resolve. We never had a need to purchase a fancy security alarm system. With Sam and his bark and his presence, no one could have been a better protector of our property or my family. He even had his 15 minutes of fame, when he made the cover of The Family Journal Magazine back in April/May 2003. The only time I ever lied to Sam was at that time. I told him he made the cover of Rolling Stone! He never knew the difference.

Among Sam's enduring qualities, were his affection and unconditional love, his crisp beautiful presence, and his loving licks. He was really a frustrated lap dog. Anytime I would lay on the couch, he would muster up on the couch with me, and I don't know how we both fit. He just poured out love and affection and expected nothing in return. He was so gentle that I can't ever remember him even stepping on one of my kids or grandkids in some very tight places. And he was just a very pretty dog. He was so beautiful, and I told him everyday how handsome he was, and I always got a lick.

How do you say goodbye to your best friend? My dog Sam was more than our family pet. He absorbed my grief when my mom died and when I was having feelings of sadness and depression, he was my constant comforter. When I finally laid him to rest in my dad's beautiful sunny oak grove, on our family farm, I at least had the chance to say goodbye and attempt to have some closure. It was an uncharacteristic warm, sunny, and breezy January day in northern Ohio. The squirrels were chatting and active over head (Sam hated squirrels!) but it was fitting that the trees were full of them. My dad's Labradors and my sister's horse, Sam, all came over to pay their respects. I had been crying and sobbing for days, and now finally I could rest. I laid him down with his blanket and the copy of The Family Journal on his chest. I will never forget Sam, but I was able to say goodbye to my best friend. He was truly a gift from God, and I am so thankful.

(Thanks to Mike Gulvas for sharing his story about Sam. Sam passed away January 2007.)

Daddy, the Pit Bull

2010-02-23T12:37:00.016-06:00

Crittersister Journal is a blog where one can read about our furry friends and how much they are loved.

This journal entry is on a sadder note about Daddy, Cesar Millan's pit bull. He passed on Friday, February 19, 2010.

He was so cute and attentive on the 'Dog Whisperer's' episodes and displayed the calm and submissive state so elegantly to other canines.

He was a master and those kind of dogs only come along once in a while.

"I've always seen Daddy as my teacher of life. He brought my family and me so much joy over the years. Personally, he represented what my grandfather taught me, never work against Mother Nature. He will be greatly missed, but his spirit lives on," Cesar Millan said in a statement.

Thoughts and prayers go out to the Millan family and how blessed they were to have a dog like Daddy.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...

Author unknown...

Taking Care of Business

2010-01-31T09:05:00.010-06:00

At our house we used to spell out the word “walk” or just say a “w”. Because when someone said: “Wanna go for a walk?” They had better meant business!

Booger, our Boxer-Lab mix, was ready and set to go! Her ears perked up and her hind legs crouched ready to speed out the door. It’s good exercise and a great way to take care of business. How else can it be said nicely? I'd have my sandwich bags folded in my pocket ready to pick up on our designated route. Picking up was a good habit to get into and to stay on the good side of the non-dog neighbors.

One day, when we were out on one of our walks, Booger decided to do her “business” on a lady’s lovely lawn. Definitely an adamant dog watcher, this lady knew exactly when Booger dropped the business on her property. She was out the door yelling that she didn’t like dogs “messing” (I think that’s the word she used) in her yard! Well, all I had to do was wave my sandwich bag and she settled right down.

Sometimes there’s no warning when a dog's ready to do business, but I would always try to lead my dog to an appropriate area if I knew she was ready to go. I didn’t blame that lady for being upset. I don’t like dogs doing their business in my yard either. Leaving a dog’s business is just not politely right! Now-a-days, it’s probably best to use a biodegradable bag or a scooper for pick up.

So…dog walkers listen up, be armed and ready – carry a scooper or baggy next wanna-go-for-a-walk time! Taking care of business is the right thing to do!

Today, Booger is 16-years-old and isn't able to go on walks. She tries so hard to do the right thing and do her business outdoors, but it doesn't always happen that way. Thank God her droppings are solid and easily picked up. She leaves what I call the pellet trail and bless her heart...she's still taking care of business the best way she knows how. God love her!

A Story to Tell with a Lesson

2010-01-05T13:42:00.023-06:00

Mike was a dog I’ll never forget. I could have titled this story: Leave it to Mike, The Customer's Always Right, A Lesson Learned the Hard Way or Thank You Lord for Answered Prayer! The story begins when my friend Robin gave me a pet customer referral. It was a gal from her office and she was going on a cruise with her family and needed a pet sitter. Well, that's me! They left me in charge of their cat (which was no problem) and their 16-year-old deaf and blind mixed-breed terrier, Mike. I thought he too would be an easy one, but he was more unforgettable than easy!

