Just what is going on?? Please read and share if you agree

I awoke this morning to the news that our county shelter had put a note on the door saying they were full, animals brought in were likely to be euthanized swiftly.

This isn't truly surprising. Wholly avoidable but not surprising. Someone posted they received 550 animals in the last 12 days. 

Of course not too many years ago the SPCA of Wake County took in animals from some areas of the county while the county shelter took in the rest. But politics won and all animals had to be sent to the county shelter, which SWORE they had the capability to handle all animals coming in. 

Of course since that point the shelter has been in the news several times for mistakes, problems, change of directors, accidental euthanasia (really), you name it.

So here we are, 'over-capacity' and thankful for other shelters taking in some animals.

Anyone with a brain saw this coming.

I know they are trying to do their best, however, understanding one's ability and capacity is essential. I wonder what the guy who 'promised' this would never happen is thinking today? I would love to ask him that question face to face.

Sigh.

Of course the main issue is the idiot owners. Don't give me any crap about why you can't or won't spay/ neuter. You are an ass, an incompetent ass. You have enough difficulty providing a half decent life for your current animal, why allow them to procreate?  You know vet care and food are essentials right? You know that companion animals need human interaction right? Positive interaction, just to be sure we are on the same page.

Don't talk to me about how your cat(s) need to roam and how the puppy you promised to love has to live outside because it got too big or you can't have hair inside.

A neighbor's young dog is outside, with access to the garage, alone for hours today and tonight. We had violent storms a while ago after which I saw this poor dog pacing in its driveway, awaiting his humans.

What the hell is wrong with people?

These are good people, how can they be so careless?

I'm seeing breed rescues so overwhelmed they are putting dogs into iffy or worse homes.

I love dogs. I really do. The more I interact with them, the more I love them.

I am angry at how stupid people are with regard to the responsibility of ownership.  I am angry that the idiot that refuses to spay/ neuter their dog is also the idiot that hands their dogs in to the shelter because its too much bother, costs too much, barks, needs food and water, etc.

Grow up people. You are the problem.

I am not targeting responsible breeders, so don't go off about how I am anti-breeder.  If you are breeding to improve a breed, doing appropriate health testing, ensuring good homes and willing to take back an animal you sell I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU.

I am talking about the hunter who says his dog is a great hunter and pointers are popular so they create puppies.

I am talking to the person who thinks its wrong to sterilize their pet.

I am talking to the person who thinks their pet is good looking and others say so, so you breed it.

I am talking to the irresponsible owner who just allows nature to take its course creating more unwanted animals.

I am angry 

Very.

If you have loved a pet, truly loved a pet, you know each animal has a soul. 

Take a wander through a shelter, look into these poor animals eyes. Feel their fear.

Have a chat with the shelter workers. 

If you walk out unchanged, you may be hopeless, in my eyes anyway. 

That is a level of cold I can't and won't comprehend.

Shelters exist for truly homeless animals and real hardship cases. 

This post won't reach the people it needs to reach, and I can't say I feel better after writing it, but I did need to write it.

give an inch and he takes 10 miles

Or turn your back and he's gone........

Oh Bugsy, my #1 agent of mischief, nearly 8, repaired knee, elbow, and shoulder yet some things never change.
Relax for a moment and all hell breaks loose.

We have the first sunshine in a couple of weeks this morning so we are all happy.
Bugsy and I went to the lake for his second swim this week.
The lake was a bit like Grand Central Station, loads of people out fishing on boats, boats launching off all pads and two fire engines blowing water.
And us.
He did well and was once again happy to swim. I kept him going until I saw him working really hard with the repaired leg.
Packed it all up and came home.
Knowing he was tired I unloaded him prior to sorting out the boat and stuff and I let him wander the  BACK yard off leash.
I was watching him as I unloaded until Steve began talking to me from a second floor open window. I turned away from Steve and Bugsy was gone.
He'd had about 30 seconds unattended, realized it and disappeared.
I calmly but with plenty of concern went around to the front yard.
Lo and behold, what did I see?

