Friday, November 30, 2007

Frances Albert Friday!


Did you know that Dobermans are ranked in the top 5 of the smartest dogs?


Frank was so super smart. He never forgot a thing. He had a photographic memory. When he was a puppy Joe and I took him for his usual neighborhood walk one day. Joe always used one of those retractable leashes. We were walking along talking and Frank was behind us. The leash kept going and going and suddenly jerked us to a stop. We turned around to see where Frank was. He was frozen. Stuck. Not moving. He had stopped in front of a dirt lot with a chain link fence around it. We called his name. He wouldn't look at us. He wouldn't move. He was frozen like a statue, intensely fixated on something that was on the ground on the other side of the fence. We quietly approached and there on the other side of the fence was a baby deer. Curled up sleeping on the ground. We assumed that it must have been separated from it's mother. Frank and the deer were having a staring contest. Neither one of them would move or make a sound. It didn't even look like Frank was breathing. We decided that the deer seemed fine and if it was still there when we came back we would try to help. We pulled Frank away. Barking, circles, silent barking.... Oh, it was torture. He did not want to leave the baby deer. We finished our walk and about an hour later when we came back that way he went running to look, pulling us ahead and when we got there the deer was gone.


Frank NEVER forgot that he saw that deer there. Every time we walked past he would run ahead and stop and look for the deer and then look at us all confused. Even when we drove by in the car he would lunge towards that side of the street and bark as we drove past. Years went by and he never forgot about his friend, the baby deer.


Frank was always so busy protecting everybody. That was his job. I think he felt bad that he didn't help the baby deer and it went away.

Adorable Puppy Needs a Home......


Here is a copy of an email I received today. Maybe you know someone who can help....

In order to protect the privacy of the person who sent me this, if you are interested in this dog, please post a comment on this post and I will forward the info. Thanks!

Hi All!

I found this puppy wandering my neighborhood yesterday (11/24/07). She is very sweet and very smart, I have already taught her to sit. She seems house broken. She gets along great with my dog Charlie and loves our baby, but she is a puppy who really needs a great and loving home!

However... PLEASE HELP ME! I HAVE AN INFANT AND CANNOT TAKE ON THE RESPONSIBILITY OF TRAINING A PUPPY!!!!!! PLEASE CONTACT ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED OR PASS THIS ON!

We have put out flyers, but no one is claiming her. She had no tags and has chipped pink nail polish on her toes - so perhaps she needs a new more responsible home!

Thank you sooooo very much!

Happy Holidays!

Dog Saves Baby From Freezing

Here's an amazing story that Luke's mommy Natalie read about.....

CANONSBURG, PA (USA) Mar 28, 2007

Here's a pooch who took the phrase "baby sitter" literally. When "RC", a German Shepherd/Husky mix, discovered 2-year-old Vincent Rhodey wandering around in the freezing cold wearing only a t-shirt, he sat on him.

Baby Vincent had strayed from his home in the early morning hours of Mar. 21 in Canonsburg, PA where temperatures dipped as low as 32°F (0°C). Not only was the child in danger of hypothermia, he was also ambling dangerously close to a 30' precipice overhanging a busy street.

RC curled up with the boy in his outdoor bed of straw until around 9am when Terry Bard, the dog's guardian, found them.

"He was laying on top of the baby," Mr. Bard describes. "The dog's definitely a hero." Canonsburg police arrived at around 8:30 and located Vincent's mother Angela Harps next door where she was sleeping. They found a door of her house open.

"I feel really guilty, and I regret all of it," she told reporters. I didn't mean for it to happen." Ms. Harps is now facing child endangerment charges. Her son, whom doctors determined to be ok, has been placed in the custody of his maternal grandparents.

RC was reportedly agitated to see Vincent go. Says Mr. Bard, "He was jumping around, wagging his tail. He kind of lost his little friend. He wanted to stick with him."

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Leaky Bum...

Poor Jake.....I think the stress of having a new sister has gotten to him.

Edie used to ignore Jake. She only was interested in his toys and his food. Well, lately as he has started to get more comfortable with the idea of sharing his house with his new canine companion, Jake has started to hang out with us. Suddenly Edie can't live without him. She chases him, she sits in front of him and barks at him. She nips at his tail. She wants to play with him like she plays with her doggie friends. He growls, he hisses, he runs away.....

A couple of nights ago Jake jumped up on the vanity and I smelled something funky. One lift of his tail and there it was - the dreaded leaky bum. Time for Jake to be "expressed".

Have you heard of this concept? "Expressing" your pets anal glands? I'll save you a panic attack. Sometimes if our little furry friends don't poop regularly it all gets compacted up in there. They have two glands on either side of their bum bum hole. If they aren't pooping and the glands are not "expressed" their little anal glands can get all filled up and infected. This seems to happen as they get older. It happened to Audrey a few times and it happened to Frank too. Well, now it is Jake's turn.

Auntie Wanda to the rescue. I was so busy with work that Auntie Wanda took 'Javier' to the vet for me. She said he was such a good boy and that the vet said he was a beautiful and otherwise healthy 14 pound, 10 ounce hunk o' love. But he has an infection in his anal glands. They did the "expression" and he came home. Now I have to try to shove half a pill down his throat every day for 1 week. Yesterday I stashed it in the tuna. 1/2 of a tiny little pill. How smart is he that he ate all around the tuna and left the part right in the middle where I put the mashed up pill?

