And by ‘ruff I mean dandruff. For years Piggy has gotten compliments on his shiny black coat, but ever since last summer he’s been battling flaky dandruff that becomes even more noticeable when someone starts to pet him and scratch his back. It seemed to get better for a while in the winter, not fully gone, but definitely less. You can scratch thick flaky chunks off in spots and though he doesn’t seem to scratch a lot, I’m sure it must be at least somewhat uncomfortable and itchy.
I first noticed he was getting some spots on his belly last summer and assumed it was irritation from being in the water. The pug loves to run along the water’s edge, digging at rocks and chasing after other dogs until they swim out further than his little legs will allow. I take him to an off-leash park at a small lake that’s quite pretty, but not big enough to really do anything but let dogs swim in it. It’s not the kind of lake where you’d see boats or people fishing. He also likes to splash around at the beach, so the ocean salt water could also be the culprit.
As a test, I kept him out of the water for an entire month, but his skin seems to be getting worse, not better. I brush him, try to flake off as much as I can with my fingernails, then give him a bath and shampoo his coat with a medicated dog shampoo that has 5% coal tar solution, but that doesn’t seem to give much relief (though he does smell good!). There are a couple of spots now that are pink and tender where I’ve scratched off a flaky patch, so those I’ve been coating with Bactroban, an antibiotic ointment. I’m so frustrated and really want to find a solution to heal my poor pug.
We’ve been to the vet a couple of times, but unfortunately he hasn’t been much help. Could it be from the water? Maybe. Or it could be an allergic reaction to something at the park. Or in his food. Process of elimination seems to be the only way to tell! And what a long process that would be.
His one advice was to get Piggy on some Omega3 fatty acids and really, I think we should all be taking those kind of supplements. Hopefully that will help otherwise I may just dip the whole pug in a vat of fish oil to try to soothe that skin! And you thought wet dog was a bad smell!
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in
the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
Thanks goes to the Dog Blog for reprinting it.
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You
called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of
murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,”
you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d
relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were
terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of
nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and
I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream
(I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I
took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more
time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you
through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad
decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our
home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you
were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I
was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother
them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most
of my time banished to another
room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they
began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled
themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my
ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their
touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended
them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to
their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of
your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if
you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told
them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and
changed the subject.
I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every
expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another
city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow
pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time
when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It
smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the
paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged
and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a
middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.”
You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No,
Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what
lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and
responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely
refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and
now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably
knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me
another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules
allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,
whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that
you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it
would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of
happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and
waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and
I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet
room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my
ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was
to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run
out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears
weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her
cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years
ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the
sting and the cool liquid coursing
through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured
“How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.”
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to
a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have
to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this
earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with
a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will
think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to
show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as
you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the
composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year
in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal
shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to
add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve
our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your
animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare
league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do
your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in
order to prevent unwanted animals.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it
could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet.
Remember…They love UNCONDITIONALLY.
by: Burke Jones
Pets are many things in many ways but they are not responsible. Not outside of very limited doggy parameters. This means that you are 100% responsible for your pet’s health. In this day of seemingly limitless online medication options, the only way to face this challenge is through education. Freedom of choice is only a benefit when you are familiar with the choices.
The easy availability of medications online has placed extra pressure on society to moderate its own behavior responsibly. It has placed even more pressure on human beings using the Internet to shop for pets that are entirely reliant on them for their wellbeing.
Buying pet medicine online offers a level of consumer freedom that is enough to make one dizzy. In the old days we would take our pet to our local veterinarian who would counsel us on the right way to deal with our pet’s health issues. This was a relief in two obvious ways: we could be guided by an expert and we could shift a little of the weight of responsibility. Today it is possible to go online, diagnose and medicate our own pet.
by: Ruth Bird
Regular ear care for your dog Routine ear care is very important to the health of your dog. Perform regular checks and cleaning between visits to your veterinarian, it will help keep your dog’s ears healthy and pain free. This is extremely important to do.
I have had Goldens and Black Labs for many years, and they are well known for ear conditions. But remember, no matter how efficient you are in caring for your dog’s ears, serious conditions may still arise. Also, beware when your dog flaps its ears too much; this can cause a hematoma, which I will discuss a little further on.
by: Fred Ege
Why is an All Natural and Holistic to Pet Food Gaining Importance?
There is a significant increase in the market share of Natural and Holistic Pet Food, and it is predicted to double over the next five years. But why the sudden increase in our pets health? It seems that as we become more concerned with our own family’s health and what we eat, it’s natural to also be more concerned about what our pets eat, as they have truly have become part of our families. Today, it is now easier to provide a complete healthy meal for our pets. In fact, our pets may be eating better than we are!