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  1. This isn't about the border collie in my house, but it's a general dog health issue... Zeeke has been obsessively licking his rear end for a couple of days. It is driving me NUTS (the sound.... ick). He's always licked his rear now and then, but it's become an issue... he'll be at it for 5 minutes and when I tell him to STOP he really looks like he's fighting the urge and sometimes resumes anyways. This happens several times a day. I don't SEE any issues around his anus, it looks the same as usual. He's been defecating as usual, nothing strange there, no diarrhea. He has been passing gas more frequently, so I'm wondering if that's what's causing this behavior. If it continues I'll take him to see the vet, but I'm just wondering if there's anything I should be looking for that would explain why he's so insistent on licking.
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    Lewis

    Wow, that is so sad. I'm so sorry for poor Lewis and his family, what a tragedy!
  3. Lunar

    Tessa

    Thank you all. I am doing okay, though I get choked up whenever I think of her, and my brother is dealing fine, but I'm not so sure how my dad is doing. He sounds completely lost.
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    Tessa

    Tessa was not my dog; she was my brother's dog. He decided one year when he was 18 that he wanted his own dog, and he wanted a Rottweiler/Lab mix female. He found a litter in a shelter in Washington State, a good 8 hours away from where they live. He saw her picture and decided she was the one. April 12, 2004: Cory’s application has been accepted and he recieved an email today saying they’d be “happy to adopt her out to you.” The pup’s name on their website is “Abigail,” but Cory has decided on the name Tessa (Tess for short) for his new pup. April 13, 2004: Cory went down to Petsmart (again) to pick up a puppy collar, since, though I looked and looked, I couldn’t find the one we used for Oreo (which isn’t surprizing, seeing how she’s almost 9). He came back with a little red collar - everything he bought for the pup is black or red - and a black nametag with “Tessa” and our phone number engraved on it. My dad was initially very nervous about having a Rottweiler in his house. They were a big dog, and he didn't like them much at all. He figured, being half-Lab, that Tessa might be okay. I figure it took about 2 seconds for him to fall completely in love with her. May 20, 2004: Tessa loves to crawl on your lap while playing. It’s a safe place to be. She’ll grab a toy and shake it around, then scooch back until she can sit her bum on you, then continues happily munching on the toy. As she grew up she never lost that sweet disposition. She charmed everyone. My dad, once very disapproving of Rottweilers, became their biggest champion. He told everyone at how gentle and sweet they are. For a big dog, Tessa had the sweetest, gentlest personality you could possibly imagine. May 3, 2005: Did I mention that Tessa’s now 1? Yep. The little girl just celebrated her first birthday. Though she still looks like a big pup, with those big brown doe-eyes and big floppy ears. She is THE most huggable dog ever. When she gives you a look with those eyes, everyone has to get down and give her hugs and baby-talk. Can’t help it. It’s something about her. There are many things we will never forget about Tess. The way she always had to have a toy in her mouth to greet you when you came home - she'd run all over looking for something. Or how, when she was really excited, she'd put her mouth over your arm and moan with excitement (and slobber all over you). How she would drool as you were dishing out her food, then eat everything you put down in half a second. Even Tess's version of swimming was unique. Tess wouldn't actually swim - she panicked if her feet couldn't touch the bottom - but her favorite thing to do was to splash up and down the shore, biting the splashes as she went. It was a hysterical sight. She was only 3 years old when she started limping. Just a limp. I suggested it get checked out, but it was probably just a pulled muscle, Dad said. But the limp didn't go away. A trip to the vet ruled out a tendon issue. An x-ray was done to check her hips and joints. Her hips and joints were fine. But the x-ray revealed what looked to be a tumor on her leg. A biopsy in early November later confirmed it - it was cancer. They gave her 6 months to live. I don't even know how to describe that period. One day we were trying to figure out what kind of surgery she might need for a bad leg and, worst-case scenario, worrying about hip displasia. The next the vet was saying she had months to live. Tess