Dog on the Blog: The Bonnie Saga - Part 5......... A Happy Ending at Last!

Mr. Gillooly filled the void left by Lloyd and then Lucas in Bonnie's life. He became her constant companion and it was obvious that she was enjoying Mr. Gillooly.


Mr. Gillooly enjoyed Bonnie, and he enjoyed being outdoors, in his own play yard, where he could bark at the chickens and smell fresh air and watch the goings-on at the farm.


And then one day it happened -- again! We found Mr. Gillooly laying still on the front porch of their cottage, Bonnie watching over him and once more a widow. Although it could not be said that his death was unexpected -- he came here expecting to live only a couple weeks -- it was still very sad.



It seemed so unfair that every elderly dog we placed with Bonnie predeceased her, leaving her old and alone one more time.

This is Clyde. It is a little hard to see in this photo, but Clyde was born blind. His eyes are just opaque and white -- no cornea, no retina, no real eyes.

He came to us just after Mr. Gillooly passed away. He had been running the streets of Corrizozo, New Mexico -- getting out of the yard where he lived. A local rescuer was worried about Clyde, since his wanderings often took him into the middle of busy streets, and Clyde seemed oblivious to the danger.


She finally got permission from Clyde's people to bring him to our farm to live, and Barbara personally drove Clyde all the way from New Mexico to Texas!


Clyde spent his first couple nights upstairs in the bed with us, as we try to do with every new dog. It was clear that he is not dog aggressive at all, and he is very loving. His blindness does not seem to phase him, probably because he was born without sight so he does not know that he is supposed to see!




Ricky and I both had the same idea at the same time... we need to introduce Clyde to Bonnie! And so we did.

Clyde eagerly sniffed Bonnie and his new play yard and wagged his tail. Bonnie was more reserved, as she has become throughout this process. I think she is becoming skeptical that she will ever have a long term partner again.

On Clyde's second day with Bonnie, one of our workers noticed a reddish brown shaggy dog out on Highway 60, sniffing along the side of the road! Understanding that it must be one of our dogs (or possibly one that was just dumped out there -- sadly, that happens a lot; local residents just dump dogs outside our gate on the highway, and leave, hoping their dog will find his way up to our house and safety!), he stopped his car and called Ricky.

It was Clyde! He had managed to climb up and over the fence in his yard! So Clyde came back in the house to live for a few days while we first raised the money to buy two more fence panels, and then Ricky created "toppers" for the fence in Bonnie and Clyde's yard out of those panels. It just adds 18" panels at a 90-degree angle to the outside fence. When the dog climbs or jumps, he hits his head on these panels, and cannot get out of the yard.

As soon as Ricky finished their yard, Clyde rejoined Bonnie and has not left her since!

Bonnie and Clyde are still getting to know one another. Clyde is somewhat younger than the other dogs who went before him. So we are hoping that Bonnie will have a partner for a while.

Today, I am looking out my window at Bonnie and Clyde in their yard. Clyde is more active than Bonnie. He is bark-bark-barking at a red and gold rooster strutting by their yard, while Bonnie watches with amusement from the porch. Later today, I know that Bonnie will join Clyde for a walk around the yard, as she has done with Lloyd and her beloved Lucas and then Mr. Gillooly.

I often wonder if, as she strolls her yard with Clyde, Bonnie's mind goes back to past months when she would enjoy this same routine with Lloyd, who had pretty much grown up with her and spent the majority of their lives happily playing and napping with one another.

Or if Bonnie still thinks longingly of the joy that Lucas brought into her life, her amusement at his playful old-man antics, the comfort she felt curled up touching Lucas' body with hers in the warm afternoon sunshine -- that in many ways, Lucas was the love of her life, found very late in the game, and ended far too soon.

Or if Bonnie remembers Mr. Gillooly and his funny rambling gait and the happiness that he brought into her life, after losing Lucas.

Bonnie is one of the oldest living dogs here at the farm. She has spent virtually her entire life with Ricky and me, moving from New Mexico to California to Arizona to Texas. She has seen a lot and done a lot.

Most of all, Bonnie is a survivor. She has had some very happy relationships with some very sweet dogs. She has had sorrow, and joy, but through it all, Bonnie has learned to accept what she cannot change and enjoy each day for what it brings.

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Dog on the Blog: The Bonnie Saga - Part 4......... Mr. Gillooly Intervenes

Bonnie had lost her lifelong partner, Lloyd, after twelve years together. It was a heartbreaking situation for Bonnie, and we feared we might lose Bonnie from a broken heart -- until the upbeat and affable Lucas came into her life, and helped her move on.

Bonnie and Lucas proved that love can be lovlier the second time around, and their relationship inspired joy in everyone who observed it. Although Lucas' death at his advanced age was not completely surprising, it was another tragic blow to Bonnie, whose heart had only begun to mend after losing Lloyd.

