Posts Tagged ‘veterinarian’

That’s Why They Call Them Angels, I Suppose

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

I am SO EXCITED (that I am up at 4 am) to report that their grant was accepted!  Banfield Charitable Trust will DONATE $15,000 to take care of the pets in the NHS Guardian Angel Foster program!! YAY!  Banfield has so many cool aspects to the company.  And I love NHS too.

Here is the story I told when Banfield Charitable Trust asked me if Nebraska Humane Society lined up with the goals of Banfield…true story…”My Pet Nurse” in the story is Jeni Snyder. :)  “The Nebraska Humane Society veterinarian” is Dr. Amber Horn.  My “Good Client Who was also a NHS Officer” is named Jennifer.  She has since moved to Florida. :(  I do not know the name of the foster family that took care of Zoo Kitten…That’s why they call them angels, I suppose…

“Two years ago, my daughters and I were driving to the zoo when we passed a very small kitten curled up and apparently sleeping on a yellow “dash” in the middle of the road.  I did a U-turn and snatched the kitten up by her scruff so she wouldn’t get hit.  When I got her into the car, I realized she had already been hit, and was bleeding from her nose.

We took her across town to Banfield, and my pet nurse and I examined and stabilized her.  I called a good client who was also a Nebraska Humane Society officer.  She was on duty and raced over to get the kitten.

I said, “Will you let me know how she does, and if she gets adopted?”  Now I realize what a huge favor I was asking—over 12,000 cats go through NHS a year!  With a few vets and a limited staff, and with some pretty severe injuries, Zoo Kitten probably should not have even gotten a second glance!

Two weeks later, one of the doctors at the Nebraska Humane Society called me.  Zoo Kitten had recovered from her injuries and was treated for an upper respiratory infection, fostered until she was old enough to be adopted, and had been adopted into a great home.

So I can tell you I love their foster program for the thousands of people (foster volunteers and adoptive families) and thousands of pets it helps, which I do, but really I love them just as much for saving Zoo Kitten, and caring enough to keep track of her and let me know she did well.

My “Mom lectures” about the intrinsic value of a pet, even one without a home, may not be remembered, but the experience of being a part of the Banfield/Humane Society team that rallied around a stray kitten has become a part of who my daughters are.

Multiply that one experience by the number of foster homes that have children in them, and the effect of such a program seems huge.  We, as a community, are raising Omaha kids to value pets.  A huge part of that is the Guardian Angel Foster Program.”

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I told you 2009 was going to be great……I took Amanda and Abby to the zoo the next week…they were very good sports about it! :)

Here is a write-up on the website of Banfield Charitable Trust…http://www.banfieldcharitabletrust.org/Press_Release_021709

And here is a picture of the beautiful plaque Nebraska Humane Society put on their lobby wall to say THANK YOU to Banfield Charitable Trust:

Walking Around Omaha (Bring a Leash)

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

Happy New Year!

I have decided to dedicate an entire year’s worth of newsletters to health through fitness and nutrition.  This topic, and my New Year’s Resolution (which I will tell you in a minute), came as a result of seemingly random, unrelated interactions with five people, to whom I am deeply grateful.

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To start, Janet Shulenberger of Nebraska Poodle Rescue asked me to dedicate a newsletter to obesity in dogs.  I thought that was a great idea.  However, weight management in pets is far too important and broad of a subject to cover in only one newsletter.  Instead, let’s make 2009 all about healthy living.  We will start with dog walking and cover different topics from there…other pets, nutrition, obesity-related diseases…let me know what you would like to discuss.  I decided to start with dog walking, because it has been on my mind a lot lately, and I have not been as diligent as I would like with my own health, or that of my dogs.

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I visited a chiropractor recently for the first time in almost twenty years, Dr. Shawn Schmidt.  I was a little apprehensive, but soon realized that I did indeed need an attitude adjustment about my views on holistic health.  Dr. Shawn asked what I did for exercise, and I realized I did…nothing.  I had completely fallen out of the habit of any sort of physical activity.

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Shortly before the great, internationally known speaker Luis Palau came to speak in Omaha during the summer of 2007, he challenged a group of Omahans to pick a few streets of Omaha and drive through them and pray for them on a regular basis.  I have been thinking about that challenge alot lately.

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During a recent veterinary visit, my Aunt-in-Law Judy Finch asked if she could start walking her puppy Lucy three miles a day instead of their usual two, since Lucy was almost grown up.  I don’t know if I even answered.  (If I didn’t, my answer is, “Yes!  Of course!”)  I was just so impressed by Judy and her commitment to fitness, that I think I went right home to walk Ebony and Noodle, leaving poor Ken and Judy at the front desk with Lucy, and the rest of my clients and patients also standing around, I assume overnight, to be seen the next day, by a doctor who didn’t run off to walk her dogs.  It was a good walk though, and the three of us have been walking ever since.

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And finally, Pastor Scott Christiansen challenged the entire congregation of Westwood Church to come up with individual blessing plans for 2009–ways we could each specifically help our community.  I said I would pray for Omaha.  I wasn’t sure what that would look like, but now I am starting to, and I think it will be kind of crazy…

My New Year’s Resolution…

I have decided that my New Year’s Resolution will be to walk with Ebony and Noodle the length of every street in the entire community by this time next year.  As I pass your home, your work, your hang-outs, I will pray for you.  If you will not be offended by that crazy offer, I will not be offended if you file it under “Can’t Hurt/Might Help.”

If you have a pet-friendly business, let me know and I will stop by.  If you want to walk with us, let me know when and where, and I will meet you.  So come on…this will be fun!  You keep doing what you are doing (How is that for a guilt-proof resolution?  You can’t fail!), and I will join you and get back into the habit of walking my dogs.

I believe if the five of you were standing together (Janet, Dr. Shawn, Luis, Judy and Pastor Scott), that would be such a cool group!  But what I was going to say is, if you were standing together, you would each be shaking your head and saying “That is NOT what I meant!”  Then you would turn to each other and say, “She is just a little off.”  And that is ok.  I have often been told that I am crazy (and I don’t think people are always kidding…)  So why not substantiate that with a crazy resolution?

I would not make this resolution without my dogs’ input if I thought there were any chance that they would object.  Their absolute favorite thing in the world is walks.  We cannot even spell “walk” anymore without them jumping in circles.  In fact, I looked around to make sure Ebony was not paying attention before I wrote this paragraph.  (Yes, my dogs are geniuses…well, half of my dogs are genius anyways.)

This will be fun!

So come with us!  No, not down every street!  That would be crazy!  Down YOUR street.  With YOUR dog.  YOU do not need such an insane goal as I am setting.  Your pets are in great shape.  Honestly.  For several years, the veterinary journals have been saying that anywhere from 60 to 66% of dogs in America are overweight.  Well, they are not my clients’ dogs!

Ernie plays with his toys so much, it is hard to keep him up at his ideal weight of four pounds!  Riley the Great Dane is a gorgeous, sleek dog made entirely of muscle and goofiness.  Her friend James the Mastiff is in just as good of shape.  Oreo is the only Boston Terrier I know who is not a bit overweight!  And Jacy May can eat whatever she wants and not gain a pound (sigh).

