A young lady that worked at my clinic a few years ago while in high school, has been visiting the clinic lately. Her name is Alexis, and she is close friends with my veterinary assistant, Miguel, who most of you know by now from other stories.
Now that Alexis is a young adult, and is living on her own, she has decided it has become time for her to become a doggie mom. She has always wanted a dog of her own, and the time has come to make that dream a reality. She visits our clinic, and meets our adoptables but is waiting for "just the right connection". I think most of us that are pet parents understand exactly what she means. After several meet and greets, Alexis would leave the clinic a little disappointed that she had not met "the one" but hopeful that the right dog was out there for her.
A few weeks ago, we took in a pair of adorable puppies.
These two adorable puppies came from another animal shelter that was unable to place them on their adoption floor because the puppies were timid and did not pass the "personality" testing. So this adorable pair of six month old pups were made available for rescue to other qualified rescue groups willing to take them into their adoption program.
When Miguel saw these cuties, he sent his friend Alexis a text message.
"When you get a chance, you should stop at the clinic. We have two cute Cocker spaniel mix puppies for you to see."
Alexis stared at her phone, reading the words in disbelief, as a brief recollection of a recent dream overwhelmed her.
Entering adulthood was not the only reason Alexis chose now to become a pet parent. She was hoping a puppy of her own would help her heal and adjust to a tragic change in her life. Just five months ago, her father died unexpectedly in a car accident. She has been struggling to cope with the loss that occured just 8 days before her 20th birthday.
Just a few weeks prior to Miguel's text, Alexis was on a family vacation in Colorado. On the last night of this family trip, she had a dream. In this dream, her father and her grandfather (also deceased, and with whom she had shared a special bond) stood before her, alive and well. It gave Alexis a warm feeling of comfort to be so close to them again, even if only in a dream.
As the dream continued, her Grandpa said, "These are the puppies for you, Alexis." With the men, were two very cute, shy, cocker spaniel puppies.
Her father smiled in amusement as Alexis seemed overwhelmed, joyful, and definitely caught off guard by the two puppies romping at their feet, unsure of which puppy to call her own.
Her Grandpa turned to her again, "You have to pick one, Alexis." and he gave her a gentle smile.
As Alexis awoke, she felt the comfort of having seen them again, but the visit created a new longing for them to be with her now. She wished that last night her Dad had chased her up the stairs growling like a tiger, the way he did at bedtime when she was just a girl. She longed for him to be there as she climbed out of bed, waiting to give her that big morning bear hug meant to wake her up and start her day.
The presence of the two puppies in the dream made little sense to Alexis, despite her ongoing search for her own dog. She would often pray to God that he could help her through this tragedy. She would ask God to help her find a puppy, and help her be patient in her search. She would often "talk" to her Dad about getting a puppy, asking if he could help her find the right one. When you consider this, perhaps the strange presence of two puppies in that dream was not so strange.
As Alexis stood looking at her phone two weeks later, reading the words texted to her by her friend Miguel, the dream suddenly made sense. She knew before meeting them that, as her Grandpa had said in the dream, "These are the puppies for you."
She begged Miguel to put a hold on the pups until she could get to the clinic, fearful they would get adopted in the few hours it would take before she could make it to the clinic.
She arrived at the clinic a few short hours after the text. As her dream had predicted, she had a difficult time choosing which puppy would be hers, and she could hear her Grandpa's words, "You have to pick one, Alexis". And slowly, the choice was made.
Meet Izy, one of two dogs that had been deemed unadoptable by one animal shelter's standards. She is now a beloved family member and providing the gift of comfort and unconditional love. Two lives have been completely changed for the better.
It seems as though Izy was destined to provide the comfort, the humor, the occasional stress of pet ownership to a young woman who needed help to heal, a woman who cried out for help in finding her canine companion, a woman who received that help from the two people she least expected would be able to help her.
While we struggle with loss, the truth is, we never lose those we love, and Little Miss Izy is tangible proof that love can surpass all boundaries.
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Someone once said to me, “There are veterinarians who help some animal rescues. You are not one of those vets. You are an animal rescuer who just happens to be a veterinarian.“ I believe every animal has a story. I am fortunate enough to be able to share some of them.
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Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Update on Previous Blog Topics 2
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Help Find Lizzy: Dog Lost in Ashland Kentucky!
I am thrilled to report that Iowa Dog Lizzy was reunited with her family after running loose in Kentucky for six lonely and heart wrenching days! Lizzy's family was fortunate enough to have received a few informational leads as to where she had been spotted which was instrumental in her recovery.
Bring Hanah Home
I am sorry to say that Hanah, the dog that went missing following the Joplin, Missouri tornado, has not been found. They are still actively searching for her, so please join their Facebook group, Bring Hanah Home. Hope is not lost.
Meet the Sweets: Herkie the Hunk
Herkie, our senior lab with no hope for adoption, is doing wonderfully at his new home in New England.
Herkie needed help getting up on the bed due to his hind end weakness, so his new family made him his own set of doggie stairs! It doesn't look as though Herkie helped much in the construction process, but I am certain his old joints will appreciate the human efforts!
Clean Cut, Senior, White Male Seeks ...
Remember him?
