Native American Pets and Thanksgiving

It’s interesting how the most wonderful time of the year is also the coldest time of the year. Given the choice, ADinLOS would definitely prefer caring for our pets in the warm over bitter cold and snow. Like all changes though, it gives us new opportunities. I can’t think of a better time of year to huddle up next to a fire and remind ourseleves what we are grateful for. With such great friends, family, and home it’s difficult to sum it all up. Recently we got into a discussion with one of our friends about our pets and family. To us, pets and family are synonymous. Talk to our friend, and their pets are their best friends. Talk to a farmer, and you will quickly understand the boundaries between working animals and pets.

One thing is for certain, the way we treat our pets now, is vastly different than the way we used to treat our pets. Domestication began thousands of years ago and it may be difficult to say what animal was the first domesticated animal, but many speculate the dog to be first. However many years ago, a lazy family member didn’t close the lid to the garbage. Quickly learning that Fido had a good, consistent chance at a cheap meal they returned. The lazy family member recognized their ‘affability’ and continued to feed them. Ok, so it probably didn’t happen quite like that, but it’s probably not too far off knowing the sentiment of our modern dog. The first domesticated cat came thousands of years later.

The Native Americans believe in a nostalgic story where the dog freely chose to accompany man. Long ago, a spirit assembled all of earth’s creatures searching for the perfect human companion. Some said they would tear the humans apart, others intended to steal. The dog said his only wish was the share, hunt, and protect. [1]

From an archaeological perspective, we have seen evidence in pottery, jewelry, and cave art. After all, as we all know, dogs have personalities so similar yet so dissimilar to humans. How many of have grown up with a smart, friendly, obedient Labrador Retrievers, and when life wills it, and it is time to welcome a new smart, friendly, energetic, obedient lab into our lives. And we end up with a stubborn, lazy, surly dog who feels like a different species. Loved all the same, but for different reasons.

These differences can probably develop a connection to our dogs ancestors. One exuberantly playful wolf kept defying their pack leader, shunned, the wolf felt an connection to their human neighbors who have been feeding them for weeks, openly looking for a new leader, entered the community. [1]

It’s also easy to see why we as humans would accept the wolves into their lives. Much different than we are today, Native Americans bond with nature. We tend to think of a dog barking as a nuisance that we need to rectify. Despite what we feel, it serves a distinct purpose, communication. A skill Native Americans recognized and utilized as protection. Combined with their effortless loyalty and bravery, the dogs secured a place in Native American society.

It wasn’t until the early 1600’s that domesticated Native American dog no longer resembled a hybrid wolf often referred to as a rabbit dog [2].

Surprisingly, Native American’s in Virginia (Powhatans) rarely domesticated animals and felt the only tame part of a dog was their ability to hunt. Even suggesting they were promiscuous and filthy animals, approximately knee high, 20 pounds, with a short snout and howling rather than barking. [3] Aside from the few publications referencing dogs in Powhatans society, so few illustrations of dogs in society corroborate this dissuasion for dog. At times, Powhatans would even dogs would even be sacrificed.

In 1620, on the Mayflower, Pilgrim John Goodman brought over his two dogs. To the Powhatans, these must have been. The only dog the natives have ever seen is a small, wolf-like dog, and these new strangely dressed settlers bring an English Mastiff and a Springer Spaniel. And The Pilgrims had a much different connection with them. John Goodman frequently utilized the dogs to explore new terrain and hunt for food and supplies. Many stories have been told of mutual protection between the dogs and their masters. Placing such an important role in the lives of the Pilgrims it is still difficult to tell if dogs were actually present on Thanksgiving, though Jean Leon Gerome Ferris’s painting of The First Thanksgiving includes a Springer Spaniel front and center. Seems a bit coincidental, though at minimum it would show the importance of dogs in society.

[1] PetPlace Veterinarians. “The History of Dogs and Native Americans”. Pet Place. Retrieved 2014-11-25.

[2] Rountree, H. C. “Uses of Domesticated Animals by Early Virginia Indians.” Encyclopedia Virginia. Virginia Foundation for the Humanities, 30 May. 2014. Web. 25 Nov. 2014.

[3] Marion Schwartz. “The Creation of the American Dog” A History of Dogs in the Early Americas. Web. Retrieved 2014-11-25.

Snufflufflitis and Other Unthinkable Maladies

A lot of controversy has been raised in recent weeks over Bentley, the dog of Nina Pham who became the the first case of Ebola contracted on U.S. soil. Thankfully, due to a very skilled medical staff and plasma treatments, Nina Pham is cured. The first thing she wants to do when she gets home, give Bentley a hug.