Wish me luck as I try to give him his pill today.....and please, remember to have your pets bum bum 'expressed'.

PS - I would never torture you with an actual picture of the leaky bum so instead we have a close-up of Jake's cute little multi-colored paw.

In Need of a Good Screen Cleaner???

Frank's other Nana, Linda, came across this nifty screen cleaner and she thought you all might like to use it.

Click on the word below to give it a try...

reiniger

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Now with Video!!

Here's Cooper doing his daily routine with mommy Karen while she tries to find a clever way to grab him so she can give him his meds. I think he's got the tossing carrots routine all figured out....

Warning.....you may be little dizzy after this is over :)



German Shepherd or Brinks?

Frank's East Coast Nana B. passed along this info on a great new home security system!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Scoop on Cooper III

Here's an update from Karen on her Cooper......

She took him to the vet last week for his monthly blood work and his Creatnine levels shot up to 5.2 from 4.3 (the norm high is 1.8). The vet called her very concerned and asked how he was doing at home because 5.2 suggests it may be time to hospitalize him, give him IV fluids and try and bring the Creatnine down. Even doing this though, may not bring down the levels because it could just mean this is his new norm...he was at 3.1 for about three months, then 4.3 around August/September/October and now 5.2. They were both on the fence with doing that because at home he's a little firecracker. He is bouncing off the walls and he is so playful you'd never know he was sick. Karen chose not to keep him overnight because she didn't want to traumatize him and since he was doing so well she thought she would take him home where he's comfortable and keep an eye on him. The vet even said, in these rare circumstances you "treat the patient and not the numbers" and she agreed that Karen take him home.

Karen also told the vet that she didn't like the idea of keeping him overnight because he had already spent the whole day in a cage. The vet said.."are you kidding....he spent 1/2 the day in the pharmacy with Alma". And then she told her they took video and pictures of him getting fluids because once they lay the towel down, he just sits and lays down on it till they're done.....Looks like he's become their mascot!! They asked her if they can put a picture of him on their website. Everybody loves Cooper :)

Morning Humor.....

Luke's mommy, Natalie, sent me these pictures. I couldn't copy them so if you click on the links you can see them.....

Funny Pictures of Dog Drinking Sprinkler Spray

Funny Pictures of Dog In Back Seat of Car

Monday, November 26, 2007

Hot Bitch of The Week!

Sylvester The Cat

Sylvester J. Pussycat Senior is an animated cat who appears in several Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies cartoons, often chasing Tweety Bird, Speedy Gonzales, or Hippety Hopper. The name "Sylvester" is a play on silvestris, the scientific name for the cat species. The character's prototype appeared in Bob Clampett's 1941 cartoon The Hep Cat who had no name, but resembled Sylvester (although without the lisp). The character got his permanent look in the 1945 short film Life With Feathers. In the 1947 cartoon Tweetie Pie (which was the both the first pairing of Tweety with Sylvester as well as the first Warner Bros. cartoon to win an Academy Award), Sylvester was called Thomas.

Sylvester's trademark was his sloppy, stridulating lisp (which, like Daffy Duck's, was based on producer Leon Schlesinger's). His sloppy voice was provided by voice acting legend Mel Blanc. Blanc reveals in his autobiography that Sylvester's voice and Daffy's were identical, but Daffy's was sped up in post-production. Sylvester's trademark exclamation is "Sufferin' succotash!", which is a minced oath/euphemism of "Suffering Savior".

Sylvester is an adorable tuxedo cat who shows much pride in himself, and never gives up. Despite (or perhaps because of) his pride and persistence, Sylvester was definitely on the "loser" side of the Looney Tunes winner/loser hierarchy. His character was basically that of Wile E. Coyote while he was chasing mice or birds. He shows a different character when paired with Porky Pig in explorations of spooky places, in which he doesn't speak as a scaredy cat. (In these cartoons, he basically plays the terrified Costello to Porky's oblivious Abbott). Sylvester's most developed role is as hapless mouse-catching instructor to his dubious son, Sylvester Junior, in which the "mouse" is a powerful baby kangaroo. His alternately confident and bewildered episodes bring his son to shame, while Sylvester himself is reduced to nervous breakdowns.

Which one would you choose?

Frank's East Coast Nana B. sent me this hysterical ad.



Sunday, November 25, 2007

Elvis Has Left The Building....

Ginger is resting quietly today. She had a REALLY big day yesterday. She must be emotionally and physically spent...... You see yesterday Ginger met her new cousin. Joe's brother Tommy and his daughter Natalie came to visit and brought their new Great Dane puppy named Luke. Uncle Joe immediately insisted the puppy be renamed Elvis! So the verdict is still out on the name. Luke? Elvis? Elvis Luke??? Natalie will decide.

Elvis Luke is totally adorable. His paws are HUGE. He is a very sweet boy. Next time we see him he will probably be the size of a horse. Hopefully Natalie will keep us posted with pics and stories.

And of course, this story would not be complete without a video showing how Ginger reacted to meeting her new cousin. As if this wasn't enough.....after Elvis Luke left, Little Edie came over and spent the rest of the evening harrassing the crap out of Ginger. Poor Ginger just can't catch a break....



Update - Natalie has decided that the name will reman as Luke!

Grey Gardens Sunday



Here is the fabulous Little Edie in one of her revolutionary costumes singing You Ought To Be In Pictures.....

Saturday, November 24, 2007

The Squirrel and The Giselle....