You know the answer.
Yup he was running the wildest, silliest, happiest zoomies imaginable.
Shaking my head.
So there I stood watching, calmly yet sternly saying No! Slow down!
No effect whatsoever.
I stood perfectly still and tried to come up with a solution.
"Come here and you can have a kong!"
A moment of stillness from the Beast.

Bwahahahahahaha I IZ RUNNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He blew past me legs flying in several directions and on into the garage. I got him inside and gave him a kong.

At least it was a gorgeous morning

Ah well we're off to our first acupuncture appointment now anyway.
Not sure how much he liked it but at least he was still enough for the needles to stay in

Oh he's walking, yes indeed, he's walkin'

It was five weeks ago today I set off at 5 am to bring Bugsy to Charlottesville for his surgery.
In some ways time has moved fast and in other ways it feels slow but regardless of how it feels, day by day we are healing and moving towards a leash-free existence.

He's been adding distance consistently to his walks but honestly the last 1/2 mile or so has been consistently slow.
I can see the change in his gait over that last 1/2 mile which includes two long uphills. That front leg gets weak and tired.

Until today.
Today he did 2.3 miles in just over 32 minutes - which includes loads of sniffing and several poop stops.
The average pace was just under 12 minutes/mile and a fastest pace of 9.5 minutes/mile.
And the very best part?
He never slowed - we were trotting along all the way to the water bowl!

He didn't even seem overly tired once home. I thought he'd flop but no he was following me all over, up and down the stairs, I left for errands and was greeted by a lively, happy boy.

I'm kind of feeling we've turned a corner here folks.
I understand that I now need to up zoomie control as he isn't OK to be as crazy as he's going to try to be but I'm OK with that.
The Beast is healing. I keep saying this, but its true, he amazes me!

Before you know it he'll be back to this:

the question was always when, not if

Sigh.
Well we got through darn near 5 weeks of recovery before the inevitable happened.
Bugsy went cwazee and ran zoomies.

This afternoon he had a modest attempt at them after meeting the neighbor's new foster pup, saying hey to another neighbor's young golden and getting to greet his dad who'd been out walking. He managed to get free from me and attempted to go insane but we were able to stop him.
He did get to blow off a bit of steam.

Then about an hour later, while I was on a client call I heard this thundering gallop heading my way.
Gulp.
Sure enough he came leaping up the steps, flying into my office space with legs going in every direction.
The tail was tucked and the eyes filled with cwazee!

I have two PVC hurdles set up to do exercises called cavaletti's which help retrain his gait. The hurdles are set at about 4 inches high. He was leaping over both of them clearly imagining they were four FEET high.
He grabbed a horizontal pole and ran around with that, then flung it aside to continue jumping over and around the hurdles.
I was pretty stuck just watching as I was on a call.
He continued being ridiculous for about 5 full minutes then came over to me and flopped and was asleep.

And so it was.
Nearly five full zoomie-less weeks came to a crashing end.

Happily no harm was done.
To the hurdles.
To the wall.
To me.
And most importantly,
to the dog.

If only two brain cells would connect

You all know I love Bugsy. And by and large he is bright canine but there are somethings he just can't seem to get or accept.
One of the things he really struggles with is not being a complete lunatic when going up or down stairs.
So although we would love to not have to gate off the stairs we have no choice.
We've resorted to walking down/up in front of him holding the gate between us and him to prevent him from attempting to charge up the steps launching over two at a time or diving down them only to leap off the 3rd or 4th step, crash landing at the front door.

I mean seriously he cannot seem to do a step at a time unless we dictate it without exception.

Its also quite perplexing why the rickety broken baby gate that he could step over, prevents him from going up or down stairs and keeps him contained in a room. The only thing he fears more than this baby gate is a black snake skin and at least with the snake skin he overcomes his fear and attacks and eats it. (Really, likely the grossest thing outside of cat poop he eats).

