Travelling Through The House

Dedicated to My Family

This was a family home, far more than a house to a family.

I walked through the corridors feeling the history. Happiness, sadness, beginnings and endings; all embraced with tenderness, love and unwavering dedication for its custodians.

The doorframes all etched the growth lines of the children who once lived here. The pantry displays an etching of heart’s containing initials of possibly parents, grandparents and so on.

The wooden floors, faded by the sun define the markings of where the kitchen table once gathered the family for dinners and celebrations. Recipes dating back to the 40’s were found, forgotten and left behind, lying on the shelves of the pantry. Opening the doors to the kitchen cupboards a fleeting scent of the family dinners quickly passes by. Outlines of water rings on the floor tell stories of the many family pets that have walked through these corridors.

Photographs lying in a drawer, displayed in black and white, show the ancestors long gone. Ranging from infants to the greatly aged, all are moments frozen in time of this grand family’s pageantry. Their love, joy, intimacy and sincerity; this unpretentious structure filled with the warmth and character of this family became a home and their castle.

The walls weathered, yet still warm to your touch. The floors displayed the rings of age notched from the pine trees milled from the surrounding forests.

Each of the bedrooms silently held in trust the tales of the many generations that found comfort within their walls. These rooms relished in anticipation of the spring breezes and sun rays that would gracefully zigzag through the rooms. The shadow of blue jay’s resting on a window ledge danced over the floors, warm from the sun. The chirping of the chipmunks on the lawns brought you the knowledge that they again wait for gifts from the kitchen of this home. The living room walls still thriving with family dreams, hopes and wishes for all their tomorrows. Taking a seat on the hearth of the grand stone fireplace you are wrapped in the understanding and wisdom that was shared with all the previous generations that sat in this room, gaining the knowledge for their tomorrows.

Friends and relatives would gather and celebrate their joys and share their losses and fears. Yet always, when it was time to go, they would be bursting with spirit and strength.

With pride, grandparents share the wisdom and character found within the structure of this home. The vast porch displayed with pride worn floor boards where rocking chairs have eased the pain from scratches, heartbreak and fear.

This home embraced and stood resolute over generations of a family filled with love, teaching spirit, value and strength.

Pet Emergency Care in Veterinary Hospitals

A Veterinary hospital has a distinct edge over veterinary clinics in the sense that it is capable, and fully equipped to deal with all types of pet care especially emergencies. This makes it the preferred choice among pet owners who have pets with specific needs or conditions.

Emergency pet care is taken very seriously at a vet hospital. They strive to have more than enough equipment and staff on hand to deal with all types of situations. In this article we will highlight some of the services that a veterinary hospital provides to pets. It is always a good thing to be prepared and know the type of services offered beforehand. Pet owners will find this information very helpful.

• Scan and X-Ray Services – Important for Diagnosis

Most veterinary clinics simply do not have the right equipment to conduct detailed scans and x-rays on a pet. Hence they always recommend that a pet be examined at a hospital for any serious medical condition or symptoms. A veterinary hospital can accommodate different types of pets. They have the capability to conduct in-depth brain scans and X-rays of all parts of the body to identify potential fractures, broken bones and/or diseases.

• Pet Surgery – It Saves Lives

Surgery is one aspect no one looks forward to whether it involves pets or humans. However at times it can be the only solution to saving a pets life. A vet hospital has a distinguished fleet of surgeons working around the clock to deal with different types of pet surgeries. These surgeries can be related to bones, muscle tissue or any other vital organs. Some pet related injuries may require immediate surgery. A veterinary hospital is essentially a life saver is such circumstances.

• 24 Hour Around The Clock Pet Care

Veterinary clinics are bound by specific hours. A veterinary hospital isn’t. They are a 24 hour medical facility that responds to all types of pet emergencies at any time of the day or night. Pet emergencies often times occur out of the blue and at unexpected times. Due to this, pet owners view hospitals with admiration and the peace of mind that good pet care is just around the corner no matter the time and how dire the situation.

• Qualified Staff and Veterinarians

Speaking of good pet care, a veterinary hospital is just as good as the staff and doctors that operate it. The same goes for vet clinics as well. However a hospital employs a larger staff and has more experienced specialists in its fleet capable of handling all pet emergencies.

If your pet has a specific medical condition or disease, it is always a good idea to check with the local veterinary hospital for all the types of pet services they provide. A pet’s health and well being is the pet owner’s responsibility and in situations like these it is always advisable to be prepared for both the expected and the unexpected.