Frank's East Coast Nana B. sent me this heartwarming story.....


Debby Cantlon, who plans to release Finnegan, the young squirrel, back into the wild, bottle-fed the infant squirrel after it was brought to her house. When Cantlon took in the tiny creature and began caring for him, she found herself with an unlikely nurse's aide: her pregnant Papillion, Mademoiselle Giselle.


Finnegan was resting in a nest in a cage just days before Giselle was due to deliver her puppies. Cantlon and her husband watched as the dog dragged the squirrel's cage twice to her own bedside before she gave birth. Cantlon was concerned, yet ultimately decided to allow the squirrel out and the inter-species bonding began.


Finnegan rides a puppy mosh pit of sorts, burrowing in for warmth after feeding, eventually working his way beneath his new litter mates. Two days after giving birth, mama dog Giselle allowed Finnegan to nurse; family photos and a videotape show her encouraging him to suckle alongside her litter of five pups. Now, Finnegan mostly uses a bottle, but still snuggles with his "siblings" in a mosh pit of puppies, rolling atop their bodies and sinking in deeply for a nap. Finnegan and his new litter mates, five Papillion puppies, get along together as if they were meant to.

Its the Evolutionary Story for the Day

The Weimaraner

The breed is several centuries old. A Weimaraner appeared in a Van Dyck painting of the early 1600's. There are various theories as to its origin. Some feel it is the result of albinism that overtook some ancient German pointing dogs. Others feel it is descended from the German hound, the Braken. And still others feel it is the fruit of crossings overseen by Grand Duke Karl August of Weimar between a regular pointer and a certain yellow pointer.

The Weimaraner is a pointer and an all-around personal hunting dog. He was originally used to hunt, track and bring down big game. As big game became scarce, he was adapted to smaller game and upland birds. He also has a reputation as a fine water retriever, though he may need to be taught to swim. Weimaraners have been used as rescue dogs, service dogs for the disabled, and as police dogs in England and Germany.

The breed was first imported to the United States in 1929 by Howard Knight who founded the U.S. breed club. Sesame Street often plays skits with this breed dressed up in human clothes. Some of its talents include: hunting, tracking, retrieving, pointing, watchdogging, guarding, police work, search & rescue, and agility.

Happy, loving cheerful, affectionate and very rambunctious. Intelligent, but can be highly opinionated and willful, therefore this breed should have firm, experienced training from the start. Quick to learn, but resistant to repetitive training. Reserved with strangers and sometimes combative with other dogs. Socialize them well at an early age. Protective on his own territory. Very brave and loyal, it has a strong prey instinct. The Weimaraner needs to live indoors as a member of the family. He needs attention and companionship. If relegated to a kennel life or if left alone too much, he can become very destructive and restless. He is a natural protector.

Weimaraners are often kind to children, but are not recommended for very young ones because they are energetic enough to accidentally knock a child down. Because this breed is so full of energy, the first thing they need to learn is sit, then praise only when sitting. This will prevent jumping in the future. This breed especially should not be hit to discipline, they become wary easily. Once they have a fear of someone/something, they look to avoid and training is all but impossible. They are so eager to please, and motivated by reward (food or praise) Once a trick is learned, the dog will leap to repeat for praise. This breed likes to bark. Very hardy, with a good sense of smell, and a passionate worker, the Weimaraner can be used for all kinds of hunting.

Height: Dogs 24-27 inches (61-69cm) Bitches 22-25 inches (56-63cm)Weight: Dogs 55-70 pounds (25-32kg) Bitches 50-65 pounds (23-29kg)

Friday, November 23, 2007

Frances Albert Friday!

This is the first post in my new series - Frances Albert Friday!

Frank has been in my life since he was 6 months old. There are so many stories and memories. He was such a character and such a sweet, sweet boy. I hope that through this series you will learn to love him as much as we all did.

I'm going to start at the beginning when Kevin rescued Frank from Doberman Rescue. Little known fact......Frank's name, as originally given by Kevin, was Jon! Joe wasn't so sure about that. Any Doberman of his needed a special name.......a namesake! Frances Albert Sinatra would do! Didn't hurt that Frank Sinatra happens to be one of Joe's favorite singers ever.

So Kevin and I took Frank to a groomer so he could get all gussied up. We reluctantly left him there as he was already bonded to Kevin and did not want Kevin to leave without him. He got that really worried look on his face and started barking as we left. I'm sure he must have thought we were never coming back. We went off to run some errands and returned a couple of hours later. The groomer was part pet store with a grooming facility in the back. The door into the grooming facility was one of those barn-like doors that is split so you can open the top part and leave the bottom part shut. As soon as we walked in and Frank heard Kevin's voice he went crazy and started barking. That must have been the happiest moment in his life up to that point. We were walking back to the groomer when all of a sudden Frank came flying over the open barn door and practically knocked Kevin down! He looked like a horse in one of those competitions when they gracefully jump over the hurdles. Kevin and I couldn't stop laughing. The guy that ran the pet store/groomer couldn't believe it either.

We knew at that moment that this was a very special little boy.......

Little Edie's First Thanksgiving...

I left Jake comfortable at home with some tuna, some of his favorite kibble and some yummy treats. He would have full reign of the house for the day. That's HUGE in his world these days!

Edie got all dressed up and she and I got in the car and drove to Grandma & Grandpa's house for her first Thanksgiving with her new family. Boy did she have fun!

