Brain Flow of Random Thoughts

            My asthma lately has been super bad, these dang animals. I love them so much, but being around them makes my insides suck. I think that if I wasn’t allergic to them that I would definitely become a veterinarian. For 4-H I have to take care of all the animals we raise. I give our goats’ shots and dewormer; I shaved our sheep, trim hoofs and anything else you can think of.  

            Now that I have some medical experience, I like to try and diagnose what the dogs may have, based on human illnesses. Cleo, at my dad’s house has an infection on her eye. When I took her to the vet I could kind of tell what the vet was talking about, based on my knowledge of medical terminology.

            My cat Larson has been getting a little frisky lately, we seriously need to get him fixed. At first he started humping stuffed animals, which was nasty. Every time I turn around he is on it, I locked it up then it would stop. We had a vet appointment to get him fixed but nobody could take him so we had to cancel it. Now it has gotten so bad that he will literally hump anything that is fuzzy. Blankets, towels, shoes, you name it and he has probably tried. So nasty.

            Animals are just like humans, my dog Cleo is horrified of thunderstorms, but my other dogs don’t really care. They all have their own personalities, which is really awesome. My dog Margo got really sad when the puppies were gone and you could tell. Different things bother them just like us. That’s why I can’t believe that people would abuse and kill animals. I mean I guess people get murdered too.

            Today I was thinking really deeply about the anatomy of dogs. My sister even said,”who cares about that, why the heck does it matter.”  I was amazed how they learn things without even understanding what we say. How they can jump up and stand on only their back legs, and even dogs with 3 legs can still run like normal dogs. They are just amazing animals. And how they are treated and taken care of are just simply random, and luck. Unlike humans who can better themselves, dogs can’t choose, it just depends on who takes them in.

Ripped to Shreds

            This weekend I was in charge of watching the animals by myself. My mom and her boyfriend went to Chicago so I was left here to fend for myself. Dog sitting the weekend away, it is actually a lot to do. They get rowdy so I had to let them out like every other minute it seemed like. They are very needy, especially since there are so many of them, three dogs and a cat. Today was they day that they came home so I cleaned the house up, did the dishes, laundry, and tried to make everything look nice. They just got home actually and they called me and said, “You need to come out here right away, there is a huge mess and we are not happy.” I was really confused because I thought everything was in tip top shape. That was before I went in my room to sit on my computer for a little while. I walked out in the garage and their entire dog bet we=as ripped into shreds that almost covered the entire floor. Way to go dogs. They weren’t happy about that. It had to of happened in the last hour or so though.

            The dang dogs will rip up anything and everything, and then Larson, the cat, will toss around all the little shreds. It’s like a process. Their favorite is shoes though; I can’t tell you how many shoes I have seen them abduct. A few of the victims were mine too. Coming out to the living room with your shoes in pieces is a sinking feeling, especially for a girl. I try to scare them with my wrath but they don’t learn, I have resorted to putting all of my shoes in my room. One time they got Ron’s really expensive shoes, I wasn’t there to see the damage but I heard about it, Ron was not too happy. I saved my mom’s tennis shoes that had just been taken, only with a few bite marks.

            The last time I had to watch the rascals they ripped up an entire magazine while I was trying to sleep in. I found pieces of that everywhere for the next few days. I’m not even sure how they managed to do that, I guess they wanted my attention bad enough. As soon as they get a new toy it is like a race to see who can rip the squeaker out the fastest, dogs are crazy.

No Hunting For This Girl

I have loved animals since as early in my existence that I can remember. When I was a kid I always had cat and dog books, I had a backpack that was shaped as a tiger, I loved the animals I had, and basically everything to do with them. When I was in second or third grade I did a report on becoming a veterinarian. We made a poster board and presented it to the class.       

 I used to be able to kill like flies and moths, and even at one point decided I was going to be a hunter. I got my hunting license and everything and was all official. I went a few times with my dad but we never even saw anything. I was at that age that it was super cool to get a deer so you could impress all the boys, and show off. It must have been about middle school or freshmen year. Anyway, I was okay with the fact of killing a deer, I mean I have been around it many times when my dad got them and I watched and helped clean it out. As I got older, I started to less like the fact of killing an animal. At first I told my dad that I only wanted to shoot a buck, not a doe because she might have babies somewhere. Also being very impatient didn’t help, I absolutely HATED just sitting in the woods for hours, and the worst part was that you had to be quiet. Slowly my hunting career came to an end.

