DO NOT SPRAY ADVANTAGE FLEA TREATMENT SPRAY ON YOUR DOGS.
Not if they like to clean themselves frequently.
I have a pitbull/chihuahua mix. He has a very high level of energy and normally spends his days playing and running around and doesn’t normally sleep until nighttime when my husband and I go to bed. When I come home from school, or even just standing outside for a few minutes, he promptly greets me with energy and by jumping on me.
Today has been different. According to my husband, he’s spent all day resting. At 6:30 this morning, he vomited in a large amount so bad I had to throw away my clothes that I’d left on the floor from last night. When he vomited the first time, it scared me awake because it sounded exactly like the shriek of a screaming infant. That’s how violent it was. Around 8 am, my husband said he vomited again. Once again, in very large amounts, covering a good portion of the foot of our bed. Both times, no dry heaving prior to vomiting like all of my dogs normally do. It all just came up at once, once again in a large amount each time. He didn’t leave the bed to greet me when I got home like he normally does, despite being gone for several hours. He is now mildly bloated and we have removed the food from our room until tomorrow when we see he hasn’t vomited anymore.
He is now sleeping and resting, but I wanted to warn everyone of the dangers associated with ingesting this spray. I didn’t even check until now, but the canister even says that animals cannot ingest the spray.
So if you have a pet that frequently bathes themselves, DO NOT USE THIS SPRAY. They make separate versions for cats and dogs.
These are my beloved fur children. The princess taking her morning stretch on my leg is Ramona and she is a chihuahua mixed with (we THINK) dachshund. The dapper looking fellow relaxing next to her is Biggie Smalls, and he is VERY special to my boyfriend and I. We adopted him from a local shelter that transports dogs from kill shelters; it was a weird accident where I emailed them inquiring about a 1 year old pitbull mix named Buu who had only one day left before euth. (we changed his name) and they replied with “THANKS FOR ADOPTING!” We had no idea what to expect; his breed (staffy/pitbull) is all too common in shelters and neither of us had really encountered such a dog. THIS WAS THE HAPPIEST ACCIDENT OF MY LIFE! He is the sweetest, most loving and loyal dog I have ever met; he watches out for Ramona like a big brother should and puts up with all her spazziness, he gives cuddles when you are sad, he smiles (ACTUALLY SMILES) and whines in excitement when my car pulls in to the driveway, and not to mention he is the most handsome dog at the park! I know I have not mentioned much about Ramona but I am sure from the picture you can tell she gets away with whatever she wants and practically runs the house (she is mommy’s sassy side kick!). (submitted by my-name-is-chuck)
It is estimated that 6-8 million cats and dogs wind up in shelters every single year. Of those, 3-4 million are euthanized. Most of these cats, dogs, kittens and puppies are perfectly healthy and adoptable. The reason for many of these animals being in shelters is of course due to irresponsibility on the human’s end. Many people get a pet without really thinking about the task at hand, the responsibility that comes with it, the time and money needed, as well as the fact that kittens and puppies someday grow up into adult cats and dogs.
States do not regulate who can breed and how many animals they can breed or how many times one animal can be bred. First off this is extremely cruel. Many animals are bred constantly so that every time their litter is weaned from them they will be bred as soon as they go into heat once more. This is extremely painful for the animal and there is a large handful of backyard breeders who use something called a rape chain; a chain tightly and deeply dug into the ground where the female is then attached by the collar - typically with her head firmly against the hard ground, while a male forces itself into her. This is the exact same as a human raping another human. Many dogs are traumatized by this experience! Imagine being tied down and raped, and knowing it’s going to happen multiple times a year, many times in your lifetime and that is all you’re good for!
Unfortunately Pitbulls and Chihuahuas are bred and euthanized more than any other dogs because they are bred a lot more often than other breeds. We can’t stop stray animals from mating and we can’t always prevent every single accident - that’s why they’re accidents. However, there is a way to help manage the overpopulation issues and that’s by each state putting forth an effort to regulate breeding!
This sounds complicated, I know, but it would be extremely easy. First off, the state simply has to make a law about who can breed and who simply cannot, as well as a law about how many times an animal can be bred and what sort of animal can be. Papered purebred dogs and cats with the proper physical charactertistics of the breed would be dubbed breedable with their form (which they’d have to get with their pet who would be the one being bred, with them to be checked out to make sure it is in proper health and meets the requirements). You can get a purebred dog or cat who doesn’t have papers from the shelter, so why let those ones die while you get one from a backyard breeder? Papered dogs and cats are typically a lot healthier due to these breeders putting more money, time and effort into the breeding (I said typcially, not always!) and these papered dogs and cats can be used at shows. People who want to show an animal or who care about pure and great linage would go through breeders while everyone else would be much more inclined to go to a shelter because breeders would be more scarce and harder to reach or afford, while these shelter animals would still have their low prices and you’d be saving a life.
