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I've been looking at this going HNNHGG HNGNGNG because usually it's like "ohgodbequietalready". I have Pseudotumor Cerebri, the differences are mainly in whether the fluid hangs in-or-outside of the ventricles. Mine's outside cause all my mine are collapsed, good job brain  I know there are minor vs deadly cases, and mine is the middle-to-deadly side. It's a terrible life and sometimes I just want to, like I said, drug the dogs and bawww in bed with them (depending), sometimes they seem like the kid who got shunted at 4 days old and has only gone in for more tubing. It just SUCKS seeing those dogs, a lot, because my lifespan is gonna be age 40, over half way there, no shunts, kidney issues from the pills, etc and I don't get any comfort that this is a lovely human-only deal. And it's something where thousands of dogs out there HAVE IT, and they are lucky if there owner even knows where the vet IS never-mind takes their bubble head dog to specialists (of which they are plentiful, with almost-free appointments for poor people in multiple cities!). I guess day-to-day it's like "whatever this sucks ugh it's coursework day cat stop steppin' on me" for myself, but "OH GOD WHAT THE gently caress THAT POOR ANIMAL JESUS GET THE PILLS" for dogs/rats/squirrels/etc. The best I can do (and do every time) is say "oh hi does your critter have x? it's a disease I have too hey buddy glad we're both doing okay today!" and hope they go see a vet or ask me about it.Advice I give is the stuff about where the low-income vets are (run by Tufts), to please keep their eyes safe like they are about to launch out and whither and that they could be like me and have vision gaps, and to have a pain assessment at next check up (it's usually a puppy), and that nothing I say or do supersedes their vets' opinions. I'm a shelter lady so I can do that "DON'T PANIC ". Us ~support groupers~ do talk about this, most of the response is "kill it  " which I think speaks of the newly diagnosed. It's not that I think they should all be wiped out (that's ridiculous) but ugh breeding practices come the gently caress on. COME ON NOW.Sorry this is long, this is feelings I guess and I guess maybe other vet types would be interested. For other questions email me at haunted dawt cat at gmail dawt com before you get there, yes therapy startin' next month
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I had Ozma declawed I never intended to get a cat in this apartment because cats on the lease are required to be declawed, but she was the last of a litter of farm kittens. Her two brothers vanished and left her lonely and hungry for human affection. That farm tends to go through three cats every couple years due to being in the country and right beside a highway. I just knew she was next and she needed me to take her away! But she expressed herself with her claws. Even the smallest pat had her gleefully kneading her claws deep into the carpet, your clothes, your arm. She would prance, kneading with velcro hooked paws as she walked. No way I could keep that from the landlord. So I had them take her poor toes, so I could take her from the farm. It was a horrible experience for us both. The vet was awful a and used stitches which she pulled at constantly. She was obviously miserable. She would get comfy and try to knead and her poor stiff paws would weakly twitch with pain. I felt like a monster. And to top it off, when I went to the landlord to take proof of shots, spay, and declaw, the lady waved away the proof of declaw saying oh, we don't really need it. THEN WHY MAKE SUCH A HUGE POINT OF IT IN THE LEASE aaaarrrrgggh. I know she's happy here now. She has surpassed the lifespan of most the cats born on that farm and her life is cush...but it still breaks my heart when she runs her little paws down Pete's scratching posts (landlord won't ever know he's got his claws. Never again.)
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Aw, poor Ozma You did what was best for her in the lovely situation you were given, though. Like you said, her life is great now and she's, well, you know... not dead. My best friend in high school had a cat that they adopted from the shelter who was declawed on all four feet. I guess this was a dick move, but I would rub her belly until she rabbit kicked me or tried to grab me with her front paws. I thought it was hilarious. Every so often I do this to Clover, whose claws go from "nicely trimmed" to "LOLNEEDLESHARP" in about 30 seconds, and get my hand ripped up. It's still funny, just... less funny. Confession: Shanti isn't nearly as trained as I'd like him to be, and I have my mom's dog for weeks on end when she lets me take him, so I kind of already have two dogs... but Aussie, as much as I'd like to keep him forever, does have to go home sometimes. I... really want to adopt an older dog (or get another Newfie puppy, but that would be the death of my sanity). I can't handle or afford another dog, my cat would murder me, and since I don't drive, Dog #2 would render me even more dependent on my boyfriend or parents if I had a dog-problem. I follow too many rescues on Facebook, and I check the Edmonton Humane Society's website daily. Why do I torture myself?