Here's a shot of the 'fall' trees in my neighborhood
(taken poorly from inside my car)!


Here's Little Edie sporting her new quilted patent leather coat with white fur collar. Her plush car seat actually doubled as her seat by the table while we all ate our yummy Thanksgiving dinner!

Finally.....the payoff for being good! Little Edie enjoys some turkey!


Man.....too much tryptophan..... Little Edie passes out in Grandma's lap after dinner.....

Hugs and Kisses...


Frank's East Coast Nana B. sent me this amazing video about a Colombian woman who found a wounded and hungry lion cub and nursed him back to health. When the cub got so big that she could not handle him, she gave him to the local zoo. Now she visits him on a daily basis.


Check out how he greets her. Truly amazing.....

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Little Edie, Jake and I would like to wish all of you a Happy Thanksgiving!


Which One's the Turkey??


As part of an annual tradition dating back to the days of President Harry Truman in 1947, President George W. Bush officially 'pardoned' May, the turkey. She also won the designation as the "National Thanksgiving Turkey."

This basically means that May will live the rest of her life gobble-gobbling in peace. Way to go, May!!!!

Gobble Gobble....


This is hysterical and I'm sure none of you can say you had the same centerpiece....

Last Thanksgiving the fabulous Miss Dickse had some crazy friends, Brandywine and Brenda a Go Go, over and they had a Valley of the Dolls themed Thanksgiving!! What a great idea...

Pictured is little Zola with Sparkle Nealy, their Thanksgiving center piece!

Can't wait to see what they do this year :)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Deputy Dog


My friend Karen heard about this Little Edie look alike and passed along her story:

Though she's only a 6-pound Chihuahua-rat terrier mix who looks like she belongs in Paris Hilton's purse, Midge has the will, skill and nose of a 100-pound German shepherd. The newest recruit for the Geauga County Sheriff Department's K-9 unit could very well be the nation's smallest drug-sniffing pooch.

"Good girl," Sheriff Dan McClelland says, praising the 7-month-old, tailwagging puppy, during a recent training exercise. McClelland began training Midge for drug-detecting duties when she was just 3 months old, after reading about departments being sued by suspects whose cars or homes were damaged by larger dogs.

Like many police departments, Geauga County has had German shepherds and Labrador retrievers for years. In fact, visitors often ask, "Is the big dog out?" - referring to 125-pound Brutus, says Lt. Tom McCaffrey, Brutus' handler. Still, Brutus' intimidating, deep-pitched bark disappears when Midge - her name is short for midget - playfully wrestles with him in the grass outside the old jail. That's where the dogs participate in narcotics training, where Midge watches the bigger dog maneuver through cabinets, heating vents and other spaces in search of marijuana.

Police dogs must pass a test in which they successfully search for drugs in several places to get state certification. Then they can officially become K-9s and conduct legal searches. McClelland hopes Midge will receive her working papers when she is about a year old. McClelland's idea of using smaller dogs was reinforced when he returned from vacationing in Canada and saw U.S. Customs officials using beagles to sniff luggage. The sheriff seems to be part of a trend, as others are training smaller dogs for police uses.

Dogs called Belgian Malinois have earned spots on departments in Pennsylvania, Michigan, South Carolina and Ohio after training by Dave Blosser, owner of the private Tri-State Canine Services in Warren, Ohio. The breed can be as small as 40 pounds, and Blosser compares the dogs favorably to larger breeds. "Size wise, endurance wise they last longer," he says.

And there are other advantages to smaller dogs, says Bob Eden, whose Eden Consulting Group trains police dogs and handlers. "Smaller pups can get into smaller and tighter spaces in order to carry out their searches," Eden says. On the other hand, dogs that are too small may not be able to get around certain obstacles - and there could be a credibility problem, Eden says.

"A Jack Russell terrier may make an extremely capable narcotics detection dog," he says, "yet some agencies would shy away from using such a breed simply because the dog doesn't have the same respect level from the public as a Lab or shepherd might." As for a Chihuahua-rat terrier like Midge working as a K-9, well, the president of the North American Police Work Dog Association, H.D. Bennett, says he's never heard of a police dog so small it nearly fits in an outstretched palm.

That's not stopping McClelland, who bought Midge from a co-worker's relative and takes her everywhere with him - she even has a pair of goggles for rides on the sheriff's motorcycle. On a recent day, she was curled in his lap, sporting a black "sheriff" vest over her brown-spotted white fur. The sheriff says he knew instantly Midge would be good for his police experiment in Geauga County, whose picturesque rolling farm land and old-fashioned town squares are home to about 90,000 people east of Cleveland.

"She is very calm. She is not yappy. She likes people a lot, really loves kids," he says as he strokes the dog. Midge has helped boost the department's relationship with the community. The tiny dog was grand marshal for a Memorial Day parade, wearing an American flag scarf while perched atop a motorcycle. She has been a hit in the county jail, where McClelland takes her to visit well-behaved inmates. Wearing flip-flops, some of the prisoners giggle when Midge licks their toes. Others cuddle her close as they talk with the sheriff about missing their own dogs at home.

On visits to school classrooms, Midge gets passed among tiny hands. And McClelland offers a lesson: "I tell the kids, 'Even when you're small, if you take a stand you can make a difference.' "

Driving Miss Daisy


The Daily Mail reports:

Every day Sergeant Podge disappears at around 6pm. And every morning his owner, Mrs Bullard, finds him sitting by the roadside a mile and a half away, ready for his more luxurious return journey in the leather passenger seat of her Toyota Land Cruiser.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Leader of the Pack....