And if you are one of my clients with an overweight or out of shape dog, remember that there are seasons to life.  If you need to sit this one out, do.  Ebony has sat with me through bouts of depression (mine, not hers), crazy toddler years, injury, and just plain apathy.  We have had seasons of diligent exercise, but also seasons of being indoors together.

And there are the literal seasons too.  I have seen you out in the snow and the rain and the wind dutifully walking your dog…from my living room window.  I like to walk in perfect weather, which would explain quite a few of my stretches of inactivity, given that we live in Nebraska!

I do need to get my act together, though.  So keep me accountable.  And keep me company, at least in thought, as I set out to walk every street of our incredible city.  No, I have not thought through how many miles that is.  Russ said it may need to be a five-year plan, not a one-year plan.  But is that so bad?  If I try and all that happens is Ebony, Noodle and I get in better shape, and we have fun walking with whatever combination of friends we have with us, that will not be the worst failed resolution I have ever had.

So grab your pup and a leash.  Add a Gentle Leader or a harness if it will make your walk more enjoyable.  Bring a potty bag.  Muzzle your Pit Bull (or put their “Breed Ambassador” vest on – congratulations to you both!)  Let’s keep walking and see where we end up!

I will be the one with the gorgeous Black Lab cross with the purple Gentle Leader and the cute little black Poodle claiming all of Omaha with his pee.  I may or may not have my family and our friend Baby Kendal with us.  I am very good at getting lost, so I will put Russ in charge of my route.  I will keep you updated on how the walking every street of Omaha goal goes…I know it is crazy, but somehow the idea is appealing to me.  I think it will be fun to try.  I have decided to file it under “Can’t Hurt/Might Help.”

the end…

Triangle Ears

Saturday, November 1st, 2008

Ear cropping is still a common procedure in puppies, here in Omaha and throughout America and many other parts of the world.   I believe that this surgery is never warranted, and sometimes even detrimental. I realize that most of you are not currently deciding whether or not to choose this surgery for your pet, but I still  think it is worth looking at together.   You may come to a completely different conclusion than I have about ear cropping, which is fine–I think that the process of thinking through the human-pet bond from yet another angle is always healthy.

About three fourths of the breeds recognized by the American Kennel Club (AKC), as well as most mixed breeds, do not traditionally have cropped ears.   The remainder of the breeds, and some not officially recognized by AKC, have traditionally had portions of their ear flaps surgically removed as puppies, to meet breed standards and to allow them to be shown and excel in conformation-based dog shows.   Non-showing dogs also often have this surgical procedure done to meet breed standards and to “look like” the breed that they are.

Here is a very incomplete list of common breeds that traditionally have had their ears cropped:   Great Danes, Schnauzers, American Staffordshire Terriers, Dobermans, and Miniature Pinchers.   Many breeds are born with ears that are standing (such as German Shepherds and Corgis), so just because you see a dog with pointy ears does not mean that he has had them surgically altered.

Here in America, it is becoming more widely accepted for breeds that have traditionally had cropped ears to have uncropped (floppy) ears.   It is slowly becoming accepted in show circles as well–cropped ears are no longer a requirement for any breed to be shown in AKC conformation shows.   However, breeds that have traditionally had their ears cropped still usually need to be shown with triangle ears to impress judges and win competitions.   In England, dogs with cropped ears are not allowed to be shown.   It is also illegal in England for veterinarians to perform the surgery.

Yes, cropped ears are cute.  (Sorry Dobbie and Pit owners, I meant gorgeous, awe-inspiring, even).  But at what cost?  Without trying to cause those of you with artificially triangle-eared pets to feel false guilt at this late date (That was way back when he was a pup.  He’s fine now, isn’t he??) I would like to walk through this with you and give you some tools to decide whether or not to choose this procedure in the future, should you ever be in a position to decide.

The ear cropping procedure is usually done between eight and sixteen weeks of age.   The puppy is put under general anesthesia and the ear flaps are cut from one half to most of the way off according to breed standards.   This is done with a scalpel or a laser.   The ear flap is shaped either with a metal template or freehand, matching both ears to each other.   Bleeding is controlled with pressure, hemostats, laser, and/or electrocautery.   The edges of each incision are sutured together and the ears are bandaged.   The bandages are changed weekly and the sutures removed after two weeks.   The pet is typically on pain medication before, during and after the procedure.

I give you this detailed information for two reasons.  First, I do not want you to imagine the procedure being worse than it is.  The pups are anesthetized and medicated for pain.  The surgical teams who choose to do ear crops are skilled at the procedure.  My second reason for telling you exactly how the procedure is done is that I want you to realize that this is a major event in the life of a puppy.  The reason I am opposed to ear cropping is that it does not medically benefit them in any way, and thus, I believe, is not worth the risks involved with anesthesia, surgery, and post-operative pain.

Anesthesia is a risk factor to consider for any procedure your pet undergoes.  Please do not decide against any procedure that may be important to your pet until you talk through all of your concerns with the veterinary team.  I am very much in favor of medically important procedures involving general anesthesia, but am unable to justify even the small anesthetic risk involved for a purely cosmetic procedure such as ear cropping.

Secondly, ear cropping, as you read in the play-by-play description (I hope I didn’t gross you out), is major surgery.  The ear is very vascular, and the procedure is very involved and takes a high level of surgical skill.  I believe our skills as veterinary surgeons can better be used in life saving and life extending surgeries our pets need.  I realize that no ear cropping doctor chooses one over the other…he can create beautiful triangle ears on the same day that he performs a life-saving surgery.  However, I believe it is a matter of focus.  If a veterinarian becomes discouraged because he or she is unable to focus solely on preserving and restoring health, I do not think he or she should be called on to do more.

And thirdly, no matter how well we manage pain, we are doing just that, managing it, not negating it all together.  Simply put, having both ears cut off hurts. Having bandages changed disrupts the healing process and causes pain.  Having a surgery site heal is achy.

And all this is occurring during the eight to sixteen-week-old socialization window of puppies.  This is the time when they are most impressionable, when they are figuring out their relationship to the world, people and each other.  If we are spending a part of that precious timeframe ripping bandages off of sore ears, that can play into their impression of How to Feel about People.

These three factors (anesthetic risk, surgical risk, and pain management) have shaped my opinions of every procedure available for pets.  Partnering these three factors with the question, “Will this benefit the pet?” has helped form my views on ear cropping, debarking, tail docking (all of which I am against), declawing cats (which I am for in certain circumstances), and spaying and neutering, tumor removal, and dental procedures (all of which I am for).

You may have brought your pet in to talk about any one of these and had me discuss it with you seemingly at ease.  But I promise you I have thought through every procedure at length.  And I have thought through it “from scratch” with your pet.  I always recommend what I believe to be best for you and your pet.

When we disagree, I will always find you the resources to do what you believe is best for your pet.  You live with him or her.  You see them day to day.  You know them better than anyone.  Never underestimate the very strong bond that creates between the two of you.  You are an expert on your pet as well as their most qualified advocate.  If you feel you need to look into this surgery, I will refer you to an excellent veterinary surgeon here in Omaha.  And if you end up with a pointy eared pup, I will love him or her and their triangle ears as much as I ever would have had they kept their floppy ears.