We quickly introduced Bonnie to Otto, a very recent widower. We hoped that Otto and Bonnie could fill the void left in each others' lives by the loss of a long-time companion. But before we could really tell whether this match was destined to provide the solace we wished for Bonnie and Otto, we lost Otto, too.

Bonnie had now had three partners and lost three partners in a six month period. We were afraid that Bonnie's little heart could not take much more.

But we also knew that Bonnie seemed happiest when she had a companion.

Enter Mr. Gillooly. He was talking to us when we took the picture above! Mr. Gillooly is another one of Laurine Murtaugh's elderly rescues from the Texas City Shelter. Laurine has a heart for the older dogs who are unable to compete with younger dogs when prospective adopters come to the shelter.

Mr. Gillooly was an ancient guy who was not expected to live very long. He walked slowly with tiny steps - sort of like Tim Conway doing his "old man" routine on TV! His back legs frequently failed him, and he sat down right where they gave out.

We took Mr. Gillooly upstairs at the farm house and he became an indoor dog. We expected to lose him pretty much any day. He seemed old and frail.

Then one day, Ricky left the door to the upstairs covered porch open for Mr. Gillooly to enjoy some sunshine and fresh air. The rails are several inches apart and it seemed safe to let him out there.

Ricky was working below the porch when he heard the "thud" hit the ground. Mr. Gillooly had somehow squeezed through the tight spacing of those rails and sailed down to the ground from the upstairs! Ricky dropped what he was doing and rushed to Mr. Gillooly's aid -- but before Ricky could reach him, Mr. Gillooly picked himself, dusted himself off and proceeded down the driveway, taking his tiny, close Tim Conway steps!

There were no broken bones, no fractures, no sprains. Nothing. Mr. Gillooly was completely unphased by his fall, and he didn't even cry out when he hit the ground.

It was that day when we realized a couple of things about Mr. Gillooly that we had not known.

One thing was that Mr. Gillooly really wanted to be outdoors. We thought he would enjoy some afternoon sun and fresh air on the upstairs porch. But Mr. Gillooly wanted more -- a lot more! And he wanted it badly enough to sail to the ground like the Flying Nun!

The other thing we learned was that Mr. Gillooly was not nearly as fragile as we had thought! He was probably a tough guy in his younger days, and he was still a tough old guy in his golden years.

We decided that Mr. Gillooly might just be a good match for Bonnie. When we introduced Bonnie to Mr. Gillooly, Bonnie was a bit aloof. I think she was just waiting to see if Mr. Gillooly was going to stick around, or leave her the way the others had.

For his part, Mr. Gillooly was happy and animated around Bonnie. He seemed to move more fluidly and had fewer problems with his back legs giving out when he was around Bonnie.

Soon, Bonnie was seen being escorted by Mr. Gillooly on daily walks in their yard, just as Bonnie had done with Lucas a couple months before. They had connected and become part of one anothers' lives. It looked like Bonnie finally had a partner again, and Mr. Gillooly had found his "second wind".

Or so it seemed.

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The Bonnie Saga - Part 5: A Happy Ending -- at Last!

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Dog on the Blog: The Bonnie Saga - Part 3..... Nothing But a Heartache

Lucas and Bonnie were happy together. For Bonnie, Lucas was a reason to live. She doted on him and hovered over him. For Lucas, Bonnie was loving company in the twilight of his life.



What we failed to see was how close to the end it was for little Lucas. Despite his myriad physical ailments and handicaps, Lucas was full of life and had a sparkling personality. Somehow, we just figured he would be with us much longer than he was.


One sad day, we discovered Bonnie sitting next to a still and lifeless Lucas, out in their yard. The end had come so suddenly and quickly, we did not see it coming. Bonnie was watching Lucas intently, as if she was waiting for him to get up and take their morning walk around their yard together.

When we took Lucas out of Bonnie's yard to be buried under the live oak tree, she sat perfectly still, watching as we carried away her Lucas. She seemed confused. And sad. One more time, her special friend had been taken from her, and she was once again alone.


We immediately went through our mental rolodex of which dog was older and alone and could become Bonnie's friend. We knew better than to leave Bonnie to grieve all alone, like we did with Lloyd's passing. We felt Bonnie needed a new friend -- someone to help her deal with her sorrow over losing Lucas.


We decided Otto was a candidate. Twice Bonnie's size, Otto was an Akita mix who came to us from the Texas City Shelter through Laurine Murtaugh. Otto and his lifelong companion, Erika, had lived with an older couple, who had to move in with their son because they could no longer care for themselves. The son refused to let Otto and Erika come with the couple, so they were sent to the shelter. Laurine knew they were not likely to be adopted because of their age, much less adopted together. And separating dogs who had been together for as long as Otto and Erika had been together would be criminal. So they came to the farm to live.


Just two weeks before Lucas suddenly died, we found Erika inside her cottage. She had died quietly in her sleep overnight. And from that moment on, Otto was alone.


