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Lab and Mini Doodle

Shadow is my daughter's 14-year old Labrador.  The Lab acted as a surrogate mom to our Goldendoodle, Holly, when Holly was a puppy,  Here is a YouTube video that my wife did with Shadow and her younger brother, Duke the Mini-Goldendoodle playing in our pool...

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Holly was not allowed to join in because she has been developing ear infections when swimming...

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My Toby passed away

It has been so hard, my darling Toby died while having a seizure on Dec 1, 2016, the day before my only grandchild was born (a wonderful granddaughter). I haven't gotten any dog since, and I miss the companionship-but my health is such that I will have to get a smaller dog. 

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Scout has crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge

It has taken me 7 months to be able to write this post. We had to have our  2 1/2 year old Goldendoodle, Scout put down due to severe aggression. We had a behaviorist working with us but it was determined by our veterinarian that "Scout wasn't wired right" for lack of a better term. It was a sad day for us because 80% of the time she was fine but we never had a clue when the 20% of aggression was going to happen. As she grew, so did the episodes of aggression.  Scout attacked me and then a couple of weeks later, attacked my husband while on a daily walk. Neither situation warranted her to protect herself or attack. Since I have young grandchildren who are often at my home, I couldn't take the chance of Scouty actually hurting someone else. Also I feared continuing to walk with her with the possibility of her attacking anyone. We were very sad to lose Scouty, especially at such a young age.

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Jake

With a saddened heart I have to say that my beloved Jake passed away a few weeks ago. He was taken too soon from us for he was only nine. But those nine years he lived like a proud prince, He touched so many people and so many people loved him. And he knew it. I can take comfort knowing that he didn't suffer. Actually was healthy as could be. We think his heart just couldn't keep up with his body or he had a stroke. He was fine one minute and the next just went limp and fell off the couch. Within five minutes he was gone. Never felt more helpless in my life. But he was surrounded by his loved ones and I know he knew that. We just comforted him and told him how much we loved him. Then a lot of tears fallowed for days. Couldn't believe how much our hearts hurt. My fourteen year old son was crushed. I felt so bad for his pain and I knew there was nothing I could do but let him go through the grieving process. He is doing better now. And my strong husband was brought down to his knees. He didn't say much for days and I knew I couldn't do anything for him but listen and hold him. I'm still grieving but in the acceptance stage. Thank you all for all the prayers support and flowers. We know Jake is up there in Heaven guarding the gates. What a welcoming thought that maybe Jake will be standing at the gates of Heaven waiting on us. RIP Jake. We will always love you my sweet sweet boy.

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Rest in Peace LIlly

Well here I go again. I had to make the hardest decision no pet owner ever wants to make. I thought was Lilly grieving when her brother Gus died unexpectedly 3 months ago. Sadly though it was more than that. She was diagnosed a couple weeks ago with an incurable brain tumor. Unfortunately she went down hill fast. My vet came to the house today and ended Lilly’s pain. My beautiful girl is going to be missed by many. She went from the nervous rescue when Linda, myself and Gus drove to Florida 11 years ago to get her to become an amazing therapy dog. She was the first “Paws to Read” dog with 2 of our libraries here in Charles County the past 7 years. The only relief I have is knowing she’s not in pain anymore and is happily running around with Gus again with Linda throwing the ball for both of them now. My house feels so empty now.

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A Goodbye to my Best Friend Buddy

It has taken me 4 months to be able to post on DK of Buddy's passing.  It came quick, and I know he didn't want to go.  He had things to do and Nosework trials planned.  This was the only way I could handle him leaving me, no lingering illness, just fun and play all the way to the end of his splendid 13 years of Life.  There will never be another dog like him in my life, and I cherish each and every memory I have of him, especially the sassy ones :)  Thank you to all my friends for loving him too...3356637385?profile=original3356637478?profile=original3356637715?profile=original3356637792?profile=original

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Honey 1 Year Old!

Honey turned one year old on Wed. 1/9/2019! She is a mini Labradoodle and stands approx. 14" at her shoulders and is approx. 16" long and weights approx. 17.4 lbs. Her hair is still as soft as when she was a baby, hope it stays that way. She is full of energy, loves the outdoors - even the cold weather. She is very social with other dogs and people that she meets.

