How to Check Out a Dog Charity Before You Donate

You’re scrolling through your social media feed, and a heartbreaking video of a trembling, filthy, emaciated dog with the saddest, haunting eyes stops you in your tracks. The post says, “Bella needs medical help. Please donate to our rescue…” But you’ve never heard of the organization.

What do you do? How do you know the group is a legitimate nonprofit? And that Bella will get the care she needs? Read Watchdog Mary’s article in The Whole Dog Journal.

Why Do My Dog’s Feet Smell Like Fritos? Is This Normal?

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Canines are known for their many odors—but when your dog’s paws smell like Fritos, and no one opened a bag of corn chips (because surely your dog would have alerted you to the exciting sound of a plastic food bag opening), the Frito-feet scent can be puzzling.

Click here to read the rest of Watchdog Mary’s article in Chewy.

Estate Planning for Your Pets: What To Do Now (Before It's Too Late!)

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The stakes are high. If you die without a will or trust for your pets, they could end up meeting you at the Rainbow Bridge sooner than they should.

Not many people like to talk about death. But if you died today, who would take care of your pets? Do you have a plan?

Experts say having an estate plan for your pets — a will for your dog or a pet trust — isn’t morbid or only for the wealthy; it’s smart — and could even save their life.

Read the rest of Watchdog Mary’s article in Dogster Magazine.

Danger Alert: How cold is too cold for a dog to be left outside?

"Dogs can die because of the cold, people should take this seriously..." 

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(Original article posted in 2018)

The moment the mercury starts to plummet, reports about dogs left out in the cold start pouring in; sometimes, the stories are horrifying.

In Salem, Massachusetts, someone left this dog tied to a bench outside the Northeast Animal Shelter in seven-degree weather.

Dog abandoned in cold. Credit: Northeast Animal Shelter, Salem, MA

In Detroit, Michigan, a man abandoned a Pomeranian mix outside Detroit Dog Rescue in the snow.

The dog did not survive. The rescue is looking for clues based on this surveillance photo. 

Credit: Detroit Dog Rescue

Watchdog Mary has been inundated with messages from people asking for advice on how to help dogs they've seen left outside, even chained to doghouses, in freezing temperatures.  

Some have called police and animal control only to end up outraged when officers decide a dog is not in danger, yet the animal remains to shiver in an icy yard.  

How cold is too cold for a dog to be left outside? When is it dangerous? When is it cruel? 

If it feels cold to you, it probably feels cold to your pooch. Don't leave them out.

Cold weather evaluation chart

The Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine at Tufts University in Massachusetts created this Animal Condition and Care chart.

Veterinarians devised scientific calculations to help evaluate when it’s too risky to leave a dog outside.

Credit: Tufts University Animal Care and Condition

Veterinarian Lori Teller, an American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) Board of Directors member, told Watchdog Mary, "Dogs can die because of the cold. People should take this seriously." 

Dr. Teller explained there is a simple rule of thumb to evaluate these cases:

"If it’s uncomfortable for you to be outside, then your dog may not be that tolerant," she said. "If you have to bundle up, your dog may be cold too. If your dog looks miserable or is shivering, it’s too cold." 

A dog's age, breed, and the climate they are accustomed to also to play a role.

“What a Chihuahua in Florida can tolerate is different than a Malamute in Minnesota," Dr. Teller said. 

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Tips on evaluating canines in cold weather

  • Coat Type: A dog with a thin coat, like a Boxer or a Bull Dog, doesn’t tolerate cold as well as arctic breeds like a Malamute or Samoyed.

  • Age: If a dog is older, they may have a difficult time in chilly weather.

  • Signs of distress: If a dog looks miserable, is shaking, becomes sluggish, and is not responsive, that is dangerous. Call the police.

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Should dogs be "outside" dogs?

Should dogs be kept outside or in dog houses? Many animal experts and rescue groups have the same answer, "The 1950s called, they want their dog care advice back..."

The consensus is no; dogs should not live outside.

"Even if it’s a sled dog, they need to be kept warm at night,” Dr. Teller said. “They can tolerate the cold for a longer period than other dogs, but they can’t tolerate it for any prolonged amount of time without having a chance to warm up."

And if you think, "Oh, my dog has a dog house..."

Dog houses provide shelter from wind, not temperature.

"If it’s really cold or a prolonged freeze, a dog house won’t be of tremendous help. Ideally, those animals would be brought inside,” Dr. Teller said.

Would you like to be outside 24/7 in the cold, rain, snow, or heat? Neither does a dog.

Then there’s the risk of a dog being stolen or encountering a wild animal, a snake, or an allergic reaction to a bee sting— it’s all dangerous.

Dogs are social creatures. They like having a family.