Together we will come up with the very best health plan for your pet at every step.  My team (my awesome staff) and your team (your awesome family) will aid us in reaching our health goals for your pet, and your pet, being none the wiser, will never know how much thought, love and struggle went into each of our decisions on their behalf, but they will still, with that residual puppy intuition, always know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are looking out for their best interests, that we can be completely trusted, and that we love them like crazy.

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For an excellent article on this topic written for veterinarians, see www.cliniciansbrief.com:  Ethical decision making and cosmetic surgery. McMillan, FD. Clinician’s Brief 9:61-62, 2008.

UPDATE! December 1, 2008  The AVMA (American Veterinary Medical Association) has just updated their position statement on ear cropping and tail docking!

AVMA denounces ear cropping and tail docking

UPDATE…January 23, 2009:

“AVMA gets mixed reaction to ear-crop policy” in dvm Newsmagazine, January 2009.  Stand strong AVMA!  AKC…go pet your triangle-eared Boxer…petting a dog always makes me feel better!  You will be ok…

UPDATE…As of June 25, 2009, Banfield has changed their NATIONAL policy.  “We” officially no longer perform ear crops or tail docks!  YAY Banfield! That feels like taking my stand and multiplying it by 1000.  I have requested permission to link Banfield’s internal written policy to this site.  I hope you get to see it…it is very well written, and includes research from AVMA.  If you would like to read more about the medical and scientific research behind the decisions, and the history behind the origins of ear cropping and tail docking, the bibliography of AVMA’s position statement would be a great springboard.  More info here as soon as I get the ok!

UPDATE…8/4/09  So I never got official word from Banfield, but I found this article, so I suppose it is ok to link.  Yay Banfield!  examiner.com

January 6, 2010 A friend on twitter just sent a link to this very well written article on ear cropping and tail docking.  It was written by Linda Chavez of i Love Dogs Inc.

October 9, 2010 I never have to wonder what Dino Dogan thinks!  Haha, I love it!  This article on cosmetic procedures in dogs is on one of my favorite websites, Dawg Business.

Note to Lucy, but you can read it too

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

Dear Lucy,

That was so not your fault!   Next time I give you puppy shots, I will not get all in your face to comfort you.   Congratulations on hitting five pounds!   You are still my favorite patient.

Love,

Dr. Finch

Little Jack Sparrow

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

If you can indulge me for yet another bird story, this is, I think, my favorite one yet.   I do see mostly owned pets, and mostly dogs and cats for that matter.   But this patient, if you could even give him that title, was the strangest little encouragement I have ever been sent, and I thought you should meet him.   I do not know what his Given Name is, but I will call him Little Jack Sparrow.

I had just finished picking strawberries this past fall and was sitting on our porch swing on an afternoon off.   Lest you think I had anything to do with how deep and powerful this experience was, I was not contemplating anything deep or powerful.   I was trying to decide how many strawberries to eat and how many to save for Amanda and Abby for their after school snack.   I was looking at the bottom of my bucket hoping they would not be very hungry.

To my left and behind me, a scraggly little sparrow crash-landed in the grass.   I said, “Hi little bird.  What are you doing?”   And he cocked his head and hopped towards me.   So I kept talking.   Each time I paused, he would take a few hops closer.   When he was right next to me, I reached out to pet him, and he put his head down to be scritched behind the neck, like a big old tame pet parrot might.   This close, I could see that his eyelids were swollen and matted closed.   I had no way of knowing what shape his eyeballs were in behind that snotty mess, so I said, “Can you stay here a minute?   I have some eye examination supplies inside!”

He hopped right onto the pumpkin vine in front of me and cocked his head as if to say, “I don’t have to be at my next appointment for quite some time.”   I ran inside like it was the most normal thing in the world and grabbed some saline, gauze and eye drops.

Amazingly, when I got back outside, Little Jack Sparrow was still sitting on the pumpkin vine.   I knelt down and picked him up.   He let me scrub his face and wipe out his eyes till I could see that the eyes behind his eyelids were clean and healthy.

He looked around, as if absorbing the moment he could see again, and then flew to the top of the neighbor’s pine.   I stood up and watched him for a good twenty minutes as he sat at the top of the pine tree.

Maybe the next newsletter…I know, they are supposed to be about practical pet health care tips…but maybe the next newsletter will be about two for a penny, or how deep the love of God must be to send such a very specific encouragement, or how strange it is that such a huge and powerful God would orchestrate such a searing moment with a small, brown, scruffy bird, but for now, I just wanted to let you in on the amazement and wonder that is that little brown sparrow.   Maybe the biggest lesson here is how very fortunate I am to know Jack’s Owner.   It was one of my best moments as a veterinarian.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.  And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Matthew 10:29-31, NIV

The Christmas Puppy

Monday, July 7th, 2008

It has been a very rough summer for me as far as losing pets I love (not my own, but those of friends and dear clients).   And this past week, as those of you in Omaha know, a wind and hail storm blew through and flattened much of Omaha, including trees, power lines, many of our neighbors’ homes and cars, much of my (and everyone else’s) gardens, and my brother’s incredible, professionally-built skateboard ramp.

In response to all of these discouraging things (during what is normally such a fun time of year), I have decided to retreat to my other favorite season, Christmas time, and post a Christmas Puppy newsletter to cheer us all up.  If furniture stores can celebrate Christmas in July, we should be able to also!  And puppies are much more exciting than couches!   So thank you for humoring me.   Now when I see my leafless tomato sticks in the backyard, I can look right past them and say, “Wow!  Green grass and sunny weather at Christmas time!  This is as fun as a new puppy!”

I used to say that no one should give pets as gifts.   My reasoning was kids (and adults) should not be surprised with the long-term responsibility of another living creature during a birthday or other holiday already filled with mayhem and celebration.   (Remember last year’s pony commercial?   The girl got a pony when she really wanted a phone like all of her friends!   Haha.   That was funny.)

My new saying is “If there is room at the Nativity for a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Golden Retriever, there is room under the Christmas tree for hamsters from Aunt Jodi.”   I now believe that if a family is ready for a new pet, how fun to get one during a time of celebration.

And the two weeks after this past Christmas were some of my very favorite “work” days ever.   I met the baby Golden Retriever (the new puppy of the family who inspired the newsletter, “My Dog, Ebony”), four baby guinea pigs, one baby chinchilla, and a baby gerbil.   You brought me two new kittens, two baby Yorkies, one baby Beagle, ten baby rats, and two baby hamsters from Aunt Jodi.

And I came home after that whirlwind of adorable babies to our own new gerbil baby, Princess, a Christmas gift to our oldest daughter.   As cute as our now one-year-old gerbil is, today I thought it would be fun to talk about puppies, and probably more helpful to you.   If you do need gerbil information, the main thing you need to know is if she escapes, grab quick.   Princess is an expert at escaping, but is so inquisitive that she comes right back to see what we are doing, and then we can grab her.   If you have a normal pet, a Christmas puppy, or any puppy for that matter, you are going to need an encouraging word, actually about a year’s worth of encouraging words.