Unfortunately, Bentley is still under quarantine until early November. He has tested negative, but the incubation period of Ebola is 2 to 21 days, which makes the standard quarantine procedures recommend a minimum of 21 days.

As an upbeat group, ADinLOS tends to focus on positive stories, but we always look for an opportunity to learn. And the recent media attention brought forth an opportunity to learn something we knew little about; Animal-Human Illness Contraction. So we did our research to find a clearer picture.

We’ve heard a number of people spreading ‘facts’ about how Ebola is transmitted. These facts range from “Mr. Snuffles loves me too much to get me sick” to “your cat started the plague, and they’re back to finish us off”. Ok, so these are really opinion, but the passion people exude when discussing is so palpable, they are able to convince other people that it is fact. The reality is, the truth lies somewhere in between, and our experts aren’t positive what that line is.

Both the CDC (Center for Disease Control) and WHO (World Health Organization) outline useful, yet repetitious information.

Ebola’s origin is not clear, but it is thought that fruit bats…are natural Ebola virus hosts.

Humans are not infectious until they develop symptoms. [1]

Ebola then spreads through human-to-human transmission via direct contact (through broken skin or mucous membranes) with the blood, secretions, organs or other bodily fluids of infected people, and with surfaces and materials (e.g. bedding, clothing) contaminated with these fluids. [1]

Men who have recovered from the disease can still transmit the virus through their semen for up to 7 weeks after recovery from illness. [1]

The average EVD case fatality rate is around 50%. [1]

Ebola is not spread through the air or by water, or in general, by food.[1]

There is no evidence that mosquitos or other insects can transmit Ebola virus. Only a few species of mammals (for example, humans, bats, monkeys, and apes) have shown the ability to become infected with and spread Ebola virus. [2]

Specifically regarding our four legged friends, the case made is convincing but it sounds like speculation more than fact.

In addition, the CDC professes:

There is limited evidence that dogs become infected with Ebola virus, but there is no evidence that they develop disease. [3]

Even in areas in Africa where Ebola is present, there have been no reports of dogs and cats becoming sick with Ebola. [3]

CDC regulations require that dogs and cats imported into the United States be healthy. [3]

Additional information and guidance will be posted on this website as well as partner websites as soon as it becomes available. [3]

I’m guessing this means we have either no official clinical tests, or very few. We’ve never had a real Ebola threat before, and if African countries have no real evidence of transmission via dogs and cats, why should we. Their time is probably best spent elsewhere.

So where does all this leave us with our pets. Let’s backtrack a bit to less controversial disease transmission. How do we know what diseases a dogs and cats can transmit?

The answer really depends on what is causing your pet’s illness.

Most illnesses like the common cold and the flu are separate strains and do not affect pets and humans the same way. Therefore they cannot be reciprocally exchanged. [4]

Then we move on to zoonotic diseases. These can be difficult to understand on their own. Some you can contract from you pet. Some will make your pet sick, and some won’t.

There are a minimum of 39 important diseases that people catch directly from animals, 42 important diseases that people get by eating or touching food or water contaminated with animal feces, and at least 48 important diseases that humans can get from the bite of bugs that feasted on an infected animal. [5]

Lice, Lyme Disease, Scabies, Toxoplasmosis, Salmonella, and Rabies are some of the more common.

It is important to note, that while some disease that are not serious to us, may not be to our pets, and vice versa. Most of us would consider lice to be vexing, to pets it can cause serious complications.

Here’s where Ebola makes its triumphant return. If it is possible for a dog or cat to contract Ebola but not show symptoms, how would they transfer it to us? Humans need direct contact with the disease to transfer. Can a cat scratch or bite cause it? Or contact with dog feces?

I’m always happy to hear a happy story about a people being reunited with their pet, but the mutual relationship between our pets is supposed to help us achieve longer, happier lives. Not the other way around. Hopefully our experts find this out sooner than later.

[1] World Health Organization. Ebola virus disease. http://www.who.int/mediacentre/factsheets/fs103/en/ Updated September 2014, Retrieved October, 24 2014.

[2] Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Ebola (Ebola Virus Disease), Transmission. http://www.cdc.gov/vhf/ebola/transmission/index.html?s_cid=cs_3923 Update October 22, 2014, Retrieved October, 24 2014.

