Local Community Takes Action

The local area in Baja Sur where dogs have been poisoned eating sea creatures is taking action. This just posted on their local bulletin board:

Beach Clean Up for the Dogs!
Hurry, you can still make it here for 8 am. 

Over the past two weeks there have been over 20 deaths in La Ventana pets from eating slugs on the beach that sometimes lay in seaweed. After ingestion, dogs will die after 15 to 20 min. 

Please help us in a beach clean up today. We are meeting at Playa Central and ask you to bring a rake and trash bags. 

Beach Clean Up for the dogs begins at 8 am, lead by Britney & Vivien, who have recently lost very special pets. We will appreciate your participation, see you here. 

Update on Dog Poisonings in Baja

I just received this update via email. I spoke about my concern with dog poisoning in Baja here and here. Below is the latest news:

Update on poisoning of dogs

As previously reported there have been fatalities in dogs this season in the El Sargento / La Ventana area. It was suspected that the dogs had ingested a poisonous substance. Based on  presenting signs and the progression of those signs a substance called tetrodotoxin which is commonly found in puffer fish was suggested. The problem was that no one had seen their dog chewing on a puffer fish. A new event has now occurred in the last 48 hours which seems to elucidate the problem more clearly. A group of 6 young dogs were taken to the beach around 7:00 AM. The person that was with them observed them chewing on dead sea slugs that had washed up on the beach recently following several days of high wind and waves.  The slugs were taken away from the dogs, their mouths rinsed with sea water and all the dogs were removed from the beach. Approximately 3 hours later all the dogs but one were showing signs of toxicity (salivation, vomiting, diarrhea, intense abdominal pain). All the dogs were taken to a veterinarian in La Paz. At this time 4 of the dogs have died, one is still being treated and one showed only very mild signs and is doing well.

An internet search reveals that sea slugs can sometimes have very high levels of tetrodotoxin in their skin (the same toxin is present in puffer fish and a number of other marine animals) and there are known cases of fatality in dogs from sea slug exposure in other parts of the world.

The toxin is very potent that even small amounts can be fatal. Dogs should not be allowed to chew on any marine animals on the beach.

More information can be found in the following link.

It just goes back to the same old rule that you have to watch your dog closely and monitor what is in their mouth. Easier said then done. Lots of people bring their dogs down and only a fraction of them lose them to this horrible death. None-the-less, Ms. Inmymouthfasterthanaspeedingbullet will not have off leash access on the beach!

Teeth and Chuck-it

I've mentioned before that I am not a photographer, nor do I know how to use the options on my camera in order to take action shots of Bella, so the pictures I share are of her lying down or standing still. I've also mentioned how obsessive she is about fetch. We have three Chuck-its: one in my car, one in the van and one in the garage and they all get a huge work out. We have several friends who regularly play tennis, so our ball supply can get "replenished" on a regular basis.

One very happy, hot and anticipatory puppy!

The shot today is of one happy puppy waiting for me to throw the ball. Notice how hot she is (long tongue) and how dirty her tongue is (lots of muddy ball retrieving!) and how happy she looks! The path to her right is what she has worn into the mud going back and forth after the ball. This path is her center path, but both sides of the alley sport a Bella-route where there once was grass.

Now, for the not so good news... Bella has knocked the tip off of one of her bottom canines. I noticed this a long time ago and assume it happened in her teething stage when it was a constant battle to keep her from eating rocks. But I was shocked yesterday to see that the two premolars behind that one had also been "tipped" and that one of her lower incisors is missing. I can't say when this happened, though I am fairly aware of her body from constant touching, examining and teeth brushing. My conclusion is that it is recent. My horror that it has happened is compounded by the fact that she is not yet two! Did this come from playing fetch or chewing on bones?

The dilemma now is how to manage her desire to play ball and chewchewchew with the care of her teeth which she will need for many, many more years. One thing is for certain, she'll be playing no fetch with anything hard!