Here is a start:   It gets steadily easier as they grow up.   I believe God starts puppies off as cute as He does to keep them alive.   If my theory is true, then it is probably also true that Golden Retrievers do not outgrow their puppy cuteness because they take so long to outgrow all of their puppy antics.   It is a survival tactic.   But don’t worry!   Even if your puppy is a Golden!   I will walk you through finding a pet, puppy-proofing, buying supplies, feeding, and training.   Then come see me with your new family member, and I will set you up for a very successful relationship.   Pets, as you know, are challenging, but well worth the investment.

Obtaining Your New Friend

If you are reading this, you probably have a cute fuzzy face already staring up at you and are wondering what to do next.   If, by chance, you have not yet adopted your puppy, I will give you my input.   Remember what Larry Burkett used to say when people would ask him for money advice on his radio show, “Opinions are usually worth what you pay for them.”   But he DID know finances, and I am no Larry Burkett, but I DO know puppies.

My favorite puppy sources are rescue groups and the Nebraska Humane Society, or your local humane society, if you do not live in Nebraska.   Honestly, The Nebraska Humane Society is worth the drive if you are having trouble finding the right pet to adopt in your hometown.   And yes, they do have puppies, purebreds even, if you are into that sort of thing.   I will just mention, mutts and older dogs are worth considering too, so unless you have your heart set on a particular breed and age, consider the rest of the dogs who also need loving homes.   Whether you get a pup or an adult, a purebred or a mixed breed, make sure you learn all you can about your breed or combination of breeds (as best you can guess), especially potential health issues, personality tendencies, and grown size.

My next favorite puppy sources after humane societies and rescue groups are high-quality, home-based, small-scale breeders.   Never, under any circumstances, buy a puppy from an organization that works with puppy mills, or that you suspect might work with puppy mills.   This includes many pet stores and all high-volume puppy sellers.   For the record, neither PETsMART nor Petco works with puppy mills–both organizations are among the Pet Savers, like you and me.   Breeding puppies and raising them and socializing them and looking after all of their medical needs and all of their parents’ medical needs is just not possible on a large scale.   If you are currently looking into the adorable face of a pet with such a background and thinking, “Oh no!  What have I done?  I may have inadvertently supported an evil puppy mill!”  do not return them there!  I know…you would never do that (that is why they gave you a “money-back guarantee”–no risk for them!), but don’t feel bad either.   Consider your pet rescued from such an awful place, and yourself all the wiser.

Puppy-Proofing

If you have ever baby-proofed, skip this part–that is essentially what we are talking about now.   If this is a new experience, or if it has been a while since you have puppy- or baby-proofed, I hope this will help.   To start, go through your house on your hands and knees.   No, really!   You need to have a puppy’s-eye-view.   Do you see any small toys?   Any electrical cords?   Get them up out of reach!   Lock up any medicine, cleaners, trash bins, and anything else that you do not want scattered or ingested.

Next, check all of your houseplants.   If you are a plant genius, bring me the scientific names of each plant, and I will help you determine if they are toxic.   If you are, like me, the opposite of a plant genius, pick up your mystery plants, congratulate yourself on keeping them alive for all this time, and put them all up on a high shelf, just in case they are poisonous.   Now you are ready to set up the house for a puppy.

Puppy Paraphernalia

Write out a list of everything your new puppy needs.   If you just walk into PetSmart without a plan, you will go broke and then have no financial resources to support your puppy long-term, because everything that store has is cute and looks to me like A Thing My Pet Needs.   So even today, with a houseful of pets whose novelty should have worn off long ago, I never go shopping at PETsMART without a list.   If I go without a well thought out plan, I come home with too much stuff…or a cat.

Here are some considerations for your list…a collar and leash, puppy food, two puppy bowls, and a kennel.   Get an enclosed kennel that is large enough to turn around in and stand up in, but not large enough to urinate in and then move to a dry area.   You will also need a tag with his or her name and address (if it is a puppy with a name already, not just a concept), training treats, and a few toys.   Too many toys at first will overwhelm your puppy, so take most of them out of your cart.   Put back the pig ears and real bones too.   They are not safe.

Puppy Feeding

Set out your new bowls, and fill one with water.   The other will be trickier, but not much.   What food is your puppy on now?   That is perfect for the first week!   Give him or her about one cup of food per ten pounds per day, in three feedings.   For example, if you have a ten-pound puppy, feed a level 1/3 cup scoop three times a day.   Weigh your puppy weekly or so, and adjust feedings as he or she grows.   At every stage of growth, you should be able to feel your pet’s ribs, but not see them, and if you look from above, you should see a well-defined waist.

If you would like to switch foods, wait one week while your puppy gets used to his or her new home.   After that first week, mix the old and new diets half and half for one week.   After this, it is safe to switch completely to the new diet.

Even though puppies will lose their baby teeth between four and six months of age, I prefer getting a puppy used to dry food, for dental health later in life–and dry food is easier for you.   However, canned or dry food can both be nutritionally sound.   Large breed dogs  (retriever and bigger) need large breed puppy food to aid them in slow, steady growth, which minimizes the risk of joint issues later in life.   All puppies need puppy food for the first year of life and dog food after that.   My favorite brand is Science Diet.   There are numerous good brands available though, so read the labels, talk with friends, and if all else fails, ask me, and I will help you.

My least favorite diet is the BARF (bones and raw food) diet, but even that I would be willing to walk you through, and we can come up with a safe and healthy dietary plan for your little wolf pup.

Potty Training

There are several ways to potty-train a dog, and as an owner of a leaky Poodle, take my advice with a grain of salt.  However, I believe the most humane, reliable way to train a dog is with a kennel and ALL positive reinforcement.   Never, never, never (never) hit your pet.   Do not tap his nose.   Do not spank his butt.   Do not swing a newspaper at him or put his nose in anything gross.   Please do not yell at or otherwise scare him either.   All of these things are mean and will not work.   And they are so 1970’s.

Back to your pup, who is lovingly and properly cared for from the beginning.   Your kennel will be your greatest training aid.   Dogs will try not to soil their sleeping area.   Remember though that puppies do not yet have perfect bladder control.   In fact, some toy breeds, most notably Yorkshire Terriers, start out with anatomy similar to the dolls you can feed a bottle and they instantly pee.   But don’t worry!   Unlike the dolls, Yorkies, and all puppies, grow up and are able to pee within socially acceptable boundaries!   We just need to help them get there.   Besides having poor bladder control, puppies also do not automatically know that if they potty, their beds underneath them will be wet.   So a small kennel is the beginning, not the entirety, of potty training.

Have the door of the kennel open when you are home and chewies and toys in it so he will know it is a den and not a jail.   When you cannot be with your puppy, and during the night, have him in the kennel with no blankets or treats and with the door closed.   Many people balk at having their puppy locked up, but most dogs like having a safe place they can think of as their own.   When they are trained, you can choose not to use a kennel anymore, and have them sleep on a dog bed or with you.

An eight-week-old puppy needs to go outside to urinate an average of every two hours, including overnight.   He or she will need to defecate about one half hour after each meal.   (Food does not go through their system that quickly, but having food in their stomach stimulates a defecation reflex.)   The time between bathroom breaks will steadily increase as they get older, gain more bladder control and a larger bladder capacity, and mentally connect the need to go potty with the actual act.   Puppies are usually fully potty trained between six and twelve months of age.   What all of that means is that you are in for a LOT of work!