A picture (or two) is worth a thousand words!
Addie's Story: 3 part series...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Addie is doing great after eight years of being separated from her puppyhood home and family! Even in her senior years, she manages to climb into her own bed, and has the occasional left over Filet Mignon!
Addie and Cody are acclimating well to each other, as you can see by the video above. They look for each other all the time and each wants to know what the other is doing at any given time. Addie will not go potty unless Cody comes along too.
Ellie's Story
Part 1
Part 2
Ellie, after her visit to the Oncology Department at the Iowa State University, College of Veterinary Medicine is doing great! Oddly, the morning of her appointment, her lesion had seemed to disappear (of course). After discussing it with my husband, we kept the appointment just to be on the safe side. They made some wonderful recommendations for her care, and suggested that surgery was not likely necessary.
After a few days of not even being able to find the lesion, and not a single step of lameness. I decided to hold off on chemotherapy. She has since had no signs of any problems with that foot or leg.
Either of two things happened.
1. The biopsy analyzed by a lab (not associated with Iowa State), was misinterpreted.
2. The well wishes and prayers of people far and wide made a difference.
I prefer to believe it was the latter of the two. Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers, and your concerns. Thanks go out to you from Ellie and her pal, Kirby!
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Help Find Lizzy: Dog Lost in Ashland Kentucky!
IF YOU ARE FROM KENTUCKY, WE NEED YOUR HELP!
A local Iowa family is heartbroken today. They went on a cross country driving vacation. During the trip, they stopped at their sister's house in Ashland, Kentucky. Lizzy stayed there where she would be cared for by family members rather than strangers.
Sadly, on Monday July 18th, Lizzy's collar, complete with identification tags, broke off while visiting and she wandered off at a location with which she is unfamiliar. She was seen briefly the next day but would not come when called.
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A local Iowa family is heartbroken today. They went on a cross country driving vacation. During the trip, they stopped at their sister's house in Ashland, Kentucky. Lizzy stayed there where she would be cared for by family members rather than strangers.
Sadly, on Monday July 18th, Lizzy's collar, complete with identification tags, broke off while visiting and she wandered off at a location with which she is unfamiliar. She was seen briefly the next day but would not come when called.
Lizzy is a petite 40 lb, 2 year old, German Shorthaired Pointer. She is a spayed female, and is liver and white, more commonly known as brown and white. Her head and butt are distinctly marked in solid brown. She is microchipped with a Home Again microchip, and Home Again has been notified of her missing status, but in my experience, Home Again microchips do not always show up on some microchip scanners. If a shelter is using a non-home again or non-universal microchip scanner, she may appear to not have a microchip. (future blog coming on this topic) If you are in Kentucky please spread the word about Lizzy. Her family is heartbroken and worried about her. If you are located in Kentucky, you can help by checking your local shelters, rescues, veterinary clinics, animal control, and petfinder pages for a dog matching Lizzy's description. Please print this page and hang it in public locations for people to see in case she is spotted. Print this page and hand it to the workers at your local shelters, rescues, veterinarians, animal control, and police departments, especially if you are around the city of Ashland, Kentucky or within a 150 mile radius. Whether you are in Kentucky or not, please share Lizzy's facebook page http://www.facebook.com/groups/129336879919?id=10150258408144920&ref=notif¬if_t=group_activity#!/pages/Help-Find-Lizzy-Dog-lost-in-Ashland-Kentucky/209589362424737?sk=info and this blog with everyone you know in order to help find her and bring her home. Every time this page gets visualized, so does Lizzy's face. If you have any information on Lizzy, please call us at Jewell Animal Hospital at 515-827-5700 or email Immydog@msn.com . Her family misses her greatly... |
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Too Busy for the Dog?
I was having lunch the other day, and a woman at another table, knowing the animal lover that I am, asked me for help with her son's dog. Her son's family has a small dog, but their kids were older now and were too busy for the dog. They are trying to find their dog a new home with people that have more time for it since it is not fair to the dog to keep it. So far, they have had no luck. Did I have any ideas?
After sitting and brewing for a few moments. I responded... as gently as I could.
"Unfortunately, getting rid of the dog will only teach the kids that pets are disposable. They should really think about whether that is the lesson they mean to convey to the kids in the household." The woman thought about it, nodded her head, and gave an accepting smile.
"I hadn't thought of that." she said in revelation. Her face revealed an honest moment of enlightenment rather than insult.
I proceeded, "I don't mean to sound rude or blunt with that response, but it's the truth, and it is very difficult to find any dog a new home. Our shelters are full."
My hope is that this revelation led to a discussion with the family.
The truth is that most families are too busy for their pets. We are constantly running one direction then the other, from one event to another. The responsible action is NOT to rehome the pet that you committed to when you brought it home. The responsible action to take is to set aside specific time for the pet. Create a family schedule and commit to it. Reaffirm your commitment to a family member whose choice is to remain with the only family it has ever known.
As a parent, offer the choice of caring for the dog or dropping an event such as basketball practice or favorite TV show to make time for the dog. It may not be the easy choice (for the child or the parent), but it is the responsible choice. If our children can learn loyalty to a team, or dedication to an organization, they should also know that a pet also requires loyalty and dedication. Parents should not be exempt from the pet care schedule, nor should they be solely responsible for it. Parents are the ones that gave permission for the pet to become part of the family. There are proven benefits for children to have pets, including teaching them the importance of dedication through difficult times.