[3] Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Ebola (Ebola Virus Disease), Questions and Answers about Ebola and Pets. http://www.cdc.gov/vhf/ebola/transmission/qas-pets.html Update October 13, 2014, Retrieved October, 24 2014.

[4] Kristina Duda, R.N. About Health. Can I Catch a Cold From My Pet?.
http://coldflu.about.com/od/faqaboutthecold/a/petssick.htm Updated July 24, 2014, Retrieved October 24 2014.

[5] Melissa Breyer. Mother Nature Network. 14 diseases you can get from your pets. http://www.mnn.com/health/fitness-well-being/stories/14-diseases-you-can-get-from-your-pets Mon, Sep 10, 2012. Retrieved October 24, 2014.

Happy Birthday Sake

Six years ago today, Sake entered the world. Born by her Lancaster puppy mill rescued mother, Sake began her journey at a client of Montclair Pet Care and joined our family shortly after. Today, she has touched our lives in more ways than we could imagine. Always eager to play, swim, and snuggle, we love her with all our hearts.

Happy Birthday Sake!

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Sunday Morning in Montclair

On the weekends, ADinLOS try to take a trip to one of Essex County’s incredible parks. Many of which are famously designed, including Brookdale Park. Designed by the same firm that designed Central Park; Brookdale Park combines verdurous landscapes, gardens, sporting fields, and two great dog park full of ramps, jumps, toys, and dogs. Unfortunately, Sake doesn’t understand it’s purpose and hangs around us as if someone might eat her if she stretches too far. Seyval unintentionally intimidates the other dogs with her enthusiasm. After a stretch of time without visiting the park we took a chance that Sake’s disposition towards dog parks had changed. Not a chance. Still, it was a beautiful, warm, September day. Sake met a few new wonderful dogs, we met a few new wonderful people, and got to enjoy Brookdale Park’s Chalk Walk.

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Afterwards, we strolled around Church Street, did some window shopping and ate brunch at Raymond’s. Our favorite time to hit the street is Sunday morning. It’s not too crowded, stores are just opening up, and brunch. Church St is amazing on it’s own, but the French Toast at Raymond’s puts it on another level. How they make French Toast on a baguette so soft, light, sweet, and crunchy all at the same time is anyone’s guess (we have ours).

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If you haven’t been to Church Street in Montclair, this time of year is our favorite time to go. It has a bit of everything, and if it doesn’t, it’s right around the corner.

Sake and Sandy Hook

ADinLOS loves the outdoors. In the fall, we hike. In the winter, we bundle up, and hike.  In the fall, we hike. In the summer, we go to the beach.  Whether it’s our favorite because of proximity or the clear water, Sandy Hook is our favorite. The only problem with the beach is, most aren’t dog friendly. Saturday, Sake spends the afternoon with Lissette’s mother and Seyval, outside in the garden, getting pampered with treats…pacing and waiting for us to get home.

Sandy Hook is a federal park, which has it’s benefits, and it’s deterrents.  ADinLOS generally follows the rules, and when a federal park says no dogs until Labor Day, we’re not going to mess with it.

While the Summer was atypically cool, September was atypically warm and we got a few good trips in.

Up early, packed jobs finished, we’re at the beach 45 minutes later.Perfect skies, cool sand, tepid water, and an empty beach, it’s almost like the day was prepping for Sake’s return. Armed with her flying tortilla chip (ChuckIt® Heliflight) Sake is ready to play for hours. Throw after throw, she tracks it down, pounces, and retrieves (sometimes more gracefully than others.) A quick lunch break, and she’s back for more. A quick swim, back for more. Finally…she lets us know she’s done.

Sake_Beach

Sake Beach

And to our pleasure, the day ended as well as it began, a nice glass of wine, Sake curled up in our lap, and a picturesque sunset over the bay.

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Bittersweet Goodbye

As foster pet parents, we know time is short and to cherish the moments we have. So why is saying goodbye still so difficult. Everyone has their own set of rules about how old the pets sould be before they go, or what requirements the new family has to have. We also have an ethical set of rules. Some parents are ok giving names and some get names like number 10 or the white cat. Whichever way we try, it’s just not easy. Last week, we said goodbye to two of our little ones, the grey cat, and the orange cat, or Octavius and Ginger. Saying good-bye isn’t easy, but at least we can look back and enjoy our short time together.

Sake gets surprised by the grey cat

Sake gets surprised by the grey cat

Orance Cat Ready to Pounce

Orance Cat Ready to Pounce

Off to a wonderful local family, we wish them all the best!

