Here's an email I received that I felt was important ---

Sweet little Cassidy's owner never really cared. He turned his back on this wonderful little dog that was already at a disadvantage. He left him in a Georgia kill shelter where Cassidy really didn't stand much of a chance because of a birth defect that left him without a right front paw. But even in this hellish Southern shelter, a Bideawee Volunteer learned of Cassidy's plight and came to his rescue. Cassidy's defect isn't painful, just challenging. It causes him to walk slowly and with a noticeable hop. He also suffers from a permanently collapsing trachea, which results in excessive coughing when he's excited or over exerted. But this sweet little dog was definitely worth saving. When Cassidy was rescued and brought into Bideawee's caring hands, our veterinarians found that he was also suffering from a host of other ailments, including a bad case of fleas, ear mites and bouts of vomiting and diarrhea. Our staff acted quickly and Cassidy soon started feeling and looking better. His missing front paw plus his other health issue make this wonderful pet very difficult to place. Still, Bideawee is committed to doing what it takes to spiff him up and find someone who sees past his missing paw and makes Cassidy a permanent part of their family. While it may take Cassidy longer to find his new home, Bideawee will give him the loving care, attention and medical assistance he so deserves despite the high cost. But we need your help to make this possible. Your generous donations will keep Cassidy happy and healthy during his stay at Bideawee...and it will help find him a new family. Regardless of all Cassidy has been through he continues to display a loving nature toward other dogs, cats, and kids. He's a friendly, well behaved and kennel trained guy that just loves a warm lap to sit on. Please help us care for Cassidy as we search for his new forever home. Please donate now to enable Bideawee to care for Cassidy and all of the hard-to-adopt wonderful pets we have in our care. No matter what they may look like on the outside - Bideawee helps all pets with loving and expert care. Please donate today.

To contact us, please send us an email: Bideawee@bideawee.org.

Bideawee is funded 100% by private contributions. To help us continue our vital work to help animals, please donate today.

'Every dog has his day' at Snout by Snoutwest

Here's a little news from my area.  Austin is well known as an animal-friendly place, but now the city is getting into the rescue business.  I just love when things like this happen, don't you?

By: News 8 Austin Staff

Snout by Snoutwest featured contests, a doggy water park, free K9 snacks and pet services, all for man's best friend.All the proceeds from Snout by Snoutwest went to the Town Lake Animal Shelter and the Austin Humane Society. The event took place at the Dell Jewish Community Campus in northwest Austin.
There was even a contest to see who looked the most like their pet.
Those who didn't have a puppy to spoil could find one there. Several rescue groups brought out some pooches that were looking for permanent homes.
"We hope that some people will go home with a new dog, a new family friend and adopt a dog. But we also hope they will learn something about pets--how to care for them, how to advocate for pets, and dogs. And also get familiar with our campus as a resource for the general community," Shelly Prant, with the Dell Jewish Community Center, said.

My boys are too cute!

I really don't have much to say that is new about my wonderful Satchmo or the sweet Austen.  They are both doing okay, except I think I will take them in for a vet check this week.  Satch is overly grouchy and touchy, so I think something is hurting him; Austen is constipated.  I've never encountered constipation in a dog before so I am at a loss as to how to relieve him.  We walk and walk.  I have added oil to his food.  I put out another water dish and keep clean water available.  So, off to the vet we will go very soon.  In the meantime, here is a really cute picture of the two boys.

‘World’s Ugliest Dog’ Miss Ellie dies at 17

This is so sad.  It's sad to know that humans got entertained by the sight of a not too pretty dog.  The only good thing to come out of this is the money she helped to raise for other homeless animals.  God Bless, Miss Ellie.


By Dr Andrew | June 4, 2010

In this June 26, 2009 file photo, Miss Ellie celebrates her win in the “World’s Ugliest Dog Contest” at the Sonoma-Marin Fair, in Petaluma, Cal

PIGEON FORGE, Tenn. – Miss Ellie, a small, bug-eyed Chinese Crested Hairless dog whose pimples and lolling tongue helped her win Animal Planet’s “World’s Ugliest Dog” contest in 2009, has died at age 17 after a career in resort show business in the Smoky Mountains.

The Mountain Press reported Thursday that Ellie starred in shows at the Comedy Barn in Pigeon Forge.
She also appeared on The Animal Planet cable show “Dogs 101″ and was on billboards and in a commercial.