Our younger generation needs to be made aware that an animal is a family member for life. The commitment was made when you brought that puppy or kitten home. That pet plans to see you every day for its entire life. It knows nothing else. It has made the commitment to you for life. It expects nothing else. If you cannot make time to give the animal its care, then something must be dropped from the schedule. The something that must be dropped should not be something that depends on you for life and that is capable of loving you, and missing you when you abandon it. The basketball, the television, these items will not miss you, and they will not die without you.
Rehoming a pet should be reserved for dire circumstance. It should not be a casual decision made out of convenience.
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After sitting and brewing for a few moments. I responded... as gently as I could.
"Unfortunately, getting rid of the dog will only teach the kids that pets are disposable. They should really think about whether that is the lesson they mean to convey to the kids in the household." The woman thought about it, nodded her head, and gave an accepting smile.
"I hadn't thought of that." she said in revelation. Her face revealed an honest moment of enlightenment rather than insult.
I proceeded, "I don't mean to sound rude or blunt with that response, but it's the truth, and it is very difficult to find any dog a new home. Our shelters are full."
My hope is that this revelation led to a discussion with the family.
The truth is that most families are too busy for their pets. We are constantly running one direction then the other, from one event to another. The responsible action is NOT to rehome the pet that you committed to when you brought it home. The responsible action to take is to set aside specific time for the pet. Create a family schedule and commit to it. Reaffirm your commitment to a family member whose choice is to remain with the only family it has ever known.
As a parent, offer the choice of caring for the dog or dropping an event such as basketball practice or favorite TV show to make time for the dog. It may not be the easy choice (for the child or the parent), but it is the responsible choice. If our children can learn loyalty to a team, or dedication to an organization, they should also know that a pet also requires loyalty and dedication. Parents should not be exempt from the pet care schedule, nor should they be solely responsible for it. Parents are the ones that gave permission for the pet to become part of the family. There are proven benefits for children to have pets, including teaching them the importance of dedication through difficult times.
Our younger generation needs to be made aware that an animal is a family member for life. The commitment was made when you brought that puppy or kitten home. That pet plans to see you every day for its entire life. It knows nothing else. It has made the commitment to you for life. It expects nothing else. If you cannot make time to give the animal its care, then something must be dropped from the schedule. The something that must be dropped should not be something that depends on you for life and that is capable of loving you, and missing you when you abandon it. The basketball, the television, these items will not miss you, and they will not die without you.
Rehoming a pet should be reserved for dire circumstance. It should not be a casual decision made out of convenience.
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Kathy's Sky
I took a photograph today.
I was on my way to my exercise class, "Boot Camp", at 5:15 (central) this morning. I saw the prettiest sunrise, so I stopped to take a photo.
I see beautiful skies often, yet I usually neglect to stop and take the time to capture the moment. Usually I am in too much of a hurry to stop. Life goes so fast, especially with two children in tow. I was not sure why at this moment, I decided to capture the beauty.
After class, I received a phone call from my sister. At about the same time that I stopped my car on the side of the road to take this photo, my cousin was struck and killed by a car. She was on her routine morning walk with a friend, safely up on the sidewalk when a car came up onto the sidewalk, taking something that did not belong to him...a life. He took the life of a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a cousin, a friend.
I can recall many times seeing her on her walk when I lived in Rhode Island years ago. She would be taking her long strides, as I made my daily rush to work, having allowed barely enough time for breakfast, never mind exercise. I respected her dedication.
I just wanted to share this morning's photo...
Please send your love and prayers to her family...
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I was on my way to my exercise class, "Boot Camp", at 5:15 (central) this morning. I saw the prettiest sunrise, so I stopped to take a photo.
I see beautiful skies often, yet I usually neglect to stop and take the time to capture the moment. Usually I am in too much of a hurry to stop. Life goes so fast, especially with two children in tow. I was not sure why at this moment, I decided to capture the beauty.
After class, I received a phone call from my sister. At about the same time that I stopped my car on the side of the road to take this photo, my cousin was struck and killed by a car. She was on her routine morning walk with a friend, safely up on the sidewalk when a car came up onto the sidewalk, taking something that did not belong to him...a life. He took the life of a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a cousin, a friend.
I can recall many times seeing her on her walk when I lived in Rhode Island years ago. She would be taking her long strides, as I made my daily rush to work, having allowed barely enough time for breakfast, never mind exercise. I respected her dedication.
I just wanted to share this morning's photo...
Kathy's Sky
As beautiful as she was... and always will be.
Please send your love and prayers to her family...
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
Bring Hanah Home: Dog Missing after Joplin Tornado
A message meant for me was on a sticky note at work today. I was immediately saddened when I read the words.
"Lost her dog in Joplin tornado and was told to contact us for possible insight on how to locate her dog." A phone number followed.
I hesitated to pick up the phone, not sure how I could help someone 400 miles away after such a catastrophic event.
