Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Go to the official us gov site http://www.fda.gov and put in rimadyl
The good alternative is to ask the vet for Tramadol.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
did u knew we habs BURTHDAY'S ? not sure watt dat iz, but i habing a fun filled day ! started dis mornin when mama says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLA" deze hoomans are a wittle strange, but I feel good todey. I must be spechial! we habin carrot cupcakes a latr todey, WOW
me famibly not sure when me real birth day was, so one yere ago today I was rescued from hell by CPCRN (I lubs you CP) and so my mom says it's a spechial day and it will be my SPECHIAL day. so all I gotz to say is "IT'S MY SPECHIAL BIRFDAY TODAY" YEEEEE HAWWWWW... LET DA PARTI BEGIN !
KAYLA LA LA LA ♫ ♪ ♫ ♥
and fursib Sweet Sadie Jo
Friday, December 25, 2009
Sweet Sadie Jo
Kayla la la la
"Q" was adopted by a wonderful family who truly enjoy her. They felt that Queenie was a name she responded to and felt that"Q" fit the bill.
Furever Mom Maeva mentioned that "Q" is an absolute delight and she gets along very well with Gummy, their other CP girl. They are working on teaching "Q" some manners as she is food motivated and can hardly contain herself for a treat or dinner... like some other Cairns I know!
This is a match made in heaven!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Hey Aunty Dilys and Uncle Steve
I just wanted to thank you so much for looking after me and finding me a lovely mum and dad.
Mum lets me out of the crate in the morning I have a quick jump onto the bed but can't stay long as I really have to go outside and pee. Then it's back into the house. Remember the stairs that puzzled me so, on our visit. I go up those like greased lightning now.
While I'm doing that Dad gets dressed and puts my new raincoat onto me, then I get my breakfast because as soon as I have eaten, off we go to the 'Wildwood' to take care of #2.
Gosh it's so great. Every day there are new scents and stories to sniff so I'm having a ball.
We go up to the fallen tree and then come back and go out to the cliff and I get to jump over the smaller trees and gullies so my muscles are getting stronger already and to tell the truth I think I've put on weight. OH, and my hair is getting longer as well.
I get lot's of praise when I answer to my new name and I am learning to put my bum on the floor when I hear the word 'Sit'.
On our walks, I now have a 15 foot training leash that gives me more room to explore, Dad is working at getting me to keep the leash loose and it's coming along. Most of the time I just amble along, stopping now and then to sniff the news, but every once in a while something comes over me and I make a mad dash for it. I don't know why. The nice thing is that with the long leash Dad can slow me down softly and easily and I don't come to the end with a sudden jerk that almost flips me over backwards.
I have a friend who comes to visit me and I visit him at his house. He's a black Lab, much older than me and he's very gentle.
I've also been to Vancouver already and I met anther sort of creature, which I think Mum and Dad called a cat. In fact I've met three of them now. From their strange scent, I've got a feeling that there might be one next door as I get that same scent when I'm in the back yard.
Twice we went down to the boat and that was exciting, I got to walk around and go down below. I have to have a lift up and down those stairs because they are so steep. The second time Dad started up something he called an engine. It made a bit of a racket but didn't scare me one bit.
I'm pretty sure we're off to Port Coquitlam tomorrow for something called Christmas.
Anyway I just wanted you to know how Happy I am here and I owe it all to you and your friends who rescued me and found me the best Mum and Dad in the world. I still love you Aunty Dilys and Uncle Steve and hope to see you when we return.
Love to you both,
P.S. You know that thing that I do when I lay on my tummy and you call it 'Doing the Fog'. Dad always says I'm 'Oystering' :)))
Monday, December 21, 2009
Here are photos of MacGyver, fka Colbert.
I can't thank all of you enough for allowing me to adopt this beautiful, wonderful boy.
Bringing MacGyver into my life has been one of the better decisions I have made. He is an absolute joy and we love him so much. Even though he has many (okay, a little more than many!) toys, his favorite is still the orange ruffian Marie sent with him.
He has other ruffians in different colors, but the one from his foster mom is his favorite. Thank you, Marie!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Almost exactly four years ago, Joellyn got off the plane in DC and I met Ignatius (CPCRN name "Atticus"), nickname Iggy. I fell in love with him immediately.
I lost my precious boy on Saturday, only weeks after he started acting out and stopped eating, and only a week after the vet discovered a massive cancerous tumor that spread from his abdomen, through his diaphragm and into/around his lungs.
In loving memory of my Iggster, Amy in Phoenix, AZ
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Merry, merry Everyone!
Monday, December 14, 2009
It's me Daiquiri! Here is a picture
with me and my new family!
I am just as happy as my new
After much consideration, my new family has changed my name to Oyster!
Mom says that my coat resembles an oyster shell color and the name stuck!
