A Room with a View

Over the years I have worked with many people who have designated a room in their house or apartment to the sole use of their animal, be it cat, ferret, or other furry critter.  It had never dawned on me to give an animal their own room.  In my mind, if you have a pet it should be interactive and part of the family and not sequestered away.  Well, I have learned a great deal since that thought process.  

What I have learned is that not all animals can handle the free reign of the home.  Nor can their people handle their animal’s free-reign.  When cats start peeing all over the new carpet, and ferrets eat the sofa from the inside out, and small creatures burrow in the dirty laundry it is time to get a grip.  Thankfully these animals are dearly loved and their people refuse to give them up to a shelter for bad behavior.  These people understand that animals are instinctual and if they were running wild their behavior would be normal.  But in a small house, there is no room for the wild side.  The solution… give them their own room.

Morgan, a 15 yr old boy, has three ferrets, Mutt, Rock, and Krypto.  They lived in his bedroom until his bed became theirs… literally.  Then the curtains somehow were shredded, then small suspicious poop surfaced under dropped socks.  Mom had a fit.  Morgan didn’t see an issue.  The solution was to make the back room into a ferret room.  They called me when they wanted to know how to make the ferrets feel more like they had their own apartment opposed to being punished.  Morgan bought several ferret safe toys and bedding for his little friends.  Then he moved in an old stuffed chair where he could sit as he played with the critters.  For added protection, he secured the window so escape was impossible.  I mentioned they would like a see-through door and sure enough an old porch door made from plexi-glass replaced the wooden one.  Now Morgan hangs out with Mutt, Rock and Krypto in their room as he texts his friends and chats with his girlfriend online.  Morgan’s bedroom is now less of a health hazard and mom is happy.

Cindy has an old orange cat named Butter.  When she first moved into her apartment 10 years ago Butter peed on the rug to mark her territory.  Then she would use the kitty pan.  Over the years, Butter would routinely make her rounds peeing on the carpet.  Cindy had the carpets professionally cleaned several times, but still Butter would pee on them.  Butter was also taken to the vet and given a clean bill of health so she wasn’t expressing a health issue.  This was an aggravating situation for Cindy because she could not have guests over due to the mounting smell of urine.  When Cindy called she was at her wits end.  I explained that unless the mat under the carpet is cleaned, the faint smell of urine will attract Butter making her want to pee.  The only real solution is to rip up the carpet and mat and throw it away.  Then using a special cleaner specific to this problem wash the underlying floor.  After it drys then seal it.  Once this process is complete you can put down a new mat and carpet.  This is a huge ordeal and does not always work especially if the cat has had free reign for a long time.   

Since Cindy was renting she didn’t want to invest in a new carpet.  The solution was to move Butter into her own room.  The spare bedroom was seldom used and would be perfect for Butter.  Butter now has two great windows to sit in where she can watch the birds.  She has the bed to lie on.  The bare floor is easy to clean, if necessary.  She has her kitty pan which she uses since the temptation of smelly rugs are not nearby.  Cindy put in a chair where she can sit with Butter while she does her nightly reading.  She also replaced the wood door with a screen door so every time she passes in the hallway she can say hi to Butter.  Butter no longer has free reign of the house, yet is very happy in her kitty room.  Cindy, after seeing Butter’s contentment in her new space went ahead and had the carpeted floors redone in her apartment.  She now enjoys an odor free home and is much happier and less stressed.  For these two, a private room with a view was the best option.

Granted not everybody has a spare room to offer their beloved pet.  There are many other options to help an animal live better in the home.  If you have a situation and can’t figure out a possible solution, before you give up your animal, please call.  With the help of your guardians and your pets guardian, we can most likely find a perfect solution that will make everybody happier.

A Single Source of Heat

  There is nothing better than a single source of heat to remedy a chill in the air or warm cold bones.  Growing up in an old farm house, I became accustomed to warming my backside either by the wood stove in the kitchen or the fire in the living room.  As soon as I would walk into the room there I would stand with back against flame soaking in the warmth.  I didn’t realize what a wonder this was until I grew up and found myself in an apartment with electric heat.  The heat came out of ugly metal things that ran along the bottom of the wall.  There was no backing up to these sources of heat.  I felt cold all the time.

  Shortly after Noah came into my life the landlord decided to put in a propane fireplace in the living room.  It was then that I introduced Noah to the wonders of a single source of heat.  Noah and I would curl up on the floor in front of the fire and nap, watch TV, eat, do work, everything within a three foot radius of the stove.  The heat felt so good.

Noah & Frodo in front of their "fire"

Now, in our strange, old apartment in Glenwood, I have a small heater.  But to Noah it is her single source of heat.  Every morning Noah has her breakfast and then lies in front of her “fire.”  She warms her belly and stays there until she is completely baked.  Frodo has learned her routine and joins her now in the morning. 