When he or she is out of the kennel, have him or her on a slack leash or within sight all of the time at the beginning.   Take your puppy out every few hours, after meals, and when he or she seems to need to go.   Even if you are perfectly vigilant and take your puppy outside like clockwork, I guarantee that there will still be accidents.

Like most things I tell you (as you know if I have ever said to you “Give your cat this medicine twice a day for a week”), this is very simple for me to say and very difficult for you to do in Real Life:   Ignore EVERY potty mistake your puppy makes.   Act like you could not care less if he ruins your carpet (again).   If he is caught in the act, pick him up (watch your shoes), and take him outside.   If he finishes outside, praise him.   If not, do NOTHING until the next potty event.   If you find a puddle inside (or worse), clean it up without discussing it with your pet.   When he does potty outside, cheer like he just won an Olympic swim event.   EVERY TIME.   You will feel silly and your neighbors will roll their eyes, but next year at this time, THEY will be cleaning up their carpet, and you and your dog will be outside laughing at them.

Those are the essentials of training:   Reward the good behavior, and ignore the unwanted behavior.   I guarantee that with an impressionable baby dog, whose goal in life is to please you, this will ALWAYS work.   This will even work with an older dog, or a dog who is not as eager to please, and (I mean it) with cats and pocket pets.   Positive reinforcement is always the shortest distance between untrained and trained.   I keep saying it, because on your twentieth “Super Dog” trip outside while he is peeing (watch your shoes), it will not feel like a short distance between untrained and trained.   But I promise you your hard work and patience will pay off.

More on Positive Reinforcement

You know from previous newsletters how twitchy I am about negative reinforcement.   In Real Life, most dogs and cats can handle a bit of negative reinforcement every once in a while.   Some, including my own Noodle the Poodle, cannot.   I have yelled before when I have found pee in the house, and Noodle cowers like he is about to be smacked.   So then I cry, and sit down with him (next to, not in, the puddle of Poodle piddle), and try to undo what I have just done.   But it is best not done in the first place.

So I am not saying that you need to raise your pet perfectly.   I am saying, lean toward positive reinforcement as much as possible.   Use treats and praise to reinforce good behavior.   Ignore unwanted behavior.   It is kinder, will strengthen your bond, and has been proven time and time again to produce stronger, longer lasting results.   You will see the most dramatic example of this with potty training, but it also works with learning manners, learning tricks, and even overcoming destructive behaviors and phobias.

What’s Next

After your puppy is home and settled, bring him or her in for a new pet check-up.   You will learn if your new pet has any abnormalities that need to be dealt with, or more likely, gain the peace of mind that your pet is perfectly healthy.   And once again, bring a list!   Not of dog supplies this time, but of puppy questions for the veterinary team.   We will get you started on preventative care (wellness exams, vaccines, deworming, and all of that), help you learn about your breed, coach you on puppy training, help you find a puppy class trainer, help you find a great groomer if need be, put together a diet plan, outline a life-long health plan, and if you want us to (this is probably our favorite), help you brainstorm a fitting name for your new pet.

So congratulations.   And good luck.   Call me if you need help, or just an encouraging word.   If you are still deciding on adopting a pet, I have two thoughts.   The first is, in an ideal world, probably the best time to get a new puppy is during the summer, when it is as far as possible from the craziness of the holidays, and when the whole family probably has more time to invest in training and socializing.   And the second thought, and this is huge, as you know if you have ever stood in a snowstorm while your adorable puppy stands knee-deep in snow, wondering why in the world you wanted to stand outside with him, potty training a new puppy when you are pretending it is Christmas in July is MUCH easier than potty training a puppy when normal people celebrate Christmas.

The Pet Savers: Saving the Cats of Omaha

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

This newsletter is the second in a group of rallying cries to you, my favorite super heroes.  Now that you and I know your secret identity, The Pet Savers, I have another assignment for you.   This one is as large a problem, as difficult, and as heartbreaking as your previous (and still ongoing) assignment, saving pets from abuse and neglect.   But I know you, and you are up to the task.

The Nebraska Humane Society (NHS) accepts into its shelter approximately 12,000 cats a year.   A very large number of these are family cats that are given up by their owners.  Many are unwanted kittens of pet cats.   Some have been lost, and need only a refuge until their owners are found.   However, only 1-2% of the cats brought into NHS (120-240) are lost cats who are successfully reunited with their owners.   About 4,000 of the cats are placed in new homes, and the rest, sadly, are euthanized.  By my calculations, this amounts to 7760-7880 cats that are euthanized every year, an average of over 20 cats a day!   The cats who are euthanized first are those who are not adoptable or those who are too sick or hurt to be saved—as well it should be.   But next are the sneezers, the urine sprayers, the cats with ringworm and intestinal parasites, all treatable conditions, IF resources did not have to be carefully directed to do the most good for the highest number of cats possible. The remaining cats are then given very thorough preventative care.   They are spayed or neutered, microchipped, dewormed, tested for feline leukemia and vaccinated against several communicable diseases.  They are comfortably housed at NHS or brought to other areas where high numbers of potential adopters can meet them, most notably the adoption centers of the four PetSmart stores in Omaha.   The adoption fee pays for a small percentage of the care the cats receive.  The NHS foots the rest of the bill, and almost every veterinarian in Omaha offers a free first examination for the new pets.

I thought I would open with statistics, because when I started working on this newsletter, I was under the false impression that the cat overpopulation problem in Omaha is primarily a math problem.   And I love math!   But read those numbers again.  Over 7,000 cats are euthanized at the NHS every year.  Some are not adoptable.  Some are sick or in pain.   However, there are just not enough resources to take care of the rest.   So the rest of the cats are humanely euthanized…cats and kittens, long-haired and short-haired, the beauties and the scroungy ones, the feisty ones and the sweet ones, the ones with treatable diseases, and the perfectly healthy ones.  What do you suppose that does to the veterinarians, pet nurses, staff and volunteers of the NHS, who are there every day because they love animals as deeply as you and I do?   Probably the same thing it did to me when I heard those numbers… and I don’t wish to cause you pain, but I imagine you are reeling a bit too.

On their website, NHS says “our vision is to put ourselves out of business.”  I believe we can get to the point where every cat in Omaha has a home or is merely waiting to find one.   Then NHS can do what I know its team truly longs to do, SHELTER the adoptable cats until they are in permanent homes and have euthanasia be only the tool it is meant to be—a humane end to suffering for hurting animals.

This is primarily an issue of the hearts of people towards cats, but there is a tiny bit of math involved in the cat overpopulation problem.   Simply put, the number of cats and kittens in and around Omaha is greater than the spaces available for them in homes.   We can reduce the number of cats born and increase the number of cats adopted, but until these numbers are roughly equal, we will have a surplus.  The surplus must be sheltered, fostered, left outdoors or euthanized.

NHS built a huge beautiful shelter in 1992 at the site of their previous building.   As the population of cats who needed to be sheltered grew, they bought the strip mall next door to the shelter, and they are beginning to house cats there as well.   Also, there is a huge volunteer foster network in Omaha.

We have many colonies of first-generation feral cats (illegally abandoned cats) and second-generation feral cats (the offspring of the abandoned cats) in Omaha.   Many of these would not be tame enough to be placed in homes, even if enough homes were available for them.   And, as I mentioned, thousands of cats are euthanized each year.

