Moonlit Narratives Blog

Yesterday I mentioned to DH about the names Frick & Frack… Seemed like it was an allusion to something or someone but wasn’t sure? He looked the info. up in Wikipedia http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frick_and_Frack. The following poem is adapted from a eulogy given by Charles Osgood of CBS Sunday Morning…

Frick & Frack

Werner Groebli & Hans R. Mauch and their two men ice-skating act
Didn’t perform as Groebli and Mauch but called themselves Frick & Frack

Groebli was Frick and Mauch was Frack,
Together they were a long running Ice Follies sensation
Who performed in a manner so nice that they
Always earned an ovation

Frick, a village in Switzerland
Frack, a kind of Swiss coat
And that with the skaters’ own background is what the name denote

None could compare with the Frick & Frack pair
Who could do what all others could not do…

Their names have now entered the language
And there is no taking it back
From now on special partners, buddies, and friends
Will always be called Frick & Frack

*Photocredit: The Washington Post & NYCupcake

It is customary for Jake to greet me warmly in the morning, shadowing my every move. Late afternoon it was just Jake and me. He loves his back caresses and tummy rubs and practically demands it daily by signaling with head butts, licks, and slinking his body down onto his back (spread eagle) as if to say, “okay, I’m ready!” Today was no different. After a few minutes of caresses up and down his spine, Jake slowly walked over to his lazy lounger, kneaded it all around dreamily, laid down, gave a final content little cat gasp, rested his head onto his outstretched front paws, and zoomed off to dreamland as I watched :)… I had to get this on camera… Uhm, what trust he has of me; he kept his eyes closed the whole time, even with the camera clicks and flash…

Both Jake and Opie were diagnosed with otitis waxy externa (with brown wax) in their ears. Although mites were ruled out, to our relief, this condition may or may not be easily resolved since etiology could have a link to genetics. I just checked Jake’s right ear this morning and saw a little raw spot with blood so I gently cleaned his ears with pet ear cleansing pads. I called Dr. P’s office for advice. They advised me should problems persist, to clean their ears max. three times per week either with the pet ear cleansing pads (which I purchased from Petland) or gauze with mineral oil and to use the Animax cream (vet. prescribed) no more than three consecutive days. They also advised that Animax cream should be used as an occasional spot treatment, not for long term use. Should the problem persist despite our efforts, Jake may need an ear flush for deep cleaning. Opie seems to be doing better than Jake but I will try to get a closer look when Opie wakes up from his catnap. Poor Neo had this condition life-long in his right ear too. I’m angry that Dr. K just advocated twice weekly ear cleanings at home and didn’t prescribe ointment for this issue at all. I had trusted Dr. K with Neo’s care. I wish I had known more about otitis waxy then like I do now.

*Photocredit: 1800PetMeds.com

This story picks up from where we left off previously… Opie and Jake are now in their new home. Though they were freed from their crates to do as they pleased, they chose to hide or to stay in the crate instead. DH and I left them alone for several hours, only looking over our shoulders a few times to check on them. Elmsford Animal Shelter had already advised us to expect this behavior from them.

The next day, Jake stayed under the dining table (a picnic table covered with Longerberger linens made this a cozy spot), while Opie hid in the nearby coat closet. I gave them breakfast in the morning. After several attempts to interact with them, by late evening both of them allowed me to pet them on the head. I was careful not to make much eye contact with them except when I was giving them food, water, or toys to play with. Before I knew it, I was greeted with head butts, drops onto their backs to receive tummy rubs, licks on my hands, and kisses on my face from Jake. I didn’t expect positive responses from them so soon; yes, I was a happy girl!

Jake and Opie had really warmed up to me a lot in 48 hours; however, I noticed a problem brewing between Jake and Opie. Every time Opie approached Jake and I (while I was playing with Jake), Jake would become stressed and hiss at Opie and sometimes even at me. I felt badly for Opie since he seemed to not understand the change in Jake’s cattitude towards him. When this happened, I could tell Opie became somewhat withdrawn and less playful towards me. I didn’t know what to do to repair their relationship or why this problem came about in the first place. They were the best of sheltermates and I was saddened to see them like this.

