Just a bit
of background on the big girl. Helga Sue was marked down at the shelter because
she had been there for months without any interest whatsoever. The employee
there must have been desperate to get rid of her. She told me that our meeting
was the first time she had wagged her tail since she had been incarcerated
there. My semi-significant other and I rolled our eyes. The employee also commented the dog
was obese and depressed. I retorted, 'aren’t we all?' I’m not one to resist a
sale, so Hellie was on her way to her forever home. When we got her there, she
immediately started chasing the cats and exhibiting nearly every bad behavior
known to dogdom. Poor kitty Bernice lived in the basement for four months.
[SIDE NOTE: Hel’s name had been Honey, a name that was so ill-suited that we laughed. The
shelter told me she was a golden/husky mix but she was so unusual that I had
her DNA tested. The certificate came back blank and the company gave me my
money back.]
We had no
clue about her anxieties until the first serious thunder storm hit. And, I am
ashamed to say, we did everything wrong. Helga was a big girl and she would
pace and try to stuff her large butt under the bed (ain’t happenin’). I would try to console her and pet her which
in reality was reinforcing her negative behaviors. Then we looked for solutions
to the problem.
The vet recommended
anti-anxiety medication (downers). My next question was, when do I give them to
her? The answer was astounding. They told me to watch the radar on T.V., then
an hour before the storm was to arrive, give her the pill. Really? So, on goes
the T.V. and down goes the pill. I cannot tell you how many times Helga Sue was
high but the storm blew over. Then we figured out a system. We used an herbal
remedy that lasted about 20 minutes while we waited for the drugs to kick in.
We also had to tell the big girl to suck it up because she was not going to be
coddled anymore. That was terribly hard because we felt so badly for her.
Over the
years, several of my Planned Pethood foster dogs, including Stanley who I have
adopted, have experienced various stages of these kinds of fears but I have
always dreaded the fourth most of all. We close the windows, turn up the
stereo, and crank up the AC, all in an attempt to blunt the effects of well
meaning people out to celebrate our nation’s birth. This will be Stanley’s
first Independence Day with us. Maybe people would think twice if they knew the
heartbreak and panic families experience when they find their companion is
missing.
Protect your
animals by keeping them inside days before and after July 4th. Close windows and secure doors. Your animal might have been fine last year,
but may have a problem this year. For
those who are especially frightened by loud noises such as storms, please
secure your animal in a place like your basement or a cage indoors. Your vet may think it best that your animal
be given medication prior to fireworks to help with anxiety levels in your
pets. Consult your vet before it’s too
late.
Should your pet become lost, you can find helpful hints here.
Mission Statement: To reduce the overpopulation and suffering of dogs and cats through education and low-cost spay/neuter programs and to rescue, vet and place adoptable dogs and cats into
good permanent homes.
This blog is dedicated to the memory of Helga Sue who we lost to a kidney disease at the age of 10. Blogger extraordinaire- Judy Szewczak
Should your pet become lost, you can find helpful hints here.
Mission Statement: To reduce the overpopulation and suffering of dogs and cats through education and low-cost spay/neuter programs and to rescue, vet and place adoptable dogs and cats into
good permanent homes.
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