|JANUARY 2000 | Subscribers: 4,296 | Issue No: 019 - 19th Edition | 2000© All Rights Reserved|
MALTESE RESCUE CONTACT
DEDICATED TO PEOPLE IN RESCUE
BUDDY'S GOSSIP COLUMN
NEW ADDITIONS TO THE FAMILY
LIBBY'S CHATROOM SCHEDULE
BUSTERS PRODUCT OF THE MONTH
JUST FOR FUN
BAMBI'S "PUP-POURRI" OF DOG TRIVIA
SMILES FROM OUR WHITE FURBABIES
Your Capricorn Maltese who is normally reserved an aloof seems to get a new leash on life. He/she wants to hop, skip and jump and is more demonstrative and affectionate than usual. Be sure to reward your Maltese with lots of treats, a new toy and of course, plenty of exercise and a wide variety of enjoyable activities.
Happy Birthday from MalteseOnly
SuzieQ's Bingo 1/1
I will get back to updating the photo album soon......
(Special Note: If your photo has not been posted please be patient. I've received an overwhelming amount of photos either by snail mail or e-mail. Your baby's picture will get posted. Your patience is greatly appreciated.)
Wendy & Jerry's Samantha Leigh
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the following:
Jay & Bev who lost Daisy
Note: Please visit our new
Thursday, January 13, 1999
-TENNIS BALL TUGGERS-
- Tug it, fetch it, or chew it! These versatile rope toys with tennis ball ends will satify your Maltese's desire for play and exercise. Comes in 3 varieties. 17" Rope with handle and ball, 15" Figure 8 with two balls, and 13" Rope with two balls.
I believe wholeheartedly
I take thee puppy to be my friend
Futuristic dog breeds:
Collie + Malamute = Commute, a dog that travels to work
Points to Ponder:
My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to 99c a can. That's almost $7 in dog money. --Joe Weinstein
Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture. --Jacquelyn Mitchard
The maximum speed of the domestic cat is 30 mph. The maximum speed of the Greyhound is 39 mph.
28% of dog owners have dressed their dog in clothing. 11% of cat owners have ended a personal or romantic relationship with someone because of their cat.
The most common dog name in the US is Max. The most common cat name is also Max (including Maxwell and Maximillian) followed by Smoky, Tiger, Charlie & Sam.
To a dog, you are family. To a cat, you are staff.
Most people are not aware that unspayed dogs and cats have a higher rate of breast cancer than women do. A hysterectomy (spay) is very good at protecting them from the disease if done early in their life. Present stats show that if the hysterectomy is done at 6 mos of age (before their first estrus cycle) they have only a 0.5% chance of having breast cancer in their life. If the pet is spayed after only one cycle, there is an 8% chance of getting breast cancer. If the dog or cat goes through two or more estrus cycles, there is a 26% chance of developing breast cancer. The best advise is to spay your female cats and dogs!
THE DOG NAMED MARYLOU
A woman came up behind her husband while he was enjoying
his morning coffee and slapped him on the back of the head.
"I found a piece of paper in your pant pocket with the name
"Marylou" written on it,"
she said, furious. "You had better have an explanation."
"Calm down, honey," the man replied. "Remember last week when
I was at the dog track? That was the name of the dog I bet on."
The next morning, his wife snuck up on him and smacked him again.
"What was that for?" he complained.
"Your dog called last night."
Relationship Between Child Abuse and Pet Therapy
In the city of New York in 1874, a neighbor reported to a mission worker that an 18 month old foster child was being abused and neglected. The mission worker was unable to obtain help for the child and the police couldn't intervene because they did not have custody of the child. The general attitude was that it was wrong to interfere between a parent and a child. Contact was finally made with Henry Bergh, the founder of the Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. He was able to take the matter to court on the grounds that a child should at least have the protection that already existed legally for animals. As a result, the first society for the prevention of cruelty to children was organized. Over many years, this society evolved into Child Protective Services which investigates matters of child abuse. Because of the shared quality of innocence, animals and children frequently have a unique bond. This bond is clearly seen with Chance and Ellie when they visit the abused and neglected children in their classroom at the special school. Two children are selected by the principal of the school to participate in the "dog group" each week. The group consists of the two little Maltese, Chance & Ellie, their owner and a social worker. The group always begins with the children being taught how to be gentle (while feeling the small bones of the dogs). They're taught how to pick them up and put them down safely and how to call them when walking them on a leash - to never pull them. It's amazing how, having been so severely neglected and abused, these children are so very gentle and kind to these dogs. They quickly "remind" each other if they think that anyone isn't being gentle enough. It may be that learning about gentleness with these two little fluffy dogs is the only gentleness some of them have experienced and it may be something that they will remember when they grow up and need to choose between violence and kindness. We never know what will make an impression on a child - I'll bet Chance and Ellie make a very positive one.
