Category Archives: Pets
Sorry I’ve been on a bit of a blogging dry spell as of recently. Things haven’t exactly been going all that well in my neck of the woods and I’ve been dealing with the loss of my youngest sister (please don’t bombard the comments section with condolences, I’ve had plenty of that from my close friends!), so I hope you please excuse my lack of recent blogging.
Anyway, thinking of loss and death and whatever due to recent events, the topic of will and inheritance comes up. As it is, I don’t have any immediate family or anybody who I deem worthy of inhering my assets upon my death, so what am I to do? You’d think it’d be asinine for me to actually write a will, but I have in fact done just that. I’ve willed that upon my passing, whatever assets I have I want to go to my the care and well being of any animals I might be in ownership of upon my death.
Me dying doesn’t mitigate or cancel their need to be taken care of, and caring for animals requires some expense, so whoever takes ownership of my animals after I pass will be given a monetary equivalent of my assets to put toward their care and for no other reason. They won’t be allowed to just spend whatever they get on themselves. It will be closely monitored and controlled so that the money doesn’t get abused.
So that’s what I’ve willed. How about my fellow CFers? Do you have a will? If so, who inherits?
So I did a post awhile back of 10 reasons why cats are better than kids. Now that I’ve had the opportunity to own dogs too, I can do a post about the virtues of dogs over kids, so here then are my top 10 reasons why dogs are better than kids!
1) Dogs are so easy to please. They don’t care about the latest action figures or Barbie dolls, fancy dining, or anything. As long as they have a couple of chew toys, food in their bowls, and you to play with, every day is the best day they’ve ever had. Kids? Well, they whine and cry and beg for all the latest and greatest stuff, and if you don’t give in, you’re the enemy and if you do give in, there goes more of your hard-earned money to the toy cartels. 😛
2) The absolute, complete, and total unconditional love a dog shows his/her master just simply cannot come from a kid or any human being for that matter. Your kids love you conditionally, and may even grow to not love you anymore, and will at the very least hate you temporarily at times. A dog will never stop loving you, not even temporarily, so long as you meet his/her simple needs.
3) A dog’s loyalty can’t be touched by a kid or any other human being. Seriously. If humans (not just kids, but humans in general) were as loyal to each other as a dog is to his/her master, this world would be a much better place.
4) Housebreaking a puppy takes only a few weeks, if it’s even necessary to do so (several dogs I’ve seen have virtually housebroken themselves). At the very worst, the wetting/soiling stage lasts only a few months, vs. a minimum of two years from a human baby.
5) Dogs are, for the most part, less expensive than children. The occasional dog may run up high vet bills, but an otherwise healthy dog isn’t that expensive to take care of, even feeding them the highest quality food available (which is what you should be doing, even if it costs more).
6) Dogs don’t throw temper tantrums.
7) Puppy barks? Cute as a button. Baby cries? Annoying as shit.
8) Ever heard of a “guard kid?” Yeah, me neither.
9) Need some alone time? Give your dog a bone or a bully stick or something and let him/her chew away, and get your alone time. No matter what you give a kid, they’re always bothering you 10 seconds later. They just don’t understand the concept of “leave me alone.”
10) Want a night out with just you and/or you and a special someone? You can leave your dog at home by him/herself for awhile and it’ll be OK. No worrying about finding a babysitter. Can’t do that with a kid.
So there’s my list. Dog lovers, care to add to it?
I’m a bit late with this, but I suppose it’s better late than never, eh?
Ever since Zeus (my baby Doberman puppy) passed away, I’ve been a total wreck, and in some ways I’m still not over it. I can’t help but wonder what he would have turned out to be like.
Anyway, ever since then I’ve been longing for another Doberman. Well, a couple of weeks ago my search for another Doberman puppy came to an end when I found one in my local animal shelter (lucky find, I know). I initially said “no” because he is docked and cropped (and cropped very badly, I might add, his ears flop over his head like a GSD puppy’s), and I have a preference for natural ears and natural tail (not to mention I’m 100% against docking and cropping and wish they’d just make it illegal already). Anyway, then I got to thinking and you know, he had no say in the matter, why should I hold it against him? It’s always unusual to find breeds normally touted as status symbols in the shelter, so I don’t know what his background was like. Whatever, he needed a home all the same so I brought him home.
He wasn’t what I had in mind, but I have no regrets. He’s an amazing dog. With that, I’d like you to meet my new furry friend Zephyrus:
Isn’t he adorable?
Everybody loves animal pictures, right? Some of you have been begging me to see pictures, so here you go!
