Investigating Puppy Mills: http://www.oprah.com/world/global/slide/200804/global_20080404_101.jhtml
http://www.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200804/tows_past_20080404.jhtml
Some good material here -- hope people read it!!
Awfully depressing to know that there are Mal breeders just like that here in TX ... hip dysplasia, chondrodysplasia, early blindness, hypothyroidism -- the problems that plague our Mallies are genetic, and only extremely careful and conscientious breeding will eradicate them ...
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Vote for Missy!
Hey, Malbuddies, today is the last day to cast your vote for my
gorgeous Miss Congeniality! Remember, the prize is a Bissell pet
hair eraser ... Missy was owner-surrendered because of her excessive
shedding ... you do the math ;-) !!!
http://www.bissell.com/redirect.asp?page_id=47073&Pet=10170
Speaking of which, I took Missy to Petsmart for a desperately needed
grooming on Sunday. (I have several blown discs plus currently a
lovely case of the flu, and know when to cry Uncle!). We were half
an hour late for the appt because of her walk of fame from the car to
the back of the store. What a total ham! Batting her big brown eyes
at every child in the place, who all threw themselves on her. 2 had
their pictures taken with her, I kid you not -- this is with a dog
who is ejecting large clouds and clumps of undercoat every time she
moves. Of course the "aww, adorable" reflex is triggered in every
adult in the place, too -- esp. those wearing black pants. Corinne,
you are obviously right -- this gal was a show dog at some point.
Here she is, stacking herself in the middle of Petsmart like there's
no tomorrow, surrounded by gently floating drifts of fluff and
adoring throngs with camera phones. It's ridiculous ;-).
When I come to pick her up, the grooming gals are rolling on the
floor laughing. Missy talked the entire time she was there -- and
she has a nice basso profundo voice. Her average "woo" sounds like a
ravening grizzly bear offering to take your arm off at the shoulder.
When she really wants something, windows rattle. Apparently there
was a handsome Sibe boy there, with glacial blue eyes -- Missy and he
made googly eyes at each other the whole time and kept the place in
stitches.
Of course Missy makes sure to say hi to everyone in the store on the
way back to the car, flashing eyes right and left, prancing high,
plumy tail all fluffed out and waving -- she's a sight to behold.
When we get home, she pops out of the car, trailing behind her -- you
guessed it -- clouds and clumps of undercoat. >sigh< Maybe I can get
her used to the idea of being Shop-Vacced, like the late, great Allie did.
Best to all Malafluffers
gorgeous Miss Congeniality! Remember, the prize is a Bissell pet
hair eraser ... Missy was owner-surrendered because of her excessive
shedding ... you do the math ;-) !!!
http://www.bissell.com/redirect.asp?page_id=47073&Pet=10170
Speaking of which, I took Missy to Petsmart for a desperately needed
grooming on Sunday. (I have several blown discs plus currently a
lovely case of the flu, and know when to cry Uncle!). We were half
an hour late for the appt because of her walk of fame from the car to
the back of the store. What a total ham! Batting her big brown eyes
at every child in the place, who all threw themselves on her. 2 had
their pictures taken with her, I kid you not -- this is with a dog
who is ejecting large clouds and clumps of undercoat every time she
moves. Of course the "aww, adorable" reflex is triggered in every
adult in the place, too -- esp. those wearing black pants. Corinne,
you are obviously right -- this gal was a show dog at some point.
Here she is, stacking herself in the middle of Petsmart like there's
no tomorrow, surrounded by gently floating drifts of fluff and
adoring throngs with camera phones. It's ridiculous ;-).
When I come to pick her up, the grooming gals are rolling on the
floor laughing. Missy talked the entire time she was there -- and
she has a nice basso profundo voice. Her average "woo" sounds like a
ravening grizzly bear offering to take your arm off at the shoulder.
When she really wants something, windows rattle. Apparently there
was a handsome Sibe boy there, with glacial blue eyes -- Missy and he
made googly eyes at each other the whole time and kept the place in
stitches.
Of course Missy makes sure to say hi to everyone in the store on the
way back to the car, flashing eyes right and left, prancing high,
plumy tail all fluffed out and waving -- she's a sight to behold.
