Farewell Cookie and Bless Gaara Father...

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs... [They] are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no right to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty.” ~James Harriot


What a great way to describe animals. They ARE helpless and like children. We made them that way; totally dependent on us for everything. Therefore it is our responsibility to take care of them and make sure that they are happy and healthy.


Remember those two puppies I posted about a few weeks ago? Well, Vulpecula and me named the black fluffy one Cookie and the other one Gaara. I went to my Granny and Papa's this weekend to hang out. When I went to call both the dogs to me only Gaara came. Cookie didn't show up at all over the weekend so today I finally got the nerve up to ask the little boy who was playing with Gaara to ask him where Cookie was.


"He died from worms."

Was the response I received. I asked him if Gaara had worms as well and he told me that he didn't know. Now I know I shouldn't assume things but from the sound of it they aren't taking their pets to the vet. They already had one dog taken away from them because they used to beat and neglect him so it's really hard for me to not just assume.

I'm concerned about Gaara now. I worry that he'll die next because usually, no, normally if one puppy has worms so does the other.

People can really irritate me sometimes. Would they let their children wander around infested with worms? No. Of course not. But bring an animal into the picture and some people just don't care. They see them as an item to play with and not take care of. You should NEVER get a pet if you can't properly care for him/her.


Baka ningens! UGGH!

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been here for days now with nothing to do,

but sit by the road waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.

How long will he suffer? How many days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched dry.

He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes.

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

-Kathy Flood

Love,

~Fruit Bat~

P.S. Think what you want on the issue but if one can't even show love and compassion for an animal then how can they for a human?

Ariel Does Not = Mastitis

This week-end I went back to my home town to check on my horse. I took more pictures of her so that you all could see how much worse her mastitis looks. Only a small change, she doesn't have mastitis. The vet was wrong. I know, I know. The vet wrong?! Yes. I just got a call from the really sweet lady who owns the place I board at and she informed me that she has pigeon's fever.

In this pic its swollen all the way to the middle of her belly. Her milk vein is even more pronounced now.

Same as the last only now you can see her udder. Poor baby. She didn't feel good.

Basically, its a swelling or abscess thanks to a bacteria infection called Corynebacterium pseudotuberculosis. It usually occurs in the chest region of a horse and rarely any where else. Well, considering the fact that my animals LOVE to catch the rarest things it's not surprising that she went and got it in her mammary glands. M said that this morning it swelled to the middle of her belly and burst. Yummy.

Ah well. She'll be better in a few days.

So last night my room mate and myself went to rent a horror movie. Yeah...I let her choose and the one we watched was called Asylum. It was SO morbid and scary! We were originally going to watch Sweeney Todd but she wanted to watch something else. I wish we hadn't of watched Asylum. It was gross. Whoever made that movie just wanted to so they could have a gore fest. Eh. Never. Again.

Anyways, we went to Walgreen's to get junk food for this movie and they were selling Popcorn Balls for 50 cents. It was in an orange wrapper with a spider on it so you couldn't see what it looked like. I had to get one and I did. Leading back to curiosity costs 50 cents. LOL!

Love,

~Fruit Bat~

Regarding the Cat

Regarding the cat at the top of the screen... this perhaps warrants an explaination. Fruit Bat, I really thought that you were going to be the one to explain it but... oh well.

Cats are curious creatures.

Curiousity Costs 50 cents.

Really. It does.

The Fruit Bat and I went on a excursion in town, to visit various places, see different stores... yadda yadda yadda. At one such store there was a collection of brown paper bags (grocery size, not lunch size) that were stapled shut on a table near the door. There was a sign stating that the bags were 50 cents each and requesting that people NOT OPEN the bags. Fruit Bat and I stood there, poking the bags, weighing them, shaking them (gently!) to try and discern what was inside. We wandered through the rest of the store, not quite able to get those mysterious bags out of our heads. We bought the heaviest one, and popped that sucker open as we walked out of the store.

Thus, curiousity costs 50 cents.

54, with tax.

*Evil Grin* Now you are curious to know what was inside, yes?

settling and stirring

However good it was to go home, I am a little behind now. I need to think of two topics for a speech and I don't even know where to start. Oh well, after a couple of days it'll settle back down.

Well, when I went home I met the newest member of the family, a great pyranese named Bella, she's about a year old and a real bundle of energy. She's tall, and jumps all over the place, and bites and chews. When I say "bites" you know I mean the puppy grab-this-object-in-your-teeth-and-look-proud thing right? Anyway, the family is going to have to call barkbusters, and soon. But she's a sweetie. I think this picture caught her personality really well, she's looking at us from the corner of her eye, seeing if she can sneak in a pounce!

I got a call from my older sister, Evilglare, this morning, she finally has her voice back! It's been three weeks! I would have been more excited, but she sorta woke me up.

Also, on the honors front, I went to our Alpha games, and it was kinda fun. I'm really not mad at them over the design thing anymore, there simply wasn't enough time to get the T-shirts by that sunday. Our team is doing well, we won the Freshman relay- thanks in large part to our first and last runners, who were able to get ahead of everyone else. It was more like a scavenger hunt race than a relay.