We introduced Otto and Bonnie. Otto seemed happy to have a friend again. Bonnie did not register much reaction at that time. I think she was still numb and grieving the loss of Lucas.


But as time passed, it was clear that Otto and Bonnie were forming a friendship. How close a relationship they would have formed we will never know, because only a couple weeks after Otto moved in with Bonnie, he also died quietly in his sleep. Maybe it was just because he was very old and it was his time. Maybe losing his lifelong companion, Erika, was more than he could bear.

All we know for certain is that Otto was gone very quickly, leaving Bonnie alone again for the third time in six months.

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The Bonnie Saga - Part 4: Mr. Gillooly Intervenes

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Dog on the Blog: The Bonnie Saga - Part 2....... An End and A New Beginning -- Love Is Lovlier the Second Time Around

Bonnie had added a few years and a few pounds, like most of us old-timers. But she remained healthy and happy into her golden years -- until tragedy struck and her beloved partner of twelve years, Lloyd, died and left her a lonely widow.


We watched helplessly as Bonnie's appetite dwindled, and she lost weight as well as her will to live.

At about the same time, Ricky and I met Robert Cabral, a man of many talents who wears many hats, including that of a highly skilled dog trainer, a professional photographer and a devoted
rescuer. Robert lives in Malibu, California.

Robert was searching for a place to send Lucas (pictured above shortly after his arrival at the farm). Lucas is a Shar Pei/Pit Bull cross who had already lived the greater part of his life, but who still had a twinkle in his eye and enough personality for three dogs!

Lucas had more than three strikes against him, which kept him from having much chance at being adopted through the Animal Shelter where he lived. First, he was very old. No one ever knew for sure, but it was clear that he was a senior -- and a pretty old senior, at that. Second, he had cataracts and was losing his vision. And third, he had severe arthritis in his hip joints that made walking a struggle for him. And if all that was not enough, he was deaf as well!

Robert knew that Lucas had no chance of adoption, and he desperately wanted to save this sweet, gentle, old soul. We agreed to provide a home for Lucas to live out the final days of his life.

Little did we understand at the time what a fortunate decision that was, for everyone involved!


Robert raised some money, and then paid the rest of the cost himself, so that Lucas could fly to Houston and come to the farm. Lucas loved giving kisses. Here he is smooching with Ricky! From the moment we met Lucas, we knew he could have a friend and would benefit from having another dog around him.

As we thought about it, the idea suddenly dawned that maybe -- just maybe -- a friend like Lucas might help Bonnie get over her grieving for Lloyd.

So we took Lucas out to meet Bonnie in her play yard. Lucas was gregarious and friendly, just like Lloyd had been. Bonnie eyed him suspiciously at first, not sure what to make of this new dog come courting her in her own yard!

But Lucas' friendliness was contagious. It was impossible for Bonnie not to smile at Lucas and some of his antics, as he tried to win her over! Soon she was falling in step beside him, taking walks through their yard together.

Side by side, you could almost imagine Bonnie kibitzing Lucas, "Lucas, be careful where you step" "Walk a little faster, Lucas... You need to keep up." "Lucas, what is that all over your fur? Did you get some of your breakfast on you, and didn't even clean it off? What will you do next?"

Bonnie was being a crochety little old lady to Lucas' easy-going elderly partner... but you could see the bond growing between them every day. Whether seated on their porch together, or sunning themselves side-by-side in their yard, Lucas and Bonnie became inseparable, and each brought out the best in the other.

It seemed like they were both growing younger, instead of older. Bonnie was pulled from her grieving funk by this funny little old man from California, who brought sunshine into her days and contentment into her nights.

Lucas and Bonnie was a match made in Heaven... and Lucas gave Bonnie a reason to live once again. They reigned as the farm's premier golden couple. Bonnie and Lucas had found love and excitement at a time in their lives when most are just coasting. Love was lovlier the second time around!

Theirs was a happiness that made everyone smile... which made it difficult for most of us at the farm to see the storm clouds gathering on the horizon, or imagine the devastation that was to come -- all too quickly.

Be Sure to Read Tomorrow's Blog:

The Bonnie Saga - Part 3: Nothing But a Heartache

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Dog on the Blog: The Bonnie Saga - Part 1: The Early Years

Bonnie, circa 1995

This is the story of Bonnie, shown above as a youngster in 1995. Bonnie came from the Albuquerque Animal Shelter. In those days, Ricky and I would bring home mommy dogs and their newborn pups, because the shelter could not keep the puppies until they were old enough to place for adoption. So we would give the mommy dogs a home in which to raise their babies, until the puppies could be placed.

Bonnie had five puppies -- all girls, one of whom was born with an enlarged skull due to hydrocephalus. We named that baby Elise. Our vet in Albuquerque, Dr. Skains, was not sure if Elise would make it. It was clear that she would have some intellectual defecit due to her condition.

Bonnie was an excellent mom to her babies. She was very attentive and always knew what her girls were doing and where they were! Bonnie and the girls had the run of our living room.

