This is not a topic any humane and loving pet owner wants to address however, the truth is without empathetic folks like us illegal dog fighting will never end. The dogs that are rescued after a tip-off are frightened, nervous and some permanently wounded. It takes a very special human to gain their trust.
Mankind has been using animal fighting as entertainment as far back as the Romans invasion of Britain and surely proceeding. Lions, tigers, bulls, bears and yes, what most of us consider, man´s best friend the most domesticated of canines, the family dog.
In Roman times the Italians, especially the elite had a rather ostentatious vision of the role of the estates hound. The Canes Pugnaces, known commonly as the common Rottweiler was both a status symbol and a dog used for entertainment. Fortunately the entertainment in 43 A.D. and the entertainment standards now are very different.
Ancient Roman Dog Fighting
Fast forward to modern times. Illegal as it may be, dog enslavement and dog fighting rings are still very much a horrific global issue. Thankfully groups are forming around the world to help find these abused and neglected dogs proper homes. It is important to remember that adopting a shelter dog and adopting a dog who is known to come from an abusive background requires a very different approach. But help with financing can be found via mobile.
Together we can end illegal dog fighting. If you suspect a dog is being abused be sure to call your local animal welfare office or your community police. It´s never ok to abuse any animal. Some things in history are meant to remain there, and dog fighting is one.
My mum had me visit her friend again this week, the vet, not sure he is my friend as he does some strange things to me and injects me. This week mum wanted to talk about heartworm (Dirofilaria immitis) and the problems it can cause for dogs and what she could do about it. I think the recent adverts on the TV have got her thinking.
Apparently heartworm is a nasty infection that mainly affects dogs but some cats too. You get infected via mosquitos and apparently show no real symptoms for a while until the larvae matures, one of the first signs being a cough after exercise and also becoming very tired after exercise. My mum is concerned because I lived out in the open at the shelter the first 18 months of my life and there were lots of mosquitos. I sleep a lot and get tired very easily, but I am only little and as the vet says a little overweight!! My mum has been really strict with my food and no treats except for teeth cleaning chews but she was away for 3 weeks and my dad spoils me, oh he got into so much trouble when she came back but I like his treats !
The vet took some blood and we have to go back in a week but he thinks I am fine -so do I, but he gave my mum lots of literature and told her to read up and he would discuss what to do when my results came back but there are two types of preventative treatment, a topical one for the skin or a 6 monthly injection – I hope my mum does not choose the injection. I heard her telling my dad that prevention is way better than cure, I agree do not like the sound of being so poorly. Apparently us poor dogs can also get a few other ‘worms’ my mum has printed out a list of them with signs and symptoms from a really good site she found online although I get preventative treatment for most of them from her friend the vet so I guess other than being a bit fat I am fairly healthy, will know for sure next week when we (sigh) go again.
I have had a bit of a miserable month, I have been having my “season” not quite sure what that is but I am not a happy doggie. I feel miserable and uncomfortable and not been getting our long walks on the beach. Mum says that is because the beach dogs will not leave me alone. I may be small but I am fierce and if they bother me too much I will bite their nose but mum does not want trouble, so lots of little walks!! Mum also made me wear a funny outfit, now I know she does not like dressing me up so I was not sure why I had to wear these but she told me it help protect her furniture from my ‘season’. I am very good a keeping myself clean but mum has new furniture and carpets and did not want them marking. I won’t tell her but it was quite comfortable to wear as she had it specially made for me and I heard her saying she was ordering another one for me for my next season – apparently I have two of them a year. Mum orders mine from Glenndarcy dog Pants and they are really well made. Mum does not want me to have babies and I am to have an operation soon but as I was too overweight when I came to mum I have had to lose weight before I can have the operation. Apparently I was so cute everyone used to give me treats like cake and sugar cubes but mum won’t let me have any but the special ones she buys. I miss my cakes and treats but I like all the special cuddles and attention more.
I remember going for walks wearing a leather collar. Anytime I was distracted from my business, I could count on a quick yank to get me back on track. my neck got sore, and I felt like I was choking every time that happened. The one blessing was that I wasn’t wearing a choke chain. My friend, a Doberman, said that most pet parents don’t use choke chains correctly, but they eventually learn to snap the rings right at the base of the skull, as intended. In the meantime, walks are punctuated with wheezing and strangulation.
Last year, I got a new harness! Now, I walk wearing my muzzle harness, instead of a collar. I can still smell the neighbors and I still get distracted, but my reminders are gentler as I can feel the slightest bit of pressure when I need to get back to business. No more being yanked out of my skin! While I enjoy the muzzle harness, I really want a snazzy body harness. A body harness will let me bark, a little, and licking my nose will be much easier.
The best thing about harnesses? There is no friction on my neck, so my bald spots filled in and I have an uninterrupted, shiny coat.
Would you switch your pet to a harness, or will you keep using the collar and leash?