Too Clever

I ran across this video posted in Patricia McConnell's wonderful blog, The Other End of the Leash. I couldn't find the clever person who made the video, but they deserve a standing ovation. I was laughing so hard that Bella grew concerned and started nosing me!

Two dogs dining in a busy restaurant

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Thanks Patricia for pointing it out!

Gorgeous Weekend

Although the temperature never rose about 50 degrees, it was sunny and the earth smelled like spring. The crocuses made it through the freeze and snow of the previous week and were so cheery showing their bright little blossoms among the tulip leaves.

I took the opportunity to edge the gardens in back. I could use power tools, but I prefer slow, methodical hand-trimming as I am "up close and personal" with the ground. It took two days to do as the arthritis in my hand was letting me know hand-trimming ain't for sissies. Still, it was wonderful to see how the gardens had fared.

Bella, never missing the opportunity of a captive audience, immediately went for her tennis ball and demanded a game of fetch. Another fun harbinger of spring: I work in the yard and throw the ball, she chases and retrieves. I think this is called a symbiotic relationship!

What Books About Dogs Do You Love?

One of the first books I recall reading about dogs was The Poky Little Puppy. I don't remember the story, but I definitely remember the illustrations. I am uncertain why I remember this book—perhaps it was only because of the pictures, but I'm sure I read it at a time when I began to understood a dog's position in my life—integral.

When I was a child it was discovered that I had skin allergies. I was allergic to many things including dog dander. My mother made a strategic choice: she felt it was better I learn to live and care for animals, than be itch-free. My guess is my mother couldn't live without a dog, but I have never thought her decision wrong. Each new dog that entered our family was greeted and treated as a loved family member. For a short period, my allergies would flair until I became used to that particular dog. They couldn't lick me, I couldn't brush or bathe them as that much contact with fur set my skin off. Still, it was a small price to pay. Bella is the first dog I've allowed to lick my hands (my most reactive spot). Nothing a good, immediate hand wash can't cure!

So along with loving dogs and having at least one in my immediate circle for all but a few years of my nearly six decades, I have enjoyed reading about dogs. Not unusual. There are many training manuals that I've appreciated and used for years, but the novel, now that's a book that speaks to the heart! So what books stand out?

• A Dog's Purpose—a story from a dog's perspective about experiencing several life times.
• The Hidden Life of Dogs—a study of what dogs do.
• Marley & Me—sweet and silly, read in a day to my husband when he was ill.
• Merle's Door—the relationship between a man and his dog.
• Old Yeller—the original break down and sob story.
• The Other End of the Leash—understanding canine communication.
• Pack of Two—a wonderful story about the healing powers of a dog.
• Racing in the Rain—a wonderful story from the dog's point of view.
• Three Among Wolves—a couple and their dog who live a year in the wild studying wolves.

The thing I hate about lists is knowing I've left something out. I'm sure there are many I've forgotten. These are the ones that came to me on first flush. So what books about dogs do you love?

What's in a Name?

I've been asked many times why I named my blog Peas & Beans when it is about a dog. Good question! I had actually started a gardening blog sometime in 2006 with this name. I was curious about blogging and wanted to give it a shot, but was not very diligent about writing.

However, in 2007, our previous dog started exhibiting symptoms of going lame. In our quest to discover what was happening to her, we learned she was a candidate for back surgery. Although I could find information about the surgery itself, I couldn't find much about caring for her afterward. Thus Peas & Beans the gardening blog, became a dog blog. I knew I wasn't the only one with dog going through this and thought our tale might help them deal with a similar situation. I deleted all the gardening posts and began writing Lucy's story. I saw little reason to change the title as I am also an avid gardener and much of the dog's time is spent in the yard with me while I garden. (Not to mention all of my dogs have eaten more of my blueberries than I have!)

So there you have it! A rather half-baked (did I mention I am an ardent bread baker also?), gardening blog morphs into a dog's story!

Routines

With my husband gone this month, Bella and I have established our own routine. She still wants breakfast at the crack of dawn and on a weekend I stumble around fixing it before I shower or return to bed. As much as I may grumble, I actually like getting up early. It allows me a long, slow awakening before having to be fully functional.

