The pawlympics is the animal kingdom’s answer to the regular and the Special Olympics. This coming August, dogs and other animals will have the opportunity to compete in a wide variety of events!
There is an amazing lineup of events, something for all four-footed, slithery and feathered folk, although it seems to me that mostly dogs will be competing.
The Pawlympics was invented in Blogville, a community of cool animals who have Blogger blogs. I only recently found out about them and I’m looking forward to being a part of their pack. I even created a little Blogger blog called Louisdog’s Life! This blog that you are reading now is on WordPress. I don’t think I can very easily follow the animals’ Blogger blogs from here. That is why I have the Blogger one; I want to be close to my new friends.
So far I have signed up for four Pawlympics events. These are Munro Bagging, Smileys, Stuffy Deading and Freestyle Napping. If you want to you can read about these events on my Blogger blog.
I plan to register for a few more events. There is swimming, digging, sitting pretty and boxing just to name four of them.
If any of the peeps reading this know of an animal who would like to participate, or any of the animals reading this would like to join in the Pawlympics, you have until July 15th to enter the events.
You can see the list of all the events as well as directions on the Dory’s Back Yard website. That is the Blogville address where four hot dogs named Dory, Bilbo, Jakey and Artie can be found.
As you can probably tell, I am totally woofed about my new community! After all, I felt a bit alienated before. I didn’t know any other dogs with blogs. The Blogville dogs make me feel like I’m not alone.
Well that is all for now. I’ll be back soon and in the meantime I wish you all every possible woofiness!
Does your dog eat the cat’s food? This is dangerous! Here are the reasons why you should not allow this to happen!
As my loyal readers know, I am a small dog who lives with a gigantic three-year-old orange kitty named Hazuzu. Hazuzu eats dry cat food. He runs around outside for hours on end doing who knows what and he is very lean and muscular. He seems to always be hungry so there is usually a bowl of his food available to him. This kitty food was kept on the kitchen floor. so I would just help myself to it whenever I felt like having it, but not so anymore.
What happened is that I mentioned on my Facebook page that I had been eating cat food with hairball control. It was the hairball control part that had me worried. Several of my fans responded. They told me that cat food can lead to kidney failure in dogs. This freaked me right out! It also freaked out the two peeps in our pack. They felt quite bad for letting me have something that is so bad for me!
My peeps immediately started to place Hazuzu’s food up high where I can’t reach it. They knew that I wouldn’t listen if they simply told me not to eat it.
Mimi made up for depriving me by cooking some awesome healthy food for me, along with some peanut butter dog treats. I’ll share these recipes with you sometime soon.
Dangers of Dogs Eating Cat Food
My pack family did some research about the dangers of eating cat food. After checking out the most credible websites, this is what we learned:
When dogs eat too much cat food they are likely to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. These digestive problems are from the higher fat levels in the cat food.
Dogs that eat too much cat food will probably become overweight. Like me. My ideal weight is around 10 pounds but sometimes I go up o 12 pounds. Until now, nobody knew why!
Dog food contains important vitamins for dogs. These are not present in cat food
Cat food is not balanced properly for dogs with respect to fiber, which is important for digestive health.
Cat food contains more concentrated protein than dogs should have. If this extra protein is not eliminated quickly it will become urea in the dog’s body, where it can accumulate and create serious kidney problems. This can ultimately lead to kidney failure.
Why Do I Eat the Cat’s Food?
It tastes better than my dog food. Some think this is because it has so much protein but all I know is that cat food is delicious! I’m licking my lips just thinking about it!
It’s in my genes to forage around and eat different things.
What Can We Do About It?
Mimi and Eric handled the problem by moving the cat’s food to a high place that I can’t reach. It is now on a table, which is no challenge for the kitty. For us, this was the easiest way of stopping me from eating something that is dangerous for me.
Louis Dog Armstrong is a dog with a mission and he wants everyone to know it!
I am a dog with a mission. In fact, I am absolutely passionate about it. I think about it early in the morning and long into the dog day afternoon. I know you are wondering what it is, at least I hope that you are. So I will tell you.
