tdierikx

Such a pretty mummy! T.

Zeddy was a "late bloomer" to the storm phobic club... she was about 5 or 6 when it started. I noticed that Zeddy's trigger was definitely the drop in barometric pressure before a good storm, and thunder and lightning certainly didn't help when the storm hit... she also had the noise phobia as well... *sigh*... fireworks were also a scary thing. The noise issue abated when she started getting hard of hearing, but the storm coming thing did not... so it was definitely the pressure that triggered her there... I'd know a storm was coming hours before it was obvious! She used to get extremely clingy, trembly, and flighty. Her "safe" place was the bathroom... I'd pop her in there with a blanket, and she'd settle down and sleep through. If I wasn't home, I'd leave the bathroom door open for her to go there if a storm looked possible that day. T.

Try not soaking the kibble... leave it dry so they have to chew... and there will also be less liquid in their feeds. Stools should firm up pretty quickly... At 6 weeks, they should have no trouble chewing kibble... no need to soak it down. As for the worms... it's fairly normal to have/see worms when feeding raw meats...just stick to your regular worming schedule, and all should be fine. T.

Much love and hugs for Leo, the Boss, and you... he sounds like he'll be sorely missed... Look at Ash... all growed up and working! Jeebus! The horns on those goats! You have some pretty fearless dogs tackling those for sure! Holmes (my foster dingo pup) met some of our farm goats at work the other day, and wasn't too sure about the ones that put their heads down to show him their horns... but he and the cows were trading kisses... lol! T.

You have the most handsome dogs perse... How did Don like Bo in his bed? Lol! T.

NIIIICE!!!! T.

Such a handsome and well social little man... T.

... and that is why I steer well clear of thoe crowd funding sites... *sigh* T.

Don has helped his fave human through so many things... and for that he can be considered pretty darned perfect despite the odd hiccup in focus methinks... Is Don... is ALWAYS good! T.

I used to have a fave vet clinic reasonably local to me (15 min drive each way) who were great, and all my dogs loved going there - even when they were feeling poorly... then they sold to Greencross and the upsell started. A couple of the good vets eventually left and went further away because they couldn't stand the upsell edict from the company either. I have since been going to a vet even closer to me (5 min drive each way) who isn't as flash or has the latest equipment, but he works with the owner and the animal to get the best results. He's not into upselling anything - even Harper loves him - and she's scared of everything! He also gives discounts for any fosters I have, and is open to bouncing around alternative treatments with me, as I'm a bit of a bugger like that... lol! All that said... I'm a nightmare for most vets who like to think that their way is the only way... been in rescue for too long, and seen (and treated) way more than the average pet owner... and I have a few tricks up my own sleeve when it comes to quite a few ailments... *grin* My mother likes to say that I go to the vet for a second opinion, rather than a diagnosis... *giggle* T.

Chocolate Pudden... my fave sort... lol! T.

My brother trained his own assistance dog... and I'm pretty sure it cost a LOT less than $30k... Now he is legally blind, he has a guide dog, which cost him nothing. T.

When I would have my foster pups desexed, I'd request that they NOT be tattooed, as the vet students would sometimes be a bit heavy handed and one too many haematomas made me leery of having them done. When I was a teen, I worked on a friend's goat stud, and we used to tattoo the goats' ears as opposed to putting in those plastic tags - the goats were show animals, so I'm guessing that the plastic tags would detract from the proper set of the ears when being judged? T.

One of my own dogs has a crap nerve... she's frightened of anything she's not encountered before, and even some things she has encountered before. Thankfully, she is not fear aggressive - or aggressive in any other way. If she were at some point to start to display any aggressive tendencies, I'd have her put to sleep pretty darned quickly - as one doesn't faff about with a Dane cross with bad attitude! She is a rescue foster failure, and I've known her since birth - so I know there has been no abuse in her background... but if she ever ended up in the hands of some of the resccues out there, they'd be inventing all sorts of colourful back stories to "explain" her behaviours for sure! T.