Waiting for food; the drool is just starting.

I'll start water for coffee and while the coffee steeps (French press), it's Biscuit Time. There are several steps involved here. First, she needs to ring the bells hanging from the door knob in order to go outside. Once outside, we go through a series of tricks in which a biscuit is sometimes awarded after each trick or may not appear until the very end. The tricks are pretty standard: wave, weave (between the legs) and down plus waiting to eat the biscuit(s) between her front paws. Sometimes I'll mix in stay, come, front, heel, but it depends on the weather and how functional I am considering I still haven't had my coffee!

Post breakfast is a long walk, rain or shine. If it's a work day, her day is confined to the kitchen with a deliciously packed, frozen Kong. She's familiar with this routine, and trots over to her kitchen bed in anticipation. I'd love to give her the run of the house, but we use an alarm system (after our awful break-in) and a loose dog and the alarm don't mix. If it's a free day, anything goes. I often work from home and she's content to snooze or play with her toys, but is happiest when I work in the yard or better yet, go hiking!

Later in the day sees another walk and a chuck-it session. The latter is the highlight of her day and if we have the time, she might have more than a single session. She's worn grooves in the alley dirt from all her retrieving! The number of lost balls in neighbors bushes will one day be a great archaeological find. Each wind storm spits out a ball or two that's an absolute lottery win! Unfortunately, as my aim is not always spot on, there are still many hidden in the laurels.

Dinner is followed by cocktail ball time, chewing on any and all toys, cuddling up while I read. This is a lovely time and I've grown to really love the quietness and togetherness of this. If I'm on the ground, she'll lay as close as possible with her head and paws on me. If I'm in a chair, she's at my feet. Such pals—I love it.

Scratching Up Dirt

No other dogs I've had have done this behavior. None of the dogs we had growing up did this and none of the dogs I've had as an adult...until Bella. Nearly every time she eliminates, she'll walk a pace or two forward and scratch up the earth. Why?

Initially my guess was to cover the spot where she'd gone. Yet I had seen a program on dogs and part of it covered (no pun intended) their urination habits. The one bit I remember most distinctly was about a little Jack Russell, who in his attempt to pee higher up the post (proving he was the BIG dog on campus), would stand on his front legs and hold his entire back end in the air while he peed. Now there's a dog with attitude!

It also occurred to me that cats rub against you not as a sign of affection, but to rub their scent on you. So perhaps dogs scratch up the earth to spread their scent and make a bigger spot designating "their territory."

Ah! The beauty of the search engine! I Googled it and found out I was correct. From the Purina One site, I found this answer:

The scratching behavior after elimination appears to be a marking behavior. Dogs have scent glands on their feet and not only will they leave a scent mark, but they also leave a visual mark when they engage in this behavior.

Dr. Horwitz, Veterinarian

Did she learn it from her mother? Her sister doesn't do it. Was it something her father did? In other words, is it inherited or learned or individual preference? From the little I've looked into it the behavior seems to be instinctual and elicited by the smell of other unknown dogs. (I will have to watch and see if she does this when she's with her buddies.)

All the other links said basically the same thing. Perhaps I could rent out Bella as an organic lawn thatcher, but then she'd have to drink an awful lot of water first!

Follow-Up on Poisoning of Dogs in Baja Community

There is a daily email message board service for those connected with the Baja community where I stayed. It's general news regarding some restaurant menus, free concerts or art fairs, lost and found, things for sale, etc. Usually the news is a collection of odds and ends submitted by the readers and local businesses, but occasionally something really important comes through. That was the case today. There was a short article about the recent rash of dog poisonings.

For those of you who read this blog, you are aware that this was a concern of mine and one of my reason for not bringing Bella on this trip. While I was down there, I asked people what they knew about the poisonings and received very vague responses—"Well, I heard..." So was it an issue or not?