There was no name on the sticky note, so I called the number and announced who I was. The woman introduced herself, and told me her dog was missing from the aftermath of the deadly May 22nd tornado in Joplin, Missouri. This EF-5 tornado was the 8th deadliest tornado in U.S. history, the deadliest tornado in the past sixty years.
The family had already checked local shelters, and posted fliers. I asked if Hanah had been microchipped. She had not been microchipped. I hated to ask such a negative question, but I wondered about whether her dog even survived the massive tornado. How could she be certain that her dog did survive such a horrific ordeal? She was given a photo of Hanah taken after the tornado, alive. Hanah looks stunned, and possibly injured, but she looks pretty good for a survivor of such a tragedy.
This is what is left of Hanah's home...
Hanah's Mom's main concern was the possibility that rescues from several other states ranging from Minnesota to Texas had come in to assist Missouri and rescued animals that were displaced following the tornado. Unfortunately, there is no record of which rescue groups came in and which animals went where. Joplin Humane Society is posting photographs of the animals they currently have on their website: http://www.joplinhumane.org/
Dogs and cats that are both Found and still Lost, are being listed here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/
Humane Society of Southwest Missouri is taking in dogs from the Joplin Shelter to aid them with the influx of homeless animals the tornodo has created. You can view their adoptable pets here: http://www.swh.org/site/dogs.cfm
My advice is to:
1. Deliver fliers with photos to police, veterinarians, shelters, rescues, media in all towns potentially involved in the "rescue efforts".
2. If you are able to, go to the shelters yourself. Do not rely on shelter staff to confirm whether your dog is there. Your description of your dog or the breed of your dog may not be interpreted well over the phone by a stranger.
3. Comb http://www.petfinder.com/ , using the zip codes of all the towns listed as possible groups who had entered Joplin offering help. Petfinder does offer search options within different radii of your location, IE 50 miles, 100 miles, All. I recommended she choose the "all" option.
4. Search for Hanah by varying the breed in the search parameters online and via telephone or other communications. Hanah is an American Bulldog. Even on the poster above, it appears as though she is listed as a Bulldog, with the word American written in small print in the corner. She looks more like a Dogo Argentino to me, especially considering her massive size, but other people may consider her a Pit Bull, Am Staff, American Staffordshire Terrier, American Pit Bull, American Bulldog, Bulldog, Dogo Argentino, Boxer, Great Dane, Lab mix, etc. Interpretation of breed can vary greatly among "experts".
5. Check breed specific rescues. Often multi-breed rescues will send purebred dogs to breed specific rescues, freeing up a cage for another animal in need. Again, Hanah's breed could be misidentified. So check different breed rescues.
6. If spotted in the area, post signs, use live traps, make everyone aware of her face and your contact information. IF you are going to put food down, make sure you place it in the same place. Also remember, if food is placed, and the enticement to go into a live trap is food, you may be keeping her alive, but hindering her capture.
7. Remember, that after weight loss and dehydration, an animal looks much different than she does in her healthy happy days lounging on the couch. Everything about her may look different, her face shape, body shape. Look at her identifiable markings, ie eyes, and outline of her nose pigment to help identify her in photos and in real life. This is another good reason to go identify an animal yourself if a shelter believes they may have Hanah. My husband could not recognize our cat after catching her in a live trap after she was missing for almost two months.
8. In my experience with Hurricane Katrina, after surviving out on their own, animals turn almost feral with survival instinct. She will likely resist capture. Once she is caught, and fed, her old personality should come beaming through.
9. Check Craigslist Pet listings, and Petfinder Classifieds as well. Remember your local paper Found Pets Classifieds. List her here as lost with photos if possible.
10. Wildlife cameras may capture evening movement, and help monitor areas where people are no longer residing.
11. Here is a story of a man who placed a tent at the site of his destroyed home following a Massachusetts tornado and awaited each cat's return. http://www.lifewithcats.tv/2011/06/15/tornado-destroys-home-man-camps-on-site-until-all-7-cats-safely-found/ All seven of his cats returned safely within five days. Camping via tent or camper at the site following the event, if safe, will give the pet an opportunity to return "home".
If you live in the U.S, from Canada down to Texas, please check your local petfinder listings from home. Her eyes and the outline of her pigmented nose are very distinctive characteristics that anyone can use to help identify her in photos. She is just gorgeous. See if you can find this beautiful girl and reunite her with her family.
Here are some photographs and information from the Facebook page "Bring Hanah Home"
I thought about sharing photos of the devastation created by this tornado to show you how desperate circumstances are after such a massive tornado. I thought about sharing a video of the devastation caused by this tornado. But I do not want people focusing on the photos of wrecked houses. I want people to focus on Hanah's face. I want you to look at this dog without distraction. I hope you will note the small things that will help identify her... the freckle beneath her left eye, the fact that her eyes are two different colors, the identifying shape of the pigment of her nose. These are the details that will reunite Hanah with her family.
Here is a video about Hanah:
Please share this blog. Spread the word. Post it on facebook. Send it by email. Check your local http://www.petfinder.com/ for a dog matching her description, regardless of where you live.
Hanah's family huddled together during the storm. Hanah was torn from their arms by the devastating winds. The photo of Hanah sitting on the rubble was given to the family after the tornado, proof that she survived, and the search began.