Whether it is a $20 heater, a propane fireplace or a real fire, a single source of heat brings great warmth to tired bones, chilled bellies and butts, and most of all it gives a wonderful sense of well-being.

Big, Bad Snake

 

Noah with rock-climbing sports doo.

  This is a story about a little dog surviving a big snake bite.  We were on the Wyoming border hunting for rocks.  This was a trip I had been looking forward to all year because there is only a short season to look for rocks believe it or not if you want to dodge the hunters, not freeze in the snow or get stuck in the mud.  It was a four hour drive with only one gas station along the way.  The rest of the area was wide open space… beautiful.
 We arrived at our spot and unloaded the kids and put on our packs.  For 15 glorious minutes we climbed up and over ledges, soaked in the expansive scenery and marveled at the plethora of amazing rocks.  I was in heaven.   And then I heard the distress bark from Noah.  A heart-stopping sound that only a mother knows.  I turned and saw Noah flying off the ledge followed by what looked like a four foot long rattle snake.
  Instincts kicked in immediately.  Like any mother saving a child, I ran between the snake and Noah.  The snake slithered quickly to its den just a few feet from my head.  We were on a steep slope with ledges above and below.  I scooped up Noah and ran to safety. 
  Avalon and I had left our friend Patty to sit and sketch as we went searching for rocks.  When I came charging down the hill with Noah in my arms I’m sure I gave her quite the fright.  Upon examination Noah was bleeding under her right eye and on the bridge of her nose.  This is where the fangs hit.  The first thing we did was pour water over the wounds to help clean them out.  Patty found an anti-bacterial towelette in her purse and we used it to wipe around the wounds.  Then Patty wanted to suck the venom out of her face.  I put a stop to that because I didn’t want to deal with two poisoned beings.  At this point Noah was shaking uncontrollably and her face was starting to swell.  Reality was that we were two hours from the closest gas station, four hours from home, completely out of cell phone range and naturally it was a Sunday afternoon, which if we could find a nearby town that had a vet, the likelihood of the vet being around was fairly slim.  I sat down with Noah in my arms and looked at the beautiful scenery.  It seemed very surreal, but if she was going to die, it was a beautiful place to die. 
  Avalon, having divine inspiration, remembered that she had Benedryl in her purse.  She ran back to the car.  Normally, if Noah has an allergic reaction to pollen or something we give her 1/2 a dose of the kids Benedryl.  This day we gave Noah the whole thing.  Then we all sat and waited.  I didn’t feel called to try and out run the venom on the back roads of Colorado only to have Noah die in the car.  We were in a very peaceful place and if it was meant to be it would be.
  A half hour passed.  Noah was still shaking and alive.  She was breathing steady.  Maybe it wasn’t a rattle snake, I began to think.  I had heard what sounded like a rattle, but everything happened so fast I couldn’t be sure.  Avalon mentioned it might be a hognose snake.  They look like rattle snakes and make a fake rattle sound by hissing.  All I knew was that a very big snake had bit my dog.
  Since Noah was still alive we figured we would head home.  The idea of searching for rocks was no longer of interest.  We packed up the car and headed south.  An hour later` I was hungry.  We had packed a lunch so Avalon pulled out the turkey sandwiches.  I knew if there was anything that could raise Noah’s head it would be turkey slices.  Sure enough she ate two little pieces.  This was a very good sign.
  Noah’s face and neck remained swollen.  We believe the Benedryl had saved her life by reducing some of the swelling allowing her to breath.  When we got home I looked up hognose snake.  They do look like rattle snakes so maybe it was, and they do have a venom that paralyzes their pray, which could account for the swelling.  Nonetheless we wanted the truth and to make sure Noah had the best shot for life.  We then drove yet another hour south to the emergency vet.
  The vet cleaned her wounds and gave her a shot of Cortizone and penicillin. Then sent us home with tramadol for pain management.  The bottom line from the doctor was… it was his first snake bite case in 26 years and he did not know what type of snake bit Noah.
 

"SNAKES SUCK!"

We returned home with Noah.  She was out of sorts completely.  We could see the blood inside her move slowly down her swollen neck.  After a couple of days it went towards her stomach where the swelling was pronounced.  But by the end of the week the swelling and blood were gone, she was her normal little self. 

  We no longer believe people when they tell us there are no snakes in Colorado.  This summer I have seen several of them and the next time I make it to that place near Wyoming I will walk with much more caution. 
 

Hello From The Family

Noah, Baxter and Frodo

Sylvie

Hi all,

Thank you for stopping by.  Now that I have entered the 21st century and have finally learned what a blog is, I hope to be sharing all kinds of great good things with you.  As before in my newsletter the The Owl’s Journal, I’ll be writing a little bit about everything so I hope you’ll keep coming back to this sight.  The information may be important to you one day. 
  And yes, these are my kids.  Apparently the Universe believes we have a color scheme happening in this household!