Most people who brought their dogs, even if leashed elsewhere, let them run loose on the beach figuring it was a "contained" space and therefore safe. I can't tell you the number of dogs I saw eating dead fish and fish skeletons. I was pretty surprised at this. From living in the Northwest, I am aware that a dead salmon can be highly toxic to a dog if eaten. My sister-in-law nearly lost her border collie under these circumstances. Plus, I don't know—are fish skeletons safe? The fish were big, therefore so where the bones, but does this make them less risky?

I've posted the story from the email below. It seems that the dogs may have consumed dead puffer fish. They refer to this website for the bulk of their information. The toxicity from puffer fish is devastating: paralysis, respiratory failure, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and death. Bottom line—don't let you dog eat things if you don't know how it will effect him or her!

Dog Deaths/Poisonings Locally

There have been several "mysterious" deaths/poisonings of dogs this year in the La Ventana/El Sargento area. Initially, there was much talk of these being intentional; a sinister thought in what we know as paradise.  A recent case was caught early, the dog's symptoms closely observed, and with supportive care seems to be on the route to survival, although is not "out of the cactuses" yet.  The "parents" however may not survive after being up 24/7 for 5 days trying to keep the dog sedated, restained with IVs, cleaning up vomit, bloody diarrhea and urine. 

The good news coming from 5 days of intensive care and observation is that the toxidrome appears to be that of puffer fish poisoning and is unlikely to be malicious.  The bad news is that these toxic puffer fish are dead in masses on the beach, an unfortunate bicatch casualty from the shrimp boats, now making unsuspecting dogs part of the environmental shrimping disaster.   

It is most prudent therefore to keep your pets close by and closely observed whether near the beach or in the desert. A local [individual] states that the farmers use the livers of puffer fish as a cheap poison for pest control. 

She's Home

My girl is home. Bella and I are back together. I can't tell you how happy I am. My sister-in-law and her family took beautiful care of her and I was a bit concerned Bella would say "Ixnay" to me when I went to take her home. The door greeting was wonderful. Lots of through the legs, circling, whining...when I sat, ear-licking (she's doing this, not me!), smelling and cuddling. I couldn't be happier. When I sat down, she laid down at my feet watching me. This, after being able to get on couches and beds, playing with her sister and her favorite 15-year old. I feel honored.

She's been home two days and is sticking by my side. I'm so in love.

Baja Dogs

I need to take pictures, but never seem to have my camera when I want it. The dogs here are interesting. Every once and a while you see a purebred, but my guess is it belongs to a gringo. Most of the dogs are short-furred, with upright tails and pointy snouts. All have fleas. None are overweight, though some are quite skinny. The legs tend to be shorter than looks normal for the length of the body, so one wonders. Who has the dachshund that added this character trait?

The male dogs are not castrated. It isn't part of the local, dog-owning mentality and is no different than the consciousness I recall in the U.S. in the '50s. Female puppies, supposedly, are not desired. People feel they do not make good guard dogs. Although almost all homes have wire fences to keep out whomever or whatever, not all dogs are fenced. In fact, very few seem to be confined.

Like male puppies, no one would pay to spay the females. As females mean more puppies (because none of the males are neutered and most dogs run loose), no one wants them. The end result is many female pups are dumped in the arroyos to die. Problem of puppy proliferation solved.

It's ghastly. In the weeks that I've been here, I can't tell you how many gringas have been toting around a female pup to see if any other foreigner would like to bring one home. I've been sorely tempted, because some of the pups are adorable...and what puppy isn't? But of course, that can't happen. We just don't have space for more than one dog. None-the-less, it's great that some dedicated people who live here over several months of the year are making the effort to re-home them. There is a resort/shop called Baja Joe's that has set up a connection between  people willing to foster and puppies. They advertise via an internet forum and local grape vine. They want Canadians and Americans to get the dog out of here, because staying isn't an option.

Love your pup today. Let her know how lucky she is to be living with you.

Raw or Home-Cooked?

There is a woman staying at this location with us who is a big advocate of the BARF diet. She has had several Rottweilers who have had skin or intestinal issues and she believes this type of diet has cured them. I know with Lucy, who barely and rarely ate, the home-cooked cancer diet was a winner.