Here are Debra's dogs with their cousin Chloe, who is visiting from San Francisco. According to Auntie Karen, Chloe is "the perfect Corgi". The whole gang is en route to another beautiful Sedona hike. Debra reports that Chloe likes to herd. She's smaller than the rest of the pack but she's pretty hearty!!

Hot Bitch of The Week!

Arnold Ziffel

Arnold was the pig on Green Acres. He was the family pet of Fred and Doris Ziffel, farmers living in the small town of Hooterville. They considered this talented pig the son they never had. Arnold could play the piano, drink lime soda from a straw, deliver letters from the mail box, turn the channels on the television (he loved to watch THE CBS EVENING NEWS with Walter Cronkite), predict weather with his curly tail, and play cricket with his own miniature cricket bat. He often interacted with Oliver Wendell Douglas and his eloquent wife, Lisa two city slickers who moved to the country and bought the old Haney place.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Miss Audrey Hepburn



Press play to enjoy our song while you watch the slideshow...


The time seems right now to introduce you to Audrey. Audrey was my beautiful cat, and Jake's sister, who died of breast cancer in June. This October she would have been 13. I got Audrey when she was just a tiny little thing. I never had cats before. I thought they were boring. My whole life, I had only had dogs. I was actually terribly allergic to cats. During a difficult time in my life a co-worker of mine told me. "You need a cat!" I told her she was crazy but one evening I found myself defiant but curious driving over to her house. There was the little kitten that would become my Audrey. Her neighbor had the cat that gave birth to this beautiful kitten. She was the last one of the litter. My friend picked her up and put her on my chest. Audrey dug her nails in and became like a brooch on my sweater! We both agreed she was so beautiful and had such an elegance to her. I was still fighting it but then I found myself trying to come up with a name. I was thinking of elegant women......Jackie O, Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn. Hmmm......Audrey..... Then suddenly my friend said "How about Audrey?" and that was it! Something told me this was meant to be. Before I knew it I was driving home with little Audrey in a little cardboard box with a baggie full of litter and a baggie full of food. I had NO idea how to take care of a cat. Worse, I lived in an apartment at the time with a NO PETS rule! I was going to have to sneak her in!!

Audrey became one of those pets that you totally over-bond to. She was my soul mate. We were so in tune with each other. Just one look and she knew what I was thinking. I would only have to make the slightest sound for her to appear or react. She was so vocal and was always talking to me. She loved to talk on the phone to my mother! Trust me on that one - my mother and I used to get the biggest kick out of it. She and Frank used to talk on the phone with each other too!! God only knows what they were saying! She made me laugh. She protected me. She lived for me.

I never let Audrey outside. She was clean, vibrant and healthy with glowing eyes and a shiny coat. I fed her well and she never had a sick day in her life. She was always in my lap. She slept on my head or at my side. I always believed that she would be one of those cats that would live to be 20. Imagine my shock one day when I was petting her and found a lump on her belly. By the time that lump made itself known, the cancer had already spread. There was nothing that could be done. Three months later she was gone.

Those three months before she left me were torture. I cried buckets. I couldn't work. I couldn't eat or sleep. I spent every moment I could with her...holding her....talking to her. Telling her how much I loved her. Everything that had been off limits was now totally available to her. She slept in the linen closet, in my closet, she went outside, she laid on the patio sofa and basked in the sun. She ate fancy feast, tuna, turkey, chicken, sliced lunch meats, baby food and pounds of treats. She had been my siamese twin and my best friend for almost 13 years. She went through some of the biggest changes in my life with me; the good and the bad. We were a team. How was I going to exist without her?

The hardest part of owning a pet is that their time on this earth with us is so short and knowing that one day, long before we think we will ever be ready, they will leave us. And that sometimes we are the ones that have to make that final decision for both of us. No pet will ever replace Audrey. She was one in a million. The loss of her presence in my home is still palpable. The good that came of it was that it allowed me the opportunity to rescue another animal and start the cycle all over again. If it wasn't for Audrey, I wouldn't have Edie. And another chapter in my life begins.....

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Comments???

Since many of you have asked.....you do not need to have a Google/Blogger account to post a comment. If you wish to leave a comment regarding any of the 'posts' simply click below the post where it says "___ comments" (the number of current comments for the post will show where I've put the blank line). The fun part of blogging is that we can all read and share our comments regarding a particular post by clicking on this icon.

A new window will open and you can "choose an identity". Here you have the choice to use your blogger name (if you have a blog of your own) or you can fill in a name of your choice or if you are shy, you can be 'anonymous'.

Once you've chosen your identity and typed your comment, just hit "publish your comment" and your comment will show under the post.

Just a reminder please.........in order to protect everyone's privacy please do not use last names. First names only or alias/anonymous if you do not wish to show your name.

Thanks again for all of your kind emails and support :)

Rest in Peace Dear Frank


It's hard to believe that tomorrow is one week since Frank left us. Joe and Darren wanted me to thank all of you for the kinds words and support.

In memory of Frank I have created 'Frances Albert Friday'. I will post a story about Frank every Friday. Grey Gardens Friday will now become Grey Gardens Sunday!

I will resume regular posting tomorrow. Please stay tuned for a loving video tribute to Frank that is currently in the works......