People would just have to call in and report if they see a neighbor has bred a dog three times when, for example, the law in that given state is one animal can only be bred twice in its lifetime. What if it was an accident? Oh well. The family should have gone through the steps to prevent it - having the dog fixed! Secondly, in order to breed a dog or cat the person must have a certificate allowing the animal to be bred once during that year (and again, states could then say each animal could only be bred once or twice during its lifetime). No certificate? You’re selling puppies or kittens? You’ll be fined and owe the state money, as you would when breaking any law.
These regulations would not only help with the overpopulation problems but would make it so inexperienced people were not breeding their animals senselessly to make a little bit of cash. It would save animals from enduring a life of hell of being raped or bred out and pumping up out pup or kitten after the next, over and over in its lifetime. It would help with all of the teenagers or young adults who go get Pitbulls just to breed them to feel cool, or again, to make a little money on the side. It would help with so many animals being sent to shelters and also more people would be inclined to go to shelters if getting dogs and cats elsewhere wasn’t so easy and abundant.
Again, I know I sound like I’m asking for a lot but this is extremely possible and easy to! We are the voice of those who cannot speak up for themselves. We must take a stand and help those who cannot help themselves. This is possible with the help of each and every one of you so help me, help these animals, and let’s make a difference for the innocent today!
My animal rescue page is: facebook.com/KennelsOfCompassion and I will post updates on that page as well as my Tumblr (probably mostly the Tumblr). No matter your country or state, one like on our FB makes a large difference. Thank you for helping us help animals!
Requested by apenguin01 : Can you please do a imagine where Kian and me go and get a puppy from the animal shelter?
“No need to fear! Underdog is here!” announces Underdog as you and Kian watch the movie in the comfort of the bed that you two share.
“Underdog is so cute,” you tell Kian as you cuddle up even closer to him with your head resting on his chest.
“Not that cute,” he counters. “They’re cuter dogs out there.”
“How could you say that?” You giggle.
“I’m just kidding babe. I think all dogs are cute.”
“Would it be crazy to say that I want to raise a puppy with you?”
You feel Kian raise his head from the pillow and you look up to meet his eyes. “You serious?” He asks before answering.
You just smile at him.
“Honestly, no. Not crazy at all. Actually, now that I think about it, it would be fun to own a puppy. One that could cuddle with us in bed and can keep up company.”
“So are you saying what I think you’re saying?!” You hopingly ask as you sit up.
“Let’s go get a puppy!” Kian cheers as he gets up from the bed.
You get up with him. Kian is just in his boxers and all you have on are some short shorts and an undershirt. So you both start to get dressed for this spontaneous trip. You quickly put on a hoodie and normal colored denim pants as Kian throws on a plain black t shirt and some ripped black jeans. With your combat boots on and his Black Vans on as well, the both you and Kian excitingly make your way out of the O2L house and to Kian’s car.
“Wait, where are we planning to get a puppy?” You ask Kian now that you both are strapped into his car. You both got so caught up in the idea that none of you thought ahead. You reach for Kian’s hand that is resting on the console.
“I don’t know,” he answers as he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. “Do you want to go to a pet store?”
“No. We should go to an animal shelter instead. We could save a dog,” you suggest.
“I love that idea better. Okay, we’ll go to an animal shelter.”
It’s not long before Kian pulls up to the closest animal shelter you had to look up on your phone. It’s a small building, with just a simple name, “Animal shelter,” plastered on the front. You look at Kian and Kian looks to you, you both excited that that you two are actaully here. Then you both get out of the car and walk into the place.
You can hear animals barking and even smell them when you enter. With Kian holding your hand, he leads the both of you to the front counter. A man doing some paper work looks up when he notices you guys. “May up help you?”
“Yeah, umm.. we wanted to maybe adopt a puppy,” Kian tells the man. You can tell that he has never gotten a dog from an animal shelter before.
“Oh, no can do. We do have dogs, but none of them are small or young.”
Kian looks over to you with a worried face. Honestly, you don’t really care if it’s not a puppy anymore. You guys were excited to come and now you guys are here and you are not leaving without a dog. “It’s fine,” you tell the man. “We just want to save a dog.”
“Okay then. Follow me.” He walks away from the counter and you and Kian trail after him. You guys pass one room that is full of dogs in cages, and they all go wild when they see you pass. It’s in the next room that you guys go into where the dogs are a little more calm. “These are the dogs that we have cleared to be adopted. The others are either sick or to rough to be up for adoption. So I’ll let you both spend some time with each one to see if you guys make a decision. Let me know if you need anything” the employee explains before leaving the room.