Happy Forever Oyster!
Friday, December 11, 2009
There's No Place like Home………
Whether it was with the clicking of the ruby slippers, or coming-to in her bed at Auntie Em's, Dorothy, in The Wizard of Oz, kept saying "There’s no place like home, . . . there’s no place like home".*
Homeless Cairns, taken-in by the Colonel Potter Cairn Rescue Network, obviously cannot wear ruby red slippers, nor are they able to “click” their heels to make a wish of a furever home come true. But, we volunteers and prospective homes, can turn that wish into reality.
Far too many of these Cairns have been living a very bad dream, trapped in a dark twister much like the one that carried Dorothy and Toto away. Freed, at least from that nightmare, they eagerly await a wonderful forever home that lies somewhere over the rainbow. Other Cairns have been pulled from homes that they have always known, but for a variety of reasons, their families have been forced to relinquish them, no longer able to provide for them -- not the housing, or the love they deserve. They, too, are looking for a new furever home and a happy-ever-after.
What is a furever home? CP kids need food and shelter, but so crave a loving home, protective hands, a smile, a gentle touch. Dorothy awoke from her dream to family there to welcome her, with warm smiles, a gentle touch, and love. That's the place Dorothy called no place like home.
Where might a CP kid find home? It could be at your house, your neighbor's house, a friend's house. Cairns, like most terriers, are certainly not one of the more popular breeds, nor are they the best breed for many. Colonel Potter volunteers, however, successfully match Cairns in need of homes with homes in need of Cairns. The many, many stories, supplemented with photos on this blog, attest to the rescue's mission and success.
If you cannot adopt one of these loving kids, then possibly you could foster one, or become a guardian angel to one. Or help with a transport, or fundraiser. Rescuing Cairns takes work -- and a lot of it -- time, money, dedication to the dogs, the mission, and the network of volunteers. All of this, and love, contribute to helping more than 400 rescued Cairns find furever homes every year.
Dorothy and Toto had a guardian angel in Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. Colonel Potter volunteers watch over our rescues so they can fall asleep dreaming of no place like home, no place like home, no place like home . . . There truly is no place like home.
Each of us wants a home for the holidays … and forever. Make that furever.
Charlene and Bill M and the T-n-T girls.....Tootsie - Tasha
- Oceanside, CA
Saturday, December 5, 2009
It’s hard to believe that in just three weeks from today, it will be a year since a little red-headed Cairn came into my life, flying in-cabin with me from Pensacola , FL to my home in Oregon ’s Willamette Valley .
I worried that the relatively cold and rainy climate would be a big adjustment for her, but she has no hesitation going out in the rain – it doesn’t seem to faze her.
We took our first road trip shortly after she arrived, spending several days at the coast,
then crossing the Cascade Mountains to the east side to visit family.
Maggie is a great travelling companion. She settles right down in the car. Once in a new place, after determining there is no food to be found on the floor, she curls up in an out of the way place, usually under a table.
Maggie’s a senior at approximately 13 years, but there is still a lot of life and Cairnitude in her! She loves our twice daily walks, and barks excitedly to hurry me along if I’m being too slow getting out the door. She is very enthusiastic about car rides and if she senses we are about to go on one, she will try to hurry me along. Sometimes, while I’m getting myself together to leave the house, I go ahead and let her get in the car. Alone in the dark garage, she settles right down and waits for me.
Maggie has a history of skin problems due to allergies to wheat and corn, as well as many other environmental allergens. She gets immunotherapy injections twice a week. The hardest thing about giving her the injections is keeping her still enough; she knows afterwards she will get one of her favorite treats – freeze dried liver.
Maggie quickly and easily became an integral part of my life, one I can’t imagine without her. She brings love and joy into my life every day. If there’s a senior Cairn out there in need of a home, you could be as lucky as I’ve been. Go ahead and fill out an application right now! You could have a loyal companion to love in time for Christmas – and give the best Christmas gift ever to a Cairn in need.
Friday, December 4, 2009
I've attached pictures of Phineas Phog and his new mom Marion. Phin went to his forever home this week - lucky for us, just down the street. Phin was with us for just over a couple of months, and is a lovely little boy - great energy, loves his walks, and overcame a huge uphill battle with his teeth when we got him. Thanks to Col. Potter and our local vet that donated all but a small amount of her costs, Phin had 3 dental procedures while he was with us to finish cleaning and pulling rotten and dead teeth. When we got him his breath smelled like putrid, rotten meat, and in hindsight he was probably suffering from a systemic infection as well as an infection in his mouth. What a difference in his personality once he was feeling better! Thank goodness for modern medicine and the wonders of antibiotics and anesthesia :)
Fostering was a great experience for us and we appreciate being able to have Phin for the period we had him.
Foster mom Dina and foster dad Gene