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NO TAIL? NO PROBLEM Siggy’s Tail/Tale

posted April 15th, 2010 by

By Sherri Goodall

Abby Lehman volunteers at the SPCA. She drives the “MAC” truck, (the Mobile Adoption Center) to several locations around Tulsa that help sponsor the SPCA’s adoption efforts.

Abby has seen her share of abused and neglected animals. But when her neighbor and friend brought her Siggy, all the rules changed. That day, a Saturday in December, 2009, a gorgeous, golden cat with a horrendous tail wound entered Abby’s life. The neighbor brought the cat to Abby because she was afraid it would die. The cat had a huge, oozing wound under its tail. At first, Abby thought someone had set the cat’s tail on fire. There was a gentle light in the cat’s golden eyes, and he didn’t seem frightened. In fact, he seemed grateful that someone had noticed him.

Abby, with three anti-cat dogs at home, knew the only place she could take this suffering cat was to VCA vets. When Dr. Baker examined the cat, she could barely hear its heart beat. The cat, now named Siggy, was so happy to be petted that his purring drowned out his heartbeat.

Dr. Baker estimated it would take about five days and $500 to treat Siggy. Siggy would also be neutered. Abby had no idea where she would get the money. She knew she couldn’t take Siggy to the SPCA because he probably wouldn’t be adopted due to his injuries. She couldn’t take him home because of her dogs.

On Sunday, Dr. Baker told Abby that they would have to dock (remove) Siggy’s tail. The x-rays showed that Siggy’s tail had separated discs. It was as if someone had yanked his tail so hard that the bones had broken apart, or that the tail had been run over. Where the bones had broken, the skin split apart too, leaving a festering wound. Whatever the cause, the nerves were so damaged that Siggy had no feeling in his tail, so they decided to amputate it. Dr. Baker said that this absence of feeling is what probably kept Siggy alive and kicking.

What to do? Enter Shai Kaiser, 13. Shai volunteers at the SPCA on Sunday mornings. He and Abby’s families are good friends. Shai, too, has seen his share of suffering animals. Abby told Shai her tale/tail of woe. Shai already had one cat and two dogs at home, all rescues. Yet, he couldn’t bear the thought of the gloomy future this sweet cat faced. He called his mom who said okay, but he would have to convince his dad…a much tougher job.

After a week at VCA, Shai brought Siggy home. What a sight Siggy was! In addition to his shaved bottom, he wore a cone around his neck so he wouldn’t bother his stitches. He was timid and scared. The other cat, a female, was not thrilled with his arrival. Poor Siggy had to be coaxed out of his cage to eat. By the time I met Siggy, one month later, he was lolling in his basket on the kitchen counter.

His humans gathered around him, tempting him with food. Afraid…I don’t think so. In fact, Siggy had every sign of being Lord of the Manor. Both two-legged and fourlegged creatures were under his spell.
He is quite handsome, even with his distinctive stump of a tail. One can’t help but love this special feline.

For three years, Shai has requested that birthday gifts be directed to a charity of his choice. Last year it was the SPCA. His brothers will do the same thing when they reach age ten.

FOR THEIR LOVE OF RUNNING……The Alaskan Sled Dog

posted January 15th, 2010 by

By Sherri Goodall

You would have to eat 18 McDonald’s Happy Meals (cheeseburger and fries) to equal what one sled dog burns in a day racing–10,000 calories! Imagine slogging through blinding ice and snowstorms, in winds strong enough to flip you, your musher and his sled upside down.
Temperatures may hover at 30 below zero, with wind chills at minus 60! Sled dogs consider this weather absolutely perfect! What makes sled dogs tick? Alaskan sled dogs are happiest when the temperatures stay below zero. The colder, the better! Warm temperatures cause the dogs to overheat. Mushers will often race their dogs at night, when it’s coldest.

The Alaskan husky is actuallya hybrid…a mixture of other breeds. The gray wolf, Siberian husky, Malamute, Samoyed, and Greyhound have all contributed to the gene pool of the Alaskan husky. Known as “The Last Great Raceon Earth,” the Iditarod challenges the fittest of sled dogs.

The Iditarod trail snakes nearly 1200 miles across frozen tundra from Anchorage to Nome in Alaska. It begins the first Saturday in March.
During long races, the dogs are capable of traveling 150 miles a day. At a lope, they can travel thirty miles at speeds up to 20 miles per hour.

Tulsa has its own Iditarod legend, Dody Nesbit. She has managed the dog lot in Nome for over a decade. All the dogs, whether dropped from the race due to illness or other factors, plus every dog that finishes the Iditarod must go to the dog lot to be checked out by a veterinarian and to rest. Dody is their keeper, watching over them day and night. She watches for any signs of distress or illness, but mainly she just makes sure they rest and eat. Some may have been on the trail for two weeks or more.