And if anyone needs a t.v. show to watch that's uplifting AND intresting? (Those of you who like signlanguage especially) Sue Thomas FB Eye. It's not on the air anymore, but all the episodes are on youtube. It's about a young woman, Sue Thomas who goes to work for the FBI. The thing is, she's deaf, and communicates by reading the lips of the people around her. She also has a service dog who lets her know when the phone rings or someone is calling for her. The show used to be on PAC, and is based solidly on Christian morals and ideals. Sue regularly mentions God and prays for his help. I really do reccomend this show.

And Break Away!!!

Here's a picture of me pulling Ariel's leg up so that Michelle could put a special type of vitamin clay on her mastitis to help draw out the pus. Seems awful I know but it had to be done either that or have her kick us in the face and thanks, but I've already experienced something close to that. I don't want a repeat.

This pic is of Ariel eating her grain full of antibiotics. The silver marks on her shoulder are an alu-spray that I used to cover up some bite marks that she received from another horse. It keeps the flies off of the wounds.

This was after milking out some of the pus successfully. I gave her a treat and then let her graze for about 10-15mins before I had to leave to head back here for college. I wish I could just stay with her.

Love,

~Fruitbat~

Ariel: Mastitis and Melanoma

I'm posting this to inform everyone who loves Ariel that she is sick right now. Not only that but her melanomas are become malignant. When I say malignant, I mean they are becoming active and she is more than likely going to become ill from cancer in a year and will have to be euthanized. I bawled all weekend because when I first went out to see her on Saturday I could tell that she wasn't feeling well and I found a new melanoma on her belly that had never been there before. Not only that but her other melanomas are bigger and softer now. They use to be small and hard as stones which meant that they were benign.

Along with her melanomas apparently becoming malignant she has Mastitis which is an infection of the mammary gland in mares. A.K.A her left teat is swollen and hurts like heck and was the cause of her not feeling well. Strangely, only mares who have had a foal recently or in the past get mastitis and Ariel has NEVER had a foal. I inquired as to why she got such an infection and the vet said that no one really knows why. I've come to the conclusion that all my pets like to get rare infections and disease just to stress me out. *sigh* My weekend failed.

In this pic you can see that her left teet is swollen. She also has a lump on her belly (note: not the melanoma) that is part of the infection.

Treating mastitis involves antibiotics that have to mixed into her feed along with milking out the pus from her teat two to three times a day. Let me tell you something, trying to squeeze pus out of a mares teat when it hurts like hell results in almost getting your face impaled with a hoof. Yeah, Ariel NEVER kicks at people and she very rarely kicks at other horses so when she tried to plant her hoof into my face I had to go get Michelle. She ended up looping a rope around Ariel's left front leg and hobbling her to keep her from being able to kick me. I sympathized with Ariel because I understand completely that it hurts.

In this picture you can see her milk vein which is usually only this obvious in prenant mares but since she has mastitis the infection is backing up causing it to show quite well.

The melanomas have not completely attacked her yet but eventually they will. I thought some of you guys should have a heads up so that when and if I have to euthanize her you'll all know why. I'm extremely depressed right now. I'm tired of all my pets dying of some sort of cancer. Its just not fair.

Love,

~Fruitbat~

Bring It On!!!

For the past few days my room mate, who I'll refer to as Anan, and myself have been having an air-conditioner battle with our suite mates who like to have it way to freakin' cold! As in 65 to 68 degrees.

Okay, I love cold. Like LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!! BUT, there is a BIG difference between artificial cold and natural cold. I like the latter. Don't get me wrong I do like to have it cool inside when its hot outside but when its cold outside at night and early in the morning I don't. Most sane people would agree.

Well this morning was the last straw. Anan and me woke up to the temperature inside 68 while the temp outside was even lower than that. We were freezing and shivering and extremely angry. I went straight into the living room and shot it up to 75 degrees in hopes that they would wake up sweating. Then Anan turned on her music with surround sound and played a heavy metal song followed by country that literally vibrated the walls and floor. Now I understand that it was pretty awful of us to do that and I have no excuse for it aside from revenge for all the times they've woken us up with their music and now freezing temperatures. I do admit that it was wrong.


The rest of the day we played the auto or manual battle with the air. I wanted it on Auto seeing in how that would keep the air from running twenty-four-seven but ON NO how dare I! My two suite mates kept putting it back on manual and turning it down to 68 so I was like, fine. Then if you want it on manual it's staying on 70. Well, that didn't work.

I ended up going and buying a heater and covering up the air vent even better with a towel. Unfortunately, it is still cold. We're both going to have to go talk to them and come up with some sort of compromise. We can't continue this silent feud *sigh* They just can't take hints.


The pics are of our dorm room. My side only. I also posted some pictures of the air vent that I covered in our dorm.


Love,


~Fruit Bat~