I've been curious about this particular food, but is it necessary? Would I be diligent about making it day in and day out? Would I be able to supply both the variety and required nutrition? Is really good commercial food really that bad? My vet recommends rotating through different commercial products to keep the dog not only interested, but to make available different nutrients in each product.

So I was pleasantly surprised when I was browsing links today to come across the pros and cons of this very topic. It certainly didn't answer any questions and the topic seems as controversial as ever. For the time being, Bella will remain on a variety of commercial foods. But perhaps I can offer occasional raw or home-cooked treats...

Weigh in with your thoughts. What and how do you feed your dog?

The Pet Blogger Challenge

I am sitting in the shade on a patio on the Sea of Cortez looking at the computer. That sounds pretty pathetic now that I write it. Why aren't I swimming or paddling? For Pete's sake, woman! It's January and you're in Baja on vacation! Well, at this hour, mid-afternoon, my poor little northern latitudes body can't take any more of that solar heat. In meandering around the computer, I found a link about the Pet Bloggers Challenge 2011 and decided to take it. Below are the questions; my answers are in red.


1. When did you begin your blog? July 2007.

2. What was your original purpose for starting a blog? My dog, Lucy, had a herniated disk and could barely walk. I was unable to find information on the 'net regarding care for a dog post-surgery and decided I would blog about it to help any other pet owners who might be going through a similar situation.

3. Is your current purpose the same? No. If not, what’s different? Lucy has passed on and now I'm blogging about my present, wonderful pup (now a bonified dog), Bella. If so, how do you feel you’ve met your goals? My goal is to write about living with a dog. I want readers to learn what an owner goes through with training an animal that isn't going to compete, but must be socially acceptable in a variety of situations. I hope to clearly relate what training methods I use and whether the methods (and the owner!) are effective. In addition, I want to let readers know what it is like traveling around the United States with a large dog in a small van packed with two people and a lot of toys.

4. Do you blog on a schedule or as the spirit moves you? I blog when I am in the mood. Do you worry about… well, whatever you might worry about (e.g. losing traffic, losing momentum)? Yes, if I have not written for a while, I am concerned about losing traffic, but since my traffic is so small, what's there to lose? Hence, I am blogging while on vacation and...sigh...dogless.

5. Are you generating income from your blog? No. If not currently, do you hope to in the future — and how? Generating income always has appeal. Will I go that route? I doubt it.

6. What do you like most about blogging in general and your blog in particular (bragging is good!)? I like writing. I like the effort it takes to make a story effective. I think my blog gives a true view of what an ordinary person (not a trainer, nor a person interested in canine competition) goes through trying to live, travel and expose a dog to an enormous variety of situations.

7. What do you like least? I wish I had certifiable traffic and feed back, a real following.

8. How do you see your blog changing/growing in 2011? Writing has always been an interest of mine. Dogs have always been significant in my life. I hope my writing improves and that this blog generates a following.

Take the challenge! What's your reason for blogging about your dog(s)? 

Tough Choice

I had a chance for an extended trip down the Baja peninsula and grabbed it, but not without first agonizing about Bella. I am driving down and flying back and didn't want to fly her. She could have come back later in a car, but no one can take the same care of your pup as you, so that was also out. Also, many of the locals put out poison for the rats and feral cats and dogs. Bella would scoop up some tasty, laced morsel and swallow it faster than I could yell, "Out!" I'd be a wreck watching her 24/7 which of course is impossible to do. What about when I'm biking in a group, taking a yoga class, attempting stand-up paddle boarding? Nope. I just didn't see a way to make it work.

So as I type this in San Diego, I am going through serious Bella-withdrawal. She's staying with in-laws and her sister from a previous litter and her favorite 15-year old boy. The family called this morning to say she is terrified of fire crackers. I guess they took the two dogs down to their dock to light off fire crackers on New Year's Eve. Bella has never showed fear of the "pop," but she also has never been so closely exposed. She spent the night in my sister-in-law's lap...all 60 pounds of dog...and the rest of night quivering in their bathroom. My heart breaks for her. I would not have taken her so close to the action right away, but would have started her in the back yard to gauge her reaction. But I wasn't there, I was in the Angeles National Forest. My girl. Well, the dye is set. Fourth of July isn't in her/our cards.