wasn't just my brother's dog, she was a family dog. My mom, who never wanted any dogs in her house, babied that dog. She cried when we were told it was cancer. Even my aunt, who was absolutely terrified of the big rottweiler puppy when they got her, said to me one day, "Why Tess? She's the sweetest dog." We tried our best to make her last months comfortable and to let her know she was loved beyond all doubt. When the tumor got so big she couldn't navigate stairs my dad and brother would carry her up and down. When she didn't want to eat my dad would spoon-feed her canned food. At night when she whimpered my dad would sleep on the floor next to her to give her comfort. We brought her big bones and treats. My dad would buy her her own iced cappucino from Tim Hortons when he went, just because she seemed to like them. We moved her bed all over the house wherever she went, so she would be comfortable, making sure she had lots of blankets to prop her leg up. We spent her last Christmas with her in the middle of everyone, opening gifts around her and letting her play with the wrapping paper. She seemed to enjoy the excitement of the day. On January 25, 2008, we let her go. My brother took her to the vet's to be euthanized peacefully, rather than forcing her to live in daily pain, unable to do any of the things she loved to do. She would have kept on living for us, I know she would have. she would have done anything for us. But we couldn't let her suffer anymore. I know it was the hardest thing my brother has ever had to do. She was not quite 4 years old. We love you, Tessa. I hope, wherever you are, you are no longer in pain and are able to run and play like you used to. There will forever be a hole in our lives. The time you had with us was far too short. Tessa February, 2004 - January 25, 2008 The original photo from the shelter, posted on Petfinder.
  5. I'm so sorry to hear of your loss... but you gave him 2 wonderful years of love, and I know that will never be forgotten.
  6. It does take a while to sort out what's going on. As Zoe grew up and her and Zeeke started playing rougher it could be really hard at times to figure out if I should stop them or not. But you learn it with time. Now I know the exact moment someone gets too ticked off (usually Zoe, unfortunately).... they sound very different when they're actually angry. (Or maybe Zoe is just a snarky little b****, that's possible too - she's very clear when she's ticked off.) That's when I step in. But normal playing and wrestling, even though it "sounds" vicious and Zoe gets totally slobbered on? Eh. At least it gets some energy out. And like you said, it's really amusing to watch. (Fun to watch the dog and cat play too - they do the same kind of vicious play.) Just comes down to knowing your dogs, really.
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    Red Dog

    I am just so sad today, to know that you lost your Red Dog. I cried this morning when I read the post. He was a wonderful, beautiful dog, and I know he will be deeply missed.
  8. Ahh yeah, that sounds about right. Displaced aggression and frustration. I had to deal with that with my cat for a little while, it was no fun. (For a different reason, though.) Certainly sounds like a cat who needs activities and play time to release his frustrations.
  9. Goodness, I have no idea about the cat. How old is the cat? I'm curious what the vet says, sometimes a change in behavior like that could be linked to medical. I know my supervisor has two cats... one had an extremely bad reaction to some vaccines years ago. It's thrown the cat off the deep end a little bit... half the time he gets along great with his buddy cat, the other half the time he can't seem to recognize him and will attack him and freak out. It's very sad. I'm so sad to hear about Rowan. Sounds very familiar to my family's story. It's just so heartbreaking to know there's nothing you can do.
  10. :D Sounds so familiar!!! And yes, I can actually tell if my cat's going to puke just by how he's standing BEFORE he starts gagging. Same with Zeeke. DH has gotten pretty good at telling when one of the pets is "off" though. I'm still slightly better, but he does pick up on things now.
  11. What is WITH that?? It's not like my hubby sees it and ignores it... he honestly does NOT notice things. I'll say, "Honey, your dog is FREAKING OUT." And he's all, "What? Where?" It astounds me how oblivious they are. I can be locked in the bedroom, half asleep, and I'll hear Zeeke ripping up some paper at the other end of the house. Hubby, sitting in the same room, totally oblivious. I just don't get it! I used to get SO angry at hubby before I decided men are just dense and should be pitied.