I even had my own gun, a 243 rifle that was black and had a silver scope. I think I stopped because it was more or less boring to me, and as I grew older, the thought of killing an innocent animal was not so appealing. I am fine with other people doing it, I just don’t think I want to. I would feel too guilty, so don’t expect me to be murdering anything anytime soon.

            The idea of hitting an animal on the road makes me want to cry. Every time I see a poor little baby, I feel so sad. I have said multiple times that if I ever hit a cat, I would never drive again. I’m not sure if that is true, but I would at least cry for probably a few days. The other day I even picked a moth up by its wing and put it outside, it’s getting bad. I must hang around my aunt too much. She won’t let us throw out gum out the window because she doesn’t want a bird to think its food and choke. I love my aunt.

Bye Bye Babies

            It really is a process selling your babies; baby puppies of course. There are still two left, and they are getting huge! My mom and Ron try to figure out the best families for each and every one of the precious little munchkins. Sissy and Sadie are the two of them that are left.

            We put an ad on craigslist and have had many, many calls. Some of the people that called were a little bit suspicious, one guy that called said he didn’t have enough money at the time but he had some “other stuff” that he could give us. I didn’t talk to him personally but Ron said he tried to trade him drugs for one of the puppies. Not only does this make it seem like they are a not the best people to have one of the dogs, but if they can’t pay for the puppy, then how would they afford to feed and take care of it. We also had a few families that were interested but once they heard how much the puppies were, they said thanks and hung up. I understand that 500 dollars is sort of a lot for a puppy, but they are purebred and I guess that’s what they are usually sold for. Plus, again, if they can afford to buy the puppy then they probably can take care of it well.

            All of the families that were interested or for sure wanted to buy a puppy came to our house and visited them. We got to kind of get a feel for what kind of people they were. One family were, not to be stereotypical, but a bunch of hillbillies. Even though they were a bit wacky, they were a really nice family and had other dogs already. They lived on a farm and really cared for animals. Most of the people who adopted puppies became friend with my mom on Facebook so we could watch them grow up. It is amazing how fast they grew up, it seems like just a week ago I was watching them be birthed. I am really surprised that I am not sad about them leaving, but honestly I don’t think I had time to be sad. I am so busy that taking care of them was just another thing to do. I don’t want that to sound bad I loved them a lot but I know that now they are with individual families that will love and spend time with them.

Rat Babies

            Every time I see a cute animal I want to take it home. I have been looking at this really cute breed of dog that particularly catches my eye but I have yet to figure out what the name of it exactly is; my mom thinks it’s ugly. I don’t think any animal is ugly, even the hairless cats are adorable in their own special way. This reminds me of when me and my boyfriend got rats together, everyone freaked out but we loved them. Plus they were feeder rats, like the ones you give to snakes, so we felt like rescuers. We would take turns keeping them at our houses. When I got home I would take them out of their cage and let them climb on me while I did my homework, or walked around. That was the part that especially freaked my parents out. They would just hang out in my shirt, and it tickled with their tiny claws. Even cuddles my special cat liked them.

           They were just babies when we got them, mine was light brown and white and my boyfriend’s was black and white. At first we were only going to get one but then we couldn’t pick so we got both.  When we broke up, I never got them back which makes me sad, especially because he gave them to his friend, even though his friend had other rats too it still made me mad. People would visit them, take pictures, and post them on twitter saying things like ”look at these cuties”, and I’m just like “Those are mine”. I only said something once, I guess I’m just bitter because I miss my little rat babies. They say writing things down kind of helps you vent and let it go, so that felt good.

             After all that ranting, I don’t even think I would want to get rats again. They were kind of a lot of work; they made lots of noise and were active at night. I also felt the need to take them out every time I saw them maybe that is just because they were in my room though. They never bit me though, they were sweet little animals. They just get a bad reputation. Everybody just needs a little love, even rats.