I have had an interesting week, I got a haircut and a present. Not sure about either! The haircut took forever. First of all mum gave me a bath, I don’t like water and mum doesn’t like me sharing it with her when I shake. Then we went into the conservatory and mum dried me with her hair dryer, now that was fun. Then she fastened me up so I couldn,t wander around. Then she put on her computer and kept going backwards and forwards to look at it. Apparently it was a lady giving instructions on how to groom me, to make me look pretty. Mum was saying she wants to learn how to do it properly but as there are no classes she is using the internet, they have grooming videos on there! My ears are now a lot lighter. Mum was saying she needs to buy some curved scissors, so my feet will look just as nice as my ears. There was so much hair everywhere, but mum had a small vacuum handy and kept cleaning it up. I think it was a good idea she fastened me as I wanted to sit down and then she would never have finished “grooming me” it seemed to take hours and I wanted my biscuits but she did keep giving me treats. I like them and she says they are good for my teeth.
My present was a Santa coat, neither mum nor I liked it very much but I did like the neck scarf, felt very smart wearing it. I don’t think I will be wearing the hat, nice and soft for lying on though.
Well I am not too sure about my new friend, Vet! Mum took me to visit him last week. We went on a car ride and she told me I behaved very well. I stayed on the back seat where I was told too, although I can’t see why I can’t sit on her knee, there is a much better view from there. Mum asked me to write on here does anyone have any experience with car harnesses? If so can they let her know which ones they would recommend, it seems she can’t find one she likes. So went to visit her friend Vet; mum told me I would really like him and he would give me my injections. I didn’t know what they were but they sounded really important. Well it was ok at first, lots of ladies came to pat me and tell me I was lovely, now who doesn’t like that. One lady even gave me a treat, well she gave it mum and she gave it to me – she told me it was special chocolate for doggies. Apparently the chocolate she eats could really harm me if I ate it so she hides it very high up so I can’t reach it. I had just settled down for a snooze when I heard my name called and we went into another room, it sort of echoed in there and there was this big metal table which mum sat me on. A man came in and he and mum chatted and I heard ‘important she has injections’ I thought that might be like the treats in the other room. It wasn’t! Mum and the man talked really nice to me and then he held my neck and I felt a sharp prick. It hurt and I whimpered, mum stroked me and said I would be fine…huh I am not sure and then the vet gave me something yucky to eat but said it would make me feel so much better. Don’t know what worms are but maybe he should give it to them next time instead of me and then he put something sticky on the back of my neck. To top all of that he poked in my ears and looked at my teeth. Nope not impressed! Then as we were going out the door, and I was thinking ” great all over” he said see you in 3 months for your chip!!. Oh no!!
I don’t hate my mum but I do hate having my ears cleaned. When I first went to live with her she went on and on about my ears. I know they smelt a little and certainly itched but they had been like that for a long time. Would mum listen, NO.? Going on and on about ear mites. So came about my first trip to the vets. I really enjoyed the car ride, as we walk everywhere normally – mum said I had to lose weight. My time in the rescue I never walked anywhere the nice lady always put me in a push chair when we were going out. I have now lost 2 kilos; I am 6kilos now only another 500 grams to lose. Back to the vets he told mum that I didn’t have ear mites but really really dirty ears. He cleaned them a bit, made me cry. Then he gave mum some special cleaner – she found a more natural one from the internet and she cleaned my ears every 2 days – but she never made me cry. I still have problems with lots of wax but nothing like what it was; mum says the cleaner really helps keep the infections away. I can hear better now as well, which is good because I can hear the bell on his collar when that pesky, err, I mean my friend Thomas tries to sneak up on me. Mum also had me chipped and I had some injections and blood tests. Not nice but important I was told so I would not get sick or make my friends sick. I now have my own passport so if mum ever decides to move back to the UK I can go with her. Mum says I have to write about my injections in the next post because they are very important.
When I first came to live with my mum and Thomas it was really scary. I didn’t know what was happening. This strange Lady (now my mum) kept stroking me and talking in a lovely quiet voice – even when I had an accident! I am clever she says because I only ever had the one accident in the house. I am so clever she thinks but I know I now have a home and you take care of your own den. Thomas and I kept very much apart at the beginning, I was afraid of him but he just watched me, didn’t attack me and bite me. Mum used to stroke him as well as me and gradually we could be in the same room together and now we are friends. My mum reads a lot from this machine she says it’s very helpful, she says this site gave her ideas to help me and Thomas be friends.
When I first came to my new home, I was a bit scared of everything, so many new things. My food came in a bowl!! Really I didn’t know you had to eat out of it. At the centre I had to hide all my food so the other dogs would not eat it all. I also had to eat quickly or they stole it. It took mum 3 days to persuade me to eat out of the bowl, still not sure why she was upset when I hid the chicken meat under the pillow – I thought it was such a safe place to put it. I know now, so I only hide my treats when she gives them me. I have a great place under the rug except that pesky oops friend of mine sometimes like to play with them to annoy me…I don’t mind sharing though. Mum sat on the floor with me every meal time and handed me my food, she encouraged me to eat it there then she showed me the food in the bowl. As I am clever I soon learnt. Mum was really clever too; she got me a bowl in a stand so my ears could keep out of my food. Go mum…