My nephew, at whose house I'm staying, has two large German Shepherds. I'm getting my dog fix, if not MY dog fix. My fingers are crossed she remains safe over the next several weeks. I know she is happy where she is, but still I worry. What a complicated decision it was to leave!

Christmas

Can this go on forever?

Bella had a wonderful Christmas. Tons of people, her dog sister, chews, toys, wrapping paper and commotion. Oh!—and did I mention the option to lick fingers greasy with turkey juice? Her tail never stopped wagging until she got home and collapsed on her bed. She slept solidly until 6:30AM. Unheard of!

New Buddy Has Med Problems Too!

My friend was disappointed to learn her new little buddy, Boone, has chronic superficial keratitis. I guess this is a life-long issue, but treatable. She noticed both of his eyes were a little milky and was concerned it might be cataracts. Her vet had a pharmacist mix up a 2% cyclosporin solution which is a transplant rejection medication  proven to be useful for this condition.  She said it takes 48 hours to prepare. Hope the little guy takes his daily meds well.

On our home front, Bella's raw red nose is glistening with Neosporin.

Demodectic Mange

In the picture, you can see her pink nose where the vet
scraped it for a skin sample. Above her eye, in the top
of the picture is a small white patch. This is the
remains of the infection.

Shortly after Bella's experience at the doggie day care I noticed a spot on her head in front of her right ear with three tiny scabs. Because she often bashes through bushes in search of her tennis ball, I attributed the scratches to a tangle with blackberries. However, a week later, I noticed the three tiny spots had coalesced into one big spot and she was losing fur in the area. I am uncertain if she sustained the wound playing at day care or sticking her head in brambles. A few days later, the spot—and fur loss—was even greater. There was also a barely discernible little white patch on top of her muzzle.

I took her to the vet who gave me an antibiotic ointment to clear up the spot by her ear. After ten days, the spot looked better, but was by no means healed. Ten more days of the cream, Entederm, finally seemed to get a handle on it. However, the spot on her nose became more noticeable and there was increasing fur loss there also. The little white patch, though not very big was more prominent and now looked like gray, scaly skin.

Back to the vet. Today's diagnosis is demodectic mange. Non-contagious and usually something you only see on puppies. In fact, my vet said most dogs have these mites on them at all times, but their immune systems keep them in check. Could Bella's system have been compromised because of the infection by her ear? Possibly. My vet felt it was not connected to the day care, merely coincidental.

She suggested putting a little dab of non-cortisonal neosporin on her muzzle twice a day until it clears. I'm hoping while she is with her sister, my in-laws will keep up the care. I hate to leave town with any medical issues, however slight, on the plate.

Electrocution from Light Pole

This article appeared in the paper a couple of weeks ago and naturally has urban dog owners on edge. Walking in the city, a woman's dog was electrocuted by "contact voltage" when it passed by a light pole. Shortly after it, more stories appeared in the paper siting other poles that seemed to have the same grounding issue. Although this is a rare occurrence, it does make one leery about how close to get to a pole. I've never trusted walking by flickering street lights anyway; the noise they emit sounds dangerous.

Our neighborhood, an unincorporated part of the county, has few lights and even fewer sidewalks, so walkers tend to stay in the middle of the road if there is no traffic. Be wary if your pup shys away from a pole!

Here's a follow-up on this story. Glad the city is having all the light poles checked! Haven't your ears been listening for that electrical buzz? Mine have!

New Buddy!

Meet Boone, the new member of our community
dog pack!

My friend, who had the bad adoption experience this past summer, is in the "mood" again. She sent me several links of pups she was thinking about. And now, she just called and is bringing Boone home! Yay! Isn't he beautiful? (He reminds me of Tucker!) He's 5 years old and she said absolutely sweet. Let's hope it works out well for them both!