Thursday, November 15, 2007

More on Frank.....

Here are some video outtakes of Frank with his sister Ginger....








Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Remembering Frank

Our friend, Brad, wrote this to remember Frank.....

He was a Doberman
He was the most special boy ever
He loved to chase squirrels and cats
He loved to bark at fish
He loved his family and friends
He loved his sister Ginger (even when she was being a bitch to him)
He loved snacks between meals (which always endeared him to me)
He hated motorcycles
He hated mean people
He was full of love and led a full and happy life, because
He had the best papa ever
He will be missed, and
He will always have a special place in our hearts.
He was a Doberman.

These are all things that I know to be true of Frank.

Did I mention that he had the cutest little stub?

Monday, November 12, 2007

In Memory.....

Kevin & Frank

Two beautiful souls that were part of my everyday life and that I loved very much are both gone now. It's hard to believe that Kevin left us three years ago and his beautiful doberman, Frank, who he rescued at 6 months old left us today. Frank was 8 years old. My thoughts are with Joe, Darren, Ginger and Frank's nanny Wanda. This is a very deep and profound loss for all of us.

I will not be posting for the rest of this week to honor Frank's memory. I love you Frank.......

Little Edie is a Good Girl


So here we are at almost two months together. Little Edie and I have come a long way. She knows her name now. She knows how to sit and give the paw. She now sniffs out and pees to mark her territory like a normal dog on her walks as opposed to just stopping and nervously peeing in the middle of the sidewalk. She's having less accidents in the house. She LOVES her cousins, Percy and Agnes and Percy is finally warming up to her. She knows my firm voice and that when I use it she's done something I don't approve of. She understands the purpose for her 'time out' time in the kitchen. She and Jake now spend time together hanging out on the bed. Jake has learned to 'tolerate' her! The last couple of nights I let her sleep with me instead of in her crate. She sleeps the whole night through. Last night I left the door to the crate open and when I woke up this morning she had gone in on her own. She's become a good little watch dog and feverishly does surveillance throughout the house. She has a very high pitched little bark! She loves to ride in the car in her special car seat. She really loves people. It's a fine line between holding her back and letting her say hello when she seems someone. The best is when these big, burly men just melt when she loves on them! She's gained a little weight and her little tail has fluffed out. She holds it high when she prances around. She loves her breakfast and dinner and treat time. She REALLY loves Jake's breakfast and dinner too! We're so lucky to have found each other. I just love her and we are totally bonded now. She inspired this blog and today we celebrate 300 visits in 3 short weeks. Thanks to all of you for embracing her and all of the wonderful pets and stories on this blog.

Hot Bitch of The Week!

Astro Jetson

Once known as "Tralfaz" and belonging to the fabulously rich Mr. Gottrockets this dog was found by The Jetsons years ago. Astro is the space age dog of the future and he can even talk! Meet Astro, family dog. Man's best friend.

(For Darren)

Do Cats Really Have Nine Lives?


Some people believe in the superstition that cats have nine lives, because cats can survive falls from high places with few, if any injuries. This gives the appearance that the cats return to life after sustaining a fatal accident. Granted, they may sustain minor injuries, such as bloody noses, cracked teeth, or a few broken ribs, but they live to recover.

The ability of the cat to survive these accidents that would kill humans or other animals is not due to multiple lives, but to several advantages they possess. Their small size and low body weight soften the impact as they make contact with the ground after falling from great heights.

The highly developed inner ears of cats equip them with an unusually keen sense of balance, which is critical to their landing on their feet. This sense of balance allows a cat falling upside down to right himself by rapidly determining his position, repositioning himself, and making any adjustments necessary to ensure that he lands on all fours.

Since cats land on all four paws, the impact from landing on the ground is absorbed by all four. Additionally, cats bend their legs when they land, which cushions the impact by spreading the impact, not only through bones that could easily break, but through the joints and muscles as well.

Most are surprised to learn that a cat stands a greater chance of survival if it falls from a higher place than from a lower place. New York veterinarians gathered data from their feline patients, which clearly supports this fact. Ten percent of their patients died after falling from 2-6 stories, while only five percent of the fatalities occurred when their patients fell from 7-32 stories.

Laws of physics explain why these survival rates vary. All falling bodies, regardless or their masses, accelerate by 22 miles per hour per second of their falls. The falling object, after traveling a certain distance through the air reaches a final speed, or "terminal velocity," because the object’s friction with the air slows the fall. The smaller the object’s mass, and the greater its area, the more it will slow.

A cat falling from a higher floor, after it stops accelerating, spreads its legs into an umbrella shape, which increases the area against which the air must push and increases the friction, thus slowing the cat’s fall. Through the cats highly developed sense of balance, he buys more time to maneuver his body in preparation for landing on all fours. A cat falling from a lower height does not have the opportunity to increase its body’s area, slow its fall, or position his body to land on all four feet.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Happy Belated Birthday....


Shame on me! How could I have missed it? November 7 would have been Little Edie Bouvier Beale's 90th birthday. What a strange coincedence that my own Little Edie will be celebrating her first birthday a week from today on November 18. Of course, since Edie was a rescue we can't really know for sure what day she was born so maybe I will change her birthday so she and her namesake will always share the same one!

PS to Karen - you can't knock Edie anymore since you share the same birthday too!!