On an afternoon before the big snow storm hit, my customers left on their cruise to a nice, warm tropical location. When they left that afternoon there wasn’t much snow, the real blast arrived right before my first scheduled visit.

By the time I reached their house, which was out-in-the-country, the snow drifts were high in many places. Fortunately the driveway didn’t drift and I was able to pull my car in without any problem. However, the snow had drifted on the walk and stairs leading to their front door. All I had was their front door key. Snow was up over my knees on the stair path and even higher on both sides of the stairs, making it almost impossible to walk.

With their house on a hill with lots of stairs and lots of drifts to overcome, I trudged upward slowly and fell many times, but was determined to make it. "Carolyn, you can do this! Carolyn, you can do this!" I kept repeating to myself. Having to crawl the last few feet, I reached the top and made it to the front door! Although my fingers were numb, I did manage to unlock the door. Completely out-of-breath, I stopped to gather my wits about me. Then I went to the kitchen where I found Mike and touched him lightly so he knew I was there. Mike could see just enough to know where the door was and I fastened him onto his chain, right outside the back door. I proceeded to check on the cat. She was skittish, but was fine. I scooped her litter box, made sure she had fresh water and food.

So the first day went well with no problems at all. Per the customer instructions before leaving from the first visit, I was to retrieve the garage door opener from their SUV in the garage so I wouldn’t have to use the front door key again until the last visit. I was so happy I didn’t have to climb and crawl up those front stairs again. Since the stairs were not steep, going down would be tolerable.

With the next day visits, the snow was still high in places and ice topped the freshly fallen snow. All went well until the night visit, when unbeknownst to me after turning the back light on, I decided not to put Mike on his chain. I thought that leash was so cold and he couldn’t possibly wander off as he was so slow. Well, this is when the nightmare began. I thought I could watch him and make sure he stayed on course as he couldn’t wander too far from the back door. What was I thinking? Just as soon as he was outside and did full duty, I thought he’d automatically come back toward the house. But he didn’t. He headed in the opposite direction traveling quicker than I imagined he could move. Seeing this made me panic and then I tried to move out, stumbling with every yell: "Mike! Mike! Here Mike!" The more I yelled the farther he got. He wandered about 500 yards toward the neighbor's house. Although I used a snow shovel as a staff, it was no help. I tried to gain traction, but the snow was just too deep. My legs felt like they weighed 50 pounds a piece. I didn’t make much leeway and the snow slowed me down until I was completely exhausted. I looked up and saw Mike walking on top of the snow as it was capped with hard ice. I tried so hard to reach him, but just kept falling and couldn’t move anymore. “Help! somebody, help me!” No one could hear or see me and Mike could not hear or see me. Oh Lord, help me, I prayed! I cried out, “Help! somebody help me!” I thought there is no way I can rescue Mike. I was so afraid he’d become lost.

My only hope was the neighbors. Even though everything was so quiet and no one was around, I kept yelling and finally I saw car headlights. The neighbors arrived home! (I remember thanking the Lord right at that moment.) After a couple more yells for help, they came to my rescue and brought Mike home! Thank the Lord! I was so grateful and certainly learned an age-old lesson, “always follow your customer’s instructions!”

Often these uncertain moments flash back into my mind like a “mission of no return”. And really that's what it was as it was a one-time pet sitting assignment, but I certainly didn’t want a missing dog to go on my record. Thank the Lord, everything turned out fine. The owners got home safe and sound, and, unless their neighbors told them, they never found out about all the hardships I faced.

I’ll never forget Mike! He’s probably at Rainbow Bridge now, but what a lesson I learned from him. I always follow my instructions to a tee and don’t waiver one iota. I often think about that episode with Mike and how “the customer instructed: 'don't let him out without him being on his chain!'” That’s something I learned the hard way! I laugh now when I tell this story, but I wasn’t laughing then!

Happy New Year

2010-01-01T16:56:00.007-06:00

Happy New Year and look for journal entries frequently.

Crittersister Journal will be filled with some new 'pet talk' this year as I get the hang of this new-fangled blogging technique.

One of our pet sitting customers couldn't believe I wore black slacks on an initial pet sitting interview with all her cats around. I said, "I don't mind the cat hair." My sister spoke up and said, "It's the only fur I wear!"

Come back and visit often. We love the company!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year

2009-12-23T17:17:00.001-06:00

Thanks for visiting this blog site and wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

In the new year, visit often to see new posts!