At any given time, there could be several hundred dogs in the lot. The second Sunday after the race starts, the Iditarod Banquet is held and Dody always stays for that.

The ideal cold-weather canine has a thick outer coat which wicks away moisture, a soft furry under layer which holds warmth (like long underwear), tough feet, and an amazing metabolism that supports strength, endurance, speed, and recovery. Sled dogs sleep burrowed into the snow or on top of it, curled into a cozy fur ball. They stick their nose under their tail to breathe warm air. The most important characteristic of the sled dog, however, is their love of running.

Just like retrievers love to fetch, collies love to herd and working dogs love to hunt, the most powerful desire of the Alaskan husky is to run with the wind. Their great-greatgreat grandfathers, the gray wolves hunted to survive, chasing moose and elk. The group operated as a pack, with an alpha male and female as the team leaders. This urge to hunt and chase became wired into future generations of canines.
During extreme sled dog races, like the Iditarod, mushers are more concerned with controlling and conserving the speed of their dogs, rather than urging them to race faster. What would be difficult for other breeds is a “piece of cake” for the sled dog.

A typical sled dog weighs between 40-50 pounds. One husky, at 50 pounds, is able to pull aone-ton load (2000 pounds) from a dead stop. A team of 8-1O sled dogs can easily fly through the snow and ice pulling a musher and sled weighing about 350 pounds.

a happy halloween BAT STORY

posted October 15th, 2009 by

STORY BY SHERRI GOODAL

ONCE UPON A TIME, ON A WINDY NIGHT IN JUNE, a sweet little bat was sound asleep in a tree. A nasty gust came along and blew the little bat out of the tree. Two boys found the bat on the ground.

“Yikes!” they screamed. Although the bat was only a baby, they were afraid of her. They thought about killing the helpless baby bat, but just in the nick of time, a teenage girl by the name of Sophia came upon the scene and snatched the baby bat from the boys.

Sophia took the baby bat to Bat’s Landing, a rescue facility for bats, run by Beverly Wallace. There, Beverly fed and kept the baby bat warm in her special enclosures.

The bat was appropriately named Sophia and became a favorite on the lecture scene with Beverly, as well as a favorite of the children who visit Bat’s Landing. Teenage Sophia comes to visit bat Sophia on a regular basis.

Bats have a bad rap, yet they are incredibly important to our ecological system. They feed on night-flying insect pests and they pollinate over 500 species of plants!

Sophia is a hairy-tailed bat, known as a hoary bat for her silver -tipped brown fur. She is one of North America’s largest bats. Like 65% of her species, she is insectivorous-feeding on insects.

Sophia can fit into the palm of an adult hand.

October is “I’m not Scared Month” at Bats Landing where Beverly hosts wiener roasts for classes of children and Scouts. It’s a time to learn about bats and why we needn’t be afraid of them. Beverly is licensed by the state of Oklahoma Department of Wildlife. She is active in the community educating the public about bats.

To reach Beverly Wallace: (918) 227-1227 bevsgretta@aol.com

BAT FACTS:

  • Bats are the only mammal that can fly
  • Like all mammals, bats have teeth. Carnivorous bats, such as the vampire bats, have sharp canine teeth. Insect-eating bats have sharp-edged molars for grinding hard outer shells of insects.
  • Oklahoma has 22 species of bats. All are insectivorous
  • Bats are not rodents, are not blind, and do not become entangled in people’s hair
  • One small bat can eat over 1,000 mosquitosized insects in one hour. Nursing mothers eat twice that amount
  • Bats use echolocation (ultrasonic sound waves) for hunting insects.
  • Another species, called the vampire bat actually feeds on tiny amounts (@ 2T.) of blood from birds or mammals. These bats are found in South and Central America. The saliva of these bats contains a super strong anticoagulant to prevent the blood from clotting. It is used to make the medical drug Draculin, prescribed for heart attack and stroke patients.

Sparkles

posted October 15th, 2009 by

STORY BY SHERRI GOODAL

THERE’S MORE THAN ONE WAY to get the attention of a few hundred kindergartners, first, second, and third graders… sound a smoke alarm and bring in Sparkles, the Fire Safety Dog. If her shiny red helmet and red vest don’t get your attention, her shiny red toenails will.

Sparkles, a Dalmatian, travels with her owner Dayna Hilton, taking their fire safety message to kids all over the United States. Sparkles has been on national TV and has visited the United States Senate in Washington, D.C. Dayna, known as Firefighter Dayna, has been a firefighter for over eight years.

Last year, home fires resulted in almost 4,000 civilian deaths and 18,000 injuries. These tragedies occur because children and their caregivers are not trained in fire safety. This is where Firefighter Dayna and Sparkles enter the picture.
In November, Sparkles visited Celia Clinton Elementary school in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Sparkles has roots in Tulsa, where she was rescued from a home with 62 dogs and ended up at the Tulsa Animal Welfare shelter. The Tulsa Dalmatian Assistance League stepped in and rescued Sparkles and Dayna adopted her in 2003.
Sparkles immediately showed quick learning potential and she interacted well with children.

