Pet on Board – Tips for Safe Travel With Your Pet


With pet-friendly hotels and restaurants becoming more commonplace, people are taking their pets along to enjoy the fun when they travel.  Once you’ve decided to take your pet along for a car ride; think safety, first.
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Tried and True Solutions For Housetraining your Puppy


House training a new puppy requires commitment, patience and consistency/routine. Your puppy will do best on a schedule.  They will soon learn when it is time to eat, sleep play and potty.  The following are a few tips that I followed to successfully train my four-week old great pyrenees/border collie mix.  It was trial and error but with minimal mishaps along the way.

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Decorating in True Baylie Style. Release The Inner “Arteest” In Your Pet

by Malia Ragan

Before Baylie came onto the scene, my house was decorated in the style in which I prefer.  It wasn’t long before I noticed the differences in our taste of decor.  I like everything neat and tidy.  Baylie likes that lived-in look.

Baylie is fast becoming a decorating mogul in the canine arena.  Dogs and cats in the neighborhood copy her style.  Baylie prefers the outdoorsy, rustic look.  She likes the feeling of bringing the outdoors in, literally; cabin cottage, shabby chic all rolled into one.  I recognized her unusual talent in interior design as a wee little pup.  It is truly a gift since dogs are colorblind and are thought to see only in shades of gray.

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Is Your Dog a Workaholic?

Now as a  1-year old,  I have an insurmountable workload.  My day is grueling and begins around 6:00 a.m. with me reminding mom and my feline sister, Smoki, that it is time to rise and shine.   I certainly don’t want mom to be late for an appointment and Smoki to be late for her morning scout around the yard.   My morning commute is simply atrocious, as I have to maneuver around obstacles in my crate to exit  the door and then on to the laundry room for my morning chow.  It doesn’t make it any easier with mom in the slow lane most mornings and refusing to pull aside so I can make my way down the hall for breakfast.

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My Contribution to Wordless Wednesday – Cuteness Alert!!

I Think I Need a Hug

Adorned in Cat Hair-The New Vogue


Why do cats rub up against your legs? One of life’s unanswered questions? Perhaps not.  Cats rub up against your leg to make you smell like a cat. The more you smell like them the more they like being around you.  Cats also rub your legs to show affection or because they are hungry.  Cats have scent glands along each side of their face, chin, mouth and other parts of their bodies. They use these glands to scent/mark their territory. When a cat rubs you, he is marking you with his scent, claiming you as “his.”  He is picking up your scent, as well.  Cats rub up against furniture or doorways for the  same reason – to mark the item as “his”.

How many times have you crossed your legs while sitting in a meeting at work or at a function and you see it….the despicable swatch of cat fur attached near the bottom of your slacks.  It can be quite an embarrassment when you have the appearance of a human lint roller.  It’s not as simple to remedy this situation as one would think.  There are no means possible that will allow you to, nonchalantly, brush it away.  It is stuck there with the strength of Velcro.  Trying to remove it, at this juncture, would draw more attention and require some really weird herky jerky movement on your part.  I often take the high road and ignore it until I can, privately, remove it so as not to draw more attention toward it than necessary.  After all, I may be the only person who has noticed it.  There is no good reason why someone would be fixated on the bottom of my slacks anyhow, right?  On past occasions, I’ve bent down and carefully brushed the fur away while, at the same time, proclaiming with an excuse, “Will you look at that!  My silly cat decided to show me a little affection right before I walked out the door“.  But, of course, there will be that one non-cat person in the room giving you that  condescending smirk of disgust.  At that very instant, that individual just labeled you as a disheveled, eccentric cat person and visualized your house as being one big palace of fur.

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My First Night After Spay Surgery

The first night of my spay surgery was a little rocky.   Mom said I was just like a human in that nighttime is always the worst if your are not feeling well.   I just couldn’t get comfortable.  I was in pain, but it was not yet time for my next dose of pain meds.  Mom tried her best to ease my pain by massaging me to relax my muscles.  She read that  massage can release those “feel-good” endorphins, increase circulation of the blood, elevate the levels of oxygen and even accelerate the healing process. Whatever.  All I know is that it worked.