Blessings,
Crittersister

ABRACADABRA!

2009-12-22T12:31:00.004-06:00

Now you see it; now you don’t! The handkerchief disappeared! It’s not magic! Our dog ate it! Our dog Booger ate my husband’s handkerchief. She ate the handkerchief that he placed on our end table. Fortunately Booger passed the handkerchief with no complications a couple days later. This not only happened once, but twice. The second time really woke us up to the fact that this could have been very serious or even fatal for our precious dog Booger. After receiving instructions from our veterinarian, she vomited the handkerchief that same day and from that day on we have been very cautious as to where we lay our hankies or anything else that we think she may find interesting to eat.

Now you see it; now you don’t! The rubber glove disappeared! I read a story about a dog that ate a rubber glove. If you use plastic or rubber gloves to handle or rub meats, please make sure you dispose of them properly and in a manner where your dog will not be able to find them. This dog wound up in surgery. The cost of the surgery was well over $2,000. The glove needed to be surgically removed from its intestines.

Now you see it; now you don’t! The chocolate candies disappeared! Friends of ours have a chocolate lab that ate a bowl full of chocolates (wrappers and all) and later had a series of seizures. This added to other complications for this 7-year-old lab and the total veterinarian bill calculated over $5,000.

Let there be no hocus-pocus! Check with your veterinarian before giving your pet any remedies for any illness or accidental ingestion.

A.D.D. in Dogs

2009-12-20T14:33:00.004-06:00

It’s powerful enough to tumble tall buildings, long enough to sail a boat to China, and sweet enough to melt anyone’s heart! What is it? The bone-chilling stare of a dog or another name for it is: The Aggravated Dog Disorder or A.D.D.! Does your dog have it?

The A.D.D. symptoms vary with breeds. My dog Booger has it! Her symptoms began during her formative years and progressed rapidly into her aging ones. To suppress this disorder, my husband and I, as her parents, must adhere to a strict routine.

First thing in the morning, Booger must be let outside to do her duty. Then, she requires breakfast preparation of a combination of kibble, ½ can of Pedigree “Prime Rib” flavor (or another one of her favorites) chopped-up fine and served along side water, preferably with ice cubes. Immediately after breakfast, she wants her two cookies. If by chance the cookies are forgotten, then the cold, hard stare begins with a whimper or two which usually does the trick to alert us to the fact that we forgot the cookies. And we don’t try to fool her by just giving her one cookie because she knows the difference. “What’s the matter with you people? Are you trying to aggravate me? This is not getting any easier as I age!” indicates her dialogue (if she could talk), although her disgust shows quite clearly with just a look that would stop a clock.

If you surmise that your dog may have A.D.D., check for any unusual behavior as symptoms may go undetected for years before being diagnosed, and not by its veterinarian, but by you, its parent. Be gentle and patience as your dog ages because one day you’ll wish those A.D.D. days were back again!

Pets Want to Look Their Best

2009-12-16T13:45:00.000-06:00

Just as people ‘dress for success’ so should pets! Why not groom your pet to look its best? It may just boost its morale. One of my favorite TV commercials is the little terrier who passes by a mirror sportin’ his favorite sweater and goes back to take a second look ‘cause he looks so good! Dogs and cats know when they look good.

Your pet needs to feel good about itself and one sure way to do this is by giving it a beauty treatment at least once a month or depending upon the breed, perhaps a daily or weekly treatment. This could be an at-home session or a regularly scheduled appointment at a pet grooming salon.

Grooming your pet is very important no matter if you have a cat or dog. It’s especially important to brush a long-haired dog or cat on a daily basis. If you wait too long, those snarls and snags may never come out; then, your kitty or pooch would need to be clipped down to the skin to be relieved of those unsightly dressings. Whether it’s your groomer or you that apply this beauty treatment, the all gussied-up look may include: colorful and cute bows, ribbons or scarves. Just as you helped your child with his or her grooming habits, the same holds true for your pet. Only your pet depends upon you for its grooming routine its entire life!

Your pet will love it and so will you!

Gone Squirrel Fishin'

2009-12-10T12:45:00.000-06:00

I’m reeling it in nice and easy. Gotta move real slow, I think he’s gonna nab it! Nah! He scampered away! I’ve been squirrel fishin’ for a few days, but stopped to give some free sunflower seeds to my little squirrelly friend. He loves pickin’ out the seeds and eatin’ ‘em. He buries ‘em too!