When we get home, she pops out of the car, trailing behind her -- you
guessed it -- clouds and clumps of undercoat. >sigh< Maybe I can get
her used to the idea of being Shop-Vacced, like the late, great Allie did.
Best to all Malafluffers
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Heartworm infestations
N. writes: >My only concern is that after reading it, heartworm
infestation of a dog sounds like an almost impossibly unlikely event
even during periods of sustained warm temps.<
Well, down here in Texas, whenever a dog comes into rescue, the first thing we test for is heartworms -- you can just about assume that a dog that's been out and about, no matter the weather, is going to be infested, some of them just horribly. Way too few people know or care about protecting their dogs (and outdoor cats). Even when we get a good freeze, you can bet that, when the next warm day comes around, we'll be plagued by skeeters again. There are just too many hidey-holes for them to be killed off. The times I've spent in upstate NY, I didn't notice any marked lack of skeeters either, despite the harsh winters ... Heartworm treatment often just has to be part of the foster/rescue process, and one of the reasons we work so hard to raise money ... believe me, prevention is a lot cheaper, and a LOT less hard on the dog!
My depreciated $.02 ...
infestation of a dog sounds like an almost impossibly unlikely event
even during periods of sustained warm temps.<
Well, down here in Texas, whenever a dog comes into rescue, the first thing we test for is heartworms -- you can just about assume that a dog that's been out and about, no matter the weather, is going to be infested, some of them just horribly. Way too few people know or care about protecting their dogs (and outdoor cats). Even when we get a good freeze, you can bet that, when the next warm day comes around, we'll be plagued by skeeters again. There are just too many hidey-holes for them to be killed off. The times I've spent in upstate NY, I didn't notice any marked lack of skeeters either, despite the harsh winters ... Heartworm treatment often just has to be part of the foster/rescue process, and one of the reasons we work so hard to raise money ... believe me, prevention is a lot cheaper, and a LOT less hard on the dog!
My depreciated $.02 ...
Thursday, January 03, 2008
"furry buzzsaws"
F. writes:
"Face it. What we have are "furry buzzsaws." The answer is to try and
anticipate items that may be destroyed and protect them. This
generally means crating unsupervised house dogs until you know
(or think you know) the dog is truly house safe."
LOL! Who would anticipate that Mr Rowan would be so taken with my fuzzy leopard-print slipper that he would pull it into his crate, totally mangling it in the process?? My dogs aren't even CRATE-safe!
Both boys have discovered that they can drive me completely batty by rearing up and "digging" at the storm door from the back yard. With Ghost, that includes ripping up the siding and wood and concrete step. I inevitably capitulate and let the miscreant in. Putting Ghost in the pen in the yard results only in huge holes in the chain-link. Yummy delicious!
Miss Congeniality is much more civilized -- when she wants in, she sits outside the window nearest me and "howls." Since her howl sounds like a grizzly bear about to disembowel its prey, she can be pretty persuasive.
She has turned out to be an enthusiastic counter-surfer, but has not yet joined Ghost or the cats at the top of the refrigerator. Her specialty is more subtle - hypnotizing me with her soft, angelic eyes to leave a full plate unattended for just a quick moment ...
Never a dull moment!
"Face it. What we have are "furry buzzsaws." The answer is to try and
anticipate items that may be destroyed and protect them. This
generally means crating unsupervised house dogs until you know
(or think you know) the dog is truly house safe."
LOL! Who would anticipate that Mr Rowan would be so taken with my fuzzy leopard-print slipper that he would pull it into his crate, totally mangling it in the process?? My dogs aren't even CRATE-safe!
Both boys have discovered that they can drive me completely batty by rearing up and "digging" at the storm door from the back yard. With Ghost, that includes ripping up the siding and wood and concrete step. I inevitably capitulate and let the miscreant in. Putting Ghost in the pen in the yard results only in huge holes in the chain-link. Yummy delicious!
Miss Congeniality is much more civilized -- when she wants in, she sits outside the window nearest me and "howls." Since her howl sounds like a grizzly bear about to disembowel its prey, she can be pretty persuasive.