Now you and Kian are left alone with the dogs. “I hope we find the perfect dog,” you tell Kian, looking around.
“I know we will,” he assures you.
So you and Kian first begin to look at the cages on the right side. There’s a large golden retriever, a small pitbull, a chihuahua, and a bunch more. But as you and Kian look at them, none of them seem like the one. So dog after dog, you and Kian try to decide. No luck on the right side. So you and Kian move onto the left side.
Some dogs bark and others stay in the corner, crying and scared. You think that you guys aren’t going home with a dog after all until you come up to a cage in the middle. You crouch down to get a better look. A light brown laborador has its paws up to the cage, wagging it’s tail. You put your hand up to the it’s paw and it tries to lick it. That makes you smile. “You like that one?” Kian asks as he crouches down next to you.
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Me too. So that settles it. We should listen to our first instict. I’ll go call the worker.” He puts his hand up to the cage and makes kissing noises to the dog. If it could jump up and down, you are sure it would. Then Kian gets up and leaves the room.
You try to touch the dog as much as you can through the square holes. The dog also tries her best to touch you too. You giggle at its excitement. You look on the top corner of the cage to look at the information. On this dog, all it says is that it’s a girl. You look back at her. Now, you and the dog are just staring at each other. She is sitting, very calm, but her eyes locked on yours. Then, her eyes suddenly change from a brown color to a sudden light purple color only for a split second before changing back.
You scoot a little back from the cage. But then you realize that there is an absence of fear that you should be feeling. So as you move back to the cage, the dog goes back to how she was, putting her paw up to the cage. You have this sudden urge to put your hand up to her paw, feeling her soft touch. You get lost in her eyes again.
“It’s this one here.” You are snapped back to reality by the sound of Kian’s voice. You turn to him and he walks in with the worker from earlier. You get up quickly to move out of the way. Kian leads the man to the cage and points the dog out.
So the worker nods and retrieves the keys from his back pocket. He finds the key he is looking for and begins to unlock the dog’s cage.
You keep your mouth shut. You are not sure if you are going to tell Kian what you saw, if you did actually see it. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Or maybe it wasn’t.
As soon as the cage door opens, the dog comes running to the employee. “Hey girl,” he says to her in a baby voice. “You’re going home today.” Then he locks a lease onto her collar. He hands it to Kian. Kian happily takes it and tries to handle the now hyper dog. “Okay, now just follow me to get some paper work done.”
You follow behind Kian who is trying to lead the dog in the right direction, but she doesn’t listen too well.
There’s something there with the dogs. Some sort of connection.
Kian finally gets the dog to the front desk. He hands the lease over to you so he can fill out the paperwork. He fills a few lines and then asks, “Oh yeah, (Y/N), what are we going to name the dog?”
You both completely forgot and didn’t even think about her name. You think for a moment. All you can think about are her eyes. Her brown hazel eyes. Hazel. “Why not Hazel?” You suggest.
“I love that name,” he says as he writes it down. So then you try to keep Hazel calm as Kian finishes. You still don’t know what’s going to happen, but what you do know is that you need Hazel to come home with you.
“Okay, looks good,” the worker confirms as he skims the papers. “Well thank you.” He shakes hands with Kian and then with you. You both walk out of the shelter with your now new pet.
You and Kian decided that you should stay in the back with Hazel as he drives. So now you sit next to her as Hazel decides to take up most of the seat and her paws lay on top of you.
Now that Kian is focusing on the road, you try to do it again. You turn Hazel’s face to yours and look at her eyes. Come on. Do it again. But it doesn’t happen. Instead she jumps a little and licks your face. You push her back down and try it again. But when you do, she doesn’t stay still and wiggles out of your grip, getting up. You see her trying to head to the front of the car, so you grab her by her tail before she can. That’s when she snaps back to you and tries to bite your hand. “Hey!” You scowl.
“Um.. you okay (Y/N)?” Kian asks as you meet his eyes in the rear view mirror. Hopefully this is the first time he looks.
“Yeah, fine. Hazel is just a little hyper,” you reply to play it off.
When Kian gets to the O2L house, you notice that no one else is there right now. Kian gets out of the car first. Then he opens the door on your side. He gets the leash and pulls Hazel off from you and onto the ground. Now you can finally move and get out as well.
The first thing Hazel does is sniff her surroundings, and then pees on the lawn. “Wow Hazel, not even a minute. You couldn’t give it a minute, ” Kian jokes.
“Hey, better out here than in there,” you point out as you laugh.