Not all dogs (and especially not all those in rescue) go "bad" because of abuse. Rescue and rescue adopters likes to play on "abuse" as a scapegoat for a dog whose behaviour is unacceptable. Some dogs are just born with bad nerve/temperament... so let's just acknowledge that fact... and if we can't fix the issue, then maybe the dog needs to be "rehomed to god", rather than foisting an animal with dangerous issues out into the public domain. Not everything with a pulse "must be saved"... grr! T.

Quite frankly, I don't agree with letting pet cats roam indiscriminately... there are many bad things that can happen to them in the course of their travels... fights with other cats, cars skittling them, neighbours' dogs, nasty people who do mean things to animals... the list is long! If you love your cat, please keep it contained to your own property... T.

I know it's completely irrational tobe so afraid of Pembrokes, and I DO try to put my big girl pants on and try to meet them when the owners say they are friendly... but the little buggers always know that deep inside, this particular person is sh!t scared of them... As for the Bulmastiff label for the dog in the OP... seems pounds and rescues all over tend to whack the monniker on anything large and tan... *sigh* T.

It's only the Pembrokes that I have a fear of... Cardigans are just fine... go figure? Even at a doggy day at the local canine council grounds, the Pembrokes (who I was assured were friendly and would change my mind about them) had a go... the owner was shocked that they did it too! I did nothing freaky to make them react that way... I'm sure it's a vibe I'm putting off when I go near them... and they pick up on it and only reinforce my fears by lunging and yapping at me... and most times having a snap too! It even happened with some 12 week old pups having a go... norty buggers! T.

I've been in this exact position actually (in Sydney)... and the neighbour that owned the cat tried to have my dogs declared dangerous... to no avail, as they were happy to greet the ranger enthusiastically... *grin* Said neighbour then decided to take her own revenge by throwing baits over my fence, resulting in the death of one dog, and a 4 day vet stay for another... and unfortunately I couldn't prove beyond a doubt that it was her, even though she was bragging about it all over the neighbourhood... grr! I tend to keep my dogs inside when I'm not home now... T.

I was scared sh!tless of small dogs for many years due to people thinking it is "funny" when their pampered prince/princess has a go at others... and still to this day, I'm much more aware of the fact that I'm much more likely to be bitten by a small dog than a larger one. I still haven't met a Pembroke Corgi that hasn't tried to bite me, and as such still have a deep rooted leeriness of them... maybe they are picking up on that, but it's a subconscious thing that I can't control, as hard as I have tried over the years. Even Pembroke pups scare me! T.

When I was 6, I used to take a neighbour's 2 Dobermanns for a walk each afternoon. I would knock on the front door, the neighbour would take me out the back and attach the leads, then I'd go out the back gate to the playing fields our yards backed onto. I'd walk them for 4-5 laps, then bring them back through the back gate, knock on the back door, and the neighbour would give me a soft drink or piece of cake, then I'd go home. One afternoon, I got there to find the police there, and I was told I wouldn't be able to walk the dogs any more as they had been shot. Turns out that some idiot had jumped the back fence and was trying to break into the house when the dogs "got him". The would be burglar apparently didn't survive the experience, so the police shot them. I ran home crying my little heart out that they'd done that to those 2 beautiful gentle dogs that I loved so much... I think I threw a few choice words no 6 year old girl should be using at the poor cops that had had to do the deed through my tears too... I learned a very hard lesson that day... dogs could be "dangerous"... T.

It's not rocket science to realise that a bite with intent from a large dog will do a hell of a lot more damage than the same bite type from a smaller breed dog... That said, I've had quite a few more smaller dogs go for the intentional savage bite than larger breeds... but that's only my own experience, based on interacting with LOTS of dogs during my years with rescue AND working in boarding kennels (which also ran security dogs). There were one or two larger dogs that I definitely wasn't brave enough to try to interact with in all that time... T.

Hahaha! She's got the best hot water "bottle" ever there... T.

Nawww... pretty wet Don.... T.

She sounds like she's coping just fine... Don't let others bully you into changing something that's obviously working. T.