On Top of the World

Here's Charley girl checking out the view from way up high!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Its the Evolutionary Story for the Day

The Yorkshire Terrier

The breed is only 100 years old or so, but its origins are not entirely certain - probably because the working men of north England, who developed the Yorkshire Terrier for catching the terrible rats that infested the mine shafts and as a hunting dog that could penetrate into badger and fox burrows, avoided divulging the secret of their success to those who might have cashed in on a lucrative side line. However, it seems likely that Scotsmen seeking work in the woolen mills of Yorkshire brought with them various types of terrier, including the Skye and the now extinct Clydesdale. These were then crossed with local types, such as the long- haired Leeds Terrier. The Maltese, Black & Tan Manchester, and Dandie Dinmont Terriers may also have contributed blood lines. At first, the Yorkie was a much bigger animal than the one we see today, but by selectively breeding the smallest individuals, the dog was gradually miniaturized over the years. They were made into a fashion dog. Women carried these little dogs in their bags and under their arms. The first Yorkshire, with the characteristics demanded by its standard today, appeared in a dog show in 1870.

In 1984 a piebald Yorkie was born as a result of a genetic recessive gene occurrence from 2 Yorkshire Terriers. Today the piebald dogs are considered a different breed; which is named the Biewer or Biewer Yorkie.

The Yorkshire Terrier seems oblivious of its small size. It is ever eager for adventure and trouble. This little dog is highly energetic, brave, loyal and clever. Affectionate with its master, but sometimes suspicious of strangers. It can be aggressive to strange dogs and small animals. In other words, it has true Terrier heritage. They do best with older, considerate children. Yorkies are easy to train, although they can sometimes be stubborn. The breed is demanding and dependant and needs a lot of human attention. The Yorkie is an excellent watchdog, defending its territory in no uncertain manner. They can get snappish if surprised, frightened or over-teased, but are usually very sweet and loving. They can be difficult to housebreak. These little dogs should not be over-protected, for they may become neurotic. The Yorkie likes to bark, but it can easily be taught not to do so.

Height: 6-7 inches (15-17½cm.)Weight: 7 pounds (3.2kg.)

Thursday, November 08, 2007

And the Gold Medal Goes To.....

Here's Ginger, the synchronized swimmer, doing her 'air swimming' routine. If you put Ginger over any type of water, ie, sprinkler, sink with running faucet, bathtub, pool....she automatically starts paddling!

Alter Egos



Jake - aka Javier DiNapoli





















Dom DeLuise as Dominick DiNapoli in Fatso

Dinner is Served

Here's Frank enjoying his lamb dinner....

ET Phone HOME!


What if you pet got lost? Accidents happen, and some things are out of your control. In fact, one in three pets will become lost during their lifetime. And according to the American Humane Association, only about 17 percent of lost dogs and two percent of lost cats ever find their way back to their original owners. Almost 4 million pets are euthanized every year because their owners can't be found in time – if a shelter cannot determine a pet’s owner or medical history, the pet may be euthanized in as few as three days. To help give your pet the best chance of being identified should he ever become lost, have him implanted with the HomeAgain microchip.

Tags and collars are a good start — they're certainly better than no ID at all — but they aren't 100 percent dependable. Tags can fade, rust, or get scratched, making them impossible to read. Collars can tear or slip off, or get caught on something while your pet is wandering. With the HomeAgain microchip, on the other hand, your pet’s source of identification is always available. To microchip your pet, a veterinarian injects a tiny chip about the size of a grain of rice just under your pet's skin between the shoulder blades. The number on the chip is then entered into the HomeAgain database.

When a lost pet is found, any animal hospital, shelter, or humane society can use a special handheld microchip scanner to read our microchip’s unique ID number. The veterinarian or shelter then contacts the HomeAgain database. The database matches the number to a name and phone number, reuniting the lost pet with its owner.

Maximize your pet’s chances of recovery by enrolling in HomeAgain today.


http://www.homeagain.com/

Its the Evolutionary Story for the Day

The Chihuahua

This is the oldest breed on the American continent and the smallest breed in the world. Native to Mexico, nonetheless it seems to have been introduced by the Chinese. It was only brought to Europe at the end of the nineteenth century. The Chihuahua is named after the Mexican state of Chihuahua where he was brought to the rest of the world by travelers. This breed is believed to have been sacred to the Pre-Columbian Indian nations. The most valued dogs weigh under 2-1/4 pounds (1.3 kg.). Some can even stand on all fours in a person's palm! There is a long-haired variety that is judged separately, but is essentially the same except for the coat. The Chihuahua is a popular, economical companion dog.

Courageous, extremely lively, proud and enterprising, it gives and demands affection. Bold and saucy, it moves swiftly to avoid being stepped on. Chihuahua's are strong-willed, intensely loyal and become very attached to their owners, even to the point of jealousy. They like to lick their owner's faces. It is undeniably suspicious of people except for its owner. When strangers are present, it follows its owner's every move, keeping as close as possible. For some, they may be slightly difficult to train, but they are intelligent, learn quickly, and respond well to proper, gentle (positive reinforcement) training. This breed may snap at teasing children, after all it is too tiny to get away. The Chihuahua must resort to his sharp teeth in self defense. It is not recommended for children. She can be noisy and may require patience to housebreak. Many owners simply paper train this breed. Be sure to socialize your Chihuahua as a pup to avoid excessive aggressiveness with other dogs as well as reserve with strangers. They tend to be fairly dog-aggressive. Chihuahuas generally recognize their own breed, but sometimes disapprove of other breeds. However, a "very" well-socialized Chihuahua can be friendly with strangers and other dogs.

