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Month: October 2010
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A few days ago Daisy developed a swollen right ear, with fluid forming under the skin. It looked like her ear had swallowed a small balloon. So Alayne took her to our vet clinic in Whitefield, where they lanced it, put a drain in, and sewed up the incision. When Alayne went back to pick…
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— First, Alayne and I wanted to thank everyone who posted such wonderful comments on the blog about losing dear Helen. We appreciated your sentiments more than you can realize. Thank you. — On a cheerier note, here's an update on two of our happy endings — a good way to wrap up the week,…
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She gave it everything she had … and then she let us know she was ready to go. Our beautiful blind Rottie, Helen, died yesterday afternoon. I took the photo in the morning, knowing this would be her last day. As always, she had her little tongue sticking out while she slept. She had battled…
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I've posted before about how Bailey likes to go cruising, despite the obvious difficulty he has with his hind legs and back. (Because he's still very mobile and not in any pain — not to mention loving his independence — he would not like to be in, nor would he benefit from, a wheelchair.) In…
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I've been working on the winter issue of our print newsletter this week and the last photo we needed was, of course, the one with Alayne and me with one of our animals for the "ranch letter." We hadn't done a horse in a while, so we decided it was time to feature our beautiful…
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This is something I don't think we've shown before … the hallway between the people wing (at the far end) and dog wing. That's blind Madison and blind Helen lying on the tile floor. On sunny days when the dog wing gets a bit warm from the solarium, the dogs will wander down the hallway…
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The email subject line was "Very sweet Cocker in need!," and it came from Patty R. at the SPCA serving Erie County in western New York. The Cocker's name was Snuggles, and she had a terrible case of glaucoma, bad dental disease, and nasty "Cocker ears." She was 10 years old, and had been surrendered…
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On Tuesday one of our vets from the Whitefield Animal Hospital, Dr. Nancy Lefavour, came out to do the annual exams and vaccinations on all the dogs and cats. In the large animal world, when a vet comes out to your place it's called a "farm call," but everyone seems to use this term whether…
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This adorable little tyke arrived Sunday evening from a rescue group in Shreveport, Louisiana. Rebecca Y. from Becky's Bridge had ended up with him after his owner had died, and she asked if we could take him. He's about five years old, a terrier mix of some sort, and his name is .. yes, Fuzzy. …
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Alayne got these shots Saturday evening right after we had finished with the afternoon chores. That's blind Allie the Lab in the middle of a wrestling match with blind Austin the Beagle. They had already gone at least one round by the time Alayne saw them and got the camera; there was a momentary pause…
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