To know that your dog survived a tornado, and still not be able to hold her must be absolutely heartbreaking. Hanah wanted to go home, but her home is no longer there. Her neighborhood is no longer there. Hopefully she is in the care of a good Samaritan. The more that Hanah's photos and story are shared, the more likely the person who has Hanah will see it and be able to bring her home. Please, help Hanah find her way home by sharing her story with as many people as you can.
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"Lost her dog in Joplin tornado and was told to contact us for possible insight on how to locate her dog." A phone number followed.
I hesitated to pick up the phone, not sure how I could help someone 400 miles away after such a catastrophic event.
There was no name on the sticky note, so I called the number and announced who I was. The woman introduced herself, and told me her dog was missing from the aftermath of the deadly May 22nd tornado in Joplin, Missouri. This EF-5 tornado was the 8th deadliest tornado in U.S. history, the deadliest tornado in the past sixty years.
The family had already checked local shelters, and posted fliers. I asked if Hanah had been microchipped. She had not been microchipped. I hated to ask such a negative question, but I wondered about whether her dog even survived the massive tornado. How could she be certain that her dog did survive such a horrific ordeal? She was given a photo of Hanah taken after the tornado, alive. Hanah looks stunned, and possibly injured, but she looks pretty good for a survivor of such a tragedy.
"The picture was taken at the location of 4224 E. 26th street in Duquesne, behind CFI/Conway trucking. The people who lives there had livestock. She was carried to the side of the house. When the sirens went off in Joplin the second night after the storm, the people left there house and she ran in some bushes. They called the humane society, when they got back she was gone. But she has NOT been seen at the shelter (if you go-LOOK FOR HER ALSO). The neighbors at a house 2 doors down and they said she was seen Saturday in the yard and yet again no one helped her!! There is a reward for her. Anybody with info can call Kari 417-529-8088 OR call Duquesne police as they are aware of the situation!!! PLEASE HELP BRING HANAH HOME!!!"
This is what is left of Hanah's home...
Hanah's Mom's main concern was the possibility that rescues from several other states ranging from Minnesota to Texas had come in to assist Missouri and rescued animals that were displaced following the tornado. Unfortunately, there is no record of which rescue groups came in and which animals went where. Joplin Humane Society is posting photographs of the animals they currently have on their website: http://www.joplinhumane.org/
Dogs and cats that are both Found and still Lost, are being listed here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/
Humane Society of Southwest Missouri is taking in dogs from the Joplin Shelter to aid them with the influx of homeless animals the tornodo has created. You can view their adoptable pets here: http://www.swh.org/site/dogs.cfm
My advice is to:
1. Deliver fliers with photos to police, veterinarians, shelters, rescues, media in all towns potentially involved in the "rescue efforts".
2. If you are able to, go to the shelters yourself. Do not rely on shelter staff to confirm whether your dog is there. Your description of your dog or the breed of your dog may not be interpreted well over the phone by a stranger.
3. Comb http://www.petfinder.com/ , using the zip codes of all the towns listed as possible groups who had entered Joplin offering help. Petfinder does offer search options within different radii of your location, IE 50 miles, 100 miles, All. I recommended she choose the "all" option.
4. Search for Hanah by varying the breed in the search parameters online and via telephone or other communications. Hanah is an American Bulldog. Even on the poster above, it appears as though she is listed as a Bulldog, with the word American written in small print in the corner. She looks more like a Dogo Argentino to me, especially considering her massive size, but other people may consider her a Pit Bull, Am Staff, American Staffordshire Terrier, American Pit Bull, American Bulldog, Bulldog, Dogo Argentino, Boxer, Great Dane, Lab mix, etc. Interpretation of breed can vary greatly among "experts".
5. Check breed specific rescues. Often multi-breed rescues will send purebred dogs to breed specific rescues, freeing up a cage for another animal in need. Again, Hanah's breed could be misidentified. So check different breed rescues.
6. If spotted in the area, post signs, use live traps, make everyone aware of her face and your contact information. IF you are going to put food down, make sure you place it in the same place. Also remember, if food is placed, and the enticement to go into a live trap is food, you may be keeping her alive, but hindering her capture.
7. Remember, that after weight loss and dehydration, an animal looks much different than she does in her healthy happy days lounging on the couch. Everything about her may look different, her face shape, body shape. Look at her identifiable markings, ie eyes, and outline of her nose pigment to help identify her in photos and in real life. This is another good reason to go identify an animal yourself if a shelter believes they may have Hanah. My husband could not recognize our cat after catching her in a live trap after she was missing for almost two months.
8. In my experience with Hurricane Katrina, after surviving out on their own, animals turn almost feral with survival instinct. She will likely resist capture. Once she is caught, and fed, her old personality should come beaming through.
9. Check Craigslist Pet listings, and Petfinder Classifieds as well. Remember your local paper Found Pets Classifieds. List her here as lost with photos if possible.
10. Wildlife cameras may capture evening movement, and help monitor areas where people are no longer residing.
11. Here is a story of a man who placed a tent at the site of his destroyed home following a Massachusetts tornado and awaited each cat's return. http://www.lifewithcats.tv/2011/06/15/tornado-destroys-home-man-camps-on-site-until-all-7-cats-safely-found/ All seven of his cats returned safely within five days. Camping via tent or camper at the site following the event, if safe, will give the pet an opportunity to return "home".