As the puppies grew, Elise seemed to "grow into" her enlarged skull. We did not place Elise for adoption because of the uncertainties associated with her condition. By the time she was a year old, Elise had a normal-sized head and she seemed to have escaped heart and lung problems, which sometime accompany hydrocephalic dogs.

Although Elise did not learn things as fast as her sisters, she managed to play with them and enjoy her life in New Mexico.

Bonnie continued to nurture her baby girl who was "different", even after Elise was weaned and pretty much grown. It was as if Bonnie understood that Elise needed extra help.

Lloyd, circa 1995

Later that same year, Lloyd came to live with us. My son, Doug, is responsible for rescuing Lloyd.

Doug met Lloyd at a grocery store parking lot, where someone had been giving away puppies. Lloyd was the last one, so Doug took him and brought him home. The people told Doug that Lloyd was a Great Dane! As you can see from the picture, Lloyd was no Dane. Fully grown, Lloyd never weighed more than 50lb.

But what he lacked in size, he made up for in character! Lloyd was a really sweet boy, who always tried to please and never met a stranger.

Because Lloyd and Bonnie were both very young, we decided to introduce them and see if they would be friends. It was love at first sight for both! They sniffed and wagged tails immediately, and then started chasing each other around the yard. They would jump at one another, each engaging the other in play!

That initial introduction in 1995 began a twelve year relationship between Lloyd and Bonnie.

Beginning in Albuquerque, they later moved with us to San Diego. From San Diego, they moved with us to Arizona, and finally to Texas in the summer of 2005.

Through the frosty winters of New Mexico, to the year-round perfect weather of San Diego, to the scorching summers of Arizona, Bonnie and Lloyd were a happy team who adapted to each new home.

When they arrived in Texas in the summer of 2005, they settled into a comfortable play yard in the shade of a century-old live oak. Both Bonnie and Lloyd were beginning to slow down, by the time they reached Texas, and they were content to sit on the front porch of their cottage together and watch the other dogs racing around their yards and playing. Perhaps they were reminded of themselves, those many summers ago in Albuqerque when they were just pups, playing in the sunshine.

Like any older couple who have spent their adult lives together, Bonnie and Lloyd seemed to anticipate each others' moves, and knew what to expect. They would sometimes meander through their play yard, side by side, often stopping to watch a squirrel up in the tree limbs or to bark at a rooster outside their fence. Evenings would find Bonnie and Lloyd napping together in the green grass of their yard.

One sad day, about a year ago, we discovered Lloyd was having trouble getting up and walking. Bonnie was sitting beside him, looking worried. We scooped up Lloyd in our arms, and allowed Bonnie to kiss Lloyd good bye, as we took him from her play yard... and from her life.

Lloyd joined us upstairs in our bedroom, in the middle of our bed. We knew he had little time left, and we wanted to be with him when his time finally came. We lost our sweet Lloyd shortly after bringing him into the house. We were able to hold him in our arms as he breathed his last.

For Bonnie, things were never the same.

The day we took Lloyd from her, she became disconsolate and began a slow, steady downward spiral. You could see the sadness in her eyes, as she walked those paths in her play yard alone, no longer with Lloyd at her side. It just seemed like losing Lloyd was more than Bonnie could bear.

She ate only sporadically, and began losing weight. We tried to tempt Bonnie with special canned dog food -- dog food she would have dived into with Lloyd in the old days, but dog food which now held no special allure because she was eating alone.

It broke our hearts to see Bonnie deteriorating that way, and yet we understood her pain and her loss. We just did not know how to help her.

But as Bonnie was slowly losing her will to live here at the farm, events in faraway California were unfolding that would impact our Bonnie in ways no one could have imagined...

Be Sure to Read Tomorrow's Blog:

The Bonnie Saga - Part 2: An End & A New Beginning

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Good Bye, Clarice -- Our Special Girl

Clarice

2006-2008

We lost Clarice yesterday morning. I have been writing and rewriting this posting for two days, and I am still not sure I have the right words for what I want to say.

First, I apologize to our regular readers who come to this blog every day, expecting a new post. I have not been faithful with my posts, even understanding the importance of writing regularly, daily, about our babies. We have been so preoccupied with trying to find the magic cure for Clarice these past couple weeks, that I have just not been able to focus. I am really sorry.

Second, I want to thank the many, many people who read this blog and have offered helpful ideas and suggestions and prayers for Clarice. Many of those ideas were tried.

Clarice fought valiantly up to the end. The day before she died, we took her back to Dr. Stern yet again. She had lost more weight and was very weak. Her white cell count was still climbing.

One of our friends in rescue had said that perhaps Clarice had stomach cancer, and Dr. Stern said that could well be it. That would certainly explain the spiking white cell count and her inability to keep anything in her tummy.

