We were so sad to hear that one of our pug buddies, Brando, in Tennessee was just diagnosed with Heartworm. The saddest part is that Heartworm infections are completely preventable!
Brando was recently rescued from a terrible situation. His vet sees signs that he was confined to a crate most of the time, resulting in serious walking difficulties. Most likely, he was used for breeding and otherwise ignored. Shortly after finding a loving home, Brando began to show signs of illness. Among other problems, the vet discovered a Heartworm infestation.
Brando will need medication to kill both adult worms, as well as larvae in his bloodstream. Stress on a dog's heart from the dying adult worms during treatment can be dangerous and even fatal. To prevent that, he'll need to be on crate rest for several weeks. While this infection IS curable, it also never had to happen.
According to the American Heartworm Association, dogs is every US state have been diagnosed. While the highest infection rate (45%) occurs in states that are within 150 miles of the Atlantic or Gulf coasts, or along the Mississippi River, local factors can cause increased incidence in inland states. Since Heartworm is transmitted via infected mosquitoes, you can bet that if your area has a high concentration of mosquitoes, Heartworm is a problem. Click here for a map of US Heartworm incidence.
Monthly treatment to prevent Heartworm can cost as little as $15 per month for your dog. But the medications, testing and vet care needed to treat the infection can add up to as much as $1000, depending on the severity of the disease, according to webMD.
Along with consistently administering monthly Heartworm preventatives, pay attention to mosquito control in areas where your dogs spend time outdoors. Less mosquitoes means less chance of exposure to Heartworm larvae. Although most dogs do have some level of larvae, regular use of preventative kills them before they can grow to full adult size (up to 12 inches for females) and cause damage to the heart.
Along will all our pug friends, we are hoping that Brando has a smooth and full recovery. A Chip-in has been posted for anyone who cares to donate some treat money towards his care. But most important, we hope you learned a little bit about Heartworm, and how to keep your own dogs safe and healthy.
Tonite is a big party in blogville....it the First Ever Sunflower Sister & Fire Hydrant Club MIXER!! All in honor of our friend Hank over at I Tell Ya What. It's in honor of his trip over the Rainbow Bridge.
So were getting ready to meet the party bus......
In honor of Hank, the gals decided to crack open a cold one,
Like a true Diva*, Foo just ate up the attention and pampering. Miss Aimee noticed that Foo's front paws were pretty tight, probably from her bum back paws. She got some of that arthritis in her hips, you know.
Well, it's been a very, um....chaotic! few weeks around here. Adding a pug seems to be an exponential rather than linear expansion. Unfortunately, we've all fallen head over paws for her.
The humans, that is.
The pugs? Meh.
Hear no evil.....SEE no evil.....speak no evil ???
Ruby's gotten a lot more comfortable around here, as you can see:
Such a cutie pie!!
Shortly after she arrived, a local family met her and has fallen under her spell to.
Until her adoption is finalized, she'll be staying her with us.
A few days ago, Mom told us some startling news......we were getting a visitor.
Not just for a day or two, but for a while.
"How long?" we asked........
"As long as it takes" Mom said.
Mom explained that there was a sad pug out there who needed a safe place to be.
She's a puppy mill survivor.
What's a puppy mill?
A place that's not good for dogs.
Where there are only cages, and no families, or playing, or even names.
No belly rubs or treats.
The only important thing is making new puppies.
So when Mom heard that Kentukiana Pug Rescue needed some more foster homes, she agreed to keep a pug-in-need safe till a new home could be found.
A few hours later:
OK, it was really 2 days.
Mom gave us a big pep talk about being nice to thte new kid in tow.
Here's a picture of the official
"Pug Welcoming Committee"
The Foo really enjoys her nightly glass or Pinot Grigio.
And here she is!
Poor Ruby was shaking in Mr. KPR's arms.
Much butt sniffing ensued, and we showed her our backyard.
And then our deck, and finally inside the house.
Ruby was a wreck, and could not stop shaking, even when Mom was holding her.
In the past 4 days, she's gotten more comfortable around our house.
At first, she clained a spot on the carpet and wouldn't budge. Everytime Mom picked her up to try to get her to drink, eat or pee, she ran right back to her "spot". So Mom put a dog bed down for her.
We are trying not to give her the cold paw, but boy, is she weird! She doesn't know her own name!
And she doesn't know how to go for a walk on a leash. She scares herself when she shakes her own tags. She jumps everytime theres a loud noise. And she wouldn't eat for a whole day. (now that's crazy!) She doesn't know how to play.
She likes to jump around, sniff stuff and generally act strange. During nap time.
After four days she is starting to get a bit tired.
But she is good at making Mom a little crazy.
Here's a shot of us messing with Mom when she was trying to take a picture of us all.
At least she snores just like us!
She is starting be kinda fun to be around,
but we really hope she can find a forever home soon.
Old age ain't pretty, let me tell ya. It's that time of year (again) when I lose clumps of fur. I've got big patches of it sticking out all over me. Mom just grabs a handful and plucks it out. Don't worry - there's more where that came from.
Face it, I'm a HOT MESS. The other day, as I was passed out relaxing on the living room rug, Mom noticed some schmutz (ssh-MUT-tze) on my paw. For those of you who don't speak Yiddish (HELLO! Michelle Bachman??) that means, crud, or crusty, well....stuff. And she noticed this.
Yeah, it is curling underneath itself. Doesn't hurt, but Mom sure flipped, then she yelled "I said NO CLAWS, human feet ONLY!!"
So today, I'm off to the vet for a Pawdicure. Spa Day - the whole 9 yards, the works. So talk to ya later. If I'm a bit silly, it's just because they served me a bit to much champagne with my peeled grapes and caviar!