Not With My Pooch

 

I’m all for kissing the pooch and letting the pooch sleep in the bed.

I’m guilty of these actions as I’ve done it myself for the majority of my life and I loved every bit of those pleasant, enjoyable moments.

However, taking a bath with the pooch, and letting the pooch drink and eat out of the same cup and plate as one is going a little too far, yet I’ve seen people do it and it suits them just fine.

As much as I loved the pooches that I had I do have limitations and never would share my bathwater with them while I was in it, or share the cup and plate in which I have to drink and eat off of with them. I don’t even do those things with other human beings.

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The Fourth Of July/Comfort For Our Canine Companions

 

Around 3a.m. this morning I was up with my television set tuned to a news broadcast that mentioned the 4th of July being a day in which most dogs run away from home just before switching to a commercial break.

I figured the instance probably had to do with the explosive sounds of the fireworks lit in celebration of Independence day.

When the station switched back to the news program a segment on the issue was aired going further into detail about the anxiety some of our canine companions go through during the July 4th holiday, and as I thought, of course, it pertained to the noise and electrifying sparks of those loud fireworks.

I understood completely. When I was a kid I hated the sounds firecrackers and M-80s made yet loved to see the beautiful arrangement of bursting colors that shot out into the sky with a more appealing explode.

My dog didn’t like the sounds of fireworks either but it was never an annoyance to provoke her to run away from home. She’d either run close to one of us (her family members) for comfort and protection or run under some furniture to hide as she did from the loud harsh sounds of thunder when it rained.

My dog use to hang out with us on the stoop as we’d watch people light up the streets of our block on this holiday occasion back in the day.

 

North Shore Animal League

For us canine lovers our pets health matters too.

Aside from other puppies that were given to me by family associates when I was a childĀ  all together I had adopted three puppies from North Shore Animal League on three separate occasions.

I adopted a seven to eight week old puppy in the year of 1986 from North Shore Animal League.

It was one of the happiest days of my life. I was ten years old.

The shelter gave us free dog food, bowl, leash, coupons for more food, and future appointments to periodically get our pet her free shots.

It was totally free to adopt a cat or dog from North Shore Animal League back then.

There was no out-of-pocket cost for anything.

Seven to eight years later in 1994 my dog came down with a serious life threatening bacteria infection called Pyometra (a result from my dog not having been spayed a veterinarian had acknowledged to me and my family).

At the time we didn’t have the money that it cost to pay for our beloved pet’s operation.

As a last resort, we called up North Shore and explained our dire situation. They told us to bring in our dog’s adoption papers and that they would conduct her surgery for free, and indeed they did.

They said all that mattered was saving our dogs life.

All they asked for in return was if we could one day send them a donation to contribute to help out the other animals.

This was such a nice act of kindness and a blessing given unto us.

It’s a different day and age now but I still remember after all of these years how caring and helpful the staff members and volunteers of that time were at North Shore toward our beloved pet, and toward her total well-being.

If it weren’t for their shelter we would have lost her.

She lived a life of seventeen full years.