I consulted a cat forum friend regarding this problem. Heidi had spent many years caring for feral cats and helping them to convert to domestic life. She explained it could be “redirected or misdirected aggression and that these two cats who have been removed from their familiar place, are now in a new situation and ‘things’ that just aren’t the same…different sights, different sounds, different smells, and that is why [Jake] was getting stressed and seemed not ‘recognize’ his buddy.” She encouraged me to be patient and to allow them some more time to adjust, to try to get them near each other and have “good things” happen when they are in sight of each other; like food-treats, petting, playing with simple toys like feather-strings and stuff that I could control and keep the cats playing or interested in being near me.

Heidi was right. The next day came and by late evening I saw Jake and Opie best buddies again to my relief :). Since then, there has been daily progress. As they have become more relaxed with their surroundings and with us, they have blossomed into two great boys who can finally enjoy their new home. They have also been very well-mannered towards their older dog sister, Stella (who’s a third of their weight). Via supervised meetings, both cats have shown curiosity towards her by little sniffs here and there but nothing more. Yet another hurdle crossed… phewww…..

I was so happy to read that the euthanasia rate of New York City’s homeless animals is at its lowest in history. “The Mayor’s Alliance for NYC’s Animals in collaboration with their participating rescue groups and shelters, have succeeded in reducing euthanasia from 74% of the approximately 43,000 cats and dogs entering Animal Care & Control in 2002 (the first year of the Mayor’s Alliance) to 43% in 2007 (below 50% for the first time in NYC history).” I’ve always thought it cruel to euthanize dogs and cats of reasonable health and temperament merely because they have no home. We don’t euthanize our fellow human beings for homelessness, why should animals suffer that horrible fate? I’m in full support of neuter/spay and no-kill initiatives.

*Please donate to the variety of animal causes out there, which are in desperate need of our help. There are so many different ways to do so, whether it be your time, supplies, monetary gift, etc.

On a lighter note, I found a really cute photo on the Mayor’s Alliance website. At first I didn’t realize the pink wrinkly fellow on top was a baby Shar-Pei. I thought he was a blushy pink towel =)).

I’ll leave you with a great quote I discovered the other day: “He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart, You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”
~ Unknown

(Anyone who’s ever loved a pet, knows how true this is).

I love the color of Victoria Wells’ purple hair! Apparently she uses a combination of Manic Panic’s® Ultra Violetâ„¢, Purple Hazeâ„¢, and Plum Passion.â„¢

Here’s a link to Animal Precinct–> http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/animalprecinct/animalprecinct.html

Victoria Wells & Friend

I was waiting for the bus today and saw a woman with her guide dog. He was a very handsome and intelligent German Shepherd. I watched as he carefully led her across the street. I marveled at the expert training he must have received since he was a puppy and his lifelong dedication to assisting humans with visual impairments.

*Photocredit A: http://www.eyedogfoundation.org
*Photocredit B: http://www.seeingeye.org

I’m so glad that there are animal cops working hard to promote and preserve humane treatment of animals. Over this past weekend I’ve seen some horrible featured stories. I’m also enraged by the selfish pet collectors who are oblivious to the wretched environments they are keeping their pets in. One collector had 250+ cats in his house. I almost gagged seeing the layers of excrement and decay… I’m sure the stench was nearly toxic… the furs were filthy. Can you believe that? They really need to seek professional help- it’s a real injustice to their pets and even themselves. I think the collector might have resided in his garage? I seriously believe that collectors should not be aloud to own pets until they are cured of their problem. The abuse and abandonment cases were heart-breaking. One gentle-tempered dog had his right side face, right ear, tail, and paws burned by a flaming stick either by the owner or alleged neighbor. The owner left him outside for two weeks without medical treatment. Most cases involved no food, no water, animals left to fend for themselves in the harsh elements, extreme malnourishment. The list goes on and on! It’s so sad that some animals had to be euthanized because they were found untreatable. These stories really puts things in perspective for me. They allow me to realize that some of my concerns are trivial when compared to these serious societal issues.

On a happier note, I’m also glad that there are great dog trainers like Cesar Millan “The Dog Whisperer” and Victoria Stilwell “It’s Me or The Dog.” Their approach may differ; either way the results are good. I love watching their shows. They are angels to me.