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2006/5/31 A Dog's PurposeA Dog's Purpose - - from a 4 year old Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why." Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, ! right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long." Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God. (Remember that "dog" spelled backwards is "God".)
In loving memory of Sally, born 12/20/90, died 05/30/06 2006/5/30 Bye SallygirlI had to put Sally down this afternoon. She's been with me all of her 15 1/2 years. She became so confused last night that I had to chase her down to bring her in from pottying out in the backyard. She could no longer see anything & was almost completely deaf. She ran around in circles in the backyard, even through the cholla cactus that grows out there, and I had to put a rug over her head to avoid getting bit while picking her up to bring her in.
Sally has always been a 'fear biter.' With losing her faculties, I think she was even more afraid of things, and confused. I tried to put myself in her place. If I couldn't see or hear and couldn't verbally communicate, I'd be terrified. So I felt it was more stress on her just to stay alive that way than being put down. She'd pretty much stopped eating & I couldn't get a Bufferin down her; normally, when she took one she'd settle down & sleep. But without it, she was constantly walking in circles, restless.
So, she's gone & I'm so sad to lose her but she's better off now. No more fear, no more confusion. I'm gonna miss her forever. 2006/5/29 Multitasking, anyone?If I were a computer, I might be able to multitask. But being the creature that I am, my brain is not capable of handling several things at one time. Some folks, admittedly, can multitask. But you won't find me in that category.
Here's a recent example:
I currently have the honor of babysitting M.J.'s birds while she is out of town for a week. I have to drive to where she is keeping her birds (a couple miles up the road) & make sure their cages are clean & they are well fed & watered. I do this twice a day, sometimes spending an hour with them so they don't feel totally alone. In addition, I have my own flock of 10 birds to care for. Besides routine maintenance, I must keep my floors all clean because Sally is over 15 years old now, and having frequent accidents in the house.
Now, back to the birds. I have been working with KiKo on her separation anxiety issues. I have also been focusing on Luther, working with him so that he doesn't spook & fly off of me every time someone makes a sudden move. At the same time, Miss Tacha and I have been working on agression issues. She will bite me if anything comes up unexpectedly while I am holding her. While juggling these three avian friends' issues this past week it has come to my attention that some of the other flock members have been unintentionally ignored. I was vacuuming the floor under Little Sammy's cage & found a whole bunch of feathers. Immediately I started saying, "KiKo, KiKo, KiKo. What am I going to do with you?" KiKo happens to be in the corner cage next to Lil Sam. I just assumed the feathers were hers, newly erupted, and still in their sheaths, as usual. When I adjusted my bifocals, however, it became apparent that the feathers did not belong to KiKo. They were Lil Sam's, and they were not pulled out; they were clipped off clean at the shaft as though he were looking for a haircut. This is called 'barbering' the feathers. Big Sam is the master of this. He has tail feathers that are nothing but the main shaft, because he's clipped all the distal feathers off . The difference between the two is that Lil Sam is clipping everything, and not leaving the central shaft as a souvenir. His chest is all fuzzy now, consisting mostly of down feathers which are normally lying under the main ones. In one spot you can even see his skin, the coverage is so thin.
So, there you have it. An unsuspecting benevolent caretaker who's potentiating problems through neglect. Not intentional, of course. I'm just being pulled in too many directions at once. If I had an Intel chip in my head instead of a biodegradable organ, I would probably be much more efficient, and Little Sammy would have all his chest feathers still.
It took one of the birds mutilating his own feathers to bring the problem to my attention. So, I am trying different things in order to make Little Sam feel better about staying at BoBo's Bed & Breakfast. I put the manzanita tree up to his cage, then put Jerry's cage on the other side of the tree. Once the doors were opened, they could come & go as they pleased, and interact as they pleased. Although Sam was interested in Jerry, Jerry stayed clear of Sam. So I put Jerry back in his cage and moved it back to his normal spot, on the other side of Dinky. Lo and behold, I found Jerry on multiple occasions, climbing onto Dink's cage. Dinky doesn't seem to mind; he appears neither afraid nor elated by his presence. So it looks like a love triangle to me. Little Sam wants Jerry, but Jerry wants Dinky, and Dinky don't want anybody.
