Showing posts with label Miniature Daschund. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miniature Daschund. Show all posts

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Episode 16: Hobbit Feet

Seeing as I’m currently enjoying the best 28.6% of the week known as ‘the weekend’ I thought I’d post you another little update. Nothing in particular, just life. Life is never boring!

It’s one of those wonderful Saturdays where you have a lie in, leisurely eat your breakfast and drink your tea in your dressing gown and read your book. Then sit wistfully think of ways to pass a pleasant afternoon and decide what to wear for your plans in the evening.
Well I haven’t gotten as far as deciding what I’m wearing out to dinner yet with a fellow Scientista (meaning a fabulous female scientist) but I did manage to make myself some nice wheaten bread and pate and a nice cup of tea in my Snow White mug to have alongside this week’s New Scientist. Feeding the brain and the belly. Today’s a win so far!


 A better day than it was night anyway, my 7kg Miniature Daschund Belle ate two 200g bars of dark chocolate and a bag of marshmallows she stole out of a cupboard which was left open. It’s not just a rumour, chocolate at certain doses is extremely poisonous to dogs, symptoms leading from vomiting to coma and death.
Plain cooking chocolate is the absolute worst, Belle had some Bournville which isn’t great either though, milk chocolate is a lot safer as it has less cocoa. The toxic effects are actually due to Theobromine poisoning. Cocoa beans contain about 1.2% theobromine by weight, so darker chocolates with higher percentages of cocoa solids contain higher concentrations. Humans metabolise theobromine much faster than dogs so would have to eat an unimaginable amount before reaching any levels of toxicity.  However, levels as low as 20mg/kg can harm dogs. The caffeine content is also a problem and can lead to increased heart rate as well as lowering blood pressure.

So not a great night was had by all, staying up on the phone to the vet making sure our fat sausage dog didn’t die, it was like watching a drunk person, hoping they don’t boke on themselves. By some unknown miracle/mystery she is completely fine but we are eyeballing her constantly to make sure she doesn’t end up with pancreatitis from sugar overdose either. I can only think that by eating the whole bag of marshmallows first she has somehow avoided the effects. It’s been about 24 hours now though and she’s running around trying to scrounge food off everyone who is eating so I’m optimistic and the vet said the symptoms would onset quite rapidly. See, life is never boring, if you think your life is boring then get a sneaky sausage dog. Just don’t feed it chocolate, ever, just to be safe.

 
To amuse myself during the evening and night I started reading a new book. I’ve just started a new book series – Game of Thrones – after recovering from the Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) hangover. I have heard great things and am enjoying it already so I’ll post an update on here on how it goes if you’re curious.

In other news, I thought I looked acceptable today in a relaxed sort of Saturday afternoon-esqe style...
 
... until mummy said ‘your feet are creepy, you look like a hobbit’. And worse, the sausage looks like she agrees.
 
I’m quite delighted actually, I love Lord of the Rings, I’m glad I could make a subtle tribute with my hobbit sandals. As for Belle's opinion, I'm not going to take fashion advice from someone who has no shame about stealing and eating basically their own bodyweight in sweets.

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Episode 7: A Sausage Dog's Love

My own significant other of the Canis lupus familiaris variety is here for her cameo appearance;


This is sausage face. Her face is not the sausage feature after which she is named but is merely the face of the attached body which is distinctly sausage like. Her official title is Belle-Feline but has other aliases such as sneaky, sausage face, sausage roll, belle the smell, creepy sneak and weasel features.
Generally everything she does is sneaky due to her weasel like nature. She enjoys scrounging for the tiniest of scraps with all of her efforts. And absolutely loves whatever it is you have.

Miniature Daschunds have been bred to have these distinctive features as it better enables them to hunt badgers down badger holes. Belle has recently developed a newer adaptation into converting these inbred skills into ‘bin hunting’. Distinctly more rewarding and less dangerous for ones sneaky face;

I am sure many people have come home to such things if not worse. So why do we even keep pets?

“Dogs have important jobs, like barking when the doorbell rings, but cats have no function in a house whatsoever.”
~ W. Bruce Cameron, A Dog's Purpose
There must be advantageous reasons why humans keep members of another species for an extended period of time purely for entertainment. Apart from a few inter-species friendships developed by animals in zoos, there is no conclusive evidence of this happening among any other animals in nature.

Here are a few contenders in the debate;

Religious – Keeping pets isn’t a modern phenomenon, as early as 3500BC animals were kept domestically by the ancient Egyptians. Dogs were revered as a symbol of the Jackal god Anubis. Cats were also worshipped religiously; they were esteemed as demi-gods and were property of the divine pharaoh.

Practicality – Moving through the ages it can be considered almost instinct to use animals for doing things we cannot do ourselves. For example, horses have a use in work for being used to pull carts for transportation of people and goods. Cats are also useful for controlling rodent populations.
There is also the obvious need of keeping animals like cattle, sheep, chickens and pigs for foodstuffs such as meat, eggs and milk.

Even in modern times animals have a practical arm in the everyday lives of many people like sheep dogs, guide dogs and sniffer dogs.

Status Symbol – Pets can be considered almost as a supreme ornament. Not very long ago only the wealthy could afford to have an extra mouth to feed. In developing countries now this is still obvious, people who can’t afford it do not introduce a furry member of the family for fun.
Exotic pets are also a status symbol of the good condition of your bank balance. Queen Elizabeth I had a Guinea pig, you didn’t just go and buy one in Pet World then, she was probably the owner of the only guinea pig in Britain at the time.

Although it isn’t entirely common now, in history, hunting for sport was a favourite past time of the upper classes. For this purpose they kept dogs, horses and of course game specifically for their entertainment.
Birds also have the X Factor for entertainment, having a delightful rowdy canary would be enjoyable before the invention of the radio!

Of course none of this really answers why 48% of homes in Britain, 20% of Japanese and 63% of American and Australian homes have at least one pet. People aren’t picking up all that poop for nothing!

“Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge.”
~ Jerry Seinfeld

Psychological – Although anyone who has ever even seen one knows animals have feelings, humans are the only animals to have such a massive range of emotions linked to our consciousness.
Our desire to own and care for these creatures must be rooted in our emotions. It’s an absolutely simplistic answer but is just a simple fact, we have a pet because we love them and they love us back. Animals have shifted from food to friend.

No human on this earth is as unfailingly excited to see me when I come home as my Belly Belle.
Interestingly, animals respond better to sounds ending in ‘eeee’, probably explains why when I shout “BELLE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” down the hall she comes bounding down like a prize horse in the Grand National.

Finally,
Having a pet around gives us a living presence that makes us feel comforted and wanted, they give all their time and affection without any ulterior motive, all for only the very basics of life in return. Also, dogs like to wag their tails and not their mouths which is an advantage over many human companions.  

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”
~ Anatole France

 I will try to remind myself of this as I clear up the remainder of the bin contents from the floor...
You are nobody until somebody a sausage dog loves you.