Pigeon Forge Mayor Keith Whaley proclaimed Nov. 12 as “Miss Ellie Day” for her owner’s efforts to raise money for the local humane society. Over the years, Ellie helped raise more than $100,000 for the Sevier County Humane Society.

She will be cremated.

Wordless Wednesday

Here are some pictures of a remarkable artist who specializes in paper mache dogs and cats.  I found this artist by accident, but want to share her work with as many people as possible.  She is absolutely fantastic!  I hope you enjoy this quick view and visit her site at PapierDog. Once there, click on each individual picture and a larger picture will open.  These are so cute.

Here is a feast for your eyes!  Enjoy.....

Today we remember those who fought and died for our freedom

Thursday's issues -- aging and loss of agility

My Satchmo is getting older.  That is a fact.  Not only is his muzzle almost all white, but he has slowed down considerably over the last few years.  I worry about him constantly and am always looking for a way to make his life easier and more comfortable. 

He loves to be in the bed with me, but has been unable to jump up on the mattress now for a few years.  I tried buying doggie stairs, but he was so frightened of them I had to get rid of them.  So, every night I pick him up and put him on the bed where he will stay until I get up because if he gets down, he cannot get back up.

I was surfing the net a few days ago and came across a wonderful product that I am considering buying for him.  I had never heard of or seen this product before, so I worried that the novelty would wear off and I would be looking at another useless item.  I found this on a site called Puppy Stairs, but it is not a stair but rather a ramp.  Satch loves being independent and I think he would like this.  It is cloth covered and padded so he would not be frightened by it; he loves getting on the furniture.

Here is a picture and the link to the product.  Check it out and let me know what you think.  I will keep you posted if I decide to purchase it about the outcome!

Here is the link to the website -- Puppy Stairs

Wordless Wednesday --Finnegan the Squirrel

Tuesday's True Stories -- Rescue Poodles

Here is a wonderful story about a rescued poodle from beginning life with a hoarder.  This is an uplifting story and one that deserves to be read.  Rescue dogs are well worth the trouble and return so much love and loyalty.  Enjoy Remy's story.

Remy's Story

The news of the 75 rescue poodles in Duchesne County, Utah was well publicized in June 2009. The poodles were victims of an animal hoarder.
This is the story of how one of those rescue poodles came into my life...

In June 2008, I was returning home to Kansas City from a week long cruise to Mexico with my daughters. Within days of our return I received life changing news that my decade long career in the home building industry had been terminated. I was one of the thousands of casualties of the downturn in the housing market.
Hundreds of miles away in Duchesne County, Utah, a tiny black poodle was being born into horrific conditions. He was born into a one room cabin overflowing with more than 70 other dogs. He was born without a name and without human companionship. He was born into a room piled high with feces and the stench of ammonia that would burn your eyes. He was a victim of an animal hoarder .
Back in Missouri in the spring of 2009, I received another round of bad news. The home I was desperately trying to sell, after taking a 40% reduction in salary with a new employer, was not selling. In the midst of trying to figure out how to hold on to our home, I arrived at work one morning to discover that the company was downsizing and I was once again unemployed. These events brought me and my daughters to live with my parents in North Ogden, Utah in June 2009.
After the heartbreaking decision to rehome our dogs in Missouri due to a very uncertain future, we arrived in Utah knowing that we wanted to open our hearts to another dog in need as soon as we were able to. Because the home we were in did not have a fenced yard, we were looking for a small dog that fit our current circumstances.
On June 16, 2009, a news story broke when a man died at a local hospital and authorities discovered that the man had been a dog hoarder. In his small cabin, 75 dogs, mostly poodles, were being kept in a small room. The conditions were the worst many had ever seen. The dogs had suffered long term abuse, neglect and malnourishment. News reports described the room as being covered in feces, as much as a foot deep in places. Of the 75 dogs on the property only 66 were alive. Others were in such bad shape that they were euthanized after being removed. The rescue poodles were split up among several local organizations because there were so many. News stories were calling for potential adopters to open their hearts to these dogs.
My daughters and I headed to the Utah Humane Society in Salt Lake City, Utah. Upon our arrival, we found that only 2 of the 16 rescue poodles they had received were still available. Both of these rescue poodles were small black males. They had been shaved because that was the only way the volunteers could attempt to get them clean. They were both cowering in the back of their cages, shaking with fright. The card on one of the kennels stated that his name was "unknown" and a tag on his neck identified him as rescue poodle #39. We decided to take him out and give him a good look. We carried him outside and placed him in the grass. He froze with fright, not knowing what to make of us, the grass under his feet, or his surroundings. I picked him up and he pressed his small body against me, still shaking in terror. At that moment we knew that we were going to open our hearts and our home to rescue poodle number 39.