Well, as Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day..." 2006/5/23 Written for blog 4/10/2006I forgot to put this in until now:
I put Tacha in BoBo's old cage two days ago. When I put her in there, she was not a happy camper at first; she went to the bottom & stood on the floor grate, stuck her beak between the bars, & commenced to squawking for attention. She reminded me of a convict, looking at me thru the bars, hollering "let me out!" (The scenario would have been complete if I could have dressed her up in a black & white striped pantsuit! heheee!) Anyway, I had left the top open, and also the door in the front, but she stayed on the bottom squawking. So I looked around to see what it was that I was forgetting. Usually, if you put their favorite toys & other familiar things in the cage, they'll be comforted. Well, I found I had forgotten her hanging "sun porch." So I put it in, then went to the little white cage I'd brought her home in & got that one out, too. I hung it on the inside of the door, then left the door open. That made her happier. She stood on it & seemed a little more content, although she begged to get on my T-shirt every time I walked into the room. I felt so bad for her. That was at about 5:30 p.m. Well, when bedtime rolled around she climbed up to her little 'condo,' like she always does & went in it. So, then I knew that she realized this was her new home. I had forgotten to tell Tacha's previous 'Mom' about how well she took to her condo. (You know, the little triangular hut for birds to go into to avoid drafts.) As far as I know, she's never had one before. By the second night the condo had hung in her cage she had figured out what it was for. She goes to bed each night about 1/2 hour before everybody else is ready. She goes up to the condo & gets inside; her tail hangs conspicuously outside but the rest of her is ready for nite-nite. Dinky likes to nap in his during the day. BoBo thinks the condo is for playing with; he sticks his head inside & starts yelling! Jerry, Tuxie, and Sox think the condos are chew toys and the other three birds completely ignore theirs. But Tacha knows exactly what it's for. She is one smart birdie. I'm very proud of her. I am still having a bit of difficulty getting Tacha used to the hands. She & Jerry both act the same way; they love to get on your shoulder & chew away, but are not interested in being held on the hands & ogled. I don't know what causes some birds to be this way but maybe it has to do with some event that ocurred in their past. But we are taking it one day at a time in that respect. However, I have only one bra left to my name! Guess who's chewed up the straps in the others? Jerry & Tacha. Oh well, they were old, anyway. Frequent washings had already broken them down & they were just begging to be pitched anyway. Now I have an excuse to buy some more. When Dennis went to pick up our newest flock member, Luther, he brought home two corner cages, also. We were planning on buying two more just like the ones we already had, but he called & said there was a corner cage which measured 32 inches across at its widest point & it was much taller than the cages we had. There were two of them available; $400 cages but we could get them at $199 each wholesale. Luther has all his primary feathers because he can't fly anyway. He sustained some type of injury in the past which left him with limited range of motion in one wing. So he can't fly although his wings are not clipped. You should see what the primaries look like on a patagonian conure. They are turquoise & show up brilliantly in contrast to the dark green that covers their other wing feathers, back, and head. So the longer cage will be beneficial to keep those long feathers intact. A patti's tail feathers are extremely long, usually measuring over a foot in length. They are very much like a macaw in that way; some people think they should have belonged to that family instead of the conures. I think they are classed as conures because of the periopthalmic eye ring, which is a conure trait. However, they are the largest of all the conure species, weighing anywhere from 250 to 400 grams. Except for KiKo, she was only 215 grams when I got her. She's 230-something right now, but I don't remember exactly. KiKo eats twice as much as BoBo, and three times as much as everybody else. She's still hyper from her hurricane experience & she shivers all the time; I'm sure it's a nervous thing. Anyway, we got two corner cages & this will allow me a bit more room in there, also. With standard cages the birds would all be so close that they'd almost touch one another, but not so with putting the cages in the corner. She only had two left, one green & one gray. I'll put up pics as soon as I get everybody situated & get the camera out. This morning I took Tacha, and later, Jerry, out to work with them on the hands issue. They're coming along nicely & will soon be more trusting, I hope. The biggest thing is sudden movement; they get spooked with sudden movements & go to biting. As long as I remain quite, calm, and slow to move they're okay. I always try to 'telegraph' my movements so they're prepared. C. 2006/5/17 How are the fids & Sally doing?Here's a brief rundown on how the fids (feathered kids) are doing.
