• Re: Poor Sophie...

    From Daryl Stout@1:2320/33 to Janis Kracht on Thu May 18 03:59:00 2023
    Janis,

    Sorry if I've been a little absent fido-wise but it is awfully hard to deal with this. She is still so kissy and sweet natured.

    To many people, their pets are their kids. I've been there, done that,
    with the dachshunds my wife and I had during our marriage. Today (May 18) would've been my 20th wedding anniversary, had she lived. :'(

    The first time I met her, she had a female dachsund...a real b!+ch <G>, because she pooped on my shoe. :P It's a good thing the relationship did
    not end there, but that dog was obviously jealous of her Momma. :)

    The dachshund Janice had a few years later, was a male named Fritz...and
    he fell in love with me on first sight (tail wagging, licking, etc.). The
    day before I proposed to her, I had gone to her apartment for a visit...and she asked me if I wanted to take the weiner widget for a walk. Now, he had
    one of those retractable leashes, which I *ORIGINALLY* thought were great;
    let the dog go into the poop filled grass, and let me stay on the sidewalk.

    Well, I was holding the leash in front of my groin...that was my first mistake. Somehow, the leash came off his collar, retracted at full speed,
    and "popped me in the most vulnerable area" (can you say "nuts" to that??
    I knew you could <G>). I fell to the ground in pain, and she had gone
    inside the apartment, not knowing what had just happened. When she realized that I didn't go in with the dog, she came out, and was horrified to see me down on the ground (the dachshund had then jumped on the "jewels", and the look on his face was to ask "is something wrong??". My thought was "What do
    you think, Junior??!!" :P

    She helped me inside, now in moderate to severe pain, and I thought that
    I was in mortal danger, as males can bleed to death from an injury in that area. So, I embarrassingly had her "take a look", thinking that she'd drop
    me like a hot rock. I asked her "Do you think any less of me??", and she replied "I give you credit for your common sense. I would've called 911 if
    I had seen blood". I knew, right then, that THIS was the girl I was going
    to marry...and proposed to her 2 days later.

    One night though, she was asleep on the Futon, and he was at her feet,
    with me next to her. Fritz must've thought I was going to hurt her, and
    he started growling, and coming after me, showing his teeth, in attack
    mode. It was like you flipped a light switch, as if The Lord told her
    "Your husband is about to die at the hands of your dachshund". She sprang
    up, and screamed "FRITZ!! NO!!". I backed up, as he was heading right for
    my face, and popped him on his butt as he jumped off the Futon, still
    growling and snarling.

    Now, this woman, who was dead to the world just seconds earlier...is
    now moving as if Satan and the whole demonic hordes of Hell, are after her...screaming "In your carrier!! Now!! Move it, lard ass!!" (one of
    the very few times she used profanity). He nearly bit her, as she got
    him in his carrier, and she snarled "Overgrown four legged sausage ball!!".
    I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the police, as loud as she was screaming, as if WE were fighting...it was the angriest that I ever saw
    her.

    I said to her "What would you have done if he had gotten to my face??". Looking me dead in the eye, she said "First, I would've taken care of you. Then, I would have killed me a dog. I will NOT let an animal rule me in my
    own home!!".

    He must've understood that, as he then went absolutely ballistic in his carrier, barking, growling, snarling, and snapping for all he was worth.

    Janice looked at me sweetly and said "Excuse me, darling. I'll be right back!!". She had fire in her eyes at that point...can you say "royally
    pissed off??!!" <G>.

    She calmly walked over to the carrier, grabbed the small water bottle,
    and the high pitched training deal (she called it "Mister Blue Dude").
    She pressed the button, and squirted him, and said "I can take it longer
    than you can, Fatso!!". That stopped him momentarily, and she walked back
    to me on the Futon. Well, he still had his tail in a wad <G>, and it did
    not take long for him to start up again. She raised her finger, as if to
    say "Just a moment", and she walked back to his carrier, and did it again.

    Sadly, he became diabetic (quite common on older dogs), resistant to the insulin, and he went blind from glaucoma and cataracts. The poor thing was suffering, and we knew that "the only humane thing to do" was to have him
    put down. I cried like a baby for 15 minutes as I walked out of the vet
    clinic, but she was there until he was gone.

    Three months later, we got a new dachshund that we named Slinky. But,
    the first night we brought him home, I got hit with a severe attack of gastrointeritis (nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain). We called
    the ambulance, and took the dachshund to a neighbor. But,I re-homed Slinky
    the day my wife died, 3 weeks shy of our 4th anniversary...and never got another dachshund...because I couldn't afford it.

    I still follow "Crusoe, The Celebrity Dachshund" (search for that with
    your favorite search engine). He also has several videos on YouTube, with merchandise available for purchase.

    Daryl

    ... A male dog is truly an S.O.B. -- and he acts like one, too!
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  • From August Abolins@2:221/1.58 to Janis Kracht on Sat May 20 19:19:00 2023
    Hello Janis Kracht!

    ** On Saturday 20.05.23 - 18:31, Janis Kracht wrote to Daryl Stout:

    ...Most
    nights after forcing some of the meds down her throat, I
    end up crying myself to sleep - it is just too too painful
    right now to see her trusting eyes look at me, and then I
    have to force these meds on her :(

    Dogs generally can't resist peanut butter. Can you hide the
    meds/pills in that?