We were told that he had recently been neutered and vet checked but that they could offer no long term health guarantees due to the inbreeding that had likely taken place. We were told not to crate train him because of the abuse and neglect he had suffered. We were given fair warning about the time and patience that he would require. It was suggested that we bring rescue poodle number 39 home as a "trial adoption". "Just see how it goes for a week", they told us. "If you still want him after the week, come back and sign the official adoption paperwork". We brought him home.
On our way home we decided that rescue poodle number 39 would be known to us as "Remy".
Rehabiliating Remy
When we brought Remy home, he was much more of a statue of a dog than an actual dog. He was stiff and refused to move. We picked him up and placed him outside and he stood frozen. We picked him up and placed him in his dog bed and he lay there for hours without moving. He continuously shook and you could see terror in his eyes. It was heartbreaking to be with him.
Late on the first evening, I sat quietly next to Remy and put a few kibbles of food on his bed in front of him. He eyed the kibble and looked at me, then back at the kibble. To my amazement, he ate. Over the next hour I placed the kibble a few inches farther and farther from him. Eventually he left his bed and took a few bits of kibble out of my hand. Even though I was warned not to crate train him due to his background, I wanted to see how he would do and was willing to work with him while he adjusted. I put a few bits of kibble in the crate and he walked right in. I closed the door and he curled up and went to sleep. This was a huge victory for day 1, but his attitude about his crate would soon change.
Remy seemed to be improving by the hour. He was extremely cautious, but the constant shaking soon stopped. Remy ate and drank about a foot from the safety of his bed. We began to work on leash walking. With much patience and the lure of a treat, he began to move forward on the leash. Only a couple steps to start with, but by the end of the day I was able to walk him on his leash the 50 feet from the safety of his bed to the outdoors. Soon we were walking outdoors on the leash. It was fascinating to watch his self esteem grow as we walked. He was was doing the poodle prance and showing great confidence. Walking was when I first starting to see the dog in Remy begin to emerge.
I soon began to understand the potential problems with the crate. After the first night, when I placed him in his crate he was restless and began to paw at the door. To help soothe him and settle him down, I placed his crate next to my bed and dangled my arm over the side of the bed with my fingers gently stroking him. He curled up and went to sleep in no time, but the moment I removed my hand, he awoke and became restless once again. I reassured him throughout the night and even though I didn't get much sleep, Remy settled down and slept peacefully.

Soon, stroking him was not enough and there was nothing I could do that would reassure him. Exhausted one night, I picked the crate up off the floor and placed the crate on the bed next to me. He instantly curled up and went to sleep. We had several nights like this. Remy would sleep peacefully in the crate on my bed while I attempted to get comfortable while curling up around that wire box. This arrangement was short lived. After a few weeks, I gave up entirely on the crate for Remy. My room had become his safe haven. So instead of being crate trained, Remy was "room trained". This made him happy and I finally got some much needed sleep.
Remy became extremely attached to me. Because my daughters were gone for the first couple days after he came home, his bond with me was very strong. We tried to get him to bond as strongly with other members in the house. My daughters began to be the ones to walk him and to teach him basic obedience. Everything that they could do to bond with him they did. His bond remains stronger with me than with others and he still has small panic attacks when I'm suddenly out of his site, but this is improving. It should lessen in time but may be something we always need to work on.
One of the biggest side affects of Remy's background seems to be a fear of doorways. In the first few weeks after we brought him home, he would back up and turn a few circles at each doorway before having the confidence to walk through it. He now only hesitates at certain ones and needs to be encouraged to go through others. I've thought about what may have caused this fear and the only thing I've come up with is thinking about managing 75 poodles in one room. If you were to open the door, they would all want to run out. So, there was probably some yelling or screaming or kicking when the door was opened to keep them all confined. Remy may never fully get over his hesitation at doorways, but I will do my best to help him with this problem.
Moving Forward
Most people that meet Remy would have no idea that he is a rescue poodle who began his life as the victim of an animal hoarder. They would not know how far he's come in just a few months. He is a bit timid around new people at first, but warms up quickly. He loves other dogs and will actually whine to meet them when we are on our walks. He has proven to be a smart little guy and has quickly learned basic obedience. We also started teaching him agility since he seems to love to jump. He has amazed us at how high he can jump. He dances for treats and will give you a high five. He is a lover and loves to be loved. He smiles and his eyes roll with delight when you massage and pet him.
Remy will always have a few quirks, but he is no longer a project that we need to work on. Remy is a wonderful dog and a much loved member of our family. We are excited about our future together.