Clarice kept her IV in this time, right up to the very end. We were able to keep her hydrated and give her vitamins and glucose in her IV. Our good friend Adele Mirshak connected us with a doctor and veterinary consultant in Illinois who practice holistic medicine for dogs. Laura Loder send us an entire box of holistic treatment materials for Clarice.

And Ricky and I both continued to hold Clarice and talk to her and stimulate her. We took her for short walks around the bedroom several times a day, believing that it was good for her to keep exercising.

But at the end, we both told her, separately and individually, that we loved her and that we did not want her to continue to suffer for us. We told her it was ok to go now if she was hurting, and we would always love her and feel her special presence with us.

We wanted her to live, if there was any miracle that could make that happen. She had a special little dance she did when she got excited, and Ricky always called Clarice his little hula dancer. We wanted so much to see her dance again.

But we also wanted to give her permission to leave, if that was the best thing for her. We loved her too much to ask her to keep suffering here.

Clarice left us at 10:37 yesterday morning, October 2. The pain and sorrow of her loss is etched indelibably on our hearts. This is a hurt that never ends.

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Dogs on the Blog: Updates

Romeo & Juliet

Romeo and Juliet came to the farm, after being rescued from wandering the streets of Houston. Juliet was very pregnant when she arrived here.

These were their babies just after they opened their eyes. When they were old enough, they went to Kim Fairchild and Shelter2Rescue in Dallas. We are pleased to report that two of the six sibblings have already been placed by Kim and her organization!

Here are two of the four remaining babies today! What a difference! Do you think the one baby resembles his daddy? Kim is working to find good homes for these remaining babies.



Sophie Babies

These three pups were born to Sophie, soon after she arrived. They were about 6 weeks old in this picture above. There was one boy and two girls. We are please to report that the smaller girl has already been placed for adoption through Princess Annie's Clan. Dodee still has the larger girl and Julie has Clinton, the boy.

Check out Clinton today! Is he not beautiful! He is shown here on Julie's lawn smiling for the camera! Julie is still looking for the right home for Clinton.

Sammy

This was the best photo we could get of Sammy as a baby. He was probably 8 or 9 weeks old in this picture. Sammy and his brother, Joey, are with Dodee from Princess Annie's Clan in Houston. Sammy was painfully shy and fearful of people when he went to live with Dodee.

Just look at Sammy today! You can see his new confidence! Dodee has worked wonders with little Sammy, getting him house trained and leash trained and ready for adoption. She has had more than one family interested in him, but so far no one whom Dodee feels is a good match.

One of the things I appreciate about our adoption partners is that they search to find the right family for our babies, and don't just settle for the first person to come along! We are very pleased with the progress of our New Directions Adoption Program, and our Adoption Partners!

Clarice

I wish I had a better report on Clarice. Sadly, she is not getting better.

Since my last report on Clarice, she has been given Barium X-Rays to determine if there is still part of the collar she chewed up inside her somewhere. The Barium will glow on the X-Ray and clearly show any foreign objects inside her.

She had two X-Rays last Friday, and then she went back Saturday morning for a third, to confirm that the Barium was completely out of her system, and had not identified any objects in her intestines.

The Barium X-Rays were a good idea, because they confirmed that there is nothing left of her collar inside her. We were able to avoid risky exploratory surgery.

Unfortunately, it means that she is losing weight and going downhill for some other reasons.

Our good friend Adele Mirshak came all the way to Wharton to share some holistic remedies with us for Clarice. And Dr. Stern has her on an antibiotic and prednisone, because he is now thinking that it may be some kind of immune response where her own body is attacking her.

Clarice's blood work shows that her white cells continue to climb... on today's blood work, that number was up to 56,000, way above normal ranges and more than double what it was a week ago. Dr. Stern changed antibiotics today, hoping that a different strain will take on whatever bacteria is causing her elevated white count.

Clarice is also anemic. Her weight is down to 23 lb. from 27 lb. a week ago from 35 lb. when she was not sick.

Dr. Stern used a feeding tube and got an entire can of Science Diet ID into her, which she has kept down all day. And he gave her a shot to reduce nausea and vomiting.

She is on an IV to keep her hydrated.

But Clarice is beginning to lose muscle control. She is no longer strong enough to stand up on her own.

Ricky and I believe that this is genetic because it is almost exactly what her sister died of a year ago. Clarice has had "spells" before where she lost weight and would not eat, but she has always bounced back. We are just not sure she will bounce back this time.

She is in our bed, now, and we will keep her close to us. We are hoping for a miracle so that Clarice can be with us a little longer.

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Dog on the Blog: Update on Clarice

Clarice returned to Dr. Stern's office today for another X-ray. The purpose was to see if the mass had possibly moved, or if it was still showing up in the exact same place.

The mass from Saturday's X-ray was no longer there. Which could mean that the mass was undigested food still in her tummy on Saturday. Or it could mean that the nylon material that comprises a dog collar is not easily visible on an X-ray.