    --
    ../|ug

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  • From Daryl Stout@1:2320/33 to Janis Kracht on Mon May 22 01:56:00 2023
    Janis,

    That must be a rough day for you, Daryl - thank you for taking the time
    to reply to my message - it did help a lot reading about your dog(s)
    and your wife. Thank you for that distraction :)

    A male dog is truly an S.O.B. -- and he acts like one, too. <G> But, even
    the females can be real b!+ches...as noted, that first dachshund Janice had
    pooped on my shoe. :P But later on, she had males...because while they pee
    on everything to mark their territory, it's cheaper to neuter a male, than
    it is to spay a b!+ch.

    It is so hard to deal with all this, knowing that it is the only way Sophie can survive for the brief time she has left.

    To many folks, their pets are their kids. This one family in Maumelle, to
    the northwest of Little Rock, don't have any kids...her name is Karen, and
    her husband is named Lars (Swedish, I think). But, they have 4 males and 1
    female dachshund (all fixed). The males are named Baxter, Floki, Thor, and
    Gunnar, with the female named Torvi...and I think all of them are "Rescue
    Dogs".

    When the dogs "hump humans and each other", it's actually a "dominance
    move"...as they feel they are "the alpha male" or "the alpha female". Torvi
    apparently has become "queen humper", learning it from one of her brothers!!

    That night Fritz tried to assert such, Janice sternly told him that "he was
    NOT the alpha male anymore". <G>

    That is what I am expecting to happen here sooner than later. Most
    nights after forcing some of the meds down her throat, I end up crying myself to sleep - it is just too too painful right now to see her
    trusting eyes look at me, and then I have to force these meds on her :(

    As noted, I cried like a baby for 15 minutes the day we put Fritz down,
    but Janice and I knew it was "the only humane thing to do"...as the poor
    thing was suffering so.

    I will :)

    One of the things they had awhile back was a deal called "Weiner Airways",
    an airline espeically for dogs. It featured complimentary toilet water, with
    plenty of treats to snack on, and toys to play with. I love the memes that
    they have of dachshunds and other dogs. Here are three that come to mind:

    1) The birthday card for the lady notes that "for your birthday, I thought
    you'd like to see a good looking guy, with a nice weiner". There was a good
    looking guy, and a dachshund that said "You look wonderful today". <G>

    2) There is a fat bulldog (who obviously overdid it on the treats), who notes
    "I'm Trans-Slender. I identify as SKINNY". <G>

    3) On the way back from burying my wife in Florida in 2007 (after a service
    in Arkansas, so I got a double dose), I had taken Amtrak to/from there as a
    "bereavement trip". In the dining car, at the table across from me, was this
    young couple (the loneliness bug was biting severely), and the woman had a
    T-shirt on, which had a super fat dachshund on it...his belly was literally
    down to the ground!! Below the pudgy pooch, it noted "Dachshund Is On A Diet!!
    Please Do Not Feed!!". I could hear Janice's voice, as clear as day, saying
    "What Was Your First Clue??!!".

    Take care and thank you again,

    No problem...been there, done that, with losing the pets. When Janice died,
    I re-homed Slinky...as I couldn't afford to keep him.

    Daryl

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  • From August Abolins@2:221/1.58 to Janis Kracht on Mon May 22 20:24:00 2023
    Hello Janis!

    ** On Sunday 21.05.23 - 11:16, you wrote to me:

    My Vet told me _no_ protein because her liver and kidneys
    are failing along with some of her other organs (the blood
    test tells it all).

    Yeah.. sad to know this. Irreversable. The animal is simply
    progressing to death in a natural way.

    My dog gradually but steadily lost the strength of his hind
    legs until he simply couldn't stand up on his own or walk.
    During that time, he also had loss of appetite and was losing
    weight. I believe I shared my google photo album of Monster
    with you a few years ago.


    When I got desperate to get some of
    these meds in her I did put a really small touch of peanut
    butter on her lip.. then she licked that and it caused her
    to swallow - but that's it.

    I did mean just a bit of peanut butter to get help with the
    meds, but not in larger quantities or multiple times during the
    day. Glad to hear that the peanut butter helped.

    I'd usually cut an empty plastic peanut butter jar in half and
    let Monster enjoy cleaning out the little bit that would
    remain.


    ...But the first reason I even called the vet was because
    she stopped eating - and she still isn't eating ...

    Is she trying to lap up some water? My dog eventually found no
    joy in eating lying down. He'd take a little bit of water but
    not enough imho. The photo of him on his last day before I
    took him to be euthanized showed quite a bit of weight loss.


    Right now she's finished the antibiotics he gave me (thank
    god those are done), and she will get thyroid meds every
    day - it's a really small tab that I can slip in her
    mouth.

    Hope those meds can relieve some discomfort for the dog.
    --
    ../|ug

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  • From August Abolins@2:221/1.58 to Janis Kracht on Mon May 22 21:18:00 2023
    Hello Janis!

    Check out this song: Maggie's Song - Chris Stapleton

    The live version Miranda Lambert is quite well done:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PTcr33AAhI

    --
    ../|ug

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