I have written about my little pal Buddy before. 14 this year and he is a mix between Pom/Pap. I love him and I think he is probably the best dog as far as kindness I have ever had. he does not bite, attack or even bother anyone. Just pet, love and treats. However, as he gets older he developed a skin allergy. So, after trying everything that friends and Vets suggested someone told me to use a Listerine mix.
So, I figured it couldn’t hurt. You mix equal parts of yellow Listerine and water, like a cup of each and two teaspoons of oil. For me, I used liquid coconut oil. Well, I have been trying it for a few days and wanted to share that I am already seeing results! So, for any of you who have dogs with skin allergies, it may just work! I sure hope so. So far, so good!
Buddy. The little dog
13 years old and still little and I love him.
He is a friend
a loyal dog who is by my side at all times when I am home
He is sweet
gets scared of everything
A ray of sunshine in my life.
He is one of the greatest pet gifts ever given to me.
He is The little dog that loves.
I am not into chickens. Normally. I just never really had much of an interest in them. Until my sister got these three little chickens she calls silkies. OMGOSH! I fell in love with them. With my dogs, I can never have them BUT I love seeing hers. I went on a spree finding them little houses and toys and cloths. They are so adorable. Then she bought a different kind of baby chickens and now I love the chicken world! I am now a chicken little Auntie! 🙂
I had to say goodbye to my beautiful rescue of 10 years yesterday, Tracer. My heart was so broken and I cried all day. I guess he was older than I thought when I rescued him. Starving, dying from lack of food and he wandered up on my sisters property. It was evening when I pulled in and saw this starving dog. I had a meal I had bought, got out of my car and fed him and gave him the bottled water I had. As he stood back up, he just put his head against my leg and looked at me with these beautiful sad brown eyes.
I thought my sister would keep him but when I got back home, 40 miles away she had called and said no. He would be taken to the pound because they couldn’t care for him. I couldn’t sleep at all that night and I told my husband early the next morning, “I am going to get that dog. I have already named him Tracer. If he will get in my car, I am bringing him.” He had touched my heart when he just put his head against my leg.
So, off I went, stopped and got some fast food and prayed on my way he was still alive and still there. I pulled up and there he was, on the ground, shivering. I walked over and fed him some of the food and said, “Come on Tracer, we are going home.” I opened my old Volvo door and as bad off as he was he managed to jump in. That was 10 years ago. I did not realize it at the time but he rescued me too. He was my loyal friend, devoted tome, my companion. Three days ago, he started sleeping a lot and acting weird. He had been abused I knew because he would growl if he ever felt cornered which could be as simple as being against anything solid if he felt a threat. But I only showed him love. I stayed with him almost non stop these last three days as he seemed to get weaker and weaker.
I called the Vets but they wanted to muzzle and etc. which would have scared him so much. He was eating, drinking, walking (slowly) but other than sleeping a lot seemed just tired. The night before last he quit eating or drinking that evening. I knew I was losing him. I sat with him until 3 a.m., in the rain for me, in his shelter for him as I petted him. He died a little after 3 a.m. and I cried all day yesterday. I miss him so much. I love you Tracer and I hope, after who knows how many years of abuse, our ten years together made up for it. I will forever be grateful for the time and love we shared but I am sure going to miss you my sweet friend. I love you.
They could not possibly be from this planet. Today was Cat day. They are now taking turns. Yesterday was Nitro day with his 90 lb.( Now 120 pounds) puppy 2 year self. You can see that blog on here. Today, it was Hercules and Cujo. Beware what you name your animals.
They decided to knock my speakers off, turn on the hot water in the kitchen, toss the keyboard to the floor and then decided it would be fun to tear my flower arrangement to the floor, piece by piece.
Next they threw my internet boxes all over the floor and slung my notepad to the ground, so that, of course, Nitro could eat it. into shreds I might add.
These are not real animals obviously. Though I do not believe in Aliens, these three must have come from some strange planet I was unaware of.
They tag team, they destroy, they attack (the kitties) when you least expect it and then now they are turning the water on and running it at full blast until I can slam up here to turn it off.
Thy are all spoiled with luxuries most animals only wish for. You cannot spank a Shepherd which I would not do anyway as I believe in positive reinforcement.
Cats cannot be controlled but then, these are not cats. They are of a species that resemble cats, they purr like cats and they even let kids play with them.
I am allowed petting time when they are ready for it. Ready for it so they can allow 10 seconds before they gouge my arms.
Yes, then again, my animals are aliens, after all. And now I have more. Rescues that need homes but they are mass destructive weapons. I am SO GLAD I LOVE animals.