Creatures of Habit

We all know someone who defines a “Creature of Habit”. You know, the guy who wakes up at 5 AM every day, walks to the corner store, grabs a cup of coffee, and reads the paper. If he doesn’t, he can’t function. To many of us, myself included, this is foreign. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Too little time and too many distractions.

To an animal, especially a domesticated animal, this is life. What makes this easy, is routine. Wild animals make their own routines. Wake up, collect food, mate, rinse, repeat…all in a radius of 100 feet. Place a Polar Bear in Johannesburg and life becomes difficult, very difficult.  Life is now full of strange, unnatural objects to figure out.

Most of our domesticated animals face this every day. They went from making their own bedtime, finding food themselves, and everything in between to relying on their human friends to provide them everything in a radius of 20 feet or less. Every time we break their routine, their world gets turned upside down.

Whether we realize it or not, we are more creatures of habit than we realize. We wake up, bathe, eat, and go to bed at roughly the same time every day. Using our own daily activities as a trigger makes it easier for us to incorporate a consistent routine for our pets. Dogs are probably the most dependent on their human counterparts, as there is very little they can do without us. Generally, the younger we can create a routine, the better.

Rather than making normal decisions and just assuming our pets are going to interpret our decisions rationally, assume they will not and each action we take will affect their temperament.

As an example, take the postal worker. Whether it is Fedex, UPS, or USPS, they all come at a different time of day, every day. Sometimes they ring the doorbell, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they talk to you, sometimes they don’t. Always, they involve a lot of distraction and noise. We know what to expect from them, and hopefully more often than not, they deliver.

Imagine this from a dogs perspective.

Mommy and I eat lunch together, only to get interrupted by an obnoxious, loud sputtering rumble, followed by another annoyingly perfect pitch bell. Mommy needs to check on the noise, so she get’s up. There it goes again before mommy can get to it. That awful bell with that horrible rumble continuing in the background. It just rang yesterday when daddy came home. It was starting to get dark, Daddy grumbled,yelled, and slammed the door. He didn’t even pet me on the way back. Hopefully that does happen with mommy. Mommy finally gets to the sound, talks to someone and carries this large, brown, square object inside. Whatever it is, mommy’s happy. Mommy then takes a sharp object, stabs it, pulls something out and starts chasing me around the kitchen like a crazy woman. Next thing I know, I look like a bumble bee, she’s pointing a little silver item at me with a flashing light. So much for a nice afternoon with mommy. Humpfhhhh.

This may not happen every day, but a similar scenario does. The talking picture box is weird, so is the food petrifying object, or that awful green thing that shoots water out.

The timing of a postal worker cannot be altered, but you can make the scenario more familiar by giving Fido a job to do. Work with a friend or family member to recreate the situation as best as possible. Make a plan and stick to the plan every time someone rings the doorbell. Find a comfortable spot in the room a few feet away from the door, associate the spot with a command and sit, stay position. Remember, when we think of a job, it has a specific set of tasks. For a dog, this is a job with a specific set of tasks. Finally, as always, a bit of positive reinforcement, consistency, a cookie or two, and Fido will be happy the doorbell rang. Ok, that’s probably going a bit far, but you get the point.

A few final notes:

Often times, our natural reaction to a pet’s stress is to treat them as we want to be treated, when it’s probably best to think of how they should be treated.

Gradual changes are always best.

Coddling can actually reinforce the pitiful stress reaction.

If it’s called the doggy paddle, why can’t all dogs swim?

In our recent camping trip, we mentioned that we only brought Sake with us. Sake is much better off-leash, has less energy, and there are no misguided Pit Bull beliefs from other campers. Also, Seyval hates the playing near water. Having missed out on the first two years of Seyval’s life, we aren’t sure if she had ever encountered a large body of water. It’s reasonable to assume that an inner city dog’s only experience with water is her water bowl and a bath. Although we’re not sure how much of either Seyval experienced.

Early on, we brought Seyval and Sake to the South Mountain Reservation. Flowing through, are some shallow streams with only a few relatively deep spots. Upon approaching the stream, Sake perked up, ran, and jumped into the only deep spot. Seyval barreled in after her. Never again. We’ve tried meekly to introduce her, but it hasn’t taken.

Sake’s first experience with water was cause for a different concern. Already a great off leash dog, and ready to introduce Sake to a pond, Sake decided to beat us to the punch. She sighted a duck, sprinted after it, and didn’t look back. Eventually she realized she wasn’t going to catch it and turned back.