As far as solving the equation:   Cats in Omaha = Cats in Homes, I know that you are already working toward making that a reality. Your pets stay indoors and are sterilized.  You are the ones adopting the cats and kittens from NHS, other rescue groups, and even right off the streets.   When you adopt a kitten or cat, you realize it is a lifelong commitment and have never taken that charge lightly.

My parents are my greatest heroes.  In every facet of life, Mom and Dad are to be emulated, but since this is a kitty newsletter, I will stay on track and say only that if every person in Omaha did exactly what my parents have done, I would not have this newsletter to write.   They have had two cats (both at my teary pleading—I promised no more!)   The first one, Winston, was a scraggly, angry, tiny little abandoned calico with attachment issues.   She was malnourished and flea-ridden, with intestinal parasites and ringworm.   I remember when I was eight years old Mom was constantly taking Winston to the vet.   Mom made sure all of Winston’s medical issues were resolved before Winston even got to normal kitten preventative care.   She had all of her necessary exams and vaccines and was spayed at a young age.   Thanks to Mom’s diligent care, Winston became a gorgeous, sleek, healthy cat.   She was always an indoor cat and always had routine check-ups.  She became high-maintenance again when she developed chronic kidney failure as an older cat.   Again, Mom never missed a check-up or treatment.   And Dad has put up with both cats for decades despite his severe allergies.   They have housed, fed, provided love and medical care for Winston for TWENTY YEARS and the other high-maintenance cat, Oliver, for seventeen years now and counting.   So you can see how I came by my love for animals honestly.   And you must have had some amazing role models as well, because from what I have observed, you are wonderful pet owners and dedicated animal advocates.

It’s your friends we need to talk to.  Don’t get me wrong.   Your friends are great.  And I know that they are as much animal lovers as you and I.   Maybe they just have not heard how big the problem is, or how simple (simple, but not necessarily easy) the solution is.   So I need you, as a friend, to talk to them.

The key to solving cat overpopulation in Omaha, I believe, lies in changing the attitudes of the people of our great city.   Not even changing their attitudes from bad to good, more from indifferent (“huh, I never thought of that…”) to engaged (“ok, that’s doable.”)   Most, I suspect, will jump right on board.   However, I will tell you the few objections that I have heard to having cats spayed and neutered, and what I believe are reasonable solutions.

“I can not afford to have my cat spayed or neutered.”

The Cat Spay/Neuter Connection is an incredible organization in Omaha that is dedicated to assisting owners of unsterilized cats.  Their goal is to “seek aggressively the prevention of births of unwanted kittens in the Omaha metro area through public education and low-cost sterilization of family cats.”   They will ask how much you can afford toward the sterilization of your cat.   They will then give you a voucher for the difference and you can take that to one of six wonderful vets in Omaha who will perform the surgery for you at the reduced cost.

While your pet is in the hospital for the day, you can calculate how many lives you have saved.   Estimate how many kittens would have been born had you not had your cat sterilized.   As a very conservative estimate, figure that one cat will have four kittens every spring.   The next spring, those kittens will have kittens and so will the original cat… and so on.   In reality, cats can have much larger litters than four, and much more often than once a year.   Male cats will procreate as many times as they can find females with whom to mate.   Take the multiplication exercise out however many generations you would like.   (The more generations you calculate, the more you will realize how huge an impact your decision has made.)   This astronomical number of cats can now be placed in homes because they are not competing with the cute little fuzzy offspring of your pet.  Now you too are a Pet Saver.

“I want to buy a cat from a breeder so I can have this particular color/pattern/breed/temperament.”

I have seen every gorgeous color and pattern and breed of cat come through NHS, and if you are willing to wait, we will find your exact cat or kitten.   As far as temperament, you can either adopt an adult cat, whose personality is known, or a kitten, whose personality you can help shape.   Either way, you will end up with a wonderful pet, all the while saving cats in Omaha, one cat at a time.

“I want my children to see kittens being born/newborn kittens.”

Become involved in a foster program, either through NHS or another great rescue organization.   You may be able to see kittens born, help socialize kittens, or even bottle-feed a litter of kittens.  You will accomplish the same noble goal of teaching your children about life, while helping to solve, instead of contributing to, the overpopulation problem.

“We need farm cats.”

Feline Friendz is a wonderful organization in Omaha that works with feral cats.   They humanely trap feral cats, have them neutered by participating veterinary teams, and release them back to their colony–a trap-neuter-return (TNR) program.   If they are living where they cannot be cared for or are not allowed, they are relocated, often to farms if requested.   There are your farm cats, and you have also done your part in saving the cats of Omaha.

So there are answers for your friends based on the most common objections to spaying and neutering that I hear.   As you know, sterilized pets are healthier… cats without reproductive organs cannot get reproductive cancers or infections.   And they make better companions. I do not know anyone who enjoys hanging out with a yowly cat in heat, or worse, a tom who writes “Mine! Mine! Mine!” in urine on everything he sees.

I believe the most difficult aspect of our pet saving mission is this.   I hesitate to bring it up, because I do not have a mathematical solution or a pat answer.  I believe that cats… not by you and me… and maybe not even by most of Omaha… but cats… in large enough numbers to get us in the bind we are in today… are not valued as highly as dogs are. They seem self-sufficient, as if maybe they don’t need us as much as dogs do.   They can come off as a little aloof, which can hurt our feelings.   And they, by no fault of their own, induce allergy attacks more dramatically than any other animal I have ever known.   And that, I have noticed, has caused more than a few people to hold grudges against the entire feline species.

I am not asking you to adopt a cat if you do not have one or if your house is already full.  I am not asking you to become best friends with one.   And I am not asking you to give one a big furry hug if it will send you into a horrendous life-threatening allergy attack.

I am asking you as Pet Savers to work together with the entire community to get this equation balanced. Let’s get the word out that there are more cats in Omaha than there are homes for them. And let’s all work together to fix it.

In my very rough estimation, that can be done in a matter of a few cat generations.  And that seems to be just a few years away.   Let’s meet back here then and see how far we’ve come.

Once we get there, we will need only to hold to the value that cats are worth caring about, and stick with the programs that are working, and we will hopefully never again find ourselves in the very sad situation we are in today.

If the enormity of this problem bothers you, this would be a good time to go hug your cat (unless you are allergic).   Now, Pet Savers, you are ready to continue saving the world… and working together to solve the cat overpopulation problem in Omaha is a great next step.

Incredible Organizations Worth Your Time, Talent and Financial Investment and Great Resources for You and Your Friends:

Nebraska Humane Society

www.nehumanesociety.org

The Cat Spay/Neuter Connection

www.catspayneuter.org

Feline Friendz

www.felinefriendz.org

PETsMART Adoptions

www.adoptions.petsmart.com

The Pet Savers

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

The Pet Savers

“The only thing needed for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”-Edmund Burke

Did you know that you have a secret identity that is so secret, even you may not know about it??  You are the Pet Savers. I am officially commissioning you to go out into Omaha and beyond, to do what you are most likely already doing:  keeping an eye out for pets who are being neglected or abused.   If this newsletter ignites or renews your outrage, my goal will be reached.  This is a horrible topic, but I do not have many horrible stories for you.  There are a few, but they are meant only to motivate you and equip you for what needs to be done.

