– Nature’s Recipe brand is voluntarily recalling a limited supply of Nature’s Recipe® Oven Baked Biscuits with Real Chicken, manufactured in one of its U.S. production facilities. This is being done as a precautionary measure, as the product has the potential to be contaminated with Salmonella. Salmonella can affect animals eating the products and there is risk to humans from handling contaminated pet products.
Healthy people infected with Salmonella should monitor themselves for some, or all, of the following symptoms: nausea, vomiting, diarrhea or bloody diarrhea, abdominal cramping and fever. Rarely, Salmonella can result in more serious ailments, including arterial infections, endocarditis, arthritis, muscle pain, eye irritation, and urinary tract symptoms. Consumers exhibiting these signs after having contact with this product should contact their healthcare providers.
A house fire is tragic for both humans and pets. Have you ever thought about what would happen to your pets if your house should go up in flames while you are away? Most are overcome by smoke when they run and hide trying to escape the smoke. Every year, more than 3,000 people die in house fires despite educational programs. Sadly, those who survive house fires often lose cherished four-legged family members in the infernos. But, now there’s a solution in the form of pet resuscitation devices to aid fireman in resuscitating our pets overcome by smoke.
As you know, Gracey, The Tiniest Tiger was in Beverly Hills recently strutting her stuff for the #RedCarpetCat Twitter Party and rubbing elbows with celebrities in the Red Carpet Lounge for the 2012 Emmy Awards.
Congratulations Natalie McK – Winner of our RuffDawg Toy Giveaway!!!! Wooooof!! Here’s Ellie with her new RuffDawg Toy!!!!
Ellie With Her RuffDawg Fish
As responsible pet owners, we are always looking for ways to keep our dogs fit and healthy with the use of interactive toys. Large breed dogs require rugged and durable toys. It didn’t take me long to realize that flimsy, fru-fru dog toys were just not going to cut it with my 60 pound Baylie. So, I began my quest to find a toy that she couldn’t destroy within an hour of me bringing it home.
Through PetFoodDirect.com, I found the perfect line of pet toys geared for the big-boned doggie manufactured by Ruff Dawg. Their entire line is made of flexible, durable 100% Non-toxic, superior quality rubber and some even float. Baylie has been playing fetch and tugging on the Ruff Dawg The Stick Dog Toy
I can’t move
Baylie here. When mom rescued me on that fateful day last January, and I settled into my new home, mom and I sat down to have a little tete-a-tete …you know, girl to girl to lock down some house rules. I put my paw down on a multitude of issues, but most notably of which is that, “I will not wear frou-frou doggie clothes; end of conversation. Seems I should have expanded the no frou-frou clothes clause in my contractual agreement to read “no clothes of any description or on any occasion; no how, no way.”
Now, I don’t think the no clothes clause should be a mandatory rule for all doggies; as some of us K-9’s love to play dress-up and look super cute in a frilly frock. However, I’m just not the girly girl type. I fit the mold of the rough and tumble tomgirlpup of a gal. My idea of fun is playing ball or frisbee in the back yard. Frilly dresses and digging in the dirt; my favorite pastime, just don’t mesh.
Baylie Playing Frisbee
One dilemma I faced with being a new dog owner was where to find dog-friendly parks in my area. What I discovered was there were not many options for my Baylie to romp and experience new sights and sounds. Baylie gets plenty of exercise in her huge back yard, goes on walks each day, socializes with other dogs on a regular basis, goes to the two-pet-friendly parks we have in the area and is enrolled in puppy classes. All are key to having a well-adjusted dog. Socialization prevents a dog from being skittish or aggressive when they are placed in unfamiliar situations. Puppy classes are great for socialization as is doggie daycare.
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.
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!
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…
Just like people, some dogs have fears and nervousness that can be as trivial as a noisy vacuum, a thunderstorm, or fireworks. Some pups, on the other hand, suffer from separation anxiety. Separation anxiety can manifest itself through compulsive digging, destruction of items in the home, howling or continuous barking. These things I can understand. However, some dogs have phobias that are, shall we say, down right weird. Cats; we all know have bazaar fears and phobias and ritualistic ways. In fact, their fear of just about any new, inanimate object that is brought into the home that was not previously in the home; brings about some degree of curiosity, anxiety and fear. Thus, the term , “scaredy cat“.