Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Despite physical ailments, Dupree is one lucky dog

Dupree
“Only we can make this a better world for animals,” I wrote last month, profiling a woman who does just that.  Today, here are two people making the world better for one animal, and oh, all the good they do for him!

Dupree is a big, black, gentle and lovable Newfoundland with a white blaze on his chest.  He lucked into having parents -- my neighbors, Joanne and Greg -- who have rearranged their own lives to assure the best possible quality of life for him.  

A custom-made ramp from their deck to the ground was only their latest aid for Dupree (named for the movie "You, Me and Dupree").  Now nearly 10 years old, he was diagnosed at 8 with hip dysplasia and arthritis, both severe. That’s why he’s willing to come back inside via the ramp, but he uses the front door for exits, refusing to walk down the ramp. 
    
As a kind of moving landmark in the area, Dupree is widely known, even though these days he’s more likely to lie in the grass outdoors and enjoy the cool breezes than to romp around.  With two fur coats, “Newfies” don’t mix well with warm weather, so Dupree’s parents keep the house temp low and the deck door ajar -- and often stay outside with him for more time than they might otherwise wish.

They’ve shepherded Dupree through various health issues since he finished puppy kindergarten and professional training.  First up was a heart defect, pulmonic stenosis, which required surgery and follow-up visits. Next came cranial cruciate ligament (CCL) surgery on his left rear leg. 

Dupree enjoyed good health for awhile after that, until at age 8, his right rear leg suffered the same fate as its partner: CCL (comparable to ACL in humans).  Instead of surgery this time, his activity was restricted till the leg healed, helped by “cold laser treatments” -- still provided twice weekly by a mobile vet. 
 
Dupree, about age 3
Along the way, Dupree’s treatments have included a wheelchair -- too uncomfortable for him -- and a “Help ‘em Up” harness that Joanne says is “the best tool for going outside of all the stuff we’ve bought.”  It fastens under Dupree’s body and has two handles on top to help lift the 154-pound dog.  (Did I mention that Joanne weighs about two-thirds of that total, or 104?)

Merely a run-down of Dupree’s current medicines would explain why his parents “are both blessed to be working at home” -- Greg’s project manager role allows that on most days, while as an attorney, Joanne opts to do document review at home.  Even so, the two have not had a vacation together since 2012. 

Dupree’s multi daily medications include some for pain relief, an anti-inflammatory, a vitamin supplement for joints and probiotic powder that’s used with food.  Twice monthly he receives an injection for arthritis pain, but when it gets really bad, his back legs do what Joanne calls “pretzeling,” which he can’t undo by himself.  She untangles his intertwined legs so he can move about. 

Recently, Dupree stopped eating from his bowl, so now when he barks, “I try to guess what he wants,” Joanne says.  If it’s food, she’ll feed him by hand from his plate: boiled chicken and carrots served on top of dry and wet food.  She brings water too. 
  
The family also includes two cats, Brody and Hooper (both named after “Jaws” characters), who love Dupree and supervise his laser treatments.  During activity bursts afterwards, he flings his toys around and the cats scatter them all over the house.  

With this story about Dupree, there’s no need to use descriptive words for his parents, such as “devoted,” “sensitive,” “tireless” or “generous.”  Simply telling what they do for their beloved Newfie says it all.

Dupree in his harness 

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Monday, March 18, 2019

Poison prevention, canine climber & animal cruelty

                                                                             ASPCA pic
Seeing pets, and any animal, suffer for reasons unknown (so, often untreatable too) is a horrible experience.  Learning that an animal died unnecessarily is the next worst thing, I think, remembering a dear gray cat at a local business who suddenly wasn’t there anymore.  His people theorized (after the fact and after doing nothing) that he had been poisoned.

“Poison”: historically a scary, death-laden word.  But these days, for those who want to know more about poison prevention, there’s a major aid, the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center. Which is timely, because March 17-23 is National Poison Prevention Week.

But even before that, for everyone starting to think about spring “clean up, fix up, paint up,” jobs to do, here’s the ASPCA’s list of the 10 main animal toxins in 2018.  They’re worth keeping in mind -- and keeping far away from pets and all animals.