My first horrible story is one you may remember.  It is the March 1997 account of the Iowa feline rescue group, Noah’s Ark.  Two drunken guys with baseball bats broke into their shelter.   Seventeen of the cats were beaten to death.   I was attending Iowa State University as a veterinary student at the time.   The cats who were beaten but survived were brought to us for emergency treatment.   Every cat who made it to ISU lived and did well, and we, as a group of students and teachers, adopted all of them.   I knew then that I would never be passive about animal mistreatment, nor fail to tell others how they could help.

Included in your mission as Animal Savers, I believe, is taking down puppy mills and dog fighting rings and punk kids who beat cats to death and get misdemeanors because no one can figure out the monetary value of a stray cat.  (Can you find the five things wrong with that sentence??)  But that aspect of your mission is a newsletter for another day.   Just as important as defeating the headline-making villains, is quietly protecting pets one at a time in your everyday life.   I want to help you speak up for those who cannot speak up for themselves.

Fortunately, you, the Pet Savers, have some other pretty powerful super heroes on your side.   Right here in Omaha, we have the best animal shelter in the country, the Nebraska Humane Society.  We also have a very impressive population of animal rescue groups, veterinary hospitals, pet-related businesses and individual animal lovers, all of whom are working together to look out for pets.   While such groups exist throughout the country, we have no shortage of such wonderful groups right here in Omaha… I will be telling you more about these in future newsletters.

Fortunately, as a veterinarian, I have seen very few active abuse and neglect cases.  The reason I have not is that you are my clients.   You are the owners who bring your pets to me for treatment and preventative care.  Abusers and neglecters do not.   They do not tend to seek veterinary medical care at all, which is part of the reason you are so desperately needed.  You will see these pets in the “real world.”

Though I have seen few abuse and neglect cases in my practice, I do know they are out there.   One of our best clients owns an adorable little three-legged dog.   She was abandoned after being beaten so badly that our medical team was unable to save one of her back legs.   Her leg was amputated, and she was adopted by the most loving family we knew.   Now she is in a multi-dog household, always has her (12) nails painted, shows up at every dog event in Omaha, and is living the life she should have had from puppyhood.

Amy Schultz, spoiled rotten, as she should be!  Summer 2006

As a puppy, our own family pet, Noodle the Poodle, was abused. He was let out only once a day to potty and was dropkicked if he had an accident indoors.   We learned his history in bits and pieces after we adopted him when he was five years old.   We changed his name to Noodle, partially so he could make a clean break from his past, and partially because I love words that rhyme with “Poodle.”

It took about two years to help Noodle work through his fear of men.   Most dogs with his history would not recover to the point of being able to be near men, much less trust them.   He loves my Dad, my Father-in-Law and my brothers, and has bonded closely with my husband Russ.  He is calm and friendly with children, also unusual for canine abuse survivors.  He still flinches when I forget and try to pat his head from above.   Remember that dogs who have been beaten over the head prefer to be approached slowly and to have their chin or side of their face scratched first.  With all the great dog stuff I have learned over the years, that is one tidbit I really wish that I had never needed to learn.   We still get frustrated at the occasional puddles of Poodle piddle (fun to say for the first one hundred times, then the novelty wears off), but Noodle has come a remarkably long way for having had such a difficult past.

Noodle the Poodle, Cool, Calm and Collected, Summer 2009

Before I moved from Littleton, Colorado to Omaha, my boss in Littleton treated a twelve-week-old Golden Retriever puppy for diarrhea (stress colitis, it turns out).  He received a fax a few days later sent out from an emergency clinic to every veterinary hospital in town, trying to find any other vet who had seen that puppy.  My boss called the doctor at the emergency hospital.   It turns out this family had had two Golden Retriever puppies die of injuries recently, and this one had just been treated at the emergency hospital for broken ribs.   The emergency doctor was trying to keep tabs on this pup so that she could be saved.   The family came in twice more for stress colitis medication, but denied anything was going on at home.  I called the police. (Remember with abuse cases, be careful and be safe, but do not be polite, and do not mind your own business!)   The police told me that they could not arrest the owners without more than circumstantial evidence.   So I called all three local news stations.   And they called the owners.   They denied hurting any of the three pups, so there was not a news story to tell.   So Russ and I drove to their house.   (Do not do this. We shouldn’t have.)  And we sat outside their fancy iron-gated backyard in our car for hours on end, waiting for the puppy to come out.   But while we were there, she never came outside.  Shortly thereafter, we moved home to Nebraska.

I was an emotional wreck.   At a meeting in Omaha just after we moved here, one of my favorite speakers made a joke about kicking a dog (which, in context, was funny only because he is the last person in the world who ever would).   I started sobbing in the middle of this group of strangers, and, because I couldn’t pull myself together, Russ and I had to leave.   The speaker called the next day and said, “Was that you?! They said someone left crying.  You know I wouldn’t hurt a dog!   I am so sorry I even said that!”

I failed to save that baby Golden, but I know at least four very, very good veterinarians and three news stations were watching that family very closely.   So I hope she has been moved into a loving home and that she is chasing balls and starting to go gray around her muzzle like middle-aged Golden Retrievers do.  I hope at the very least that she is free from her original owners.

One last story… one of my nurses in Littleton had this unfathomable affinity for Chow-Chows.   Her Chows were all friendly, but I couldn’t figure out how she fell in love with the breed in the first place.   Then she told me about Homer.  Homer is her gorgeous 80-pound golden-blond Chow.   Years earlier, her husband noticed that a tiny yellow warm fuzzy was chained in a backyard with no food or water.  He drove his motorcycle past the yard for several days, but never saw the puppy off his chain or with something to eat.   Finally, afraid he would die, he unhooked the chain, put him under his motorcycle jacket and drove home.  This neglected puppy grew to twenty times his original size and is now a huge, beautiful, well-loved family pet.

That was a crime of passion.  You do not need to go to such extremes. You can call the Nebraska Humane Society if you see a pet in need.   They work with the Omaha police, and they will finish saving the pets you started saving with your original phone call.

And they will respond to your phone calls.   This past summer, Russ had to call the Nebraska Humane Society on two separate occasions to rescue hot dogs.   (No, not hotdogs…pets…you know…in cars with the windows rolled up in the summertime.)   The police were there both times almost before Russ was off the phone.

So please, please keep doing what you are probably already doing.   Stay alert to conditions you know are not healthy for pets.   We will continue this theme in future newsletters, because there is much to be done and much to learn.  As I mentioned, we have wonderful resources in our community.   But the Humane Society, the Omaha Police, the rescue programs and the veterinary teams cannot do it all.   We need you to remain vigilant… to talk to your friends about pet abuse and neglect…to care enough to not let abusers prosper.

If we all keep looking out for pets who need us, we can get them help while they still have four legs, and their God-given sweet temperaments, and before they start with the puddles of Poodle piddle.   (OK, I admit, it is still fun to say.)   I am, thankfully, out of stories, and, thankfully, have a very cute Poodle jumping at the back door waiting to be let back inside.  He is having a good day.