"I think most dogs like being inside dogs,” Dr. Teller said. “It’s not exciting to be a lonely dog in the yard by yourself. It’s not in the dog’s best interest to spend his life chained in a yard without social interaction, and it’s a risk to her physical health to be in temperature extremes." 

If you see a dog in questionable or dangerous conditions:

  • Call your local police and animal control.

  • Document the days, times, and conditions you observe.

  • Take pictures and videos.

  • The Humane Society of the United States has additional advice.

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Tips for dog owners dealing with cold weather

  • Put a sweater, coat, and boots on your dog.

  • Do shorter walks and indoor activities for exercise.

  • If your dog's activity level decreases due to the cold, they may need less food than usual. Make sure your pet doesn't put on winter weight.

  • Be careful of liquids on the road; it could be antifreeze, which is toxic.

  • Wipe road salt and anti-icing chemicals off your dog's paws.

 

 

Ode to Daisy: the Yellow Rescue Lab Who Stole Our Hearts

Photo credit: Megan Saucier

I had no idea it would be our last car ride together. What was about to happen hit me like a bus I never saw coming.

It was like the line in the song Everyone's Free to Wear Sunscreen:

"The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday..."

It all started a couple of days earlier. Daisy, our beloved and treasured yellow Lab, had neck pain. Our veterinarian wasn't too worried and thought it was likely a flare-up of some bad discs in her neck. He recommended strict rest and anti-inflammatory medication.

But she didn't get better; instead, she got worse. She was having trouble walking. It looked like every step she took hurt. She stopped and shook in pain. My partner and I felt sick with worry.

That idle Tuesday, I loaded her in the car and raced her to see a neurologist at a specialty hospital. She recommended an MRI and said, "Well, it could be a ruptured disc or arthritis... or I mean, it could even be a tumor... but I doubt it."

For the price of a small, used Honda, we proceeded with the MRI. The doctor said she'd call me in a few hours. When my phone later rang that afternoon, the neurologist's nurse told me to pick up Daisy but would only reveal the scan results when I arrived.

"If they're telling me to come get her, it must not be too serious," I thought. "It must be fixable, and I can take her home. Thank goodness!"

I felt a sense of relief. Our precious yellow 80-pound Labrador, who made us laugh each day, would be OK. We weren't sure how we'd ever live without her. Our home would be void of the pure and utter joy and mischief that inhabited her soul. You could see it in her eyes. There was no mistaking it.

Daisy was nearly 12. I adopted her from All Sato Rescue when she was a year old. 

She ended up in the rescue after a crummy backyard breeder dumped her at an animal shelter in Puerto Rico. A shelter worker told the breeder their facility was full, and they'd have to euthanize her. He didn't seem phased and paid the $60 fee.

Shortly after he left, volunteers from the All Sato team walked in and saw her—a beautiful, young, yellow Labrador tied up to the front desk. They were coming to pick up smaller street dogs, not a giant Daisy-sized pooch. They didn't have room in their van for her or even large enough crates back at their facility. 

But they could not leave her there to be killed. They decided to leap and hope the net appeared. The net did appear; they worked it out. I will be forever grateful for the risk they took. 

I was one of 20 applicants who applied to adopt Daisy and was lucky enough to get her. 

I'm so thankful for the rescue's hard work. The dog that jerk discarded became the light of our lives. She has been the greatest gift we could have ever received.

Of course, the final decision to adopt Daisy also rested on Solly, my grumpy, rescued black Lab. According to his DNA test, he was a Sheepdog trapped in a Labrador's body. It explained a lot. But he needed to like her. He was picky when it came to his dog pals.

The rescue flew Daisy up to a shelter in New Hampshire. When Solly and I drove up to meet her, he was somewhat indifferent about her. But Daisy instantly adored him. I figured indifferent would do. I loaded them all into my Jeep, and off we went.

Daisy turned out to be a ray of sunshine that brought out a loving, playful side in Solly. She loved him so much that when Solly learned how to open the door to our condo and escape, she followed him into the common area hallway.

Daisy, unsupervised, managed to create so much chaos we got letters from the condo association attorney and had quite a headache. The trouble those two got into could fill an entire book that might be titled "How Our Dogs Got Us Evicted."

She clearly had the eating disorder PICA—where one compulsively eats non-edible items.

Over the years, while home alone, she broke out of repeated crates and ate oven mitts, a bra, a wine glass, leashes, collars, the tips of gloves, a cheeseboard, pepper spray, and oven knobs off the stove. When we bought childproof knob covers, she ate those! We finally removed the oven knobs and kept them in a cabinet.

While hiking one day, she found and ate a neon purple rubber fishing worm lure (not the hook, thank goodness) which she later pooped out, intact, in front of an entire beach full of people and picnickers.