            A couple months after I had them, my mom had mice in her basement. The fact that she had rat traps just mortified me, and one that she caught was a mom with babies! Good thing I didn’t see it.

Another Day in the Life

          So far two puppies have been sold; they just turned six weeks so they are now old enough to be without their mom. I’m happy and surprised that I can let them go without crying or missing them terribly. They were awfully cute and all, but they were a TON of work. Waking up every four hours to six hungry babies is something I will not miss. The worst part is when you clean up all their pee and poop; they just do it all over again. I swear they are pooping machines! I am going to miss them though.

            One thing I wish people knew about Rottweiler is that they are good dogs. I hate how people stereotype animals. Bulldogs are good dogs too, but they have a bad reputation. People influence their animals; if they teach them to behave they most likely will, and if you neglect them and treat them badly they get mean. It isn’t the breed that makes them a bad dog, it’s the owners. I know I mentioned this before, but our dogs got out a few times before we got the fence fixed completely. People called the sheriff because of it, which is understandable I guess, but I feel like if they were a golden retriever or something that they would have just called the number on the collar…. When the sheriff came to warn us about the issue he told us to keep them penned up because this breed scares people. What is that supposed to mean? I just don’t think it is fair.

            One of the worst things ever is animal abuse. I don’t understand how anyone could hurt an innocent animal. Those dang commercials to end animal cruelty get me every time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gspElv1yvc There is nothing in this world that would ever make me even think about abusing an animal.

            On another subject, I had to take Oreo to the vet on Friday. Every time I go there it is so expensive. I had to take her there because she had scabs and almost like bite marks all over her skin under her fur. I was really concerned so my dad made an appointment at the vet. When I took her there it turns out it was like a staph-infection or she was allergic to something. I wasn’t really sure because the Dr. used a lot of terms that I didn’t understand, I tried to keep up but it was difficult. They just gave her two shots and said she should be fine in a few days. My dad always gives me money, and almost every single time I have to go back to the car and get more money. This time it was $87.00, and my dad only gave me $80.00, I wish it wasn’t so expensive because then maybe more sick animals would be able to get help. Most people don’t take their animals to the vet unless it is an emergency; Just a thought.  

Cats

            The puppies are continuing to grow, every time I see them they look like they doubled. Two of the puppies are spoken for, which makes me excited. Only because I get to have some of the money we earn which is going to be put toward a plane ticket to Hawaii.

            Although I love puppies and all animals of course, I think cats are my favorite. I have had 6 cats total in my lifetime. In order: George, Maggie, Oliver, Oreo, Cuddles, and Larson. I still have the last three, Oreo and Cuddles are at my dad’s house, and Larson is at my mom’s.

     

       Oreo was a full grown cat when she came to us. She sort of just showed up at our house and considered herself at home. Same with Cuddles, she was a baby though, and we think she got hit by something because the side of her head was a little dented in and her right eye was foggy looking. We all felt bad for her and decided after a few days to take her in as our own. My family told me I could call her mine. I call her my retarded little baby, she is so precious. Her favorite thing to do is roll around on shoes, such is a weirdo.

            When we took Cuddles and Oreo to get fixed at the vet, we dropped them off early in the morning and the vet office told us they would call us when they were done. A few hours later we got a call, but it wasn’t the news we were expecting. They told us that Oreo was already fixed. They found out once they cut her open, so we still had to pay of course. Cuddles, when they opened her up there were babies! This wasn’t good though because cuddles was only about 6 months old so she would of died giving birth, so they took the babies out. Not an average day at the vet I would say.

            Oliver was one of my cats that I miss the most. He was so fluffy, laid-back, and friendly. We let out cats go outside whenever they desire. Sometimes they will be gone for a day or so which worries me a lot, but they usually come back. Oliver never came back. I think why it bothers me so much is because I don’t have closure. All of my other animals died so I coped and tried to let it go. I don’t know if someone took Oliver, if he is living in the wilderness, or something bad happened to him. It’s also hard to decide when to stop trying and looking for them. I really hate talking about the sad things in my pet’s lives but it is almost something you have to go over. Maybe writing it out can help too.