I'm not the only Maltese crazy person out there, hooray!!! I was a confirmed "big dog snob" for many years. I have two airedales which I put confirmation titles on (owner handled--and groomed, and I have horribly callused fingers to prove it). I'm sure you know how "terrier people" can be--pretty much convinced that any member of the toy group is good only for little old blue-haired ladies and male hairdressers. But four years ago Dollye came into my familys life. Dollye came to us as a 16 week old fur ball with a bad bite and east-west shoulders. Gees, what an embarassment. Here I am the big show dog lady suddenly out walking this tiny little piece of fluff whose tongue can't seem to stay in her mouth. By day two, however, I was completely won over. Dollye has a heart as big as Montana. She changed my life--and I mean that sincerely. She is my constant companion who is in my lap the moment I sit down, who sleeps in my bed each night, and who has more personality than I ever thought possible in a dog. I am astonished at the depth of our love for each other. Every night I thank God for sending Dollye into our lives. Oh, and Dollye is absolutely, without question the queen of the house--she rules the roost. She is the alpha dog!! Our airedales defer to her on all matters. Keep up the good work on such a great site. I just had to share my family's maltese love story. Thanks. Diane.
Submitted by Sharon B
Hi my name is Cyrius. I am over 10 years old, and this is a new name for me given to me by my new mom. When I came to live with her, I was really sick! I have improved some, but am still not well. She wanted a special name for me and since Cyrius is the brightest star in the sky and it is also known as the "dog star", that is what she named me. You see, when my Mom got me she didn't think that I would live very long and she wanted to be able to look up at the sky at night and be reminded of me after I was gone.
At one time I think that I had a family that loved me, as I am potty trained to go outside, even though I do have accidents now and then, and I have been to a groomer as I was really well behaved when my new Mom took me, even though I was feeling so bad. My mom would like to know what happened to me recently, as when she got me I was in really bad shape. She was told that I was found wandering the streets in a big city next to the city in which she lives. She was told about me on a Sunday night and was asked if she could help by fostering me until a new home could be found, and she said yes. Of course there was nothing she could do until the next day. Another nice lady called the Humane Society where I was supposed to be, and was told that they were moving into a new building and she could not find out anything about me until Wednesday. So they had to wait and worry about me for 2 more days. Well, on Wednesday, this lady called again, and they told her that I was not there, that I was at Animal Control in another part of the city. I had been there all week. So when my Mom got off work, she went and picked up the other lady and they came to get me. My new Mom took me out of the cage, and held me, and I was not to sure about what was going to happen, so I started crying and trying to get down, but she just kept on holding me and stroking me. The people at animal control told Mom that they could not turn me over to her as a foster until the next day, so she asked if she adopted me if she could take me home that day, and they said yes. She had the other lady hold me while she filled out the papers, and I was not comfortable and kept trying to get down, so Mom came and got me and wrapped me in her sweater and started stroking me again, it felt so good and I settled down and went to sleep. After the paperwork was done, the lady told Mom again that I would have to stay until the next day, and Mom got really mad. I think she told the lady "There is no way that this little guy is going back into that cage, I was told if I adopted him he could go home with me today, and that is exactly what he is going to do!" See, I am deaf, so I don't hear what my Mom is saying, but I do know that she got really mad!
