You might recall I shared our dog Hayley’s story about being diagnosed with diabetes a couple of months ago. Since her diagnosis, it has been very difficult to control her blood sugar levels. Although her vet, Dr. Beverly, has been diligent about Hayley’s course of treatment and implementation of her daily insulin, her blood sugar remains high despite us having increased her insulin doses.
Dr. Beverly informed me that since Hayley’s diabetes was so challenging to control, she likely had an underlying problem—and testing revealed that the problem is Cushing’s disease. Cushing’s disease is an adrenal-dependent or pituitary-dependent tumor that causes excess production of the hormone cortisol, along with a host of symptoms including increased thirst and urination, pot-bellied abdomen, skin moles, infections or flakiness, thin skin and loss of fur. Hayley’s Cushing’s case is pituitary dependent. She has gone on a daily medication that should eventually help control her diabetes. Just a few days ago, she began displaying symptoms of a urinary infection—a common effect of diabetes—and was given antibiotics.
Our little Hayley is having a tough time. There has scarcely been a week that we haven’t been to the vet. Yet through it all, if you saw her, you might never know she was sick. She is eating (voraciously), running around, spunky, happy—just like her old self. Her high spirits have helped our family absorb her diagnosis. She is the sweetest little thing, this little girl who came from an abusive past. She happily endures her insulin shots and pills.
I’m learning so much about Cushing’s disease and how common it is in certain breeds of older dogs. Our veterinarian has been so informative, patient and helpful over these past few months. He calls with Hayley’s test results and explains everything in detail, always willing to listen and answer questions. Hayley has a team of people pulling for her—and I think she feels our support.
Guest blog by ASPCA Volunteer Manager Julie Sonenberg, mom of one daughter and two dogs in New York City.
The holidays can be a stressful time for everyone, including your pets. Throughout the holiday season, human family members may have less time than normal to spend with pets, and there may be times when company comes over and there is a flurry of activity. During this hectic time, it’s best to keep an eye out to see how your pet responds and to give her the space she needs. You may want to use baby gates or keep your pet in a separate room to give them space during holiday activities. If possible, set aside time for one-on-one activities for your pet to enjoy, such as providing a stuffed Kong toy or special treat. Likewise, encourage guests and kids to interact with your pets in a way that they would appreciate.
We recently brought our two dogs to a big family event including eight children between the ages of three months and 13 years. It was a challenge to make sure the dogs weren’t given too many table scraps. Our dogs like being part of the action, but of course interactions with kids should be monitored. We like to show off a couple tricks they know and answer questions about our one-eyed dog (kids ask a lot more questions about this than adults).
We also attended a gathering with five two-year-olds. The host family’s dog doesn’t feel comfortable around large groups of children, so they kept him in another room. Knowing your pet is crucial to safe and healthy relationships with visitors.
My two-year-old daughter loves visiting her aunt’s house because we get to see her cat, but the cat sometimes gets overwhelmed by this little visitor and decides to hide. I tell my daughter, “We can look for Suki, but if she’s hiding it means she doesn’t want to be pet right now and we can wave hello instead. If she’s not hiding, we can go pet her but we need to remember to be quiet and gentle, even when you get excited.”
Another consideration is to make sure that your pet wears an ID tag. This is important year round, but especially with visitors coming and going, you don’t want your furry loved one to slip out the door. When you make plans this holiday season, just give a second thought to what your dog or cat may or may not like being a part of and plan accordingly. They’re part of the family too.
Guest blog by Joel Schwartzberg, a father and cat rescuer from Chatham, New Jersey. A nationally-published author and essayist, Joel works in executive communications for the ASPCA. Learn more about his personal writing at joelschwartzberg.net.
As a kid, I grew up with a string of great dogs: a loyal German Short-Haired Pointer, a handsome and majestic Collie and an incredibly smart black Standard Poodle. I never thought twice about where they came from, or why that might even be important.
When I started talking about animal welfare issues with my own 15-year-old son Evan and his twin 12-year-old sisters Mylie and Josie, they processed it as if we were talking about astronomy. To them, the points were mostly distant and theoretical.
Even when we visited animal shelters or spent time with PetSmart’s sweet temporary tenants, the origins of these dogs and cats never really intrigued them—as if all dogs come from Dogville, and all cats from Catville.
So one day, as we passed a strip mall puppy store for the umpteenth time on our way to the bowling alley, I impulsively stopped.
“We’re going to check out the puppy situation here,” I said.
“But isn’t this the place you said was bad for puppies?” Josie asked.
“Yes, but I want to see what it’s actually like from the inside. I think it’s important to know what we’re talking about.”
We went in, and the kids immediately gravitated to the front window’s cuter-than-cute puppies who were scampering, whimpering, and begging for attention. There were only a few other items for sale. This place was all about one thing: selling puppies.
Within my kids’ earshot, I approached a saleswoman.
“Where do these dogs come from?” I asked.
“Good breeders,” she said.
“How do you know?”
“We have a list.”
“Can I see it?”
“No—we only give that information after you buy a dog.”
“So I can’t simply see the list of breeders you work with?”
“No—but they’re good places.”
“Have you visited one?”
“Visited one what?”
“One of these breeders.”