If you don’t have a regular fishin’ pole, use a long stick and attach some string to one end and tie on a shelled peanut. It’s a new fangled way to get close to those little fellows, but never close enough to pet ‘em, ‘cause they’re still wild! After observing individual squirrels, I have found most squirrels are right-brain dominant. If squirrels, like humans, are guided by right, left brain theories, here is the general philosophy: “Right-brain dominants are guided by the more emotional, intuitive right hemisphere while left-brainers respond in sequential, logical ways, guided by the left hemisphere.”

If my squirrel is a left brainer, he’ll know to bite into the string and free the peanut, but if he’s a right brainer, he might stand up on his hind legs and try to get the shelled peanut off the stick. It’s great fun to watch him and he trails along after it for the longest time and never tires. Now the trick for me is to have someone take the picture while I’m reelin’ the peanut!

Squirrel fishin’ is a healthy, no-fat diet exercise for the squirrel and endless entertainment for me! Our neighbor Roger found a black squirrel for a pet. He got him to take a peanut right out of his hand. I’m still leery about that! But, I’m postin’ my sign today, it reads: Gone Fishin’…(for ‘right-brain’ squirrels!)

Take Time For What's Important

2009-12-01T08:10:00.000-06:00

I love to reminsce about pet sitting customers who became dear friends. One in particular was Hulda and her Golden Retrievers, Copper and Amber! I miss them so much and think of them often. Ahh! Such is life! Even though things do not remain the same, I continue to reminisce, read cards and letters from dear ones. Just the other day I came across a greeting card from my friend Hulda (her friends just call her "Hud"). She taught school here in my hometown for years. She became a dear friend of mine and I miss her greatly since she moved to Colorado to be with her son and his family.

The booklet's dated, 10 December 2002, it was a Christmas greeting booklet by Guideposts. It's so cute and I'd like to share the little poem on its back cover, by an unknown author. It sums up life ideally. I'm sure you'll agree. It's called, Take Time...

Take time to pray...it helps to bring God near and washes the dust of earth from your eyes.

Time time for friends...they are the source of happiness.

Take time for work...it is the price of success.

Take time to think...it is the source of power.

Take time to read...it is the foundation of knowledge.

Take time to laugh...it is the singing that helps with life's loads.

Take time to love...it is the one sacrament of life.

Take time to dream...it hitches the soul to the stars.

Take time to play...it is the secret of youth.

Take time to worship...it is the highway to reverence.

With tears in my eyes, I read Hud's greeting on the inside:

Thanks Hud! I miss you too. I think of you often and how you've been such a great encouragement to me! I shall never forget you and all the fun times we had with your dogs, Copper and Amber!

(Copper & Amber, from my Critter Album)

I wish I had a picture of Hud to add to my personal album. The last I heard, she was in a nursing home. I tried to reach her family, but to no avail. I'm so sorry I didn't take time to get her picture, but the one in my mind and heart will never go away. She's smiling and waving. That's the last mental picture I have of her when she was leaving for Colorado. What a neat lady and so glad we were friends!

Random Blessings

2009-12-01T07:11:00.005-06:00

This is a random blog about some random blessings! I'd like to shout out how God continues to shower me with blessings from an endeavor that has touched my heart and continues to do so. My husband Pat told me once that some blessings will not be known until I get to Heaven as far as the impact this magazine made over the 10 years it published.

My hope is to educate families on pets. So, please stop back and see what's new from time-to-time. It's always a joy to see you! May God continue to richly bless you and your family! And, remember, 'every dog and cat deserves a forever family home to love and care for it!'

Blessings,
Carolyn

A Top Cat Who Needs His Space

2009-11-29T10:06:00.000-06:00

The year was 1994 when I was first introduced to Murphy, my all-time favorite top cat. His mom, Mary, to this day tells me stories about him. When she brushes him, she tells him to lift his arm so she can get the rats out from his armpits. And, he’ll do it. (Actually I found out later from her note about Murphy that he was only stretching.) To me, he always acted more like a dog than a cat and I never knew why. Could it be his magnetic personality and how he’d watch television to learn more about being so smart?

In my early days of my pet sitting, I remember visiting him and he’d always be so stand offish. He’d hiss and spat at me. I knew, right then and there, he needed his space. Although, when I’d visit on his good days, he’d do a swooshing-purr stroll around my legs and be so lovey-dovey; honestly though, I often wondered if it was his way of thrusting an evil plan to do me in!

I’ve kept the original pictures and letters from him (his mom) in my Critter Sitters album and just got an email the other day of an updated picture of him. Now that they live in Tennessee, his mom tells me there are now two chocolate labs that Murphy shares the home with and it made me laugh when Mary told me about his antics to knock them around a bit so they know he’s boss! He’s sure to be in the book I anticipate writing: Tales of the Tails: The Chronicles of a Pet Sitter! His chapter, no doubt, will be jam-packed with adventure! He’s still one top cat at the ripe, old age of 18!