  12. It seems I'm not alone. We definitely have a "his dog" and a "her dog." I've been told that it "shouldn't be like that" for whatever reason... people are sometimes appalled that we see them that way instead of "our dogs" - though if you met us all you'd understand. But anyways. Zeeke is husband's dog... I was just the girlfriend at the time DH got him, and while I was involved it was fully DH's decision. German Shepherds are NOT for me. I wanted to be involved, but Zeeke has never ever been my dog. Not even a little. That dog worships the ground hubby walks on, and I think too frequently sees me simply as "that other person who lives here." Despite the fact that I was home 24/7 for the first four months of his time here, I was the trainer, the feeder, the one in the house. Didn't mean a fig to him. I was still just "the other person." When daddy is home, he is at daddy's feet. When daddy is home he is upset that daddy is not home. So.... we got Zoe. Zoe is MY dog. She is small, sensitive, and skittish - all traits that annoy my husband. He does play with her and loves her in his own way, but she is very decidedly my dog. I have no issue with that. She is my shadow, and I adore her. Okay, as for chores... well, it's a little uneven because I don't work full-time, though things have changed because I'm pregnant. Normally we take turns taking the dogs out... he'd take them in the morning, I'd take them in the evening. If we were both around, then we'd take them out together. But lately I've been at work in the evening and there is no WAY I am getting out of bed in the morning to slog through snow, so he's been taking on most of that duty. I buy the dog food, I book the vet appointments, I track their health records, I clean their ears and eyes, I do the flea treating. I would trim their nails, but I can only do Zoe's because Zeeke throws a fit. (The groomer actually said to hubby, "I couldn't get his front paws done, but next time I'll get them... I'll have a muzzle ready." Yeah. He does NOT like getting his nails trimmed.) I do NOT brush Zeeke, which means Zeeke doesn't get brushed. I don't do much training with zeeke either, which means Zeeke doesn't get trained. My husband loves his dog and loves to play with him, but he isn't really much into putting much time into it. I have to nag constantly, it's very irritating. We share feeding duties, whoever is around and is closest to the bowls. Frequently he'll get the bowls from their crates while I'm making our dinner, I'll get the food into the bowls and hand them back to him. (Avoids constantly stepping over the baby-gate, a real bonus.) The cats are about the same. DH plays with them and cuddles with them. I feed them, I take them to the vets. I normally am the pooper-scooper, but with me being pregnant DH does that. (He is not pleased about it at all.) All in all it works pretty well for us... I just wish DH would groom his dog and spend more time training/playing with him. He's not really a couch potato dog, to say the least. (Mine is.)
  13. One dog is ALWAYS on leash, actually with two collars (prong and backup). Zeeke cannot ever be trusted off-leash, he loves to run off. (We use a very long line for him.) Zoe I let off-leash in our own yard (we have an acre). She knows the property boundaries. (When someone walks down the street in front of our yard she'll run to the edge of the yard barking... and won't step foot out past it. Invisible boundary.) I do leash her everywhere else however, because she gets so nervous when off our property that all training zooms right out of her ears. If startled, she'd bolt. (At home when scared she runs to the front door.) Oreo we've been letting off-leash for years now. At this age she isn't going to go anywhere - she can't, really. She too knew the property lines so she'd just lay on the front lawn while dad did gardening or we were working on our cars or whatever. We used to go camping a lot when I was little... if there were other campers nearby we'd have her on a long line. But I remember one infamous camping trip in the early spring where there wasn't a single other person in the huge camping grounds. She spent the entire time off-leash, playing tag with us in the woods and around the ponds. Acres upon acres and not a soul within miles. It was fantastic. Oreo is always leashed anywhere around cars, however, just for safety's sake. In public parks we usually leashed her because she was a little dog-aggressive (granted she was more dog-aggressive when on-leash, but at least then I had control of her). But she always looked so cute and calm that other people would let their dogs go running up to her. When she's on-leash. Yeah, that never went over well. So... yeah, for the most part I do follow the leash laws, except in certain situations.
  14. Zoe sleeps on the bed if she wants to, but she seems to prefer it only if there's only one human in the bed. If there are two humans she either curls up between our legs or jumps off. Zeeke isn't allowed on the bed, usually, because he has some territorial issues.