Because Clarice has had instances in the past where she would lose a significant amount of weight in a very short time for no obvious reason, it is possible that this is not in any way related to the collar she chewed up. This could just be another one of Clarice's "spells".

Dr. Stern does not want to operate on Clarice unnecessarily. If her current condition is being caused by a piece of her collar in her tummy, then we will have to risk the surgery to remove it. But if what she is going through is not connected to the chewed up collar from a month ago, then operating on her at a time when her body is already under great stress could prove fatal to Clarice.

So Dr. Stern wants to be certain that there is something inside her stomach that needs removing before her performs surgery on her.

Dr. Stern has sent Clarice's X-rays to Dr. Quick, a radiologist in Sugarland who may be able to see something in the X-rays that Dr. Stern is not seeing. We are hoping for a definitive interpretation of the X-rays so that we can make good choices for Clarice's health care.

Clarice is still active and she has not become dehydrated again, after being on an IV over the weekend (until she chewed it out!).

We are hoping Dr. Quick will have the answers for us, so that we can make good plans for Clarice.

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Dog on the Blog: Clarice Came Into the World With Two Strikes Against Her

This is Clarice. She arrived at the farm, still tucked safely inside her mommy, Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea had been roaming the streets of Boling, a small community near by, and was very pregnant when she came to live here. Shortly after arriving, Sweet Pea delivered six babies, including Clarice.

Sweet Pea is a white, blue eyed pit bull who is also deaf. So Clarice did not start from a strong gene pool to begin with. We know nothing of her daddy, but he must have had genetic issues as well.

Just a week into their lives, the Sweet Pea pups began having serious medical issues. Ironically, Clarice was the first baby to be rushed to the vet. It was clear she was not thriving like her sibblings, and we were worried. Her trip to the vet would be repeated over and over and over -- with her and her sibblings. As one baby would start to come around, another would get sick.

The Sweet Pea babies were overly susciptible to mange and other skin infections.

We lost Danny Boy and Patches as babies -- less than 6 months old, in spite of their constant vet care. Bruiser and Sambo appeared to have outgrown their frailty and grew to be almost a year old when suddenly one died, and then the other less than a month later. The vet was unable to find any reason he could diagnose for either death.

That left Clarice and Little Sister as the survivors.

(Clarice is posing here with Alfried, on the bed!)

But both girls were very prone to mange and both girls would go through periods when their body weight would just plummet, regardless of what we did to try to get weight back on them. Special diets and diet supplements did no good. One girl would come out of it and start to put weight back on, and then the other girl would go into a nosedive and lose half her body weight.

The vet was never able to diagnose what caused this peculiar behavior.

About nine months ago, Little Sister was in one of those nosedives. She lost body weight in spite of vitamin supplements and special foods. She went to the vet twice and he put her on an IV both times, but even that was not enough. Unlike the other times this had happened to her, Little Sister did not pull out of it and one night, in the early morning hours, she died in our arms in the middle of our bed.

From that day forward, we have been very conscious that Clarice is the last surviving Sweet Pea baby. Because of her frail immune system, she lives full time in our bedroom. She only goes outdoors when she is going to the car to see the vet. We are afraid she will contract a disease or a parasite outside that may kill her, because she is too weak to fight them off.

Up until about a month ago, Clarice had been thriving. She had become almost overweight. She was big and solid and healthy.

Then one day she managed to get out of her collar somehow, and she chewed it up and swallowed part of it. She began "spitting up" like an infant. She would not vomit volumes, but just a tiny bit. And she would do that over and over.

We took her to Dr. Stern who X-rayed her and thought he could see a mass inside her tummy. The decision was made to wait and see if the collar worked its way through her.

We took her back last Saturday because she has been losing weight and is still urping up small amounts of vomit. Dr. Stern X-rayed her again, and he could still see the mass, although it was in a slightly different part of her tummy. He recommended exploratory surgery this morning, because Clarice is slowly starving to death, because whatever is blocking part of her tummy is not allowing all her food to digest and be used.

Our fear was that Clarice might not be strong enough to take the invasive assault on her body from surgery. Dr. Stern had suggested a specialist who might be able to use an endoscope to go down through her esophagus, snag the lump in her tummy, and pull it back through her throat, so that she would not have to go under the knife.

But the handful of Houston area doctors who work with endoscopes are all very expensive... and the ones I talked to seem to be convinced that endoscope will not work in this case.

That means Clarice's only chance is to undergo surgery to remove whatever she swallowed that is showing up in that X-ray.

We will be talking to Dr. Stern again in the morning to see what he thinks we should do.

To Be Continued...

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Dog on the Blog: Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, la la la la, Lola...

We met her in a park in San Diego... but there is no question -- our Lola is a girl! A very sweet girl, too, considering all that has happened to her over the years.

