a torture-free halloween for pets: let's play dress-up

Each October I see some informative articles about how to keep your pets safe during Halloween. The tips offered are important and valuable, especially for new pet owners. Since these Halloween safety articles are abundant and readily available and I don't really have anything new to contribute, I started thinking a bit more about pets and Halloween and why these tips are necessary. If we use our common sense, it's pretty obvious that an entire bowl of chocolate shouldn't be left out for the scrounging dog to enjoy or that we shouldn't let our black cat go on the prowl. Problem is, so many of us don't use our common sense.

I guess for every ghoulish soul who would harm a black cat on Halloween, there is a misguided soul who would let the black cat out. Sigh.

So–really–let's think about this. The most common torture pet owners subject their furry friends to is the Halloween costume.

Perhaps one in a hundred pets will tolerate a costume. And if we're talking cats, I'd bet the odds are more like one in a thousand. And even those few aren't enjoying it. Your dog doesn't care if he's Spiderman or a ballerina, but he's probably totally uncomfortable either way. Let's think about how our pets feel...like hell. They feel like hell in that costume. Just restrain your selfish desires to make your pet look like Yoda. He doesn't like it. 

The good news? There's a great alternative! There are countless photo-editing web sites out there, so you can take a plain old pic of your pet and virtually dress her up to your heart's content, then spread the silly photos all over Facebook. We'll all get a laugh and you'll enjoy making your pet look like a doofus. All the while, your pet relaxes, curled up on the couch, none the wiser. My favorite editing site is PicMonkey. There are free and paid versions, and though the paid version is stellar, the free version is more than sufficient for your average Joe. They have a whole Halloween-themed section, complete with fonts and embellishments. You can even zombify or vampire-it-up. Go wild.

I recruited a couple of willing participants. Neither of them would have tolerated an actual costume. Jack and Suzanne got to try out a couple of different looks:

Jack is a wiggly rough-and-tumble pooch, and Suzanne is so old we don't remember exactly how old she is, but she's likely made it through two decades of Halloweens. So–voila! Instant dress-up party sans torture. Purrrrrfect. 

I know, I know. Your pet is that one-in-a-thousand who tolerates the costume without shaking, rolling, or ripping it off in a rage. No...your pet actually enjoys the costume. Really! He loves all the attention...am I right?

Right. 

my client cheated on me. ain't karma a bitch?

So I was out with a bunch of friends the other night, and this couple–friends and clients of mine–said they had something to tell me. "Something happened." It seemed serious, so initially I thought something terrible might have happened to Eddie*, their dog , but they had slight smirks on their faces, so I calmed.

Since my family just returned from a California vacation that included Legoland, it seemed like a natural conversation-starter that Mark began by telling me that they recently spent four days at Legoland. "Wow! Did you have fun?" I inquired.

"Well, yes. It was great, but..." he gave Jodi a look. "Well, I have this buddy. He's a career bachelor and has had dogs all of his life. He has two, and Eddie gets along great with them. He offered to take Eddie while we were gone, and I thought, 'awesome! Free pet sitting.'"

Again, I feared the worst. Had the dogs fought? Was Eddie okay? "No biggie," I said. "Who would pass up free pet sitting? Sounds like a great situation. Did something go wrong?" Didn't Mark and Jodi know that you get what you pay for? I've been to this rodeo before. Clients may cheat, but they always come back. Something always happens.

"He came back...um...with ticks," Mark announced.

"Complete infestation," Jodi added. "And we didn't know for over a week."

I'm not sure what my face looked like, but I'm guessing it was one of sympathy mixed with a dash of "ha-ha," which is exactly how I felt. But, of course, I was concerned about Eddie. "Oh my God! Is Eddie okay?" I asked with a giggle. 

"Yeah, he's fine. He will be. He's just chewing himself alive right now because he's in the scabby stage," Mark told me.

Poor Eddie.

"The groomer found hundreds," Jodi elaborated. "The first time I saw one, I was plugging in the vacuum to an outlet in the living room and a tick literally jumped out of the socket. I knew right then and there that we had a big issue."

"Wow. I'm so sorry." I was.

Jodi went on. "They found them in Eddie's paw pads and growing in the pits of his legs. He was literally being eaten alive. The exterminator sprayed the inside and outside of our house multiple times because–just our luck–ticks multiply quite quickly in this dry, hot AZ environment we live in. They can actually survive weeks without a food source."

They went on to tell me about multiple vet visits, multiple "dips," and a complete home extermination. "We've spent hundreds of dollars," Mark said. "It would have been less expensive to hire you."

"Cheaters never win," I joked. "Ain't karma a bitch?"

"Yep," Jodi agreed. "Our attempt to save a little money on a pet sitter ended up costing us over $500.00, hours of frustration, and some serious strain on a friendship for failing to disclose to us that his dogs had ticks! We asked ourselves 'Why didn't we just call Kristen?' So, basically, we'll never have anyone except...YOU...watch Eddie again." 

"Solid plan," I said.

We laughed and toasted to my job security and to Eddie's speedy recovery.

*Names have been changed. 

 

 

 

 

don't count out the old guys: adopting an adult cat

The littles and I have been volunteering for several months at our local PetSmart Cat Room as representatives of Lost Our Home Pet Foundation. Though we love getting to know the cats and look forward to seeing our feline friends every week, we hope we don't see them, because that means they've been adopted. That's the goal, after all.

When we first started, we were sad when we'd come in and see that the adorable kittens we'd enjoyed the previous week had been adopted. We missed them! Time and time again, it would happen. 

But then there were our old friends. We could always count on the fact that the older cats would still be there. And they were. It seems that no one wants to adopt an adult cat. Perhaps they aren't as cute, or perhaps they are a bit pudgy. Maybe they don't play enough. Or maybe potential adopters feel that an adult cat might have too many health issues.

This past weekend, we were thrilled to hear the news that one of our older feline friends, Hercules, was finally adopted! We've been visiting Hercules since June, and we started to lose hope for him. Even he seemed to lose hope, becoming less social, accepting his favorite thorough brushing, but remaining in the confines of his enclosure. He didn't want to play with the other cats. Though we loved seeing him every week, it was breaking our hearts, just the same. 

But all of that is over. Hercules found his forever family!

Hercules has finally found a home. 

Hercules has finally found a home. 

I can't argue that kittens aren't teensy and cute, but we all have to remember that they don't stay that way, and we have to commend this family for seeing the good in Hercules and giving him the home he so very much deserves.

So what is great about adopting an adult cat?

• What you see is what you get. You know how big the cat is. He's full grown.

• You know the cat's personality. When you adopt an adult cat, you get to choose a cat that fits your family well because his personality is pretty much established (though most adult cats will shine even brighter when they are settled with their adoptive family).

• You know if it will be a good fit with other pets and/or children. Most adult adoptable cats will come with a "resume" of sorts, letting you know if the animal gets along with other types of animals or plays well with children.

• Potty training–check. Unless there is an underlying medical issue, adult cats know where to "go." Just show the adult cat the litter box, and he gets it.

• Clawing and chewing are mostly a thing of the past. Adult cats don't chew on hazardous things or claw the furniture as much as kittens do. Save the sofas!

What's the most important reason to adopt an adult cat?

You might be their last chance. Kittens go like hot cakes, but adult cats are a tougher sell. If you're considering welcoming a new feline into your home, please open your mind and your heart to an adult cat. It will be life changing for you and your new family member. You'll save a life. 

Read Hercules' full adoption story here.

Click here to see Lost Our Home Pet Foundation's Adoptable Animals.

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