Dr. Buddy was going to be our guest today. We hope he will still be practicing tomorrow. If so, Dr. Buddy will return then.
What Jan read on a splinter under a nail was scary, so she requested prayer from a couple of her friends yesterday and shortly after thought of something that might work, She's trying it. This morning she's had two emails from friends suggesting the same thing. We all have crossed paws for it to work, though from the size of the splinter, it might take longer than 24 hours.
We've had a few ask how Jan is doing. Suffice it to say she isn't chewing on her finger so far today??? Seriously, she had teeth imprints (hers, not ours) in her injured finger yesterday.
So please ignore any typos or stranger than normal mistakes. I (Percy rhe typist) still have phantom sympathy paw pain and have to type one-pawed. Yes, I know I have extra paws, but it is impossible to type with one front and one back paw!
The story of Percy's phantom sympathy paw pain can be found here. The cruel practice of devocalizing dogs is discussed in the same post. We had a couple of comments we would like to share.
By email from a dog rescuer: Just jumped my vet's (butt). Why? Cause he does that crap. He said he would start advising people about training instead and the dangers. (Way to go, Mark!)
Our family cat-a-blog: This is the momma talking now and I have something to say! I had a Great Pyrenees Dog years ago. Pyrs bark and bark and bark and bark. I rescued Willow because I didn't want her to end up in a shelter. I didn't know baloney about Great Pyrenees but did research and found out that they are barkers to the max. It was in Willow's nature to bark to keep wolves away from her sheep and those of us inside the house were her sheep.
Did I have her debarked. NO! She was doing what she was bred to do and it was up to me to make the necessary adjustments. Living in the city, she was never allowed to bark unless it was daytime and then once she had had a good time, I made her come back into the house. At night, I'd let her get a few good ones out and then back into the house once she had done her business. Dogs bark to communicate. A dog needs to bark just as we need to talk. (You sound like a good momma for any woofie!)
To breeders, research labs and those-who-shouldn't-have-a-dog because -you don't want him to bark -- would you want your doctor doing the same surgery on you because your mate doesn'r want to listen to you jabber all the time?
And now for our birthday boy! And thanks, Cat Blogoshpere, for reminding us of an occasion again.
Sam: Oh, no, not again! So much has been happening, we forgot about Cameron's birthday today. He was born in the house next door to us 5 years ago. I wasn't born yet, though.
Cotton; We're sorry we neglected your day, Cameron. We really do love you. You're handsome and kind. It doesn't matter that you can't count past your toes.
Happy birthday, tuxie brother!
Love, your furry family -- Crystal, Cotton, Merci, Cyndi, Percy, Buddy, Rusty & Sam (and your human Jan)
PS -- Please remember Hansel's auction for Sugar. Sugar was mauled by a pack of dogs and although she had expensive treatment including an oxygen tent, she didn'r make it.