  15. Even though we have multiple dogs, only one of them is "mine" so she's the one who is permanently stuck to my side. Zeeke sticks with his daddy. (Plus he gets carsick, so we don't take him out much.) If Zoe were more like Oreo I'd take her everywhere with me, but she doesn't do well in public so it's usually not worth the hassle and stress of carting her around in the car. I used to bring Oreo on errands with me all the time.
  16. Oh, and I forgot to say: Zeeke keeps eating my dang tissues!!! I am going through tissues like CRAZY, I have this big pile beside me at all times, and every time I so much as turn my back he sneaks over and grabs one and eats it. I am in no position to go chasing him around for them. The bugger knows it too, because he never used to grab them right out from under me. Thank goodness for the spray bottle. Ugghhh, snotty tissues. WHY??
  17. My husband is taking care of the dogs (I'm sick too). It's the cats who are driving me nuts. I think they're tormenting me on purpose. (They're cats... it wouldn't surprize me.)
  18. I am so glad she is hanging on! I feel the same way about Tessa.... just feeling very blessed that she made it through Christmas. It is certainly hard to go through.
  19. Well we haven't gone to the vet's yet... I asked how much a physical would be and they quoted me over $70. Holy mother. I know I've been away a while, but cripes their rates have increased. Considering taking her to my brother's vet, but I forgot to ask today what their rate was for a physical... was otherwise occupied with Tessa. On the good side, she has not had another "episode" since that one I saw. Very weird. Dad says their frequency is decreasing.
  20. Lenajo, you seem far too defensive over some politely worded opinions. Chill. No one was being rude, just voicing concerns - which we are well known for doing on this forum when it concerns the breeding of border collies. Personally, beyond the concerns of the breeder, I would not get a second pup when my first was only 6 months. You still have adolescence to get through. It may not be a big deal, but it might be... I've done it twice (10 years apart!) and I wouldn't want to have a second pup at the same time! It was draining enough as it was.
  21. Oreo (12 year old female) is down to 40lbs, which is a good weight for her. She used to be up around 45 and was far too chunky. Zoe (2.5 year old female) is around 29lbs, but she's a very petite girl and it's the right weight for her.
  22. Julie - I sure hope it's something simple and nothing to worry about... but after Tessa I'm a little on edge! I think I will take her in for a consult with a vet, she needs it anyways. Kathy, thanks for those links! At least they don't happen very often. She's still looking darn good for 12.
  23. So with all the to-do with Tessa... I was quite thrilled to see Oreo was in very good health!! Bright eyes, perky ears, no stumble to her step. Lazy as ever, but will hop and trot and dance when a cookie is nearby! She's 12, so I'm just tickled pink to see her acting so healthy. (Her coat is another matter, but she has an appointment with the groomer's on the 26th!) Until tonight. We're watching a movie and dad is hand-feeding the two dogs (Tessa needs to be hand-fed now, so Oreo gets a few kibbles as well). Oreo was laying on the floor staring at dad when she tilted over about 45 degrees and she... well, twitched. Her head twitched, little quick twitches. It was over in less than 5 seconds, she immediately righted herself and continued looking at dad for more kibble. WTF was that?? Dad had told me she'd been "stumbling" once a week or so. I thought it sounded like an inner ear problem. But what I saw... made me think petite mal seizure. It certainly wasn't a full-blown seizure, not in the least... she didn't have paddling legs, no drooling, nothing like that. But then I looked up seizures and read that petite mal seizures are very rare in dogs. Does anyone have any experience to tell me if that sounds familiar or not? I'm going to book a vet appointment for her, but I don't know what they're going to be able to tell me in just one visit... I leave on Jan 2. My dad... does not like taking pets to the vet. (He prefers his head in the sand.) He thinks it's "nothing" and just just "getting old." I think I am going to beat him over the head shortly. (My dad is a stubborn old fool sometimes, I swear to doG.) I sure hope this is just nothing.
  24. This was the scene at home - except with a cat instead of a puppy - until I threw a fit, put the dogs in their crates, and kicked the cat out of the bedroom!!
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