“No,” she said, as if I’d asked her if she’d ever been to the moon.
I thanked her, then called for my kids. Twice. They were reluctant to leave.
Safely back in our car, I turned to them.
“What do you think happens at the pet store when someone buys a puppy from them?” I asked, trying to sound objective.
“They get another one,” my son said.
I nodded. “Those puppies’ moms are somewhere in a very small cage, pumping out puppy after puppy—as many as they can, for as long as they can—just to keep these places in business,” I said. “That’s what a puppy mill is, and the conditions there are usually horrible and cruel. Meanwhile…”
Evan interrupted: “There are lots of dogs in shelters who already need homes.”
“Desperately,” I said.
The girls said they felt bad for the puppies they’d played with, and I sympathized.
“Those puppies deserve homes as much as any other,” I said. “But that’s why we support pet stores that work with shelters to find homes for homeless animals, not those who mass-produce puppies to make money.”
As we talked, a large family entered the puppy store, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. If we’d stayed, chances are good we would have seen them leave with two things: a tiny, furry animal, fresh off the conveyor belt; and a piece of paper describing an idyllic Dogville from which it came.
As we drove away, our conversation shifted away from animal issues and to thoughts about Iggy Azalea and the merits of ziti pizza.
But like many of my own childhood memories, I hope this trip sticks with them, so that when it’s time to get a companion, they're adding shelter animals to their families, instead of adding to the problem.
Caroline Golon is a busy mom of two young girls and two rascally Persian rescue cats living in Columbus, Ohio. She’s passionate about animal welfare and creating happy households with both kids and pets. She’s a regular contributor to Vetstreet.com and other pet-centric sites. You can read more about Caroline’s adventures with kids and pets at her site, Crayons and Collars.
A mother’s work is never done—especially when it comes to caring for a multispecies family. Every time I turn around, someone has a pediatrician or vet appointment, needs to be fed, needs their medicine, has thrown up on my couch, peed on my floor or ruined something of value. Not that kids and pets are exactly the same (cats don’t require a college savings plan, for example) but let’s face it: there are some distinct similarities.
They are always hungry, but never finish their meals. All day long I hear, “Mooommmy….I’m staaarving!” from my kids or, from my cats, “Meoooow…Meow….Meowww,” which is basically same thing. Yet, once I prepare something nutritious and delicious for the little humans or felines to eat? They take two bites and then walk away. Unless, of course, I’m serving treats or snacks. Then suddenly, they’re bottomless pits.
They steal your pillow. Anyone with pets and kids knows that despite our best efforts, we’re going to be edged off our pillow and we’ll lose our blankets at some point during the night to a small human or feline bedroom intruder. I usually end up with my head on the mattress, with a small corner of the blanket for warmth. But the trade off is that everyone’s quiet, asleep and not making demands and hey, that’s worth the discomfort.
They wake up early—way too early. As if keeping me from sleep during the night isn’t bad enough, the kids and cats love to wake me up at the crack of dawn. I either pry open my eyes to see a curly-headed human staring me down or I awake to whiskers in my face, meows in my ear or the weight of a heavy cat lump on my chest. What I don’t understand is that it’s clear Mommy is a much happier person when she has enough sleep…yet no one lets me have it.
They just don’t listen. Cats and kids never do what you tell them. I have nothing more to say about that, because my cats and kids won’t listen anyway.
They always poop at inconvenient times. Cats and kids have this ability to choose the worst possible time to poop. Our cats have a litter box upstairs near my home office and without fail, every time I bring my lunch to my desk, one of the cats decides it’s time to use the bathroom nearby. Talk about spoiling one’s appetite! The kids seem to prefer to go when we’re on our way out the door (running late, naturally) or while at the grocery store. Both cats and kids love to poop when we have guests over.
The good news is, cats and kids have some other things in common: They are undeniably cute and oh, so wonderful when they’re ready for snuggles. These things have a way of making you forget the other stuff, don’t they?
Keri Matthews, a mom of two, has worked in the ASPCA’s licensing department for more than five years. She lives on Long Island with her husband, Tom, her children, Gabriella and Tommy, and their Greyhound, Clyde.
As Thanksgiving approaches, many families are gearing up to celebrate the holiday with their kids and pets. My family is starting to think about how we will safely incorporate our dog, Clyde, into the preparation and day-of festivities. This time of year, there are so many food hazards to pets in the home. And since Clyde is a large dog, he can reach the table and garbage pail quite readily. We will take the following steps to keep him safe before, during and after the holiday:
Take out the trash: Throughout Thanksgiving Day, we will empty our garbage more often than usual. Bones, chocolate, onions and other Thanksgiving food staples are all hazards to Clyde that will make their way into our kitchen during the festivities.
Food tasting: We will explain to our daughter Gabriella that we can’t give Clyde a taste of every food item we’re making for Thanksgiving dinner, but we can stuff his Kong toy with veggies of Gabriella’s choosing, a bit of cooked turkey and some gravy. Clyde will be thrilled!
Quiet time: We’d like Clyde to have an extra quiet space (other than his bed) while company is visiting so he doesn’t get too stressed out. We’ll set aside a few towels on the floor to give him another nook where he can sit back and relax—something we all hope to do this Thanksgiving!