First off, my canine companions. There’s Thoosa, so named for the Greek goddess of swift currents, which fits her perfectly. She’s a Whippet-German Shorthaired Pointer mix, and boy can she run. Then there’s Shiroinu, which is quite literally “white dog” in Japanese, who is a White Shepherd Dog (basically a white GSD, but since it’s not a recognized color, they made it their own breed).
Of course, one can’t forget my beloved Baby Z either. I’m currently in the process of trying to get another Doberman, but I want an all natural dog and those are hard to come by in this part of the world where the docked and cropped look is preferred by most Dobie owners/breeders. I’m 100% against docking and cropping and will not support any breeder who does it to their dogs.
Then there are my feline friends. I had three up until recently, but one of them passed away in a tragic accident due to what I suspect is mental illness. RIP my beloved Rhoswen. Alas, I have two remaining. First, there’s Midnight who is a black rumpy Manx (i.e. a tailless Manx), age 7, and then there’s Sarabi, an Abyssinian mix, age 3.
Then, as I more or less referred to him, my one “scale baby.” My slithery legless ectothermic friend. This is Ares, an Amelanistic-type corn snake (not sure what morph exactly, but some subtype of the Amel).
And that’s my little mini-zoo. I love animals. So much that I don’t eat them or any animal products. 😛
Sorry I haven’t written anything this week. I’m still trying to work through the pain and deep sense of loss I feel in my heart. I’ll be back soon, I promise.
In the meantime, here’s a poem I wrote, dedicated to Baby Z, titled “I’ll Never Forget.”
I’ll never forget when you first came home
How I could hold you in the palm of my hand
And how ever perfectly you fit there
I’ll never forget the first time I fed you
How I had to direct you to the bottle
And help you latch on to the nipple
I’ll never forget the many sleepless nights
How I’d wake up just to feed you
And just to comfort you when you were alone
I’ll never forget watching you open your eyes
How I broke down in tears at the sight
And knowing that all I did for you was worthwhile
I’ll never forget the way you attacked my hand
How you growled and yelped and pounced
And the way you nearly gnawed my thumb off that one time
I’ll never forget how you ran across the room
How so uncoordinated your little legs were
And how we all laughed at the sight of it
I’ll never forget your teddy bear face
How big and floppy your ears were
And your ever-so intent “doberman stare”
I’ll never forget the gut-wrenching news
How badly I was crushed
And still am crushed today
I’ll never forget the way you enriched my life
How many things you taught me in your short life
And how many things you still teach me to this day
I’ll never forget
PS: To the callous bastard who said he’d un-bookmark me if he saw another animal picture on my site, go ahead. I don’t give a fuck, and quite frankly your lack of empathy is disgusting. Maybe I’ll post pictures of my cats soon just to piss you off.
Just when it seemed like our beloved Baby Z was going to turn into a healthy, happy, big Doberman, things took a turn for the absolute worst yesterday early morning.
He woke up at 2 AM yesterday morning screaming and crying like I’ve never heard him before. I just thought he was extremely hungry so I made him a bottle. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I picked him up and he was extremely hot, had no appetite, and shortly after he threw up on me. Fever + no appetite + vomiting? That’s a classic presentation of parvo. I didn’t want to even think of our baby having parvo, but I rushed him to the Animal ER anyway, and the tests did in fact confirm parvo and he was admitted to the hospital.
Aggressive treatment was started, but it wasn’t enough, as this was no ordinary case of parvo. The vet said that this was one of the most aggressive, fastest progressing cases he’s seen in his entire career. Even with early detection and aggressive treatment, Baby Z lost his battle just 29 hours after the initial symptoms appeared. He passed away at 6:52 AM this morning.
Words cannot describe the pain and the sense of loss I’m feeling right now. I spent many hours feeding him, cuddling him, playing with him. I sacrificed many hours of sleep to make sure he had a full tummy and was comfortable. I even took him to work with me on several occasions to care for him while my mom and sister were away doing something and unable to watch him, where he would lie down and sleep between me and the First Officer up in the cockpit.
However, even though my heart aches, I feel a tiny sense of relief knowing that he’s no longer suffering and that we gave him a shot at life. We gave him the loving care that every puppy deserves. If not for us, he’d have likely died a lot sooner.
Though this saga has a sad ending, I have no regrets. I learned so much caring for Baby Z, and not just about puppies/dogs, either, but about the sacrifices parents make for their human children. It’s given me a greater appreciation for my mother, and dare I say it, my father (as disgusting of a man as he was). It’s given me a greater respect for all the good parents out there. Above all, the experience taught me a thing or two about unconditional love. For these reasons, I’d gladly do it all over again, and maybe one day I’ll be able to. Not for awhile though, since I think we all need to allow ourselves ample time to grieve before we do.