So now you both walk into the house, introducing Hazel to her new home. Kian let’s Hazel go from her leash and then she goes wild. She starts to run all around the house, smelling everything she can. She jumps from couch to couch, sometimes finding something to chew on for a few seconds and then moving on. You and Kian laugh at her behavior. “She’s one of a kind,” Kian tells you. The he calls Hazel. “Hazel! Come here!”
She hears him and runs over. She gets on her hind legs as she jumps up at Kian’s legs. Kian crouches down to pet her and you sit next to him. You can’t help but keep trying to look at Hazel’s eyes. You need to see her eyes again.
“Her eyes are kind of different,” Kian observes.
Your heart skips a beat. Kian can see it now while you can’t? “What do you mean by that?” you pipe.
He continues to pet Hazel around her neck as he answers, “Her eyes are a really dark brown. Almost black. I’ve never seen a dog’s eyes like that.”
You quickly feel relieved. “Oh,” you try to stay calm, “that. Yeah. They are kind of dark.”
“It’s weird. I remember when I had a dog and we taught him tricks. It use to bark-”
Hazel interrupts Kian by barking so loud that it makes your hair fly back. It wasn’t any normal bark. It made your eardrums pop and a chill ran up your spine. You look at Hazel and now she is back to her normal self, breathing with her tongue sticking out, as if nothing happened.
“What the hell was that?” Kian chokes.
You knew there was something to Hazel. “It was some sort of… super bark. But… how did she do that?!”
“I don’t know.” You and Kian now can’t take your eyes off her. “That’s not normal.”
“Kian,” he turns to you because of your serious tone of voice, “I didn’t tell you this earlier, but I saw her eyes change color.“
"What?” He looks at you.
“I was freaked out too. Sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t know how to explain our clumsy dog can change the color of her eyes.”
Kian sighs. “It’s okay.” Then he looks back to Hazel who is sitting, but she still looks excited like any other dog. “So is Hazel… some sort of super dog.”
“See? I didn’t want to say it either because it sounds ridiculous.”
“So she does that thing when we say B.A.R.K. Do you think she does anything else?”
You decide to try. “Hazel, jump.”
“Why doesn’t she do anything else?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she can only do that other one,” Kian proposes.
“But that doesn’t makes sense. Why can she only bark and not another trick? Hazel, what are you?”
Then, Hazel start to run to the middle of the room. Then she looks at you and Kian, and her eyes change color again.
“Wait, it was one of those words. Repeat what you said,” you tell Kian.
Her eyes glow. Bingo.
You think you can finally put the pieces together. “Bark!.” you exclaim.
And she does with a loud sound.
“Oh! She can only do that after we say trick and her eyes glow.” And because you said that, her eyes go back to red. “Look. Jump.”
Then Hazel leaps off the floor, almost touching the roof and onto a shelf mounted on the wall.
“Oh my God,” Kian utters. Then Hazel jumps off and comes back down to the both of you. “But I don’t understand how a dog so clumsy like her can do things like that. She doesn’t seem like the smartest dog.”
As if Hazel is trying to talk to you, you can’t help but stare at her. You getting this feeling that you can’t explain. Then a thought comes to your head that you have to say out loud, “It’s an act.”
“What?” Kian questions with confusion.
“I think Hazel talked to me in some way. It’s an act. She pretends to be stupid and clumsy so no one suspects anything.”
“Babe, are you sure she told you that?” He doubts.
“Positive,” you confirm.
“I still can’t believe Hazel is what she is. Whatever she is. What do we do with her?”
“Well, we can’t just give her away now. I want her,” you urge as you start to pet her again.
“So we are going to keep a super dog?” Kian laughs, now seeming casual about this whole situation.
“Are we going to tell anyone about this? The boys?”
“No. We join Hazel in her act,” you explain. “We tell everyone that she’s stupid and clumsy.”
“How are the boys never going to see what she can do?” Kian argues.
“We just have to be careful. It’s not always going to happen when someone says ‘trick’ and a dog command in the same sentence.”
“Okay. I like Hazel too. It’s going to take me a while to get use to the whole 'superdog’ idea, but this might be fun. I just wonder though, why can she do those things?”
That’s the one question that has been on your mind. “I don’t know,” you respond. “It’s weird. But I have this feeling with Hazel. Like, feeling safe.”
“You feel it too!?” He blurts out.
"I’ve been feeling it since I saw her.
“I guess with time we will figure out more things about her. For now, I’m just glad we got a dog. Not what I was thinking of earlier before we left the house, but I’m glad we found her.” Then he talks to her in a puppy dog voice. “Your going to be a good girl and act like you don’t have super powers, right?”
Hazel then moves from Kian’s grip, and starts to run around the room. Then, she attempts to jump on the couch. She misses it by a few inches and falls onto the floor on her side.
“I guess you were right. We did pick the perfect dog,” you chuckle.