If you live in the U.S, from Canada down to Texas, please check your local petfinder listings from home. Her eyes and the outline of her pigmented nose are very distinctive characteristics that anyone can use to help identify her in photos. She is just gorgeous. See if you can find this beautiful girl and reunite her with her family.
Here are some photographs and information from the Facebook page "Bring Hanah Home"
Desperately seeking a 5yr old 110# American Bulldog, white in color,2 different eye colors, may have red rash on rt underbelly. Missing from 4915 E27th st. Please call 1-417-529-8088 or 1-843-399-2199.
Hanah has been seen 2 times since the tornado hit. Once on E 26th street in Duquesne. Hanah lived on 27th st. before the tornado. There is no house there anymore but we think that's why she may be hanging around that neighborhood."
THERE IS A $500+ REWARD FOR HER RETURN.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/5756429879/in/photostream/lightbox/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ms_tornado_pets_2011/5756429879/in/photostream/lightbox/
"A VERY generous donor has just called and INCREASED THE REWARD! We are determined to BRING HANAH HOME! We'll have a big ole' check printed up for the fabulous soul who brings our gal home. If she is found at a shelter, rescue or other organization we will donate the funds to them in Hanah's name. We are overwhelmed at the generosity expressed and the love for our Hanah. ♥"
I thought about sharing photos of the devastation created by this tornado to show you how desperate circumstances are after such a massive tornado. I thought about sharing a video of the devastation caused by this tornado. But I do not want people focusing on the photos of wrecked houses. I want people to focus on Hanah's face. I want you to look at this dog without distraction. I hope you will note the small things that will help identify her... the freckle beneath her left eye, the fact that her eyes are two different colors, the identifying shape of the pigment of her nose. These are the details that will reunite Hanah with her family.
Here is a video about Hanah:
Please share this blog. Spread the word. Post it on facebook. Send it by email. Check your local http://www.petfinder.com/ for a dog matching her description, regardless of where you live.
Hanah's family huddled together during the storm. Hanah was torn from their arms by the devastating winds. The photo of Hanah sitting on the rubble was given to the family after the tornado, proof that she survived, and the search began.
To know that your dog survived a tornado, and still not be able to hold her must be absolutely heartbreaking. Hanah wanted to go home, but her home is no longer there. Her neighborhood is no longer there. Hopefully she is in the care of a good Samaritan. The more that Hanah's photos and story are shared, the more likely the person who has Hanah will see it and be able to bring her home. Please, help Hanah find her way home by sharing her story with as many people as you can.
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Monday, June 6, 2011
The First Scars: Early Wounds Take Longer to Heal
When I first decided that I wanted to become a veterinarian, wait...let me rephrase that... When I first decided that I might be capable of becoming a veterinarian, I realized that I needed to gain some experience at a veterinary clinic. I had been successful in earning very good grades in my first full year of college classes. Prior to that year, I was not certain that I had "what it would take" to get the grades to make my way into veterinary school, but I had proven myself wrong at least for the first year. So I now needed summer experience to help me decide if a veterinary career was the route for me.
I went to several local veterinary clinics to inquire and leave a resume. I ended up with three jobs that summer. I worked full time Monday through Friday at a busy five doctor practice. On Saturday mornings I worked at a smaller, two doctor practice, and Sundays were reserved for working at the pet store at which I had been employed throughout high school.
The job during the week was the same veterinary clinic my family had taken all of their pets to since I was a little girl, so I was very excited about this new opportunity. This would be the veterinary clinic I worked at five days a week for the entire summer. It was a busy clinic with a brand new modern building with five doctors, a large staff, fancy equipment, and a large clientele. It was not the same clinic (physically or otherwise) as the one I recall visiting as a child. The doctor and owner I remember was now retired, although he had agreed to come to the new clinic earlier that year when our dog, Sheba, was ill and he performed her euthanasia. He had been caring for her since she was a puppy, and she was 12 years old when we lost her. The original building that I remember was now old and vacant. The only thing about this clinic that remained the same since my youth was its name. The clinic had been named after the retired doctor who originally opened it.
During the first few weeks of the job, I had walked to the back room to post a few notes for the doctors on the bulletin board. I saw a small tan dog, with a brown nose sitting by the door. His or her leash was hooked to the door knob. I bent over and patted the dog. He was a cute and friendly little thing. His tail was wagging and he kissed my hands. He was grateful for the attention that I was giving him. I asked one of the veterinary technicians about him.
"The ACO (animal control officer) found it by the highway, hit by a car. It has a broken leg." The dog gave no indication of the pain he or she was suffering. I could see now that he was holding his back leg close to his body. Otherwise, he was happy, alert, and playful. I told the little dog I was sorry about his leg, certain that he was in good hands, then went back to work. He watched me walk away, tail wagging. I shook my head and smiled at his animated gestures as I walked away.
I searched through almost 100 pages on www.petfinder.com to find a dog that resembles the image of this little dog that still lives in my memory. I found two...and they are both available for adoption in shelters.