Ah well the baby gate works and bless his heart he still has no idea how to walk on stairs or down the block at a normal pace.
One would think after knee, elbow and shoulder surgery he'd think, "perhaps I should take life a bit easier"
Clearly not going to happen, even as he heads into his 8th birthday which unfortunately as an XL 100+lb dog is way, way senior, I struggle to keep up with him as 'I' take him for a walk.

Bugsy, the truth is, I love your style. I still say "slow" and "careful" and you attempt to heed my directions , however, we both know that just ain't the way you live your life.

The day I put the dreaded gate away declaring you able to live life the way you do will be a happy day for both of us. Its only week 3 though Bud.
Five to go :(

Hang in there with me. I am doing all I can to let you do your normal things but I can't let you do the normal nutty things. Trust me. Together we'll get you back to your standard of insanity.

$35 and we've made it!!

In December of 2005 we stopped at the SPCA of Wake County and came home with a baby Beast we called Bugsy.
In May of 2006, at about 8 months old, Bugsy experienced the best day of his life.
It was the annual Dog Walk to benefit the SPCA of Wake County.
He is an extremely sociable Beast and he found the tables of free treats, hundreds of dogs and thousands of humans exhilarating. He was so incredibly happy.
Every year since he has taken part in the annual Dog Walk and every year he just loves it.
He sticks his nose in every dog's butt he can, licks as many humans as possible and ignores any snarky behavior from any dogs.
He eats loads of treats and then he lines up at the very beginning of the enormous pack and he races to the finish.
There is a female GSP who has the same mentality about being at the front and staying there and I bet we've 'raced' them for 4 or 5 years now.

That would be Daisy the GSP :)
Its quite funny that amongst thousands of owners and likely over a thousand dogs - these two can always be found in the front. 

Here's a pic of another year showing a bit of the 'other' walkers

Sadly after dealing with a bad shoulder since August, a failed surgery and an unhelpful steroid shot in the shoulder, he only had surgery 2.5 weeks ago.
He is doing really well with his rehab, which is mostly moving forward but he has some bad days and even on his best days he has only been able to walk about 3/4 of a mile at a time.

Therefore, this year's walk, which is on Saturday April 20th, I have decided that we will attend the event but we'll only complete the senior walk which is 1/2 mile.
I know that Bugsy will love it just the same, and he'll line up at the front and take off so he can 'win'.


We set a goal of $300 this year. All the money we raise goes directly to the animals. The SPCA of Wake County is a top rated charity; I have the luxury of knowing several key staff and can say this is the way all animal shelters should be run. They do it right.

So for Bugsy, for the homeless animals of Wake County, for the low cost spay/neuter clinic, for the funds to keep shutting down puppy mills, will you help us reach our goal?

All we need as of today 4/13/13 is $35, can you spare $5?
Or if you are available will you walk with us?
Here's the link if you can help
Bugsy's Page

Thank you in advance!

Leash burned hands

Sigh, if you want to know how strong the Beast is I can only provide this tidbit; I have leash-burned hands. Really.
My shoulders and back are sore from his constant tugging and tonight in his excitement he pulled on the leash so hard it sped through my hands as I tried to hold on, causing that rope burn sensation and effect. Marvelous.
He is so full of tight muscles and knots one can only imagine how sore his body is but he doesn't care, he just drags you to where he wants to go.
We don't want to be tugging and pulling on him so we kind of use a half nelson around his head and chest to stop his forward motion and attempt to talk sense into his pea brain.
He will stand there for a moment but as soon as you return to upright he's taking you along to where he wants to go.
I have no solutions for this. He's nearly 8. Been through two orthopedic surgeries and recovery.
He doesn't give a shit that you want him to go slow. The more contained he is the more he fights against it.
If only he could realize how much further we could walk AND with less pain if he just did as I asked.
He won't get it though and he won't stop doing what he wants to do. His version of stubborn isn't to be believed without seeing it.
Love you lots Bugsy but damn give my body a break, if you did you might realize you'd feel a lot better too!