My mission is to make this a better world for animals by educating humans and encouraging them to have positive, healthy relationships with members of the animal kingdom.
By the animal kingdom I’m not talking about all nine to ten million species because I’m just taking baby steps here. After all, I am only one little white dog and I don’t get any help, especially from the big orange cat I live with who ought to care more but he doesn’t. He just reaps the benefits from all my hard work.
But enough complaining. By animal kingdom I mean the furry ones, the winged ones and the other ones like frogs, snakes, fish, dragonflies and butterflies. I am a passionate dog and I want to share with the human world some of the things that I know. I’m also a fun dog so I hope to have fun while I do it. I don’t want to be too serious. Some dogs are always serious, like Clancy, a Scottie dog that I know, but that’s not me.
When I first started this dog blog it was more about how peeps could come to understand dogs by first understanding a dog like me. It was after William Faulkner who said, “To understand the world you must first understand a place like Mississippi.” Being a logical dog, I just thought it made sense to say, To understand dogs you must first understand a dog like me.”
By the way, most dogs don’t read William Faulkner and neither do I. But my peep loves the guy and she talks about him sometimes while I am lying around and listening.
Well, the Faulkner bit is why I first started blogging but I’ve learned a lot since then. I want peeps to understand dogs for sure, but I want to include the other animals as well.That’s the education part.
The relationship part is also important. I want to encourage humans to have positive, healthy relationships with animals.
So you see, I truly am a dog with a mission. Woof!!
I spent some time this afternoon surfing the net. I came across what they call a “dog years calculator“. Curious critter that I am, I took a look at it. Oh My Goodness!!! I am 8 years old in human years, but according to the dog years calculator I am 48! And it gets worse. At 48, I’m considered to be a senior. Dogs don’t have long lives like their human companions.
I’m a Maltipoo, which is a mixed breed, and a beautiful breed at that. However, as a small mixed breed dog it is estimated that I will only live between 10 and 15 human years.
I don’t feel old now but I know that I am slowing down. I don’t bark as much as I used to. There was a time when I drove my family crazy, standing at the living room window and barking at everyone and everything that walked by. I just couldn’t help myself.
Another difference is that when I was a puppy I would sometimes try to run off. This worried my human family because I was placing myself in danger. Once I jumped out of the car and ran across a busy street. Another time I ran all over the parking lot of a busy mall. Not good.
Now that I’m getting older I never do those things any more. I have lost interest in exploring every single place. Even so, my human pack insists that I be on a dog leash for my own safety. I accept the leash because I love them,
Time passes fast when you’re a dog. This is because dogs live in the moment and moments are never slow. I want to help make this world a better place for dogs while I still have the time. I have work to do.
In the meantime, if you want to know your dog’s age in human years, just try the dog age calculator. Calculating dog years is interesting and fun. The years of a dog are definitely not the same as the years of a peep. Woof!
What is the easiest way to have a well groomed dog? Let somebody else do the grooming. This is what my peeps discovered today. Usually my big peep bathes me, which is not so easy because she has some trouble bending into the bathtub. Also, I don’t like it when she messes around with my feet. She is always concerned about the cost of things, however, so she has done all of my grooming herself for at least three years.
Today it all changed. I woke up scruffy and I’ll go to bed looking like a dog from a magazine. This afternoon I spent about three hours at the Spa Dog Organic Dog Spa. I now smell delicious and I have the best furcut I have ever had. It’s awesome!
If you know me at all you will remember that I am usually a very scruffy dog. Yes I am loved to pieces by my peeps, but my bangs have mostly always been crooked and my fur is usually shaggy and uneven. Although my big peep cuts them out when she finds them, I often have a mat or two. However, big peep has been reading what I wrote about wanting to go to a doggy salon on my Facebook page and she finally realized that my looks are important to me, especially now that I am a little bit famous.
I know that what is in the inside of a dog is more important than the way a dog looks on the outside, but that shouldn’t mean that I can never spend an afternoon at the spa. A bit of pampering is good for a dog.
So this afternoon my big peep took me for a car ride to the spa. As soon as we arrived I felt comfortable with the place. Nice calming music was playing and I could tell that it was a safe spot for dogs. I also liked the fact that it smelled good in there.