My memory of the little dog is fuzzy in some areas, but I recall he or she resembled a miniature version of a Yellow Labrador Retriever, although I cannot recall the gender of the dog. I am certain the dog was wearing a collar, with no identification tags, but I can no longer recall the color or style of the collar. The thing I remember most about this little dog is its little brown nose. The nose was not black like the licorice gumdrop nose found on most dogs, but brown like Mimi and Hope's noses above, and like my Dove's nose. It was brown like a little upside down Hershey's kiss.
Later that afternoon, I came back to post more notes, and the little dog was gone. When I inquired as to where he was, the response was, "They put it to sleep."
I was not a doctor, but I could not help but silently wonder why they could not put a splint on the little dog. What if someone was looking for him? He was wearing a collar. He was so friendly and absolutely adorable that someone must be missing him. For weeks, each time I walked through that doorway, I gazed sullenly at the empty door knob and my heart would break.
If I wanted to become a veterinarian, I had to get used to the idea that animals get put to sleep, even healthy ones. Didn't I? I just did not expect it to happen to such a cute and friendly little dog. I was naive. I went home that night, knowing more about the job for which I was striving, more than I wanted to know.
It is only as I write this story down that I realize something. I generally do not consider brown nose dogs as cute as black nose dogs. I can almost say that I had a mild aversion towards them. I preferred the black noses. Perhaps, all these years, I have been associating those brown noses with that moment, that loss, that pain. Now that I have my own brown nosed dog, Dove, my opinion has only recently changed forever.
The next work day went on like any other at that busy clinic. I stayed busy answering the phones, pulling charts, posting messages on the bulletin board, walking by that damn door knob. Then the phone rang, and I, the new employee, was the one unfortunate enough to answer it.
On the other end of the line was a woman who was obviously crying.
"I was told my dog was possibly brought there. She may have been hit by a car."
My heart sank.
"That is possible. The ACO brought a small dog in yesterday from the highway." I responded.
"Can you tell me what she looked like?" she asked.
I confirmed for the woman the sex, and the color of the dog's collar (the details of each escape me now, twenty plus years later). I continued, "She was a small dog, tannish in color, with a little brown nose." Now I was starting to get emotional.
"Is she still there?" was said with a glimmer of hope.
"No, I'm so sorry. She was put to sleep." The lump in my throat was almost unbearable.
"If I bring a photo in, can you identify her?" she sobbed still hopeful that it was not her dog.
"Yes, my name is Lisa. Just ask for me when you come in." I hung the phone up with tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat, and what felt like a truck on my chest. I did not want to look at that dog's photo. I wanted to just walk out the door and go home.
That afternoon, the photo was handed to me. The image on the photo was that of the little brown nosed dog. The woman's worst nightmare was confirmed...by me.
A few weeks later, there was a litter of tiny kittens in an end cage in the kennel area. I played with them during my break. Kittens can just be so funny. They are so animated and cartoon-like. Later that day, they were gone. I asked about them. "They were all sickly with upper respiratory so they put them down."
I finished the job that summer, but I rarely visited the back rooms. I never worked there again for many reasons that were "more important" than these two instances. One of the doctors was very demeaning to the staff. The clients just loved him. I even watched one client give him a large cash tip and I laughed quietly over the irony. I promised myself that if I was ever fortunate enough to be "The Boss" that I would never treat my staff the way he did, and I think I have kept that promise. There was little staff camaraderie in this clinic. Working in reception gave me little experience about what a veterinarian truly does for a living. Being in the reception area only meant not seeing surgery, not administering medications, not viewing x-rays. The educational benefits of this job that were meant to help me decide what I wanted to do with my future seemed limited...and yet, looking back now, they were limitless when you consider how this experience may ultimately have shaped my life. Those two moments and others were and are still very much a part of me.
My Saturday job at the small two doctor practice, provided me with my Mentors. The tiny clinic without the fancy equipment and huge clientele introduced me to the Veterinarian and the Veterinary Technician that would shape my future work, cement my beliefs and fortify my ethics. I stayed with them each summer for seven years until I graduated veterinary school.
I sometimes wonder, "If that large busy clinic had been my only experience that summer, would I still have chosen to become a veterinarian." I cannot answer that, but I am so grateful that it was not my only experience.
Thank you Mary Ann and Nancy. I may not be the best veterinarian in the world, but I am still trying and still learning to be the best animal advocate I can be, thanks to you.
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I went to several local veterinary clinics to inquire and leave a resume. I ended up with three jobs that summer. I worked full time Monday through Friday at a busy five doctor practice. On Saturday mornings I worked at a smaller, two doctor practice, and Sundays were reserved for working at the pet store at which I had been employed throughout high school.
The job during the week was the same veterinary clinic my family had taken all of their pets to since I was a little girl, so I was very excited about this new opportunity. This would be the veterinary clinic I worked at five days a week for the entire summer. It was a busy clinic with a brand new modern building with five doctors, a large staff, fancy equipment, and a large clientele. It was not the same clinic (physically or otherwise) as the one I recall visiting as a child. The doctor and owner I remember was now retired, although he had agreed to come to the new clinic earlier that year when our dog, Sheba, was ill and he performed her euthanasia. He had been caring for her since she was a puppy, and she was 12 years old when we lost her. The original building that I remember was now old and vacant. The only thing about this clinic that remained the same since my youth was its name. The clinic had been named after the retired doctor who originally opened it.