The (Undeserved) Reputation of the American (Pit) Bull Terrier

2009-11-19T12:17:00.000-06:00

Now, I know what you’re thinking, you read the title and you already have your mind made up about what your thoughts are on the aforementioned animal…let me stop you right there.

I would be lying to you if I said I didn’t have some reservation when my 29-year-old son, Justin, told me that he was getting a new dog…an “American Blue-nosed (Pit) Bull Terrier”. My thoughts immediately raced to the bad publicity that these animals have been subjected to over the last eighteen months. My son sent me pictures periodically and my skepticism was put at ease for a short time. Several weeks (and several photos e-mailed to me) later, I went to visit the member of my son’s new family, the Bull Terrier name “Zeke”. All of the bad media that I remembered about these dogs left my mind immediately. Justin taught this animal to sit, shake and stay within a matter of months!! Sure, the puppy was still a puppy and had its little quirks here and there but that is to be expected. This was indeed a great-looking, well-behaved dog

To assist in the proper upbringing of this animal, I bought my son a book in hopes that he would bring his new “son” up appropriately, the book…”Pitbulls for Dummies” of course!! So far, things are going well for Zeke and he is learning very quickly what is and isn’t acceptable as a puppy. One of the most important lessons in life, as well as raising your pet, happens to be that old cliché everyone has heard thousands of times “Never judge a book by its cover”, My son didn’t, and now he has a fantastic addition to his life…that happens to be a Pit bull terrier named Zeke!!

Adding Name to Rolodex

2009-11-11T08:59:00.000-06:00

I constantly toss the idea back and forth in my mind. Should I work once again in Corporate America or should I not? I often have nightmares of being in an office cubicle somewhere screaming, “I’m a pet sitter! Let me out of here!”

Oh, yes, I realize I have more senior moments than I used to. And, oh yes, I take one more trip around the block to make sure I closed a customer’s garage door as I can’t remember if I closed it moments before. However, I am thorough! That does count, right?

I’m writing more notes to myself. I never miss an opportunity to let others know how I can make their pet(s) more comfortable and content than any other person on the planet! (Other than maybe the Dog Whisperer, but, come to think of it, I’d even include him on my…I-can-do-better-than-that list! Because he’s a dog/people behavior specialist; I’m a sitter. Big difference! Although as a pet sitter, knowing 'dog and cat' psychology is a plus. On assignments, never think like a person, think like the dog or cat. Found this to be quite helpful.)

So what if I spin the block one more time? I can proudly say I’ve never misplaced a dog or put a cat in the fridge by mistake! I ask myself again: how can I improve my level of income? Let’s see. I could begin production on a new reality show called, “I’m a pet sitter! Get me out of here!” Or perhaps write a book called: Tales of the Tails, The Chronicles of a Pet Sitter! But then, wham! The real reality sets in. I ask myself yet another question: which shall it be: a show, a book, a return to Corporate America, or add a new customer to my list? The right answer is adding a new customer’s name to the rolodex! Reality wins every time!

What to Look for in a Veterinarian

2009-11-09T11:17:00.000-06:00

Before turning to the phone or Internet directory to call a veterinarian, stop and consider some points to assist you in the selecting the best veterinarian for YOU and your pet.

Most veterinarians can give the proper routine maintenance for your pet, but if you want someone who offers many different options and services; stop, ask, and consider these points before making that call:

If possible, visit the veterinarian’s office before your appointment and observe the atmosphere and staff.

Do I like this veterinarian’s “bed-side manner”? Is he/she easy to talk to and understand? What are the credentials of the staff and technological advancements of the office or clinic?

What arrangements does this office or clinic make for emergencies? Is someone there 24-hours a day, 7 days a week?

Do the hours of the clinic or office fit your schedule? Does this veterinarian offer other services that you require?

Recommendations from other pet owners may be excellent, but keep in mind, what’s good for them may not necessarily be good for you or your pet.

In addition to finding out about office and telephone hours, fee schedules, emergency and boarding policies and any other services, pet owners should ask what is expected of them to make this relationship a successful one.

These are just a few thoughts and questions to ponder before selecting your veterinarian. Remember – this relationship you are establishing will last possibly many years so be comfortable with your decision.

Bloggin' Blast

2009-11-09T10:21:00.000-06:00

Hello!

I'm bloggin' and lovin' it!

Stay tuned!

Signed: Crittersister