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My neighborhood is a hotspot for feral animals and domestic animal abuse. Between me and my roommates we've managed to save a handful of cats and a couple dogs but, there are a huge amount we can't do anything for. In the past two years I've come across the corpses of two pitbulls which were probably dumped on the side of the road, and we've rescued one stray one (which had been obviously pregnant recently, wearing a choke chain), so there's certainly at least one illegal breeder around, and neither the police, nor the APL, nor the Humane Society seem to give a poo poo. Whenever I see a stray animal I'll usually make some effort to attract its attention and bring it home, but I've only been successful once. Overall my neighborhood is a terrible place to be a dog or a cat and I'm pretty much powerless to change that outside of my own home.
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There's a cat that I see all the time around my apartment complex. We lovingly nicknamed her Garbage because of her tortie coloration and her tendency to hang out around the complex dumpsters. My confession is that she seems to have some huge bulge on her stomach. Not like her stomach is fat but like an abscess or a tumor. I feel so so so bad for her and I so badly want to catch her and take her to my vet but I could in no way afford to dip into our savings for medical treatment for a stray cat. We have cats of our own and I try to keep some savings in case something happens to them. I know if I mentioned it to my mom (who volunteers at the local shelter) she would feel like I do and probably catch her, but she'd take her to the shelter and I'm afraid they'd just put Garbage down instead of treating her. I don't want to take her away from home, I just want to treat her and re-release her. But it's not practical!  I'm sorry Garbage! Buggiezor fucked around with this message at 15:45 on Mar 18, 2013 |
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anima posted:Sorry this is long, this is feelings I guess and I guess maybe other vet types would be interested. Thanks! I'm considering doing neurology, so this is a thing that I'll see frequently enough that I feel like I should try to learn more about it from the perspective of what it might actually be like for the dog aside from the neurologic deficits that we can notice. Their cases are often very extreme, too.
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Confession: I screwed up and swatted Griff on the butt and she's being a giant baby about it and I feel bad. I'd had to make her get off the bed about 15 times, had to get on to her for jumping at the rat cage a bunch of times, had to scold her for messing with the trash can in the kitchen a bunch of times (we'd grilled out and the foil we'd had some meat wrapped in was in there and she decided it was for her,)and just wasn't interested in anything I gave her to do to keep her busy and I was trying to get a bunch of stuff done and just, ugh. After she jumped on the bed and started rolling around on it for like the 50th time, she decided she was sick of me telling her to get down and just looked at me like "haha make me!!!  " and when I went to shove her off, she dug in and growled at me like a giant turd, and I was sick of her crap, and I kind of lost it at her for a second, screamed at her to get the gently caress down, and smacked her on the butt on her way down. She stomped around the house growling to herself for like 15 minutes, started a fight with Moses over it, snapped at Frankie, and then refused to have anything to do with anyone for like the rest of the day. Any time I tried to make up with her she refused treats, and if I pet her she grumbled the whole time. Now she's back to acting like she ~doesn't know what I'm going to do~ and ~can't trust me~ and is all defensive and pissy and ugh. I know it didn't hurt, it was a single open handed smack on the butt and I pat her harder than that when I'm just patting her, but we'd been doing so awesomely and she was getting to where I could do anything to her and she was starting to actually listen to me specifically because I've approached her growling and resource guarding with "All Treats All The Time," and now I've set us back days because was dumb and let her make me mad.  Just, when I've told you to get off the bed a million times, don't GROWL at me about it when I finally get sick of you and dump you on the floor. I mean, really. She is so ~wounded~ and ~betrayed~ now.