Relaxing With My Chew Stix

Mom wasn’t too sure how I would do alone in my kennel and she certainly didn’t want to put me in the dreaded cone while in the kennel, so we had a slumber party of sorts in the greatroom.  It would have been super fun if I hadn’t felt so bad.  I slept a short time on my bed but decided I wanted and needed my mom when my pain began, so she put me on the sofa with her.  Let me tell you, that was one tight fit even though she removed the back cushions for us.  I tossed and turned like a bucking bronco, according to mom. I slept on thirty-minute intervals; each time waking up in pain, flipping and flopping and panting.  I insisted that I have my head laying on my mom at all times and pawed and rooted around to get her attention.  She also gave me some popsicles during the night and that seemed to help with my panting.   I slept the longest from 4:30 a.m. to about 6:00 p.m. after mom was able to give me another dose of my pain meds. Even though mom and I had a restless night, my fur sister, Smoki, slept like a baby in the master bedroom.  Can you believe that?  She didn’t even check in on me during the night.

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Spay Surgery-Day 1

Waiting at the Vet’s Office

All went well with my spay surgery.  I was a little ticked this morning because my routine didn’t go exactly as I expected.  Not only did I not get my early morning breakfast; usually around 6:00 a.m., I didn’t even get a lick of H2o.  I thought mom must be slipping in the memory department,  so I just looked at her and barked.  I could tell she was trying to ignore me and was clearly stalling until it was time for us leave.

I arrived at the vet at 7:30 a.m. and quickly took control.  I have to work the room when I arrive and meet all the doggies in the waiting room and then I have to see my girls behind the desk.  I thought maybe they would give me just a morsel of a treat or a quick lap of some water for my last meal but it didn’t happen.

Mom and my Aunt Lisa came and picked me up at 4:00 p.m.  I was so glad to see them but a little groggy and really just wanted to go home and go  to sleep.  I arrived home and I said hello to Smoki, my fur sister,  and she didn’t even hiss at me.  I guess she sensed I wasn’t feeling well, so she gave me a break.  Mom gave me some boiled chicken and rice instead of my chow to keep me from “tossing my cookies“.   I must say, it was quite a surprise and really tasty.  I think I’ll play sick sometime in the future and see if she’ll come through again!

Finally Asleep

My pain medicine soon began to wear off and I couldn’t get comfortable, so I began to pace and pant.  Mom felt I may have been running a slight fever, as well, so she gave me a popsicle and some pain meds, and I stopped panting and drifted off to sleep as mom laid on the floor next to my bed.

After waking up from my nap, I took a stroll around the yard and mom gave me a treat.  I tire easily, so I wanted to get on the sofa with mom but I’m not suppose to jump, so mom picked me up.  Yep, all 52 lbs. of me.   My pain was beginning to come back so I nuzzled my head into mom’s lap and quickly drifted off to sleep while she calmed me.

Rather than put me in my kennel tonight, mom said she will let me sleep on my bed in the greatroom and she’ll sleep on the sofa to keep a close eye on me.   I bet I end up on the sofa with her because she’s such a softy!  Woof for now…

My Spay Surgery is Tomorrow

The dreaded cone!

My spay surgery is tomorrow and mom has been researching up a storm as to what to expect after my surgery.  Quite frankly, I think she’s getting a little nervous and perhaps over thinking the matter of how to care for me during the recuperation period. She says if it’s anything like my broken paw recuperation, it’s going to be a “wild ride“.  I’m not familiar with that term, but it sure sounds like fun.   Since I  tip the scales at a hefty 52 lbs,  it may be a little difficult for mom to pick me up, so she may have to call in reinforcements.  Mom said she wishes I could have had my surgery when I was younger, but I had a broken paw, and she didn’t want to put me through any more discomfort.

It appears that post-op recuperation will be about two weeks,  longer than mom remembers my feline sister’s recuperation after her surgery 11 years ago.  Since my activity will be limited, mom is going to buy me some new toys and chew sticks to occupy my time. I’m a little bummed that  I won’t be able to run and play frisbee for a while, and I’ll also miss out on the July 4th festivities.  Mom’s worried because she doesn’t know how I’m going to react to wearing a cone on my head.  To be honest, I don’t think I’m going to like it.  I sleep in my kennel at night and don’t know how a cone will fit.  Mom said if I’m not comfortable in my kennel, she may bunk with me in the great room.  I like slumber parties!

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Watch! I Can Catch Popcorn

I missed my first catch but quickly recovered and got in my zone!!