Holiday Safety

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Tips to keep holidays safe for pets

Shawn M. Finch, DVM

Published: Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Omaha World-Herald

With the holiday season looming, it’s not just gift-buying that you need to worry about. Christmas and New Year’s can be dangerous times for pets, veterinarians say. Christmas tree tinsel and Grandma’s homemade fudge, among other items, are hazardous for cats and dogs.To help keep your pets safe through the New Year, here are a few tips from Dr. Shawn Finch, a veterinarian at Banfield Hospital:

Avoid tinsel and ribbon.

While pretty, they can easily get stuck in a pet’s intestines. Dogs or cats who eat it often require surgery. Either don’t use it or be sure it stays out of a pet’s reach.,

Keep chocolate away from pets.

Any kind of chocolate, in large amounts, can be toxic, but baking chocolate is especially dangerous. Despite its bitter flavor, pets will eat it. Chocolate has a chemical that dogs and cats can’t process, and it hurts their nervous systems.,

Do not let dogs or cats into the garage.

Antifreeze, even just a lick, can be fatal. Store the liquid out of your pet’s reach and be sure cars aren’t leaking fluids.

Keep pets inside.

Generally, if people aren’t comfortable outside in a light jacket, it’s too cold for pets to be outside for long. Old or small pets are especially vulnerable. All pets’ noses and paws are susceptible to frostbite.

Keep electrical cords covered or hidden

so pets can’t chew them. People tend to have more cords out during the holidays.– Compiled by Omaha World-Herald staff writer Veronica Stickney

Dr. Finch, Bird Doctor

Thursday, November 1st, 2007

Dedicating a newsletter to hamsters was so fun, I decided to do another… this time dedicated to birds.

Milli The Gorgeous Cockatoo

Since the start of my career as um, Dr. Finch, the comments have ranged from “Do you see birds? You should! Get it?” to that of my most recent bird-owning client, who, after a wellness appointment with his new baby budgerigar, said, somewhat dubiously, “Well, with a name like that, let’s hope you’re a good bird doc.”  I just laughed and said “Yes, let’s hope!”   I must be ok… or lucky… his bird is doing fine so far.

My first avian patient was a budgerigar whose owner had called five other veterinary hospitals, and none of them would see her hurt bird.   For the record, I now know of several vets in Omaha who see birds, and they are all very good.   However, she was panicked and calling through the Yellow Pages, which can be hit or miss.   Anyways, my first reaction was to also say I don’t see birds.   But the bird was hurt… and the owner was crying… and no one else would see them.  And I do love budgies.   So I had them come in.

On presentation, the little bird was hanging from the top of her cage from… a paperclip.   Gross.  This wasn’t an avian case.   This was a hardware case—more my husband’s area of expertise than mine.  What would Russ do? Stuck wire… needle nose pliers… similar to… hemostats!”   I grabbed a pair of hemostats and the bird and gently pulled the paperclip out of the scared budgie’s mouth.  It had been a homemade toy hanger.   She had ignored the toy, bitten the paperclip, and it had gone through the bottom of her mouth and out her neck.   I finished the exam… nothing as dramatic as a paperclip impaling, the rest of her looked like a normal budgie.  I treated her pain and sent her home on budgie-sized antibiotics to guard against infection.

Then I sat down and shook for a good half hour as I thought through how many vital structures are in the very small neck of a bird.  Amazingly, the wire must have missed every single one of them, because she lived to play with safe, paperclip-less toys, and I have gone on to have many, many avian cases, but none as scary as my first one.

In fact, they have by and large been very fun cases.  If you are a pediatrician, maybe you can relate to how fun it is when you are used to patients who will look at you with their cute little faces, but not answer any of your questions, to then having a patient actually answer you in plain English.   It is a nice change of pace, even if my patients are only mimicking what I just said.   Sometimes, on a slow day, I will talk my clients into staying longer just so I can hold their bird and finish our conversation.

I can honestly say that I have yet to have a patient of any species who was not cute (yes, even the hairless dogs and rats), but the scarlet macaws, rainbow-colored gouldian finches and bright green conures are way up there for breath-taking beauty.   In fact, I always save a few feathers from wing trims for my daughters.   Many of their stuffed animals, thanks to gorilla glue and contributions from my gorgeous patients, are now angel stuffed animals.

And the personalities!   Every bird I have met seems to have an amazing sense of humor just under his or her little feathered surface.   One of my best friends is my Mom and Dad’s twelve-year-old budgie, Pete, Pete, the Parakeet.  (Mom calls him Pete.)   Pete, Pete, the Parakeet knows over thirty words and phrases, and I swear he often uses them in context.   My favorites are “Gimme a kiss,” “Whatcha doing?” and “Here Ernie, Ernie.”   (Ernie is my parents’ tiny poodle, another good friend of mine.)   Pete, Pete, the Parakeet has had two bouts of kidney failure, but is presently healthy and working on his next phrase.

Birds seem to bring me beyond my hospital walls better than any other patients.   I do house calls for Pedro, a cockatiel who lives in the exercise room of Lakeside Village.   While I am there I get to visit my Mother-in-Law Karen who works there, my friends who work with Karen—Paula, Tanya, Michelle and the rest, and the residents—my great aunt-in-law Aunt Rachel, Pedro’s best friend Catherine, our real estate agent’s Dad, my daughter Abby’s “adopted” Grandma, whose cat we went to check on together, and many others. For the severe introvert that I am, Pedro has brought me a long ways.

Pedro Cockatiel

I also do house calls for Buddy, a cockatiel who lives at Montessori Children’s Room, where my Mom teaches.   I try to stretch that into an all day visit… I get to see the kids (including my daughter!), my Mom, the other teachers, Pete, Pete, the Parakeet, and Ratty and Newbie Rat, friends of Buddy, for whom I also do house (school?) calls.

My friend at Westwood Church, Jenn VanCleve, leads the preschool there and allows me to be the vet for their two budgies, Sky and Puffer.   Strangely, Sky is not the sky blue one with the white cloud-shaped mark on his head—Sky is the other one.   But fortunately, the preschool kids know which is which and can remind me as needed.

The summer before last, I taught Vacation Bible School at Westwood Church.   The decorations all had a tropical theme, so naturally we needed a parrot.  I did the best I could and borrowed a gorgeous cockatoo from a groomer at Petsmart.  He let me keep Milli all week, and the kids loved her.   Imagine forty preschoolers trying to teach a bird to say, “Love is kind.”   Milli never did repeat it, though she seemed to enjoy the attention, but I would guess that those kids remember that verse to this day, and in interacting with Milli, they learned in a very concrete way to practice kindness.  Milli’s owner did not seem too happy we were brainwashing his poor bird, but he must believe the verse on some level, because trusting me with his pet for a whole week so I could make the week more special for the kids is one of the nicest things a client has ever done for me.

And so it goes that the birds of Omaha are bringing me out and about, to new friends, new experiences, and beauty I would otherwise miss.  For all these reasons and more, I love seeing birds as patients.  I feel, as I imagine my classmate Dr. Crow feels, and maybe even the Nebraska Humane Society vet Dr. Katz feels, and (I have always believed), the late great Iowa swine practioner, Dr. Hogg, must have felt, as if I am living up to my name, Dr. Finch.