But wait, it gets better because the worm got STUCK coming out. I had to run over with a poop bag and try to pull it from her rear end. But it was rubber, so it kept "giving." It was like a tug-of-war between her butt, the worm, and me.

As I fought the battle, determined to get the worm out, I could hear gasps of horror from all the people sitting on the beach. Children were screaming, "Mom! What is going on with that dog? Why does she have a big purple worm in her butt?"

When Daisy realized what was happening, she tried to run from the stuck worm. I had to chase her down, hold her, and pull it out. Then, I sheepishly walked off the beach with my tail between my legs as the onlookers pretended to look away.

My partner and I cherished her every single day. We knew she was ours for a limited time on this earth, but we never thought the day would come when she would not be with us. We could never even think about that pain. We had just lost Solly two years before. 

Photo credit: Dog River Lodge at Bark Hallow daycare

But last idle Tuesday, just after 4 PM, I walked into a dimly lit exam room where the neurologist pulled up Daisy's MRI scan results and uncomfortably said, "These situations are never easy..."

I knew I was about to be blindsided.

My heart started racing. 

I Facetimed my partner so he could hear the doctor speak as I felt like that bus was bearing down on me. 

The neurologist pulled up a picture from the MRI that showed a giant, evil, monstrous mass eating into her spine. 

I tried not to hyperventilate. 

"It is a tumor," the neurologist said. "I'm so sorry we weren’t expecting that. There are no treatment options. It cannot be removed because of its location in her spinal cord."  

The room started spinning.

"You could try radiation to shrink it, but it won't go away," she continued, trying to sound calm. "That would only buy her a couple of weeks — but Daisy would be in pain."

I started shaking. 

I attempted to hold back tears and the sound of ugly cries but failed miserably. When the staff left the exam room, I nearly threw up in the sink. 

After everything Daisy ate and processed through her steel-lined stomach and all the times we worried about each object she ingested or her bad discs, cancer got her in the end.

My partner and I then made the right but the most heartbreaking decision you ever make as pet parents: we decided to let her go immediately and be free of that pain. We never brought her home. My partner raced to the animal hospital to be with us. We couldn't stand the thought of her suffering. The neurologist told us we made the right choice.

As we drove home without her that evening, I thought I would never feel happiness again. I'd never laugh again. I could not see life beyond the unbearable agony we were in. 

Looking back, I can't believe Daisy hid the pain she must have been in for so long. She had been her cheery, spunky self even the week before. 

I often thought if Daisy could write me an email update from over the Rainbow Bridge, she'd say something like, "Dear Mom, I have my best friend Solly back. We'll make room on the recliner for you one day. Please don't be sad anymore. We have no more pain. Oh! You can eat as much as you want in Heaven and not puke! It's fantastic." 

Megan Saucier, who runs Sandy Trails K9 Adventures, captured the incredible picture of Daisy that headlines this memorial and wrote as a tribute to her: "Daisy was a crazy senior, with the no Fs left to give mentality which always kept us laughing."

As the weeks went on after Daisy died, we began to feel less like zombies. Though for a while, we only laughed when we retold Daisy stories that usually ended in chaos, an emergency room visit, or seeking legal advice. 

When I think of how it all happened, I believe it's better I didn't see this bus coming. Even if we somehow caught Daisy’s bone cancer in her spinal column early, there weren’t great treatment options.

We would have spent the last year crying, upset, and worrying. Instead, we spent that last year trying to make every day with her the best: Swimming, hiking, eating ice cream, and just letting Daisy be Daisy until that last car ride we took together. 

Love you, Daisy. Thank you for being you. You are one in a million!

May we always live like Daisy: Filled with joy, always ready for adventure and mischief, with no Fs to give, even until the very end.

Click here for a video about Daisy and Solly.












Dog Photography Tips for Your Holiday Cards

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The dreaded annual holiday card photo shoot. The stakes are high and the pressure is on. It’s hard enough to get your spouse and kids to clean up, dress up and smile for photos, but your dog, too?

Watchdog Mary interviewed a range of pet picture experts, from dog trainers to photographers, to get the top dog photography tips for her article in Dogster Magazine.

The Truth About Puppy Dog Eyes and What They Do to Us

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You know the look — that puppy-dog-eyed glance. Your dog raises his eyebrows, flashes a fretful face and you stop in your tracks.

You’ll do nearly anything to appease him. Treat? Car ride? Steak? Gucci collar? $500 orthopedic bed?

Recent research reveals that our emotional response to those puppy dog eyes is part of an intense bond between humans and dogs that has likely been in the works for tens of thousands of years.

Click here to read the rest of Watchdog Mary’s article in Dogster magazine.

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