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Month: January 2008
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A few weeks ago I had a post about some extensive diagnostic work we were doing with our blind-and-deaf Cocker Spaniel, little Miss Ellie May. She was having intestinal problems and hadn’t responded to antibiotics, so our internal medicine specialist in Missoula, Dr. Dave Bostwick, performed some tests to rule out cancers and other threats. …
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I was walking back from Beauty’s Barn this morning when I saw Stuart the deaf Beagle in our yard — looking very, very stuck. He was only moving his head, first one way, then the other, with a mournful look on his adorable face. Maybe he heard about Herbie’s post earlier this week and figured…
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Tyler our deaf English Pointer has always done things his own way … whether it’s sleeping on shelves, pointing at walls, or sleeping in custom-made gravel holes. If it’s just a little different, you can be sure he’s done it … or soon will. So it came as no particular surprise when we discovered in…
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A few weeks ago, as we watched blind Callie groom yet another of our black or black-and-tan dogs, I told Alayne I was going to do a blog post on Callie’s single-minded focus on the black-coated dogs. We had never seen her groom any other kind of dog. And yet she’s blind, so it can’t…
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Alayne and I were heading over to Widget’s House this afternoon to medicate one of the dogs when we heard a cat wailing. I turned around and looked back over my shoulder towards the cat house. There, on top of a cat condo in the snowed-in outdoor enclosure, was blind Herbie. And he was stuck. …
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The February issue of Equus, one of the leading horse magazines in the U.S., has a very nice back page story about the sanctuary. That’s what the cover of the February edition looks like above. We did the interview for the article a few months ago, and sent the magazine photos they could choose from…
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A couple of weeks ago we posted the news about Circuit City’s online contest to choose a new mascot for their Firedog technology service and how it could benefit the ranch. The contest ends this Saturday, so if you haven’t already voted, we hope you’ll head over to the the Firedog site now and cast…
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Late yesterday afternoon Jodie called from the welcome center to say she and Gloria had just found blind Nikki suddenly acting like Copper Kid, our neurologically impaired "wobbler" horse. What?!? I was on a videoconference with Alison, our development director in Helena, so I hurriedly signed off, suited up and raced out. Nikki was still…
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Today the UPS guy dropped off a big box of toys sent by a wonderful sanctuary supporter in Florida, and before you could say "soft squeaky toy," Miss Cardboard Shredder went to work. As I have reported before, blind Goldie is just a wee bit OCD about soft squeaky toys, or SSTs. Her SST rules-to-live-by…
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I was coming back from Beauty’s Barn this evening just after 5 p.m. and saw the dogs gathered on the front porch of Widget’s House. Jodie had just gone over to let them out again before feeding them. It was already 10 below zero and the sun was barely below the horizon; that’s Ovando Mountain…