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Powerful Story

Sad but heartwarming story... Toby is a young Cocker Spaniel + Poodle mix who lost his leg as it was shattered beyond repair when Toby was hit by a car. Toby was our foster and we found a wonderful home for him...
Toby's mom has trained him as a therapy dog and they visit our local Children's Hospital as well as working with the Wounded Warrior Foundation.

His mom recounted that during a recent trip to Chidren's Hospital, a little girl who had also lost her leg asked, "Does Toby cry at night because he lost this leg?" Toby's mom answered, "Toby used to cry but he is adjusted now. See how happy he is!" The little girl pondered that and then replied, "I guess that I won't cry anymore either."
WOW! the power of a dog!

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Rest in Peace my sweet boy Gus

Sadly my boy Gus died at the vet this past Monday. He got up that morning and seemed under the weather and wasn't interested in his breakfast. He was fine all weekend and I just thought he wasn't feeling good. I got a call at work from the dog walker saying Gus couldn't get up. I took him to the vet and they discovered his body temperature was dangerously low so they started to try warming him up and give him fluids through a IV. Initially they were thinking Addison's disease from the symptoms he displayed. While waiting on the results of blood work they tried to get some urine to test and couldn't get any even with a catheter. They were preparing to do a ultrasound to check why his bladder was empty(after being given a lot of fluid through the IV) he went into cardiac arrest and they couldn't save him. In the end they determined he had sudden onset acute renal failure. The senior vet told my later that he's only seen acute renal failure happen this fast only 2 times in his 43 years.

My other doodle Lilly has spent most of the week wondering where her brother is. She's slowly starting to get back to old self. We're going to take the long Veterans Day weekend away in Gettysburg, PA for a change of scenery.

Rest in peace my sweet boy. You had a amazing 12 1/2  years and are going to be missed by a lot of family and friends.

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Two letter difference

I saw a heartwarming movie out about the difficult training program for guide dogs for the blind, and follows a litter of lab puppies from birth to adoption.  Its called Pick of the Litter.  I told a friend about it, and she thought I said Pick up the Litter.

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Earth Animal No Hide Salmon Chews

I know there were discussions before as to whether or not these chews were safe, at the time we did determine they were safe. I have recently read articles that they are not safe, the advertising is misleading and different sources have determined these are made of hide....any thoughts on these? Toby loves them, always supervised, and only gets one occasionally. Now I am doubting if he should have these as I would never give him rawhide, and I am afraid now that is what these might be...

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Feeding an orphan puppy...

We are fostering a Maltese puppy who came to us from the San Diego Humane Society at seven days old.

The Humane Society provided us with the milk replacement that they use.  It is excellent and surpasses any previous milk replacer we have used.  

Of course, mom's milk is the best!  However, there are times when a lactating mom is not available.  The Breeder's Edge Canine Milk Replacer really has been doing a great job.  This little guy is lively and gaining weight and there have been no signs of diarrhea which has been a problem with some milk replacers we have used previously.

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At at about four weeks of age we will begin feeding him Royal Canin Health Nutrition Starter Mousse Canned Dog Food along with the milk replacer.  We have saved the lives of several puppies with this food.

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Second Opinion

Hopefully this post will find all of you in good health! However, if any of my friends on DK have any serious health problems and/or are contemplating serious (and possibly life changing) surgery, I strongly recommend that you get a second medical opinion before proceeding with that plan of care.

I had serious back problems. My back hurt me so badly that I could not sit up, I had to eat my meals lying down and a car ride was excruciating in the pain that it caused me.

The first orthopedic surgeon that I saw stated that she could operate but warned me that I would always be in pain and would not recover a normal range of motion.

My wife (who is a registered nurse who taught nursing at the college level) researched physicians and we decided on another one for that, all important, second opinion. That doctor specialized in minimally invasive back surgery. I had to wait for an initial appointment and wait longer for the surgery. Which is a good sign, I wouldn't want a doctor whose schedule was so free that he could see me the next day.

Anyway, on the day of my surgery, I could not sit up for the half hour trip to the hospital. My pain was so severe that I had to lie down on the back seat of our car. I was operated on in the early afternoon and the next day walked out of the hospital with just minimal pain and not needing any brace. The pain soon receded and I was absolutely fine. Here is a picture of me not too long after the surgery after I had caught this 40 pound roosterfish. That fish is one of the hardest fighting species in Pacific waters,,,

What prompted me to write this post is that a dog rescue friend was suffering from bone cancer which was centered in her leg. She received radiation and chemotherapy and a local doctor gave her the bad news that he would also have to remove her leg to save her life. My wife recommended that she get a second opinion at the University of California, Los Angeles Medical Center which has a wonderful reputation for cancer treatment.