RIP “Baby Z” 4/16/12-5/17/12. Forever in our hearts. We’ll never forget.
So it’s been two and a half weeks since our little baby Doberman came home to be with us. Needless to say I’m feeling worn out like a beaten dog (no pun intended). Feeding into the wee hours of the night, cuddling with him, holding him, etc. It’s been no easy task to care for the little guy.
At first we weren’t sure he was even going to make it. He was so skinny and didn’t look so good when he was first brought home. He’s since tripled in size easily, now weighing over 2 pounds. It’s amazing how fast they grow.
For me, however, the big turning point wasn’t until this past Friday. I was off work on Friday so I had the task of the morning feedings. Well, as I was feeding him at 12:30 PM (not exactly morning, I know) as I got done and started cleaning his face I befell a sight so beautiful it literally moved me to tears. As I was cleaning his face after the feeding, he opened his eyes for the first time. I literally watched the entire thing. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, really. I cried like a baby for a good half hour or so.
I have to say it’s probably been good for me to do this. For one, I have a better appreciation of what parents of human children go through. I know it’s not the same, but the level of dedication and work is pretty comparable. Two, it’s taught me a lot about responsibility and maybe even a little bit about the bond parents share with their children. That’s not to say I want human children, absolutely not (and truth be told had it been me that was approached, I’d have probably refused to take on a newborn puppy and really don’t desire to take on another one), but I can better understand the joy people get from their children. I will admit though, I form bonds with animals/pets much more readily than I form bonds with people. They’re less annoying and way cuter than people. 😉
So yeah, in that light, this experience has helped me grow. I may want to do this again sometime down the road, but not anytime soon. I’d like to do it with a kitten though, since I’m more of a cat person than a dog person. Maybe I’ll get the chance?
Isn’t he precious?
So, there’s recently come a situation in the lives of my mother, my sister, and I that reminds me of the many reasons I’m childfree and will stay that way forever.
My mother works as a veterinary technician at an animal hospital/ER and yesterday the saddest possible situation came up. A man who breeds King Doberman dogs came in with 14 babies after the mother died of a ruptured uterus trying to find people to take the puppies as he didn’t have the time to put into caring for them. Well, my mother being the sucker she is brought one home as between the three of us one of us at least will always be home to watch it and whatever.
It’s the cutest little puppy, don’t get me wrong, but man it’s a lot of work. Having to wake up in the wee hours of the night to feed it, cuddle with it, encourage it to go to the bathroom, etc., well, let’s just say that even after a day that much work and commitment is wearing on all of us. That’s when I got to thinking “well, now I know a little bit what parents of newborns go through, and damn I’m glad I had a vasectomy.”
After getting this small taste of what parenthood is like, I now know for 100% certain that I definitely don’t want kids. I’m not liking this lack of sleep, tending to the pup, feeding it every few hours, potty-training (later on), etc. too much. Thank god this stage only lasts for a couple of months as opposed to years with a human kid. Not to mention the expense of formula and shit? Yeah, it’ll take a bite out of our budget, but again, not as much as a human kid.
This is going to be a long few months. Oh well. I love animals. I’m more of a cat person, but I do like dogs too. Oh, and the mandatory picture of our new little baby:
You know, this blog has been all serious since it started. It’s time for a light-hearted, humorous post. Since I’m a cat lover (I have three of my own), I compiled a list of 10 reasons why cats are better than kids.
1. You can actually get rid of a problem cat. Got a problem child? Sorry, you’re stuck with that kid for 18 years whether you like it or not.
2. Cats will actually leave you alone when you want to be left alone. Your kids? Sorry, they want your attention constantly and just can’t entertain themselves.
3. It takes months to potty-train a toddler. It takes days to litter-box train a kitten.
4. Cats are much less expensive to care for than children.
5. You don’t have to cook special meals on top of your dinner for a picky eater kid. All that your cat ever wants is a nice helping of his/her favorite cat food. What could be easier?
6. You have to use your sick time to stay at home with your sick kid (thereby having to work when you’re sick). Your sick cat doesn’t require you to stay home with him/her when he/she is sick.
7. Going somewhere for the night? Feed and water your cat ahead of time and you’re done. No trying to find a babysitter!
8. Want to go on a vacation alone (or just with your spouse)? Nobody needs to watch your cats all day, just have your neighbor feed and water them. Again, much cheaper.
9. Cats won’t scream and cry and keep you awake at night. You can spend your sleep time actually sleeping!
10. No dealing with raging hormones (well, provided you get your female cats fixed, which you should be doing anyway).