Jerry has turned into a real cuddlemuffin.
He wants to be held all the time.
KiKo still wants to be held a lot, but she also wants to explore
& runs all over the house. In fact, I have to chase her down,
& outwit her to catch her. She's always afraid I'm going to put her
back in her cage so she's now Miss BusyBody, into everything, and found everywhere.
Luther is sweet as can be. I stopped holding him in the towel because he was so flighty that I thought he needed to be rightside up more, to develop some confidence. It worked; he's not near as flighty & is showing a lot more character. He clicks his beak & whispers, "pretty birdie" or goes "arf-arf". He's not totally at home yet, or he'd be saying some of the other words he knows. However, he's getting playful with me (always has played in his cage). I tried to put him in the towel yesterday but he fought his way back to being rightside up. That tells me that he's less insecure than he was earlier. He wants to be like BoBo, out & about & more confident.
BoBo is never out in the house anymore when KiKo, Luther, or Tacha is out of the birdroom. He interferes with any training I want to do, & actually intimidates them all. KiKo will get on the floor if he's out, but she stays right by me wherever I go. BoBo eventually gets bossy with her so I just keep him away from all three.
Big Sam - that 'dancing' posturing I was telling you about is almost gone now. After reading up on some of the stuff you sent me links to (Heidenrich...etc.) I am now believing that was defensive posturing. He always did it on top of his cage looking down at me, and flashing his pupils. (I think they're now calling that 'pinning' his eyes.) Anyway, he hardly does it now, and he comes down the side of the cage & climbs all over the place. No pinning, no posturing, just acting like a curious bird. He & Tacha take turns climbing on each others' cages & they confront one another once in a while, but for the most part, they just ignore one another.
Tacha was jumping on my arm, running up to my shoulder, and getting behind my neck to pull at my permed hair. Perry said she doesn't like curly
hair; I believe it. She pulls at it awhile, then bites my neck.
So, I stopped letting her up there. But she wouldn't do the step-up
without biting my hand. So, I put her on the T-stand a
couple times a day & work on the 'step-up' command with her. She'll do it well for a few minutes, then gets tired of it. Once she has bitten me while training, so I never push her too long.
Dinky is doing great; he's a doll. He has a good appetite & eats zupreem pellets well.
Little Sammy is living alone again; Jerry is in the cage I brought KiKo home in. It's big enough, I feel, for him right now since he spends a large part of his day climbing around on the tree. He loves the tree & loves to chew, so he chews on the small branches & enjoys himself. Little Sam will watch him but doesn't climb over to join him whenever I put the tree near his cage. I can't quite figure him out yet. He'll talk to me & come over to me on the side of his cage, but will grab my hair, my shirt, or whatever any chance he gets. He really likes to use that beak of his. I always stay just out of his reach & talk to him as though he understands what I'm saying, like I do the other birds. It seems to me that he's just untrusting & somewhat hostile, but would like to be friends on his terms, which include biting when he feels like it.
Sox & Tuxie are good; Tuxie bit me once & always threatens to bite me when she's within reach. So I have to stay clear from her, too. Sox doesn't act aggressive at all unless you invade his space. But Tuxie, she actually (like Little Sammy) comes down & gets as close as she can to me, then tries to bite me. She was formerly afraid of everything; now she's protecting her turf. She does get off her cage frequently & likes to go to the tree; sometimes she gets off when someone else is off their cage & down on the floor. But, thankfully, I've always caught her before she gets to the other bird. I'm sure she'd attack them; she's like a thimble-sized pit bull.
Sally is doing about the same; she has good days & bad days. She's nearly blind now & tends to run into things. She has a bit of hearing left so we communicate with loud sounds & the waving of my hands. I'm having trouble getting her to eat her dog food so I usually cook her a hamburger or some chicken & rice, which she'll eat better. Once in a while I give her an aspirin if she's pacing around, then she usually sleeps for awhile peacefully.
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