The year was 1998, and Ricky and I had rental properties in San Diego. Our tenants rescued Lola from a biker-dude who had tied her to his motorcycle and pulled her behind the bike. It is a picture too gruesome to imagine. Cheryl and Debbie fought for Lola, paid for her medical care and took her home with them. We met the girls, with Lola, at one of San Diego's dog parks.

Cheryl and Debbie already had two dogs, but Lola fit in pretty well at first. However, as she became more comfortable, Lola began to fight with one of their dogs. At first the fights were minor, but soon they became scary.

So Debbie and Cheryl placed Lola with a friend of theirs, whom they trusted would take good care of her. They were wrong.

When Lola started fighting with his dog, he took Lola to the shelter in San Diego! Ricky and I just happened to bump into Cheryl and Debbie one Friday night in the Hillcrest section of San Diego, and they mentioned that their "friend" had taken Lola to the shelter!

Next morning, I went over to the shelter, located Lola and bailed her out. She came home with us and has been with us ever since.

In San Diego, Ricky and I lived in a small Craftsman bungalow in North Park. That is -- Ricky and I and 20+ dogs lived there! Lola became friends with Alexander Hound, who had a lot of bully breed in him, just like Lola. They were fast friends.

In those days, we fed our babies when they were out in one of the yards. When Alexander and Lola went outside, there was a protocol that we observed. Alexander goes out first, he chooses which bowl is his, and then Lola follows, and she takes the remaining bowl.

And all went well -- until we forgot that protocol one day!

Ricky was home alone with the dogs. I was called to jury duty that day. Ricky was the one who routinely put out Lola and Alexander, which makes it harder to understand what happened that fateful day that he confused the order. Ricky put out Lola first, that morning. She chose a bowl and began to eat. Alexander followed her outside. But unlike Lola, who would just claim whichever bowl was left, Alexander decided that Lola was eating from his bowl. And he would not tolerate that!

He looked at her. She looked at him. He made the first move, Lola responded in kind and Ricky had a full blown dog fight on his hands. Alone. With no one else there to help break it up!

He figured the best way was to bring one back into the house. He was able to grab Lola and get her out of Alexander Hound's grip. But as Ricky picked up Lola, Alexander Hound jumped to get Lola. Ricky used his hand to try to deflect Alexander.

And that is when it happened.

Alexander Hound's powerful jaws clamped onto Ricky's finger, instead of Lola. As soon as Alexander understood what he had done, he let go and looked very sad and ashamed. Ricky managed to get Lola into the house. But his finger was in bad shape.

He drove himself to Sharp Hospital.

I finally got his voice mails, telling me he was at the hospital, after I had been dismissed as a potential juror. (I was juror number 9 in the first wave of potential jurors. When the attorneys questioned me, I told them that I did not see why we would spend a lot of time on this trial. It seemed pretty simple to me. Either the young man at the defendant's table did in fact sell drugs to the undercover officer, or he didn't. I didn't figure it would take lot of taxpayer time and money to get to the bottom of that. And for some reason, both sides decided they would prefer not to have me on the jury!) I rushed to Sharp Hospital and got to talk to the surgeon who would be working on Ricky's finger.

Alexander Hound did not have many teeth, at that stage in his life. But he still had a powerful jaw. So powerful that it crushed the bones in Ricky's finger. The bone was not broken into two or three pieces -- it was crushed into many tiny shards of bone! The surgeon was a plastic surgeon, who would go in and reconstruct the bones as best he could.

Ricky spent four days in the hospital, with an antibiotic IV the entire time. When he was able to come home, his finger, and hence his hand, was pretty much useless. For another nine months, Ricky went to a physical therapist who did his best to get Ricky's finger to move normally.

But that never quite worked out, either. To this day, his finger sort of juts off into space, at a peculiar angle. It does not bend all the way. But he has learned to compensate for it.

When we left San Diego for Arizona in 2004, Lola became a desert dog. She merrily played in her play yard chasing lizards and barking at the Javelina Hogs who would roam the desert, and stop by our property on their journeys. One day, I noticed that Lola was coughing. We figured it was the sand and the dry climate. When it persisted, we thought that somehow she must have gotten kennel cough, because the cough sounded like that. We put her on Amoxicillin as supportive therapy to help her body's immune system knock out the kennel cough.

But Lola did not get better. In fact, she began losing weight and looking frail and tired. We knew it was time to take her to the vet to see if he had better meds or better ideas for knocking out her kennel cough or her cold or whatever it was she was fighting.

We were shocked when the vet diagnosed Valley Fever. We had never heard of it, and had to go on a quick learning curve to understand it. We learned that Valley Fever is caused by spores in the earth. Sometimes rain can stir it up, or even dogs digging in the sand can bring it to the surface. Once those spores are inhaled, the dog -- or person... humans can get Valley Fever, too! -- becomes permanently infected with the disease.

Lola was our first exposure to Valley Fever. Fortunately, she responded well to the drug, Fluconazole, which is highly effective in controlling the disease. Lola will never be "cured", but once the Fluconazole did its work, Lola was symptom free and has been for four years, now. If we see signs that the dormant Valley Fever is becoming active in her again, we will just put her back on a Fluconazole regime.