Here's the link to the site where this story is originally posted and there are many other wonderful stories there.

Thursday's issues

I love the NYTimes Well Blog.  I cannot help myself.  I find the most interesting and informative items there.
This article is about the positives to be drawn from walking with a dog and I, for one, have to say that the information here is presented in a scholarly and research-oriented manner but is easily understood by all.

Since I spend quite a bit of my life walking my dog, Satchmo, I have more than a little interest in this topic.  Since reading this article, I have given quite a lot of thought to the benefits I receive just by having a pet dog and by actively taking care of him.  I don't think everyone understands that although having a pet is expensive, what you receive back from your pet is ten-fold.

As I am approaching those "golden years" --they are catching up with me no matter how hard I try to hide-- I find that caring for Satch means 4-5 walks a day.  Yes, some of the 20 minutes is spent in the "walk-sniff-pee-walk-poop-sniff mode" but the rest of the time is actually spent moving.  But, even during the aforementioned mode, I get to be outdoors and enjoy fresh air and sunshine --or freezing rain and artic blasts-- and I don't think I would be trekking outdoors without a good reason.  For me, Satchmo is a very good reason and he responds to my commitment by loving me unconditionally.  You really can't beat that, can you?  For the look in his eyes when we come inside, I will gladly brave the hardest rain and the coldest wind. 
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The Best Walking Partner: Man vs. Dog

 

Suzanne DeChillo/The New York Times 
A dog will never try to talk you out of going for a walk.

By TARA PARKER-POPE

Is it better to walk a human or to walk a dog?

New research from the University of Missouri has found that people who walk dogs are more consistent about regular exercise and show more improvement in fitness than people who walk with a human companion. In a 12-week study of 54 older adults at an assisted living home, 35 people were assigned to a walking program for five days a week, while the remaining 19 served as a control group. Among the walkers, 23 selected a friend or spouse to serve as a regular walking partner along a trail laid out near the home. Another 12 participants took a bus daily to a local animal shelter where they were assigned a dog to walk.
To the surprise of the researchers, the dog walkers showed a big improvement in fitness, while the human walkers began making excuses to skip the workout. Walking speed among the dog walkers increased by 28 percent, compared with just a 4 percent increase among the human walkers.

“What happened was nothing short of remarkable,” said Rebecca A. Johnson, a nursing professor and director of the Research Center for Human Animal Interaction at the University of Missouri’s College of Veterinary Medicine. “The improvement in walking speed means their confidence in their walking ability had increased and their balance had increased. To have a 28 percent improvement in walking speed is mind boggling.”

Ms. Johnson said that because some people are afraid of dogs, the participants were given the choice of walking with a human or a dog as the companion. Ms. Johnson said the dog walkers were far more consistent in sticking with the program than those who were walking with humans.

“In the human walking group, they were regularly discouraging each other from walking,” she said. “Missouri is a hot state. We would hear them saying: ‘It’s hot today. I don’t want to walk, do you?’ ”

The response from participants in the dog-walking group — and their dog companions — was very different.
“When the people came to the animal shelter, they bounced off the bus and said, ‘Where’s my dog?”’ Ms. Johnson said. “And the dogs never gave any discouragement from walking.”

Ms. Johnson said she suspects differences will show up in other areas, like depression and anxiety, although that data are still under review and the final study has not yet been published.

But there were also other subtle indicators of improvement among the dog-walking group. Many people in the dog-walking group stopped using canes and walkers. “They would say, ‘Now I’m physically fit enough to take my dog for a walk,”’ Ms. Johnson said.

Here's the link to this article

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