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Asa does this to me. She'll just...not listen. And keep being a pain. So she gets shot with a nerf gun :P And then for the next 12-24 hours I'm the worst villain in the world. Then all is well. So to shall it be with Griff 
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Superconsndar posted:Confession: I screwed up and swatted Griff on the butt and she's being a giant baby about it and I feel bad. I'd had to make her get off the bed about 15 times, had to get on to her for jumping at the rat cage a bunch of times, had to scold her for messing with the trash can in the kitchen a bunch of times (we'd grilled out and the foil we'd had some meat wrapped in was in there and she decided it was for her,)and just wasn't interested in anything I gave her to do to keep her busy and I was trying to get a bunch of stuff done and just, ugh. After she jumped on the bed and started rolling around on it for like the 50th time, she decided she was sick of me telling her to get down and just looked at me like "haha make me!!! Times I remember I don't want a primitive breed: after reading about primitive breeds. gently caress it I could deal with a Chow edit: VVVV I will assume whatever I please 
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Saint Darwin posted:Times I remember I don't want a primitive breed: after reading about primitive breeds. Griff is an APBT
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Saint Darwin posted:Times I remember I don't want a primitive breed: after reading about primitive breeds. aahahahahaha This pibble bullshit. Primitive breeds will stick their noses up in the air and flounce like the prettiest of princess and ignore you until you ~~know your place~~. Or cry like the biggest babies.
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Artie's going to start responding to "Little poo poo" as he gets called that at least as much as his name. Something that amuses me is flopping his tail around so he can see it and he'll start twirling trying to get it, but as he gets more excited it'll curl back around so as far as he's concerned it vanishes
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Zenithbliss posted:Artie's going to start responding to "Little poo poo" as he gets called that at least as much as his name. That's okay. Somehow along the way I started calling Beau "Baby Butt" and it has since morphed into Buttface, Button, and Senor Butt. I'm not even sure if he knows his real name at this point.
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Oh boy I been saving these up. Confession: the puppy likes to roo first thing in the morning after she's been outside, even if it is like 8am. I've been encouraging it so now we have loud rooing matches and it is deeply hilarious. Between her roo and Lola's high pitched yaps, my neighbours probably hate me. Confession: the more and more time I spend around non functional (ie toy or flat faced) dogs the more anti them I become. :iamafag: Confession: I kind of want a cat right now, but I live on a busy road (as far as small towns go) so it wouldn't be able to go out. I despise litter boxes. Also I think having a cat as well as my other pets might push me into crazy hoarder territory.
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Fraction posted:Confession: I kind of want a cat right now, but I live on a busy road (as far as small towns go) so it wouldn't be able to go out. I despise litter boxes. Also I think having a cat as well as my other pets might push me into crazy hoarder territory. At the moment we have 7 indoor cats as well as the dog, 3 gerbils and dozens of fish 
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Rufus En Fuego posted:That's okay. Somehow along the way I started calling Beau "Baby Butt" and it has since morphed into Buttface, Button, and Senor Butt. I'm not even sure if he knows his real name at this point. Gary gets called Pig, Pigpig, and Piglet. It's because he snorts and grunts all the time. Also Monster because he's a hairy monster.
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Zenithbliss posted:At the moment we have 7 indoor cats as well as the dog, 3 gerbils and dozens of fish Two dogs, five rats, two gerbils and a cat sounds crazy though (especially as they'd all be my responsibility). But really my main issue with a cat would be the litterbox. They are gross.
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Rufus En Fuego posted:That's okay. Somehow along the way I started calling Beau "Baby Butt" and it has since morphed into Buttface, Button, and Senor Butt. I'm not even sure if he knows his real name at this point. Vanya is Veevee, Veebug, Bun, Bugbug, Bit, Littlebutt, Littlebit, Babydog, Bean, Flash, and Roy. Honestly, if it's said in a bright and enthusiastic tone of voice, he'll answer to anything. ...I need help Avshalom fucked around with this message at 11:06 on Jun 15, 2013 |
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I've had the puppy for like two months and she barely knows ANYTHING, trick or training wise. As a result we're going to start going to the best puppy class I can get to, which is still Not Great. Sometimes I get a major bout of guilt over getting the puppy so soon after Jess was pts... and for not really caring about it. I loved Jess but we butted heads a LOT. It's kind of easier to remember her than it was to live with her.