Valley Fever is a hard disease to diagnose because it is often missed on the test given for it. Our Casa Grande vet used to tell us that if a dog is showing symptoms that could only be explained by Valley Fever, we should just assume he has it and treat him with Fluconazole.

Another reason it is hard to diagnose is that it manifests itself differently in each dog. In Lola's case, her involvement was entirely respiratory, affecting only her lungs. But in other dogs, it created different symptoms. Tasha (see blog, September 6, 2008) developed a large growth on her throat that was wet and slimy. Andy developed a permanent twisting of his neck to the left, and he could not move it at all. And he was in excruciating pain most of the time.

Lola was lucky to have a doctor who recognized Valley Fever in her and treated her before her lungs were permanently damaged.

Today, Lola is one of the older, respected members of Smilng Dog Farms. She has lost some of the bounce in her step, as old age has crept up on her. She has survived her old buddy, Alexander Hound, whom we lost to old age about seven months ago.

Our Lola has had a colorful and eventful life, and she is still going strong, barking at the roosters who walk by her yard. She still likes to have her tummy rubbed when it is her turn to sleep in the bed with us.

Lola is a survivor.

Jay Hellerich, executive director
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Pig on the Blog: Virgil is Just Misunderstood!

Virgil is the newest resident of Smiling Dog Farms. He is a potbellied pig. He was raised from a baby by a family who could not keep Virgil inside his pen.

When Virgil would escape, he would gleefully run toward the first human he saw -- which prompted fear and trepidation in his nervous neighbors! They thought he was "charging" them.

Actually, he was saying "Hi, will you please pet me?" There is nothing aggressive at all about Virgil. You can see in this photo that he is particularly fond of Entennman's chocolate covered donuts. Virgil will take each piece of donut that is offered him very politely. He does have some rather large teeth, but he never uses them to bite people!

Sometimes, Virgil will nudge you with his nose. He is not trying to harm you. He wants you to pet him and fuss over him. But his neighbors just did not understand.

Neither did the police. The authorities were afraid of Virgil, too. They did not understand that he just wanted to be loved. His family was told that if they could not keep him inside his pen, they would have to get rid of Virgil. The police said they might shoot him if he got out again.

So his family asked if he could come live at the farm. Of course, we said "yes". Virgil is currently living in a dog housing unit until we can build him a pen of his own.

We are afraid to put him with Josephine, our full size pig, because she outweighs him several times over. There might be a tussle over food. Or Josephine could hurt Virgil just because of her size.

And we are afraid to put him with Mamie and Ike, our two potbellied pigs, because they are accustomed to each other, but we don't know how they would accept a new member of their group. Sometimes, pigs will attack a new member introduced into their group. And since there are two of Mamie and Ike and only one Virgil, we did not think the odds were fair.

So Virgil will live alone for a while, until we can figure out if Ike and Mamie will accept him. We will build his new pen next to theirs, so they can sniff at each other and "talk" through the fence.

Because Virgil is so people-oriented, and is probably able to live inside the house without a lot of training, we are also looking for a possible adoptive placement for him. Virgil would make a great companion animal. He loves to be petted, he rides well in the car, he is gentle with people.

Virgil posed for this picture. He misunderstood the name of the farm. He thought we said Smiling Pig Farms, so he posed for a smiling pig picture!

Jay Hellerich, executive director
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Celebrating at Smiling Dog Farms...

I am writing this a little early in the day because I am looking out the home-office window at the sun, as it is setting in the western sky! It seems impossible that a day ago we were anticipating the worst as Hurricane Ike hurtled across the Gulf toward us.

I wrote last night that it seemed like we had dodged the bullet. Today I can confirm that!

Everyone here at the farm is celebrating that the storm missed us. Jacqueline decided to dress up in her pink summer sun dress, wearing the strap provocatively low on her shoulder!

As the night passed and the hurricane relentlessly pressed across Galveston Island and then up into Houston, we were fortunate to have only a few mild rain showers, and an occasional wind gust. We lost our power very briefly around 2:00 AM -- but the generator turned itself on and in less than half an hour, we were back on the power grid. So we never skipped a beat.

This morning, the extent of the damage to the farm consisted of one tree completely knocked down and one tree with a major limb torn off. Other than leaves and twigs scattered across the property, that was the only damage!

The day dawned clear and dry. Clarence, our team leader, came in early on his day off and did a quick tour of the property. All was well everywhere. For the animals, it was an uneventful night like any other.

We are very grateful that we were spared. We realize that many of our friends in Houston and Galveston and other parts of the state did not fare as well as we did. Our hearts go out to those whose homes were damaged or destroyed, or who will live without electricity for several weeks as the massive damage from Hurricane Ike is repaired.

Jay Hellerich, executive director
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wharton, texas
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