During the first few weeks of the job, I had walked to the back room to post a few notes for the doctors on the bulletin board. I saw a small tan dog, with a brown nose sitting by the door. His or her leash was hooked to the door knob. I bent over and patted the dog. He was a cute and friendly little thing. His tail was wagging and he kissed my hands. He was grateful for the attention that I was giving him. I asked one of the veterinary technicians about him.
"The ACO (animal control officer) found it by the highway, hit by a car. It has a broken leg." The dog gave no indication of the pain he or she was suffering. I could see now that he was holding his back leg close to his body. Otherwise, he was happy, alert, and playful. I told the little dog I was sorry about his leg, certain that he was in good hands, then went back to work. He watched me walk away, tail wagging. I shook my head and smiled at his animated gestures as I walked away.
I searched through almost 100 pages on www.petfinder.com to find a dog that resembles the image of this little dog that still lives in my memory. I found two...and they are both available for adoption in shelters.
Hope
Available for adoption at
Mi Mi
My Dove
Later that afternoon, I came back to post more notes, and the little dog was gone. When I inquired as to where he was, the response was, "They put it to sleep."
I was not a doctor, but I could not help but silently wonder why they could not put a splint on the little dog. What if someone was looking for him? He was wearing a collar. He was so friendly and absolutely adorable that someone must be missing him. For weeks, each time I walked through that doorway, I gazed sullenly at the empty door knob and my heart would break.
If I wanted to become a veterinarian, I had to get used to the idea that animals get put to sleep, even healthy ones. Didn't I? I just did not expect it to happen to such a cute and friendly little dog. I was naive. I went home that night, knowing more about the job for which I was striving, more than I wanted to know.
It is only as I write this story down that I realize something. I generally do not consider brown nose dogs as cute as black nose dogs. I can almost say that I had a mild aversion towards them. I preferred the black noses. Perhaps, all these years, I have been associating those brown noses with that moment, that loss, that pain. Now that I have my own brown nosed dog, Dove, my opinion has only recently changed forever.
The next work day went on like any other at that busy clinic. I stayed busy answering the phones, pulling charts, posting messages on the bulletin board, walking by that damn door knob. Then the phone rang, and I, the new employee, was the one unfortunate enough to answer it.
On the other end of the line was a woman who was obviously crying.
"I was told my dog was possibly brought there. She may have been hit by a car."
My heart sank.
"That is possible. The ACO brought a small dog in yesterday from the highway." I responded.
"Can you tell me what she looked like?" she asked.
I confirmed for the woman the sex, and the color of the dog's collar (the details of each escape me now, twenty plus years later). I continued, "She was a small dog, tannish in color, with a little brown nose." Now I was starting to get emotional.
"Is she still there?" was said with a glimmer of hope.
"No, I'm so sorry. She was put to sleep." The lump in my throat was almost unbearable.
"If I bring a photo in, can you identify her?" she sobbed still hopeful that it was not her dog.
"Yes, my name is Lisa. Just ask for me when you come in." I hung the phone up with tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat, and what felt like a truck on my chest. I did not want to look at that dog's photo. I wanted to just walk out the door and go home.
That afternoon, the photo was handed to me. The image on the photo was that of the little brown nosed dog. The woman's worst nightmare was confirmed...by me.
A few weeks later, there was a litter of tiny kittens in an end cage in the kennel area. I played with them during my break. Kittens can just be so funny. They are so animated and cartoon-like. Later that day, they were gone. I asked about them. "They were all sickly with upper respiratory so they put them down."
I finished the job that summer, but I rarely visited the back rooms. I never worked there again for many reasons that were "more important" than these two instances. One of the doctors was very demeaning to the staff. The clients just loved him. I even watched one client give him a large cash tip and I laughed quietly over the irony. I promised myself that if I was ever fortunate enough to be "The Boss" that I would never treat my staff the way he did, and I think I have kept that promise. There was little staff camaraderie in this clinic. Working in reception gave me little experience about what a veterinarian truly does for a living. Being in the reception area only meant not seeing surgery, not administering medications, not viewing x-rays. The educational benefits of this job that were meant to help me decide what I wanted to do with my future seemed limited...and yet, looking back now, they were limitless when you consider how this experience may ultimately have shaped my life. Those two moments and others were and are still very much a part of me.
My Saturday job at the small two doctor practice, provided me with my Mentors. The tiny clinic without the fancy equipment and huge clientele introduced me to the Veterinarian and the Veterinary Technician that would shape my future work, cement my beliefs and fortify my ethics. I stayed with them each summer for seven years until I graduated veterinary school.
I sometimes wonder, "If that large busy clinic had been my only experience that summer, would I still have chosen to become a veterinarian." I cannot answer that, but I am so grateful that it was not my only experience.
Thank you Mary Ann and Nancy. I may not be the best veterinarian in the world, but I am still trying and still learning to be the best animal advocate I can be, thanks to you.
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