The Dignified Family Dog – The Afghan Hound

Afghan Hounds were bred in Afghanistan to hunt large prey. The long fur kept it warm in mountainous areas. The breed is very fleet and an independent, intelligent hunter that would hold leopards at bay till horse mounted hunters could catch up to the prey. This means they have great endurance and speed (they outrun most horses). Additionally, they think for themselves and are very independent. Because of the hunting instincts, as a pet, they will still chase small animals and are used for coursing trials and games. Afghan Hounds should be kept in a large fenced yard and on a lease, once they escape they can be very difficult to capture. They are also bright enough to find ways out of fenced yards and are quite good at being an escape artist.

Afghan Hounds are between 24 and 29 inches tall and weigh 44 to 60 pounds. This is a healthy breed, typically living for 12 to 14 years. Afghan Hounds are affectionate and loyal to family members. They can have a tendency to be a one-person dog and are frequently aloof to strangers. They are also affectionate on their terms, not yours! When the Afghan Hounds wants attention, they will let you know, otherwise just leave it alone. They do tolerate children; however, this is a large dog and can easily knock small children down. Also, do not expect it to run and play with children. Despite this size, they are content to lay around when indoors and do adapt to apartment living. That said, the Afghan Hound does require regular, daily exercise regardless of living arrangements. This is a high-energy dog.

The long flowing, fine texture coat is a hallmark of the breed. Afghan Hounds do shed and keeping the coat is excellent condition is not for the faint of heart! The coat tangles and matts easily, requiring daily brushing to keep it tangle free and blowing. Additionally, frequent baths are required to keep the coat clean and shiny. Owners either invest time to learn to deal with the coat or invest in a good groomer. Either way, plan on spending time and money to keep the Afghan Hound looking great. As with all dogs with ears that are not erect, they are prone to ear mites and ear infections. Carefully checking the ears on a regular basis is recommended.

Training your Afghan Hound can be a challenge! They are very independent and do not particularly care if they please you or not. They are not motivated by food and snacks, either, so this can make training a challenge. Therefore, it is not a good breed for a first-time dog owner. Due to the personality, sensitivity, and intelligence of the breed, consistent, patient, and positive training methods are required. Even when this approach is done with the Afghan Hound, it may still only train on its schedule not yours. The good news is that Afghans rarely bark, so apartment dwellers and neighbors are happy. This means that the breed is not a good watch dog. Despite these features, the dog can be affection and fun and like to play games, so there is an upside as a companion. Owners just need to go into the relationship, realizing what the dog will and will not do.

Non-Pet People Are Not Defective – They Just Have Not Met the Right Pet Yet!

I have been laughed at, patronized, and pitied by non pet-people. I may have been irritated, frustrated, or disgusted but now I just feel sorry for them. Non Pet-Peeps don’t understand Pet-Peeps and vice-versa. It is not until that unexpected and unexplainable connection is made between a person and their pet that one can finally validate the bond. Non Pet-Peeps just have not met the right pet yet! They have not experienced Pet-Power.

My own initiation to Pet-Power came after graduating from university. I had always liked animals and much preferred them, even in my play toys. We had a Collie named Maggie, who I really don’t remember. I had my first horse as a thirteen-year-old young girl. We had almost ten great years together. But still, it took that special pet to help me finally experience Pet-Power.

Moving to Detroit churned up a bit of anxiety. I was concerned for my safety. Thus, my solution… get a dog. I was directed to a local vet that in turn gave me a phone number for a free 5 1/2 month old female husky. My best friend, Heidi, and I jumped into my little maroon Civic 4-door. With Heidi’s navigational help, we arrived at our destination.

The place facing us was a small aluminum trailer in sore need of repair. Old stuff was strewn everywhere. As Heidi and I stepped tentatively from the car, the front door opened to reveal a woman in her forties, dressed in odd colored sweats, smoking a cigarette. She leaned out the door and squinted at us.

“You here for a dog?” she asked with a hint of suspicion.

“Oh, yeah….”, I started.

“Well, come on then.”

I guess we passed the test and were motioned to follow her around to the back of the trailer. Stepping gingerly, we followed the thin, scraggly figure. A big, hairy, brown and black animal with huge golden eyes, whined and jumped up, straining against her chain.

“That’s Nikki.” The woman pointed to the beast. “She’s German Shepherd and something.”

“Australian Shepherd, I think.” A man had appeared.

“Whatever,” snapped our hostess. “We also have a bunch of puppies.”

Not wanting to be hasty or rude, I followed the lady a little farther on with Heidi on my heels. We came upon two scraggly female mutts chained up to their respective tiny doghouses, with a swarm of puppies crawling around and over them. I fleetingly wondered if any puppies wandered away without the safety of their chained up mothers…I had to banish the bothersome thought. The puppies were cute, but my attention was diverted by the lonesome wail of the hairy beast we had first encountered. It was my undoing. The poor thing wanted attention so badly…

“I want Nikki,” I told the couple. “I promise to give her a good home and will leave my address and phone number so you can check on her.”