                   Alley Cat Allies pic
And here’s the link to the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center, which includes a “24-hour veterinary diagnostic and treatment hotline staffed by highly trained veterinarians.  The number is 1-888-426-4435.  Suggestion: add this number to you phone contacts right now so it will be there if you ever need it.      

a Himalayan heroine

A 45-pound Nepalese mutt “summited” a 23,389-foot mountain near Mount Everest last November. Mera, now re-named Baru for the peak she reached (Baruntse) was the first dog to do so, and except for “a brief human-aided zip line down a short section, she made the ascent completely unsupported.”

Not only that, but while the mountain-climbers she had decided to join for the adventure were geared up and experienced -- and dressed for protection from the cold -- Mera wore only her dog suit, which sufficed for the entire trip, including two nights alone on the glacier in bitter cold and high winds.

                                                                  Don Wargowski pic
Adopted by one of the locals after her gutsy climb, Baru, street dog turned celebrity climber, is reportedly happy and healthy in her new home.  (Wonder if she’ll find her life now unbearably tame.)


Action still needed

With no news to the contrary, the two teens who brutally killed a snared raccoon in Lacey Township, Ocean County,  have still not been charged with animal cruelty (wording that really doesn’t do justice to their barbarous act).  That means the prosecutor, Bradley D. Billhimer, has not yet carried out his mandated duties and filed charges against them.

So, please contact Attorney General Gubir Grewal and ask him to demand that Prosecutor Billhimer step up to his lawful responsibility.  Email (citizens.services@NJOAG.gov) or call the Attorney General’s office (609-984-5828) and ask that these two killers be prosecuted.

In memoriam

Poet W. S. Merwin died last Friday, March 15, at age 91. 

“Mr. Merwin was one of the most highly decorated poets in the nation, and very likely the world. He was the United States poet laureate from 2010 to 2011; won two Pulitzer Prizes, a National Book Award and a spate of other honors; and was lauded for his volumes of prose and translations of poetry from a Babel of languages.

He also wrote, sometimes heartbreakingly, about animals.


The Name of the Air

It could be like that then the beloved

old dog finding it harder and harder

to breathe and understanding but coming

to ask whether there is something that can

be done about it coming again to

ask and then standing there without asking

                                   
                             --W. S. Merwin
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Monday, March 11, 2019

Teenagers who killed raccoon should be prosecuted

Last December a raccoon caught in a snare was brutally bludgeoned to death with an aluminum baseball bat by two laughing teenage boys who then posted a video of their act on social media.  The two were not prosecuted, and now the Animal Protection League of NJ (APLNJ) urges us to contact the state Attorney General to demand they be brought to justice.

One dead raccoon, even though violently killed by two teens -- is that reason to get all upset and “protesty”?  Yes, emphatically yes.

Unfortunate but true, one unpunished act of violence might encourage more of the same. Those two kids think they got away with their cruel killing and even publicized it, so what will they do next?  It’s a scary thought. 
  
They did a cowardly and shameful thing to that innocent, terrified raccoon, and they must face justice for their act.  Otherwise, they may kill again.  But regardless of whether they repeat their crime, they did wrong.

I’m deliberately not using the familiar argument here that those who torture and kill animals may move on to do the same to humans so therefore they must be stopped.  No.  They must be stopped because they did this heinous thing to a helpless animal. That alone is bad enough. Period.

No sentient being, animal or human animal, deserves to be killed for sport or laughs or simply because s/he is available and “killable.” Those two boys did wrong, and they should be prosecuted. Then, ideally, they should be counseled away from such murderous tendencies.

Here are excerpts from the APLNJ message urging proper action on behalf of the defenseless raccoon and against the two teens who brutally killed the animal.  (italics added)

Since December, outraged local residents and organizations have demanded that the Ocean County prosecutor charge the perpetrators. [But] Prosecutor Billhimer dumped the case onto the lap of the New Jersey Division of Fish and Wildlife (DFW). It was up to the Division, which promotes trapping and teaches kids to kill animals this way, to determine a course of action. Conveniently, DFW does not pursue criminal violations, only civil remedies. It has commented that the method of kill was "legal" . . . .  

DFW promotes the violent clubbing to death in trapping training courses; it will not encourage prosecution of animal cruelty crimes.

Did the county prosecutor relinquish his authority to prosecute simply because the victim was wild?  The New Jersey Supreme Court has held that the enforcement of Fish and Wildlife regulations do not preclude the prosecutor from pursuing criminal charges. . . .  Animal cruelty statutes apply to juvenile offenders.