So why do some dogs love water, and some hate it. In an earlier post, ADinLOS talked about natural instincts of dogs and here it returns. First, a bit of evolutionary history on dogs:

Canis familiaris, the modern dog, “descended from the gray wolf, domesticated about 130,000 years ago.” [1]

“Recent molecular evidence shows that dogs are “this domestication may have happened twice, producing groups of dogs descended from two unique common ancestors.” [1]

“Years of selective breeding by humans has resulted in the artificial “evolution” of dogs into many different types.” [1]

This artificial evolution is the same reason we get to enjoy seven different groups in the Westminster Dog Show. Very rarely do pet parents need their dogs for anything other than companionship, but this was far from the truth as little as 100 years ago. This need begins to explain how we have such variation when every dog began as a wolf with a long snout.

Thousands of years ago, as humans forced dogs out of their natural habitat in Europe and Asia and into agricultural areas around the world, dog owners began specializing and cross-breeding dogs with desired characteristics.

Hence our modern day dog groups, including ADinLOS’s much beloved Sporting Group. This groups snout, legs, chest, and eyesight all go into a dog’s affinity to water. Dogs owners learned what their water dogs were deficient in and sought out dogs with specific characteristics to breed. Combining this with natural evolution, “canines generally fall into one of three categories. There are those that can swim, those that can be taught to swim and those that should steer clear of all aqueous environments.” [2]

The middle category is often the most precarious. There are mutts like Sake, where part of their genetics make them natural swimmers. Their other half is not so inclined. If the mental portion is inclined and the physical portion is not, more precaution needs to be taken. When these physical attribute aren’t present, injesting too much water, fatigue, chills, and panic are all too common. Unfortunately, even though Seyval is strong, her chest is too dense and her snout is just too short.

It becomes much more obvious why some of our pets just are not meant for the water.

So keep an eye out on your pets!

[1] “Evolution of the Dog”, ‘PBS’, Retrieved 10 September 2014 from  http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/evolution/library/01/5/l_015_02.html

[2] “Do all dogs know how to swim?”, ‘Animal Planet’, Retrieved 10 September 2014 from http://www.animalplanet.com/pets/do-all-dogs-know-how-to-swim.htm

 

Water Logged

My grandfater was particularly fond of using idioms and proverbs to express his emotions. ‘You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar’ and ‘the squeaky wheel gets the grease’ being two of his favorites. At ADinLOS, we are typically a pretty upbeat group, but sometimes we are tested. This last vacation reminded was one of those time which reminded me of another of my grandfather’s favorite’s.

ADinLOS was hoping to share abundant pictures of the idyllic St. Lawrence River. Instead, we spent the previous week rebounding from an abnormally wet week. Sake is only now beginning to come around.

As a two person pet sitting team, we rarely get more than a week vacation. So this trip means a lot. ADinLOS makes a yearly trip to the Thousand Islands Region. The area is incredible for anyone who needs a week away from city life. There’s something for everyone; fishing, boating, wine tasting, golf, castles, pirates, camping, stargazing, and more.

We camp at Grass Point State Park, site 69, every time. Less than 100 feet from one of the river’s amazing coves; we relish the chance to read a book, trek on a kayak, and enjoy s’mores by the campfire.

The week before we left, we did what we always do. Check the weather until our eyes sore and our fingers blister. What shone through more than anything was the arrival of the ‘Super Moon’ and the Perseids meteor shower. Not some shoddy weather.

Day 1 – Arrive

August 11th, 8 am, all packed and ready to go, we set out. Blue skies, fluffy clouds, and 80 degrees all the way up, perfect! With no traffic, we arrive in enough time to set-up, grocery shop, relax, and enjoy the sunset over the river. An impeccable first day.

Sake, a sunset, and the St. Lawrence

Sake, a sunset, and the St. Lawrence

Day 2 – Relax

Around 7 am, most of the adults are moving about, which to Sake’s chagrin means she is forced to as well. A few pancakes and some french press coffee later, a consensus on the days activities is forming. After a long day yesterday, spending the day relaxing by the river sounds better and better.

Mullet Creek Bay is nestled alongside 5 or 6 small islands and Rock Island Lighthouse. Each small island is just large enough to fit a large home to make anyone envious. Maybe Sake has an incredible memory, or maybe our body language changes. Either way, Sake’s demeanor turns from grouchy 6 year old, to sprightly puppy, ready to take on the river. New floating Heliflight in hand, Sake paddles out over and over again. If you haven’t tried anything from ChuckIt!, try them. They may be a bit pricey, but they are well constructed, highly visible, and most float.