They told her that: #1 the original doctor ordered the radiation and chemotherapy in the reverse order to which it should have been administered and that they could try to remove the cancer from the leg without amputation.

Anyway, she had the surgery there and it was successful. It appears that they were able top remove all the cancer and have given her a glowing prognosis for full recovery.

Always remember that half the doctors out there probably graduated in the bottom half of their medical school class. Get a second opinion for any serious health issue.

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Another Reminder About Xylitol

Hey everyone, long time no see! I just wanted to write because we recently experienced a really big scare in the family and I thought it would be worth posting a reminder.

My sister's 2 year old Maltipoo almost died this last week, after getting into gum inside of her purse while they were asleep. He ate around 15 pieces of the gum - it was Ice Breakers and the first ingredient is xylitol. They rushed him to the emergency vet when they found out what he'd done - and they kept him for a day flushing out his system, and trying to get as much out as possible. One of his liver enzymes was over 1000, which is liver failure (I believe a normal value is between 50-120). Eventually they were told to take him home and prepare for him to die. According to the vet, as a 12lb dog the 15 pieces he ate should have killed him and he was lucky to have made it as far as he did. They said there was really nothing else they could do but wait. They prescribed him honey to manage his blood sugar levels but beyond that they were told that they should prepare themselves for him not to make it.

I am so relieved and happy to say that he's still going, and the vet says the prognosis is much more hopeful given that he's made it a whole week now. She said there is a good chance he will be fine now and his liver will eventually recover. But it's been a very scary time and he's been very sick. Poor guy. :-(

It's just a good reminder to be extra cautious - even if gum is hidden away you just never know when they might be able to get into it. I believe that xylitol is now an ingredient in a few peanut butter brands as well - none of the mainstream brands that I know of. I believe the brands are lesser known, in the healthy or low calorie genre of peanut butter. So read the labels!

Let's just hug our pups and double down on being vigilant! 

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Chase Crossed the Rainbow Bridge Today

I haven't been super active on DK in recent years, but I know that some of the older members will remember my dog Chase. He was helped over the rainbow bridge today after a sudden illness. 

He was the dog that was sent here to teach me. We had a difficult relationship in the early years, a combination of his anxiety and reactivity and my inexperience. Over time people came into my life to teach me and as I learned more about behavioural problems in dogs and came to understand him more, we developed a wonderful relationship. The last few years of building trust culminated in recently attending a Barn Hunt workshop where his behaviour was impeccable. I'm going to miss my crazy little Chase-dog. Run free little man.

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Fireworks and Doodles, Oh My!

I hate fireworks. I am not going to beat around the bush and start by saying I only hate some fireworks, maybe just the loud boom ones. No, I hate them all. As a kid I used to watch them and later when I had kids, we would drive somewhere in horrible traffic so we could watch an hour’s worth of flashes only to have to try and get back home before dawn in the bumper to bumper traffic. It was never my favorite experience and knowing me, I probably offered bribes to my children to make it more worth their while to stay home than to go.

 

Now that I have dogs that fear fireworks, I really hate them. We live at the lake and had I known that lake living means neighbors shoot off fireworks for days….last 4th of July it went on for five days….I really don’t think we would have moved here. My daughter tells me I am getting old when I complain. Keep in mind, she is also the same daughter who has no problem saying, “mom, that’s not a good look for you,” on almost every Skype call. I have tried explaining that in order for me to look better on Skype, I would have to have ten foot arms and the ability to use them to hold the monitor a good distance away from my face.  All she ever says is,  “maybe dad can hold the monitor in another room.” Even my grandson now says, “Meemaw, show me your creepy face,” sometimes when we Skype. I make a big production of screwing my face up in all kinds of different poses, but I suspect with parents like his it won’t be long until he says, “No, Meemaw, make your regular face!”