She has turned out to be an enthusiastic counter-surfer, but has not yet joined Ghost or the cats at the top of the refrigerator. Her specialty is more subtle - hypnotizing me with her soft, angelic eyes to leave a full plate unattended for just a quick moment ...
Never a dull moment!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
im so madd!!!
i don yus this thing so don spel gud k butt gotta warn yu mals haw meen humoms ken bee im so madd!!
so im kumin in the back dor i amost got it tor dawn gimmee nother weak an mis pris missee is krawdin me an im grawlin gud wen wat du i sea rayt insayd the dor heer kumz that gost eers up an tayl out -- well i grab m gud n we start in diskussin -- that humom jes keepz gitin in the way sheez skrychin an yallin i ken hardly kontsentrayt she trys to shuv me in a krayt to seppurayt us so k, i go in n tayk gost wimme 2 mals in liddel krayt yu bett i gut m wear i wann m. duz humom tayk a hyk lyk she shud hah no she grabbz me by my beeootifl tayl an pulz me awt uv the krayt!! by the tayl!! an shutts the krayt dor on me n gosts fayssus i nevur bin so madd in my hoal lyf yu bett im gonna git nuthr chants n git bak at that gost
watz mis pris duin wyz she knot halpin byt humom in tayl area nu'uh that pris mis is hydin in uthr krayt im so didzgudstud
wooooo
rowan the redd
so im kumin in the back dor i amost got it tor dawn gimmee nother weak an mis pris missee is krawdin me an im grawlin gud wen wat du i sea rayt insayd the dor heer kumz that gost eers up an tayl out -- well i grab m gud n we start in diskussin -- that humom jes keepz gitin in the way sheez skrychin an yallin i ken hardly kontsentrayt she trys to shuv me in a krayt to seppurayt us so k, i go in n tayk gost wimme 2 mals in liddel krayt yu bett i gut m wear i wann m. duz humom tayk a hyk lyk she shud hah no she grabbz me by my beeootifl tayl an pulz me awt uv the krayt!! by the tayl!! an shutts the krayt dor on me n gosts fayssus i nevur bin so madd in my hoal lyf yu bett im gonna git nuthr chants n git bak at that gost
watz mis pris duin wyz she knot halpin byt humom in tayl area nu'uh that pris mis is hydin in uthr krayt im so didzgudstud
wooooo
rowan the redd
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Ghost, recovered
The Magnificent Ghost has fully recovered from his surgery to remove a large lump or mass from his leg. It turned out to be a hamartoma -- benign, non-cancerous growth -- but there is a good chance that it will recur. He had problems with the e-collar - it scraped open his sutures on both his dewclaws until I removed it. Not all of his stitches have completely dissolved -- I can still feel them under the skin, and he sometimes worries at them, but he's being astoundingly good about letting the wounds heal.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Talking Mals
My Mallies have all been pretty quiet -- well, my "muppy" (love that word!!) Ghost likes to make his feelings known when t'd off, but otherwise they're pretty silent. But yesterday I took Miss Congeniality (Missy) to the vet for the first time. Well, no sooner did we walk in the door than she locked eyes with the most adorable little fluffy Malapuppy. Back went her head and she set in to howling like a wolf. We ended up waiting for several hours -- typical on a sunday, I guess -- and she didn't so much as take a breather. And this lass doesn't have a lovely coloratura howl like my Rowan, who sings in tune with the sirens. Oh no, Missy roars from the diaphragm -- she sounds like she's growling out of deepest hatred and imminent intention to eat everyone in sight. Of course she's waving her plumy tail and smiling irresistibly at the same time, but it can be pretty disconcerting. The poor sick kitties were not pleased. However, the little puppy tried a couple of squeaky little howls too. Adorable! I'm still trying to figure out how to get the little movie out of my camera...
I'm trying to start up a Bitches Hall of Fame (a name to be worn proudly) -- collect most outrageous deeds of our highly talented lady queens, together with pictures, and make a "feature" on Texas Malamutes http://txmals.ning.com/. Do enter your ladies if you like!
I'm trying to start up a Bitches Hall of Fame (a name to be worn proudly) -- collect most outrageous deeds of our highly talented lady queens, together with pictures, and make a "feature" on Texas Malamutes http://txmals.ning.com/. Do enter your ladies if you like!
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