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One time when I was a Dumb Teen, me and my Dumb Teen boyfriend were driving around town at night and this dog ran across the street. We had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting it. It hovered on the edge of the busy four lane street, so we pulled into the nearest parking lot and enticed it to come to us. It was a really sweet dog and we figured it was somebody's pet that got loose. It was a Husky, on the smallish side, no collar. We lingered in the parking lot for a while, not really knowing what to do. Both of us lived with our parents who would be livid if we brought home a dog. I remembered there was a vet up the road, so we enticed the dog into his car and drove up there. Of course, it was closed when we got there so we sat in that parking lot for a while wondering what to do. We couldn't take it in, and we couldn't let it keep wandering around in the street. It would almost certainly get hit by a car. This man came out of the restaurant next door and asked us what we were doing. We explained the situation to him and he pet the dog for a while, then said, "Ah hell, I'll take her in." We gave him a ride with us and the dog to where he lived, a town home complex a little ways down the road. He was obviously not homeless, a little scruffy and redneck-y, but other than that we didn't even get his name or number. I don't know what happened to that dog. We never followed up. I don't know if he kept it, turned it in to the vet, if it was a lost dog that some little kid never got to see again because we caught it and gave it to some random dude before the family could find it, or what. I don't know if he was a good owner and loved that dog or if he neglected it or beat it or killed it. I really wish I knew, but I don't, and I never will, and that upsets me so much. That was almost seven years ago and I still think about it every so often. I cried about it for a long time afterward because I don't know if we made the right decision. I even drove around the town home complex one day years later trying to remember what house it was, but it was at night and it all happened so fast, I couldn't pick out which house it was. I've never told anyone about it because it's ridiculous and I'm afraid that if I tell anybody they'll be like "way to go DOG MURDERER" but it's one of the main guilts I carry around with me. I'm sorry, dog. I was young and stupid and didn't know what to do, I thought we were making the best decision. I hope your life was good.
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Jet's getting fat. His bag of food says to feed him 2/3 cup per day for his weight but he easily finishes that within 10-12 hours. I'm taking him down to 1/2 cup in the morning and at night now, and I feel bad that he's hungrier than usual now. But seriously, you're a chubbers.
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Last night, I had a dream that I went to adopt a dog. But on the way to the pound, I passed a pet shop, and then (???) and suddenly I was back at home with twenty puppies. I'd already made a thread on PI about the dog I was going to adopt and I had to lie about it frantically, but then someone did a surveillance of my house and started posting all these photos of me surrounded by puppies of indeterminate ancestry, and everyone was all "Avshalom, where did you get those puppies? Where is that dog you were going to adopt? What's going on?" and then there was a big investigation and I was uncovered as a fraud. I woke up feeling unreasonably distressed. I have nightmares about being denounced by PI. That's my confession. (It's not even the first one. I dreamt a few months ago that I bought a Newfoundland puppy from a backyard breeder and swore not to tell anyone, but then I took it to the beach and you were all there. And you could all tell it was a BYB puppy somehow, and you kept asking me about its hips and I kept trying to lie, and then I think it disintegrated or something and I woke up in a cold sweat.) Avshalom fucked around with this message at 03:50 on Jun 22, 2013 |
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Avshalom posted:(It's not even the first one. I dreamt a few months ago that I bought a Newfoundland puppy from a backyard breeder and swore not to tell anyone, but then I took it to the beach and you were all there. And you could all tell it was a BYB puppy somehow, and you kept asking me about its hips and I kept trying to lie, and then I think it disintegrated or something and I woke up in a cold sweat.) The lesson you should take from this is the hips don't lie.
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My Hedgehog doesn't like when you pet his quills against the grain, and makes a hissy noise if you do. So I do it all the time. I also randomly go and lightly poke him until he wakes up because I'm terrified he isn't warm enough and will hibernate. I let my youngest cat get into the baby's crib, but shoo off the others if they try it. One of my boy cats is terrified of bugs, so when one gets in I do nothing and laugh at him while he hides under the coffee table and cries.
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The hips don't lie. (I have had an embarrasing number of dreams to this effect about pet island. Mine usually end in me trying to find a way to kill and hide the body of Shamefully Acquired Animal before PI finds out The Truth. Apparently I'm a really horrible person in my dreams.  )
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Superconsndar posted:The hips don't lie. shaking my head disapprovingly like yeah judging your purchase of a byb puppy with dud hips like yeah
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While you people are having dreams about the terrible consequences of your actions for PI, I dream about you people dying in natural disasters and murders and poo poo and having to take care of all your goddamned animals. And for some reason, Moses always turns Balen gay as hell. By the end of the dream they're hanging out at forever 21 trying on cut off t-shirts and makeup.