The woman smirked at my last comment but the man smiled and nodded. I realized upon coming close, that there was no collar and that the chain was clamped tight around the animal’s neck. I felt anger and resolve.

“Wait just a sec.” The man left and reappeared with pliers.

Once the chain was forced free, Nikki went into motion. She took off like a shot, running for her life. I followed Heidi back to the Honda and opened the back door. To everyone’s amazement, the huge ball of fur barreled into the opening, flipped herself around in the back seat facing me and planted herself firmly against the maroon upholstery. She laid down with her chin on her paws, looking up at me. Her eyes seemed to plead, “Please take me with you.”

For fourteen years and at least ten home moves, Nikki and I shared our lives. I never felt alone with my big wolf-look-a-like protector and friend. She was a big lovable companion and a delightful reason to go home each night. Although she looked fierce with her black face and golden eyes, Nikki was actually a big baby who loved to cuddle in your lap. I only saw her actually “go nuts” on one occasion. While having the gates wide open and Nikki tied off to the side so she would stay around while I packed up the moving truck, an unknown man started to walk up behind me. Nikki went berserk. The man backed off even though my big protector could not have reached him.

Nikki taught Pet-Power to me. She also taught me about unconditional love and acceptance. That dog gave more to me than I could have ever given to her. I have questioned who saved whom. She will always have a very special place in my heart and because of her, I became a smitten rescue dog person and have rescued dogs ever since.

Aisha is a hard-driving, no-nonsense businesswoman who I know personally and have worked with professionally. A bit of a neat-freak and extremely well organized, she has a place and system for everything. I know she thought me a bit of a sentimental flake when I’d get mushy about my dogs or if I made comment about a passing puppy. She was a good sport and tolerated it, but I know deep down she was thinking, “OK, whatever..That’s just Janus.”

I knew that Aisha had a big black Lab-mix growing up so I was a bit bewildered at her lack of desire about dogs, but chalked it up to her Non Pet-Peep Persona. So imagine my surprise and delight when a tiny little black Lab captured her heart and transformed this tough Non Pet-Peep into a card carrying Pet Parent Freak! She even has brought in two more big dogs to make a total of three large Lab-Mixes (one being her old childhood dog, Lucky). Her perfect existence turned into a lovable mushy mess of love and mutts. She now stops to ‘oooh’ and ‘aaaw’ at every passing puppy and has to have Labrador calendars and pictures of her “girls” in the office. If Aisha had the room and funding, she would rescue as many dogs as possible. Pet-Power hit her hard!

Big D is another perfectionist; clean car, clean house to the point of OCD. He is a big gruff guy that scares most people until they get to know him. Imagine my horror when I helped him to adopt a puppy for his kids and the scared little animal promptly projected her last meal in his spotless leather backseat. From that day on, he put up with my dogs to put up with me, but never touched one of them on purpose. He tolerated my addiction and even played with them in his own way. He and Nikki would chase each other around the house. Big D even went through accompanying me to the emergency room to have to put down both Nikki and Rusty. I could tell his big heart broke but he still did not want a dog of his own. That was all my silliness.

Well, nothing twists a Daddy like his youngest child and when Kalli wanted a Pomeranian puppy, he had to give in. Big D accompanied his daughter to a wonderful breeder couple that had three little puff balls from a champion bloodline. Kalli picked the middle puppy; not too shy but not too aggressive. For Kalli, she now had a cute little accessory to show off. For Big D, something else happened. The little Pomeranian, Jack, plopped his little rump down in front of the big man’s recliner and yipped at him. He continued to yip until the astonished Big D bent way down to pick up the demanding little puppy. Jack immediately licked the big guy and cuddled into his arms to drop off to sleep. Big D looked rather helpless and distressed for a minute or two but relaxed and smiled as the little puff of fur settled into a perfect slumber. Jack’s tiny puppy sides lifted and fell against his big human pillow. D melted into mush, his eyes glistened with love and awe as Jack burrowed his way into the big man’s heart.

Although no one would have expected it, when Big D and Kalli separated households, Jack went with Big D.. He is more than his little buddy though. He is the one and only “thing” able to wake Big D up with a smile and chuckle and he is the one sure-fire medicine that makes the big man feel better through his battles. Talk about successful therapy! Jack saw his big Daddy through the worst of it. Pet-Power strikes again!

So the next time you meet a Non Pet-Peep, do not despair. They just haven’t met the right Pet yet!