We're asking Attorney General Gubir Grewal to ensure that his Ocean County prosecutor steps up to honor his lawful responsibility. . . . This barbarity cannot go unaddressed or minimized.  Please join us seeking a just State response.

Please do this now:  Email (citizens.services@NJOAG.gov ) or call the Attorney General's office (609-984-5828) and ask that these two killers be prosecuted.  You can also contact the AG by filling out this form.




P.S. the next day: After learning about the raccoon cruelly killed by the two boys, I was so steamed and eager to encourage contacts to the NJ Attorney General, I didn't include these facts: "the Lacey raccoon" was brutally killed in Lacey Twp., Ocean County, NJ.  The prosecutor there, Bradley D. Billhimer, should be directed to carry out his mandated duties and file animal cruelty charges against the two teens who committed that heinous act of violence against an innocent animal.        


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Sunday, March 3, 2019

It’s a dog’s life -- but it doesn’t have to be

Miniature Schnauser (ears cropped)
“Man’s best friend” should be glad s/he’s not “man’s worst friend” -- considering all the trouble and pain “man” already inflicts on dogs.  These days, some dogs can’t win for losing.

Thanks to a couple stories on the “Pets” page of today’s Times of Trenton, I’m thinking about dogs whose tails are docked and/or whose ears are cropped, for little reason other than style or tradition (as in “That’s how we’ve always done it”!).

Let’s start with last month’s annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show in NYC.  The show’s quality judgments are based on breed standards that are created by breed parent clubs.  That means, in the case of mini schnauzers, for instance, the dog’s ears are cropped to make them stand up and look pointy.  (Don’t ask why -- it’s a case of humans re-designing animals for their own indefensible reasons.)

To achieve the desired look, puppies’ ears are cropped, and in the worst cases, that’s been known to occur without anesthesia or a veterinarian license (required in Pennsylvania).  In one infamous 2016 case, a breeder was ultimately charged with felony torture for disregarding the law and cropping puppies’ ears (without pain meds or antibiotics afterward), which then became infected.

Try to imagine puppies being held down “crying and screaming” during an illegal -- and wholly unnecessary -- procedure.  And fancy how those pups might then regard humans.

Rotweiller (tail docked) 
Tail docking, another needless and cruel practice, dates way back to the belief that “removing part of a dog’s tail could prevent rabies.” Talk about uneducated guesses. 

As of 2013, the American Kennel Club, the organization behind many dog shows, recognized 20 breeds with cropped ears and 62 breeds with docked tails!  This despite the American Veterinary Medical Association’s opposition to both practices as painful and cosmetic.  (Nice to know the AVMA takes a stand against cropping and docking.  Its wishy-washy position suggests its on the profit-making fence about declawing cats.)    

On the other . . . paw

A recent visit to North Star Vets, in Robbinsville, was an upbeat and therapeutic experience, as usual.  It’s the place where years ago, Billy, our 12-year old tuxedo cat, got a second opinion that saved his left eye. 

And since then, for whatever reason we’re there, it’s also a prime spot for people-watching -- that is, for watching people devoted to their pets.  

They often arrive, with carriers or dogs on leash, looking serious-hopeful, and take a seat -- often with their pets -- in the capacious waiting area.  Some parents talk with nearby people, and/or their pets, while others sit tensely, awaiting appointments.  (In one case, pictured, the dog wearing the collar was back for a check up after cataract surgery the day before.) 

When people check out later, their mood's much different -- not necessarily jovial, but often relieved and invariably informed -- with happy talk of “going home now.”   

euphemism of the week

dingleberries --  “little pieces of poop clinging to a cat butt”


  
Petting Zoo

by Nicole Homer

We pay to enter the dirty
pen. We buy small bags of feed
to feed the well-fed animals. We are
guests in their home, our feet
on their sawdust floor. We pretend
not to notice the stench. Theirs
is a predictable life. Better,
I guess, than the slaughter,
is the many-handed god. Me?
I’m going to leave here, eat
a body that was once untouched,
and fed, then gutted and delivered
to my table. Afterwards, I’ll wash
off what of this I can. If I dream
it will be of the smallest goat,
who despite her job, flinched
from most of the hands. Though
she let me touch her, she would not
eat from my palm. In my dream,
she’ll die of old age
and not boredom.


(from Poem-a-Day | Poets.org poem-a-day@poets.org, 2/28/2019)      

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