Old Dog.....
bubbatd said:
If I am an "Old Dog" I'm proud to be one.....and yes, I've been involved for over 50 years, but do not label myself a behaviorist ..... I know practically nothing about other breeds besides goldens, and will only post from my own personal experiences without making a blanket statement. BTW...I'm now hoping not to be mean....your dogs did have something to stand and lay on other than cage gratings I hope for 3 days !! I'm glad God did look after them and that you recovered. Do you have any signals with your neighbors etc if you are in trouble ?? I check in on my elder neighbors... we close our curtains at night...open in the morning...if gone overnight leave 1/2 open ..
No....Old Dog the poster.
The dogs have bread racks in their crates. Like the blue ones in the grocery that bread is delivered on. I have given up worrying about their comfort. I have put dacron filled pads in their crates, I have put pads made from the "sheepskin" they use in hospitals, I have folded queen sized top quality percale sheets for beds, etc, and every frigging time the idiots push whatever it is out of the way, and lay on the rack.
There is paper under the racks to absorb liquid, and if by chance they poop, it goes down to the paper. My dogs aren't in the crates for very long at any time....except for Ivan. I was supposedly dead but for the breathing when they got me to the hospital, so I really was not in charge of the system.
Orval who lives next to me, and to whom I am selling the property, came over twice that I remember while I was first comatose. The third time when the paramedics came I do not remember at all.
I usually talk to Old Dog every day, and email my sister in N.C. every day. One thing I would mention to everybody, make sure you have important numbers written down somewhere. These days nobody knows anyone's number "because they have it on speed dial". And since everyone emails today, nobody knows anyone's street address. Makes it hard to connect during emergencies. Pat finally called the State Police and had them come over. My friend Terry from Daytona also called and had them check....both after I had been taken off to the hospital.
But all came out well, considering. Except for taking forever to recover from the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. I am still not back to 100%. Likely never will be....but I chug along.
That is a good idea with the curtains. But I only have one window that faces out that I am near, and that is right here near the computer and it is blocked by the tree that the bird feeders are on.
If I could have found a bloody thermometer before Ivan hit, I would have known I was starting a fever, and could have gone to the emergency room. I found all the stinking arsed things after I got back home, naturally!!!!!
Oh well.......poop happens. I was blessed when Ivan hit. The dogs and I could have died.