chika's e-collar and her full costume

These are chika's e-collars
can you see ?
The one on the left , we bought from the vet, made in sweden
the one on the right, we bought from a petshop, made in china

So, the one on the left is made in sweden, we got it from the vet who offered if we wanted to just take it coz we'd need it at home.
it was made with one plastic sheet, quite a simple-clever design i should say,
and it costs us around us $ 5
at home we found out that some of it has chew marks...
so other dogs must've used it before and somehow got it out and chewed on it....
not chika, coz even chewing soft chewy treats takes her a long long long long long time now.
anyhow... it was kinda hard putting this particular e-collar because the plastic thingy has to be inserted to secure the e-collar in place.
in addition to that, a plastic rope/string has to be secured around her neck, otherwise chika would just 'escaped' her e-collar,
of course we wouldn't wanna choke her, so we gave her enough room around the neck.
in short, a lot of work !!!

So we went to a pet shop again....
looked for an e-collar
made in china, cost us only around US $2
it had velcro..... yippieee....
the thing only took us 2 seconds to put around chika's neck...
so........ there.....
get an e-collar with velcro, it makes life so much easier.

So this is Brown Eyes in Full Costume
poch : they're yellow

One thing to note is dat you should really trim your dog's hair before a surgery
hohhoho... because chika is kinda too hairy now
But it all works, coz the hair acts as a section divider for the velcro, so the shirt stays put :)

But looks like the e-collar's making her uncomfy when sleeping though.
poor thing....

Chika is Usmy ?

We decided to put a shirt on Chika....
so the stitches doesn't get in contact with the floor

So we went to a petshop and there were red shirts, pink shirts, girly girl shirt, even dresses and we saw a bumblebee outfit dat we wanted to put on pochi so much. it has wingssss !!!! and a hoodie !!!
*focus chi, focus*

So... we came across this dark green shirt...
Perfect... coz we need to apply betadine (iodine solution) and a special creme from the vet, twice a day, so any stain won't really show.

Grandmomo had to modify the shirt a bit
so chika didn't have to put the shirt on from her neck....
grandmomo added velcro strips
So Miss Usmy can be comfy with the shirt.
wait ??? usmy ?? who's usmy ? (read: oos-mee)

Well.. the dark green shirt has U.S Army written on it....so when grandmomo modified the shirt, all that's left is Usmy hoho

hence, miss usmy (aka chika) :)

Chika back at Home

So.... this is Miss Chika with her e-collar on
next to grandmomo's feet and beaded sandals
So that you know....
Chika loves massages...
so whenever you're sitting down....
she sits next to you and position her back right where your foot is
and waits till you start massaging her with your foot !!
So... No... she's not posing for photo
She's waiting for grandmomo to give her massages


Chika's now doing great.... :)
the operation went well...

I haven't updated this blog in such a long time
hohoho... but timeline is not important here :)
All dat matters is dat I'm spending a lot of time with chika and dat one *points to poronchi*

poch : huh ? did you say something chi chi ?
*munch munch*

Anyway, here's a pic of chika 2 days after surgery....

the vet adviced us not to bring her home just yet....
pic were taken with fotophone... hence the blurry pic....
chika had an e-collar on. hohohoho
chika : chichi, dat's so not funny

Chika was soooooo happy to see us *chichi n grandmomo*
we had to tell her to calm down and not jump up n down so much.
btw, grandmomo is grandmamma in short
poch : how's dat shorter ? difference is only 1 letter

but we felt really bad when we had to leave her behind....
*sob sob*
poch : i bet you didn't feel bad about leaving me behind at home huh ? *munch munch*
I wanted to come and visit chika too.

So, will post photos of chika-at-home tomorrow :D

Love your dogs :)

I found this article, and it made me cry so hard....
so please....,
love your family,
love your kids,
love your work
and you can still love your dogs :)

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you’d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"- But then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife is not a "dog person" –still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human Babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time Banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of Love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch–because your touch was now so infrequent –and I would’ve Defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of Your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my Dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all Life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I’m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself–a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" Was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of You and wait for you forever. May everyone in your Life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

written by : Jim Willis. 2001

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