Height: 6-9 inches (15-23 cm.) Weight: 2-6 pounds (1-3 kg.)

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Power of the Pussy

There's a new hybrid in town and it's not made by GM. Meet the Ashera.

The Ashera is a hybrid of the African Surval, the Asian Leopard cat and a domestic cat. It has a name that sounds like it could be a car and a price tag to come with it. The Ashera sells for up to $28,000.

Click here to watch a video of this pricey pussycat.......


http://edition.cnn.com/video/#/video/offbeat/2007/11/06/vo.pricey.hybrid.cat.ap

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Hot Bitch of The Week!

The Original Benji

Benji is the only canine actor to ever appear as a centerfold in Playgirl Magazine. When asked if such an appearance isn't a break from his usual family-friendly philosophy, Benji creator Joe Camp says, "The way we looked at it was that in addition to being ridiculously funny, Benji's centerfold meant one less naked man on the magazine racks... because, you see, the dog playing Benji at that time was actually a girl." Would he do it again? "No."

Let it Snow, Let it Snow....

Can you believe that time of year is almost upon us again?? Summer has officially left us. It definitely feels colder now...... time for uggs, a warm fire and hot cocoa. And with the time change I'm ready to hibernate! I know four dogs, however, that are totally looking forward to a fun romp in the snow.

Here are all of of Debra's babies on a New Years Day hike this last year. The first picture is (left to right) Casey, Romy, Charley & Nikki. That's Nikki and Charley in the bottom picture. Nikki is totally in her element and ready to lead the gang. Look how 'busy' they all look in the first picture!



Monday, November 05, 2007

Tinkle, Tinkle Little Star....

I LOVE this cat! There is something almost cartoonish about his/her looks....

It's the Evolutionary Story for the Day

Today's dog breed description is of Joe and Darren's other dog Ginger. I couldn't help laughing when I read this because it is so right on. This is basically Ginger to a "T" (for Terrier, of course)!

The Manchester Terrier

"The AKC Standard says, "The Manchester Terrier presents a sleek, sturdy, yet elegant look... with a keen, bright, alert expression." The lively Manchester, keenly observant and discerning, is more devoted to her owner, more responsive, and better mannered than some other terriers.

Athletic and agile, she is best suited to active families, as she enjoys brisk walking every day and all-out running whenever she can get it. However, she must be kept on-leash or in a securely fenced area at all times, for she is very curious, has strong hunting instincts, and will chase anything. Manchester Terriers love to play -- with you, with another dog, or by themselves (with or without a toy!).

With her acute senses and wariness of strangers, the Manchester Terrier makes an excellent watchdog, but early socialization is imperative so that she does not become sharp or timid. Manchesters are not given to fiery posturing with other dogs and are generally accepting, but they will stand their ground and fight when challenged or when they feel their space has been invaded. Two adults of the same sex should not be kept together. Smaller creatures, including low-flying birds, will be pursued with determination.

The Manchester Terrier is smart and trainable if you are a confident, consistent leader who can smile at her antics, yet not allow her to outwit you. She is exceedingly sensitive to physical corrections, so use a light hand on the leash and rely more on praise and food rewards. (Food in moderation, please: she tends to pack on pounds quickly.)
Manchesters are comfort-loving dogs who seek out soft beds and often tunnel under the covers. They can be possessive of their food and toys and some like to bark." The Manchester Terrier was developed in Manchester, England, to hunt vermin. She especially excelled in rat-killing contests, a fashionable gambling activity in British pubs.

There are two sizes: Standard and Toy. Size Standard: 15-17 inches and 12-22 lbs. Toy: 8-13 inches and 8-12 lbs.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

The Most Beautiful Doberman In The World

Please keep Frank, Joe, Darren and Ginger in your thoughts. Frank was diagnosed with bone cancer recently and it seems to be quickly progressing.

We all love you, Frank.

Your Monthly Horoscope

Mercury Retrograde? New Moon? Eclipse? Mars in your twelfth house?

What does all of this really mean?? I'm not quite sure but I ALWAYS check this great site for my monthly astrological forecast. What I do know is that Mercury Retrograde is basically a time out and new moons bring good things.

What sign are you? What sign is your pet? Maybe it's time to get in tune with what the planets have in store for you.....and your pet too! I LOVE this site. My friend, Ed, turned me on to it and now I check it religiously. Make sure to click on all of the stuff under the main header - tons of cool things there like compatibility tests. Are you and your pet compatible? Are your pets compatible with each other???? Hours of fun..........

http://www.astrologyzone.com/main.html

Gucci Poochie


For those of us who really like to spoil our pets.....

Gucci is currently selling their Fall/Winter Pet collection online. They have great items at every price point ranging from $90 - $2,300.

Not only are these items adorable and totally hip but a couple of the models look like Ginger and Little Edie. Apparently it's all about Chihuahuas and Terriers over at Gucci! Little Edie will be thrilled to know she's the "IT" girl of the season.

Here's a link to their site...
http://www.gucci.com/us/us-english/us/fall-winter-07/pet/#183628_F4AC0_9784

Juicy CATure




Ok, I know....corny headline but really, you must check out Juicy's fantastic selection of pet items. Some can work for cats or dogs.

They are rocking the Yorkie for their Fall/Winter collection. Go Cooper!

Here's a link to their site:


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