 

I am fine being called old, but watching my dogs suffer during all the loud booms makes me sad and mad. This year I decided to get some medicine for Fudge to take the edge off of her anxiety, but realized after one night, that the vet needs to tweak the dosage because Fudge was stoned. And by stoned, I mean out of her mind. I had to bring her in from outside because she kept getting herself stuck under a washtub I have on our patio for growing vegetables. She was convinced something was just outside her reach under our fence and seemed to think pawing the space in front of her would make her imaginary prey appear.   Fudge also had the munchies. She is a dog that eats like a bird, but that night, she ate her food down so quickly that of course it made a reappearance later in the evening. She kept prowling around the counter where her treats were kept and I was afraid at any time she was going to jump right up on the counter to find something that satisfied her cravings more than kibble. Fudge also kept licking and sniffing Vern, something she never does, and walked right over a sleeping Vern several times when walking around the living room. If you fail to see something as large as Vern in your path, there is a problem. I didn’t know if there was some kind of “fifty shades of Fudge” thing happening or she really didn’t see him, but I knew right then Fudge would never get the same dose of medicine again. The next morning, after finding her licking the bed sheets and making a mental note to self to change all the bed sheets, I called the vet to adjust her medicines.

 

We have had almost nine days straight of fireworks and loud booms and we still have to get through the weekend. This means we have had nine days straight of trying to move freely around our house without a dog underfoot. Nine days straight of going to the bathroom with two dogs crowding into your space and making even getting to the sink a trek. Nine days straight of trying to find Fudge’s hiding place in the house and telling Vern he is a brave boy. Nine days straight of second-guessing whether we can go out for a bite to eat or if we should just stay home. Nine days straight of cursing our neighbors and dreaming of a quieter place to live. I can honestly say the 4th of July is now my least favorite holiday ever. My worst memory ever of a 4th of July incident at my sister’s party when some guy asked our daughter, Hayley, if he could use her fork when she was finished, has now been replaced by the loud booms of this holiday making it sound like we are under attack. I swear if someone really were attacking our house, I am pretty sure I could single handedly take them down just imaging they are the ones making my life miserable this week. I am not usually a violent person, but I have been shouting things like, “I hope someone sticks a firecracker down their pants and their horsetail blows off!” and “I’d like to stick a roman candle up their nose!” Nose has also been replaced with other body parts on several occasions. Can you tell I have been researching names of fireworks to see if they are all legal in our area?

 

Around here, it seems like this holiday is THE one. Two restaurants that we visited this week had closed signs when we got there saying they were closed for the entire week. A niece sent me a quote from someone she knew and I will clean it up just a bit, but it essentially said, “When did a one day holiday become an excuse for drunk people to shoot off fireworks for an entire month?” The answer is I don’t know, but I have had enough fireworks in my life this week to last me my lifetime.

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I'll start by saying that Belle, who turned 3 in June, has never had a problem with the booming noises (thunder, fireworks, even guns) that periodically plague our neighborhood.  She first came home in August, so by her first 4th of July here, she was already a year old.  I had been reading Doggy Dan's training advice, and convinced a number of (somewhat dubious) dog-owning friends to gather with us and their puppies in a large living room supplied with lots of antlers, Himalayan chews, bully sticks, raw veggies and some treats. We kept the dogs busy, and whenever the noise of fireworks sounded, we reacted with quiet enjoyment: "That was a good one;" "Oh I really loved that one;" "What fun;" smile, smile, smile, soft ha, ha, has .... We sounded like idiots, but the dogs remained relaxed and happy.  Ever since then, Belle has ignored most booming noises, although if one is really close and loud, she looks at me and I give her a big smile and announce how much I enjoyed the noise.  

Until yesterday.  We had suffered through several days of unrelenting heat, so we weren't in a good mood to start with. Belle was calm despite the incessant fireworks all morning, which stopped only when the storm started.  Then violent thunder and lightening went on for hours and despite the soothing dog music from You Tube, Belle huddled under our favorite arm chair.  She must have been bursting, but absolutely refused to go outside to potty during the short breaks in the tumult. It was still thundering and lightening in the distance when the evening fireworks began. WHO sets off or watches fireworks when lightening can be seen in the area??? It wasn't even the Fourth yet.  The fireworks seemed to stop around 10:00 pm so I convinced Belle to accompany me outside to her potty spot. Of course, just when she squatted, pop, pop, POP ..... She ran dripping pee up the steps, across the brick patio to the door, then straight to her crate in the bedroom and shoved her head under her doodle snuggle puppy.  I turned on the white noise machine and sat next to the crate, and Belle eventually fell asleep.  July 3rd was finally over.