The first peep I met there was Hilary. She held me and felt my fur while she and my big peep talked about me. I could tell that Hilary likes dogs, so I trusted her and didn’t try to get away. Then I met Kalee, the one who actually looked after me.
Kalee is good at dog grooming. If she was a dog you would give her a treat, but since she is a peep all you can do is say “thank you!” She gave me a bath with organic geranium and lavender shampoo that is specially made for dogs. Then she blew me dry, cut my nails, cleaned my ears and brushed my teeth. She told me how good I am about 100 times!
My peep had asked Kalee to buff my nails but when she started I hated it and tried to make her stop by acting all stressed. Kalee understood and stopped, so I was happy. My peep was happy, also, because she never likes me to be too upset, especially is she is not around.
This is Kalee holding me before my grooming:
Here is a photo of Kalee and me after we were finished. What do you think? I feel so good about myself. My fur is silky soft and I smell fresh and yummy.
Now you know the easiest way to have a well groomed dog. You go to the spa. The only hard part is paying for it, but if you ask me it’s worth it!
Before we left my peep noticed a petition on the counter, asking the government to stop the trophy hunting of wild animals in BC. She signed it because she says that killing animals just for their heads or their fur is barbaric.
By the way, I have no special relationship with Spa Dog Organic Dog Spa. They did not give me anything except love and a great furcut. I did tell them that I am a blogging dog, partly because I needed Kalee’s permission to put her photo on the internet (she is nice and did not mind). However, I was treated exactly like all of the other dogs.
Spa Dog Organic Dog Spa is in Vancouver. You can learn more about them here. My big peep says one main reason she chose them is because they use sustainable practices. For example, they have a refill program for shampoo bottles and they compost all of the dog fur that falls on the floor. My big peep also likes to support independent local businesses.
The story of a beautiful love between a girl with leukemia and her dog and how Louis became a true medicine dog.
December 3rd is always the saddest day of the year. The sadness overshadows everything, It is the anniversary of the day when Autumn Rose left this world.
Autumn had a way with animals. She was about eleven years old when I was just a puppy, in fact she was there to comfort me on the day that I was taken from my mother. I trusted her from the very first.
Autumn taught me some tricks, like “stay” and “leave it”. She ran as fast as she could with me and she would talk to me about all kinds of things, as if I were a human. We had a strong bond.
When she was almost 14 years old, Autumn was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of leukemia. She actually had two types of leukemia at the same time. However, she was strong and she fought it for four years.
Autumn spent many months, off and on, in the children’s hospital. Between these months, however, she spent time at home. Whenever she was home, I was by her side every minute. Everyone said that I was good medicine. In fact, this is how I became a true medicine dog.
I would snuggle up with her when she was in bed or on the sofa. We would watch TV and movies together. Most of the time Autumn was not strong enough to go for walks with me, but I didn’t mind. She loved me and I could feel it in my being. I knew she was not well because dogs know these things and I made it my business to make her happy. This is how dogs are with the peeps they love.
Three days before Autumn left this world, her cousin Brianne gave me a bath, blowed by fur dry and took me for a car ride to the children’s hospital. Normally only therapy dogs are allowed there, but as they considered me to be Autumn’s medicine dog they made an exception. The doctors and nurses and the others who worked there treated me like part of their team. Autumn was in a hospital bed and she was hooked up to a lot of machines. I could tell that her little body was badly hurt, so I was quiet and gentle. I loved her so much, as only a dog can! I think she was sleeping but it was a strange sleep because she knew that I was there. Me being there made her happy inside even though she couldn’t show it. She wasn’t strong enough to open her eyes or move her head.
I lay beside her for a few minutes and I felt the presence of her love. She was beyond using words but I understood from her that she will see me again, in another world.
That was exactly three years ago. As a dog, I am proud that I had the chance to love Autumn and help her when she was sick. Everybody says I did a good job. Now that she has gone (for now), I do my best to help to help the peeps she left behind. I know when they are sad and in times like these I snuggle up to them and give them my best woofy kisses. Love will get us through it.