I mentioned last week that we got a new dog from the shelter. She is a super sweet dog now that we got her all fixed up. You see, she came to us from the shelter with parvovirus, fleas, ear mites, and maybe kennel cough (she has that now but it may have come from the vet). So, first thing, I am pretty disgusted that the Kanawha/Charleston shelter doesn’t deal with it’s ickiness better. A few months ago, they had to put down masses of animals because of disease. I have talked to several people who got dogs from there that had parvo and died. Apparently it is a common problem for that shelter, but I think it is unacceptable. I get that it’s a big and busy shelter, but gee whiz, it is what they are all about. Parvo kills a lot of dogs, especially puppies, so not treating/testing/quarantining animals effectively makes them a high-rate kill-shelter depending on how you look at it.
Ok, sorry, I have strayed a bit. So, Ginny came to us and within 2 days she was obviously very sick. Many hundred dollars later and we are fortunate to have a mostly healthy dog. But I wonder…you see, she has taken to eating poop from the yard. We have some less-than-prize neighbors who let their dogs run and poop all over the neighborhood, but that only provides Ginny access, not inclination. We walk Ginny on a leash every day and she has started searching out and eating other dogs’ poop! Did something happen to her brain when she was sick? I am not positive about this, but I suspect that poop doesn’t taste all that good (especially compared to the food she seems to like) so I cannot come up with an explanation why my sweet Ginny would eat every pile of deuce she comes upon. “It’s number 2 Ginny…run away!” Nope, not my dog.
It’s been a long time since I had a dog so maybe this is the new trendy thing that all of the young and hip dogs are doing nowadays…surely not. No, I can definitely say that eating poop is a bad thing. Come to think of it, I may have a new alternative saying for my kids. No longer will I have to say, “Would you jump off a bridge if all of your friends were doing it?” I can now say, “Would you eat poop just because all of your friends are doing it?”
Maybe I am being over-reactive. She’s a puppy and I know puppies are crazy. I hate to say it, but I would prefer she would chew on my shoes rather than the biohazards in the yard. I guess we will have to work on her manners some. The first trick I am going to teach her is “shake”. You see, I can shake her paw without hesitation, but she is definitely not getting kisses from me!This entry was posted in Food, Fun, Nature and tagged Dog, Ginny, Gross by warren
We have always been cat people. I think it’s because cats are low maintenance and don’t smell bad. We like critters around the house, but it’s gotta be easy…or so we thought.
We were watching the evening news (mistake 1) the other night and they did a bit on the Kanawha/Charleston Humane Association animal shelter. Since it is Spring, they have apparently had a huge influx of animals. I may be making this number up, but I think the news said they had over 200 dogs when it aired. Anyhow, I am a softie (and not just in the head) so I thought it might be interesting to go see what the shelter was all about (mistake 2). I had no intention of getting any pets…I am a cat person after all and we already have 2 inside cats (and 4 outside strays have us).
Two weekends ago, Emily had an all-day meeting at her school so I was solo with the kids. For some unknown reason, I decided that not only did I need to see what the shelter was all about, but also that the kids might enjoy seeing some dogs…sort of like a trip to the zoo (mistake 3)!
Being a softie and also having Abigail with me, we “oohhhh-ed” and “awwwww-ed” and it was then that it struck me…”hey, we need a dog!” (mistake 4) The only trick was, I had to convince Isaac and Emily, neither of whom like dogs…or so they thought. After much debate and searching, we happened upon “Lucy”. Lucy is a mixed puppy around 5-6 months old. I finally broke through Emily’s cold hard heart and convinced her we needed to rescue poor Lucy from her certain fate.
Again, after more debate and many “deals”, I was given clearance to adopt the dog…but we had to change her name. Emily didn’t like that someone else had named her new baby (ahhh…see, she’s caving in) so we pondered and consulted the seers and came up with the name “Ginny” as in “West Virginny”.
Ginny came home after being fixed and otherwise poked and prodded on Monday. She promptly christened my car and has apparently claimed us. I think all of those “mistakes” have turned out pretty well. Ginny is so sweet and will eventually be house trained…
Anyone else have “pound dogs”?This entry was posted in Awesome, Family, WV and tagged Animal Shelter, Dog by warren