Day 2 ended as nicely as it began, wading in the river, a big campfire and a eerily full moon.

Sake fetches in the St. Lawrence

Day 3 – Rain

Ready for an early day of golf at the Thousand Islands Golf Club Lake Course, I left the rest of ADinLOS behind and enjoyed what were soon to be the last remaining moments of sunshine. Golf is vastly different in upstate New York than Montclair. Courses are empty, greens are pristine, and the price are low. I even shot well, which is a huge upside. Almost immediately upon returning, Mother Nature reared her ugly head. Patiently…we wait for the clouds to clear. Instead, they turn to rain.

The last remaining glimpses of sunshine

Day 4 – More Rain

Luckily, Day 3’s rain did not spill into the night. Only if it stayed at bay for Day 4. Content to wait out the storm, we begin to contemplate options. Run…hide…Embrace? We’re sticking it out one more day grilling and playing games under our small canopy.

They day's entertainment...feeding our new friend Gerald

They day’s entertainment, feeding our new friend Gerald

Day 5 – Even More Rain

In case you could foresee the trend, Day 5 brought more rain. The only difference is that, the rain began to stick around all day. Checking the forecast constantly, ADinLOS carefully chose our opportunities. Off to Clayton, Alexandria Bay, and Sackets Harbour.

Allare great little towns with shops, tours, and restaurants. Both are going through big changes due to the increase in tourism. And best of all, both are pet friendly.

The past few years we have gone during Bill Jonhston’s Pirate Days. It’s a lot of fun watching everyone dress up as a pirate and reenacting pirate scenes. One of the good parts about rainy days, is we get to try new restaurants. A particularly favorite pastime of ADinLOS.

Joining our old favorite, Bell’s are the Wood Boat Brewing Company and Seaway Grille in Clayton, and the Dockside Pub in Alexandria Bay.

Wood Boat makes delicious unique pizza’s. And The Seaway Grill is in a brand new hotel, set on the river with modern upscale food and a good wine list.

Dinner in Sackets Harbour

Day 6 – Rain Again

With our best chance at a nice day for the rest of the week, we’re prepared to take the ferry to Kingston, Canada. Kingston reminds us of a larger version of Montclair. Great restaurants, local shops and markets, and theater. There’s probably much more to do, but in so little time, this is what we have time to see.

First time on the fire. Right out of the gate, something for Sake! Urban Paws Downtown is a family owned store with an awesome mix of local handmade products and premium food and accessories.

A fantastic lunch at Blu Martini, a stroll through the shops, and a threat of rain later…back on the ferry. All in all, a nice trip, but too short.

Just one of Kingston's many cool local stores, Urban Paws

Just one of Kingston’s many cool local stores, Urban Paws

Day 7 – Rain, Rain, Rain

On a much less wise decision, we attempt to take a ferry to Singer Castle, built in the early 1900’s by a Singer Sewing machine executive. We’ve been to Boldt Castle many times, but Singer is a bit far out. As expected, it rained halfway through.

Rainy Trip to Singer Castle

Rainy Trip to Singer Castle

Day 8 – Rain, Rain, Go Away

One more full day, one more day of rain. Hit the gazebo, crack open a bottle of wine, relaxed to the pitter patter of the rain as Sake curled up in our laps.

Hiding from the rain under our 'personal' gazebo

Hiding from the rain under our ‘personal’ gazebo

Day 9 – Depart (Sunshine)

We can always expect a storm or two, but seven of 9 drenched days is remarkably cruel. Yet, ADinLOS still made the best of it. Most people including my grandfather, will remind you that when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. I’d rather stick them in a Corona bottle and enjoy a game of Uno with friends and family.

Sunshine at last

Final day packing and driving home in the sunshine

 

 

New Additions

ADinLOS understands the heart break of losing a fuzzy child. We just lost one recently. He was an outdoor stray that we fixed years ago and never left. He lived a great life and gave us 8 great years. 

Recently, we came across abandoned kittens.  As if this wasn’t unfortunate enough, one did not make it after two days. Thankfully, the other two kittens are doing great!

Sleeping Mews

Little kittens are tired

 

Today, they are able to recognize my mothers voice. She is kitty mom with day and early morning feedings. 

I’m not sure how anyone can look at them and say I’m going to split them up from their actual mom. Hopefully they soon will find a wonderful forever home. 

Little Kittens

Kitties showing off

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