On the way home, we stopped at my new vets. He checked me out and gave me some medicine for a upper respiratory infection I had. He told my Mom that I had cataracts and did not see well, and that my teeth were in really bad shape and most of them will need to be pulled. Then we went to my new home. I met my new sister Taffy, and my new brother JoJo. They seemed to like me right away, and I sniffed at them a little, but I was so tired, I went right to sleep. My Mom put me in a kennel next to her bed, and that is where I slept that first night. The next day, Mom took me to a groomer and they had to shave me. See, at one time I had pretty white hair, but I had had to lay in my own urine so many times, and it was all matted and yellow and smelly, and the only thing they could do without hurting me was to shave it off. But Mom bought me 2 new sweaters to keep me warm until my hair grows out again. When we got home I ate a little bit, and drank some water and went outside to go potty. But then I didn't eat anything else that day, and the next day I only drank a little water and didn't eat anything, and I did not go potty all day. By that night my Mom was getting pretty worried about me, so the next morning she took me back to the vet as soon as it opened. He took a look at me and said that I was dehydrated. He then took a blood sample, the kidney function was okay, but the test for the liver came back over 3 times what it should be. He told my mom that it did not look good for me. She started crying and asked him what he would do if he was in her place, and after some thought he shook his head and said "It would probably be best for Cy if we help him end his suffering." My mom said that she could not make that decision right then, she needed to think about it and wanted to talk to some friends. So she left me there and went home. She got on that machine that she talks to people with, I think it is a computer, and she talked to a nice lady named Libby and she talked to another nice lady named Mary on the computer and then on the phone. Then she called the lady that helped rescue me and they all together decided that it would probably be best to send me to Rainbow Bridge. So Mommy headed back to the vets office to hold me one last time and send me on my journey.
Well, Dr Rick and I had other ideas! While Mommy was gone, he put a needle in my leg and started putting liquids into my body. He then forced me to try to eat, which I did eat a little. And then I decided that I was thirsty and drank a little water. When Mommy got there Dr Rick told her that he had started an IV and that I had perked up some and was drinking on my own and seemed to feel a little better. And he asked if he could keep me over the weekend and continue treating me, and they would see how I was doing on Monday. Well, she didn't like the idea of leaving me, but she said Okay. And I know she worried about me all weekend and was afraid that every time the phone rang it would be Dr. Rick saying that I was gone. But when she called on Monday morning they told her that I was doing a lot better and would be able to come home that afternoon. She was so happy to see me when she picked me up, and I was happy to see her too, I even gave her a kiss, and I do not give many kisses.
On Tuesday, Mom had to go to work and had to leave me home. She thought I would be alone with just Taffy and JoJo, and she worried about me all day. She asked her boss if she could have the next day off and that way she would be able to be with me for 4 days and make sure I was eating and drinking. He said it was okay. And when she got home, she was surprised to see Daddy at home. He had taken the day off, so I was not at home alone after all. Mom used to confine me in the laundry room at night, with a nice bed, and water and food. She did this because she was not sure about my potty habits and also did not want me wandering around the house alone and probably get hurt. But one night I decided that I did not want to be left alone in there, so I started howling and screaming, and kept her awake. I made sure it was a night that she had to go to work the next morning and she needed to get to sleep. She took me into her bedroom, and made a bed for me in a laundry basket, and put it right next to her side of the bed. Well, I am a smart little guy, it only took me 2 nights to figure out how to get out of that basket. So now I am sleeping in a bed next to Mom, but without the basket. I am working to get in her bed, and she told me that when I am stronger, I will be able to sleep with her.
Mom just made an appointment for me on Dec 3rd, to get my teeth done. She is really worried about it. She is afraid that I may not make it through the anesthetic. Dr Rick assured her that I should be just fine, but she is
worried anyway. It is so nice to be in a warm home and know that I am loved. I really like it at night when I get chilly and start to shiver, Mom will take a bath towel and stick it in the dryer for a few minutes to warm it up,
then she wraps me up in it and sits and holds me, and I snuggle down and go right to sleep. She keeps telling me that as soon as I get rid of these rotten teeth, I will feel so much better, and I might even start putting on
some weight. I sure hope so, because I want to be able to run and play with my little sister Taffy and maybe JoJo will even play with me. Well, that is my story on how I was rescued by my new Mommy and found my forever home.
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