Enter July 4th:  In an effort to avoid the heat and more fireworks, I took Belle for a walk at 6::50 am on the path between the Canal and the Delaware River.  Belle peed 5 times.  We were ambling toward home at 7:38 am when the first fireworks sounded. Belle towed me up the hill toward home.  I haven't run that fast since Junior High.  Belle ignored all the toys and treats I tried to distract her with, and inserted her little self under the arm chair again. Every time I thought the fireworks had stopped until the evening's scheduled shows, booms renewed from another direction (actually, I think some of the booms were backfires from the pickup trucks racing for some unfathomable reason up and down the hills near our house).  Rather than leave Belle home alone all afternoon, I decided to forego the barbecue with the "no-dogs-allowed" part of the family. 

I pulled the arm chair next to the computer and Belle climbed into my lap.  I was really bored with the You Tube doggy music, so I tried to interest Belle in some funny dog videos.  I thought the one of the golden retriever on her back bicycling with her rear legs in time with the exercise class on the beach was pretty funny, but Belle wasn't amused. I tried singing to her, but after I finished my repertoire of uplifting union songs (go ILGWU) and was on the 3rd go round of "How Much Is that Doggy in the Window," Roxie the Cat appeared for the first time since breakfast on the 3rd and scratched my arm.  So, enough singing.

By mid-afternoon, the booms had slowed to about 3 or 4 an hour and Belle consented to eat a few ice cubes with kibble and carrots frozen inside. She adamantly refused to go outside, but made herself comfortable on the arm chair with her backside on my lap and her head on my shoulder.  I wish I had told the groomer to cut her hair even shorter, as it was very hot.  Belle snuggled and I read my book about the marathoner who rescued a dog in the Gobi Dessert. Then, at around 4:00 pm, the fireworks gradually increased until, about 8:00, the main events began. I tried using the Doggy Dan "Oh what terrific fireworks, ha, ha" gambit, but after the past 20 hours of never-ending fireworks and really imposing thunder and lightening, Belle was clearly beyond that.  When I refused to let her crawl beneath my shirt, she returned to her refuge under the skirts of the arm chair.  When things seemed to have calmed down at about 11:00, I carried Belle to her potty spot then back in the house and directly into her crate and the embrace of her snuggle puppy.  Belle fell asleep to more white noise while I sat on the floor next to the crate, and finally, July 4th was over til next year.  I, however, can't sleep, worrying about how Belle will react the next time we have a spate of booming noises.  

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Hi we're new here :) come say hi!

Hi everyone! We are looking to connect with some doodles in the Eastern Washington area! Our boy Griffey loves friends and loves meeting new people and new doods! We are also looking for some advice regarding good doodle groomers and where we can find them...our city isnt offering much.  Griffey is the best dog.  He is a lover of life and just the sweetest boy.  Tell us about your doodle! 

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Floor Cleaner For Judy's Birthday

NOT REALLY FOR HER BIRTHDAY The purchase just happened to coincide closely to her birthday...

AND I REALLY DIDN'T BUY IT FOR HER Although she will benefit from the purchase...

All of our floors are ceramic tile - our rescue dogs are not always house trained so dog proof floors are pretty necessary. We want our home spiffy clean despite our dogs...

We use a Hoover Floormate to clean the floors which does a pretty darn good job dispensing the cleaner, scrubbing the tile and picking up the dirty water.  We have been using Floormates for years and couldn't maintain our home without one...

https://www.amazon.com/HOOVER-FloorM.../dp/B00CM220CK

The one area in which the Floormate drops the ball is in cleaning the grout between the tiles. We use a regular old scrub brush do accomplish this...

I asked at the Hoover repair shop if there was some better way to clean the grout and they suggested using a Koblenz Floor Scrubber in conjunction with the Hoover Floormate. The Koblenz dispenses the cleaning fluid and does a better job scrubbing while the Floormate picks up the dirty water. We could use a wet-dry vac for this purpose but the Floormate is really easier to use and we always have the Floormate set up and ready for accidents anyway!

https://www.amazon.com/Koblenz-P-820...70_&dpSrc=srch

I ordered one and I love it. My wife doesn't like using it and would rather continue to use the long handled scrub brush If one of her friends had suggested this, she would have loved it but.....

So I will be doing all the floor scrubbing - THAT'S REALLY HER BIRTHDAY PRESENT - Besides a nice dinner out that is!

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