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I don't really have PI dreams any more because my emotional investment in this forum has waned quite a lot after like 8 years of reading and posting. This is my PI confession. Sorry dudes. notsowelp fucked around with this message at 16:56 on Jun 22, 2013 |
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notsowelp posted:I don't really have PI dreams any more because my emotional investment in this forum has waned slightly following like 8 years of reading and posting. I've only ever made like three posts on this forum, I have no idea why it's the one that haunts my dreams.
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Avshalom posted:I've only ever made like three posts on this forum, I have no idea why it's the one that haunts my dreams. Probably because we are judge-y as gently caress and not shy about sharing our judgement. I think we're probably the most judgmental of all the forums except maybe EN.
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notsowelp posted:I don't really have PI dreams any more because my emotional investment in this forum has waned quite a lot after like 8 years of reading and posting. I have literally never had a dream about this forum. I don't really feel like that's a confession though.
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Superconsndar posted:(I have had an embarrasing number of dreams to this effect about pet island. Mine usually end in me trying to find a way to kill and hide the body of Shamefully Acquired Animal before PI finds out The Truth. Apparently I'm a really horrible person in my dreams. Mine is always "oh god, I forgot about my pets for a few weeks and they all died horribly, how can I prevent PI from finding out?" I think it's because the short-lived Helldump made me paranoid about goons finding out about my life, even though it's pretty mundane.
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I nearly squashed my 16 year old cat with the roller door by accident. I live in a studio apartment atop a garage with two roller doors. I had my roller door cracked enough that she could go outside on a nice day (she lays on the concrete or crosses the laneway to eat grass and the entry is blocked by my car, so she's sheltered). To open the door fully, I have to close it and open it again. She was outside and I could see her through the 6 inch gap. I went to close the door and reopen it and she panicked and tried to run in. I raced down the stairs (spiral stairs at the end of the garage leading up to my apartment) and caught a glimpse of her head and one front leg as the door came down. I was screaming and the door went back up. She ran over to the stairs and sat on them. I checked her over, squeezed her but she had no sore spots - the door came down on her flexible shoulders, not her head or her spine. I had to leave immediately and I knew logically that she was fine, but the adrenaline wore off in the car and I cried the rest of the ten minute drive to my boyfriend's place, full face of makeup and all. I was certain that I'd come home to a dead cat due to a slow acting stroke or something. She was totally fine. THE NEXT NIGHT I had a horrible nightmare that I was standing on a dock in the rain and the cat kept leaping into the water. Instead of floundering, she sat on the surface and floated away to a flat platform in the water. I rescued her and then SHE DID IT AGAIN. There was that horrible gut wrenching feeling of "I'm going to lose her for good this time." She is fine and still gives no shits.
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I really want to call my next sports dog Plan B. And I'd register him everywhere by his full name. I'd call him B for short.
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I had my lizard out on the couch when I was cleaning his cage, and he found an unknown tear in the couch and wedged himself into the frame. It wasn't cool. I lured him back out with stinky dog food and had to tear open the bottom of the couch.
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Stairs posted:My Hedgehog doesn't like when you pet his quills against the grain, and makes a hissy noise if you do. So I do it all the time. I want video of cranky hedge... I only change Murrpau's litter like once a week and lately I've been digging her toys out from their usual hidey holes and putting them up on the tree so she has to work for them. They are still up there and she is fussy, but she will break before I do!
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My cats still live at my parent's house. They ended up there because we had to move back to Germany last year due to my husband's green card issues and we thought we'd only be there for a couple months. It ended up taking over a year and if I'd known it would take that long, I would have at least brought Danzig with me. And then we got Vecna and moved back to the US and by that time, my mom turned into a crazy cat lady who completely dotes on my girls and my cats weren't even slightly interested in me anymore. My parents have a really large house, an enclosed patio and balcony, and a wimpy-rear end dog who lets my cats push him around constantly and I don't know... I figured they'd be happier there than living in my one bedroom house with a big obnoxious puppy. I do think it was the correct decision but I goddamn do I ever feel guilty about it because I basically rehomed my cats to make way for my dog.
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