Within months at her new home in Arkansas, Sparkles quickly became her fire department’s mascot and earned the honor of becoming a fire safety dog.

During the Clinton school presentation, Sparkles’ tail never stopped wagging. She does love her job! Not only was Sparkles fun to watch, but her fire safety demonstration was easy for the kids to remember.

When Firefighter Dayna asked the crowd to welcome Sparkles, they responded with a thunderous shout, “SPARKLES!” Out she trotted in her red vest and helmet, and the show began.

Firefighter Dayna, with help from Sparkles, presented the four most important safety tips in case of a fire:

  1. Every home should have working SMOKE ALARMS. Make sure your home has them and MAKE SuRE THEY WORK. The batteries should be tested once a month and changed twice a year.
  2. Have an ESCAPE PLAN: GET OUT AND STAY OUT (never go back inside a burning house). Your family escape plan should include a map of your house and yard. Find two ways out of every room. Choose an outside meeting place a safe distance from your home where everyone can meet (i.e. a neighbor’s house, light post, mailbox or stop sign). Mark it on your escape plan. Practice your home fire drill at least TWICE A YEAR.
  3. When Sparkles hears the smoke alarm, she hops out of her bed and crawls to the nearest door (the air closest to the floor is cooler). She tests the door with her paw (kids do it with the BACK of your hand, so you don’t burn your palm). If the door is cool, OPEN IT AND GET OUT! Stay close to the ground and go to your meeting place. If the door is hot, crawl to the second way out. If it’s a window, signal with a flashlight or a colored cloth. Do not break the window. If smoke enters the room from outside, you would be in danger.
  4. Sparkles pushes the door open and runs to a mailbox. Go to the planned meeting place outside and stay there until everyone is accounted for.

Sparkles’ best friends, other than Dayna, are firefighters. She has her own miniature fire truck. Sparkles wags her tail and barks while Dayna sings the Firefighter Song. (sung to Frères Jacques) Firefighter, Firefighter You are brave, you are brave Putting out the fires, putting out the fires Lives you save, lives you save.

When the program ends Sparkles raises her paw, as Firefighter Dayna asks the kids to raise their hands and repeat the Jr. Firefighter Oath: I promise to practice fire safety every day!

“Congratulations, you are Junior Fire Fighters!” Sparkles is the star of her very own children’s book, Sparkles the Fire Safety Dog. The book, written by Firefighter Dayna, features Sparkles teaching fire safety as demonstrated during their school visits. To date, Sparkles the Fire Safety Dog has been credited with helping save the lives of two adults and seven children.” To learn more about Sparkles and her book, visit her website at www.sparklesthefiresafetydog.com.

Dalmatians are often fire fighter mascots.

Many people think it’s because Dalmatians have a high incidence of deafness, which would make them unable to hear the screeching sirens. Not true. Dalmatians are “coach dogs” which means they naturally like to run with horses and they were used to precede or follow horse-drawn coaches, carriages, or wagons. Before fire trucks came along, horses pulled fire wagons and Dalmatians always ran alongside.*
*Sources: National Fire Protection Association and the Home Safety Council

Scobie…Superdog

posted April 15th, 2009 by

Story by Sherri Goodall

Scobie, the Super Hero, Super Dog, is a six-year-old West Highland Terrier. His mom, Theresa (affectionately known as Mother Theresa—for good reason) is Vice President of Oklahoma Westie Rescue.
Scobie has Addison’s disease, a condition in which stress causes major upheavals in his system. Addison doggies are usually very attached to their mommies or daddies, and separation can really stress them. For this reason, Theresa takes Scobie with her on all of her missions involving Westie rescues. He sits right up front with her in her SUV.

On a recent mission to deliver meds to a foster mom with two sick Westie pups, Theresa was on the highway on her way home, when Scobie threw up. (Addison doggies also have very fragile tummies.) Theresa pulled into a rest stop, first checking to see if there was anyone there…there wasn’t. She retrieved some paper towels out of the back seat of her SUV and promptly cleaned up Scobie and her seat. 

“BAM!”  The passenger window blew out. Theresa was staring into the barrel of a gun! There weren’t any cars at the rest stop, so where did the gun and the man attached to it come from?

Before Theresa could catch her breath, the man demanded her jewelry, wallet and phone. She handed him the items and thought that was that.

It wasn’t. The man told her to “GET OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!”  He yanked Theresa out and got in the car. Two more men appeared from nowhere. The gun guy unlocked the car and the two other guys proceeded to try to get the back seats up so they could get in. Only problem was, the SUV was packed solid with dog crates; HELLO…this is what dog rescuers do. And, the crates do not come out of the side doors…they come out the way they go in, through the back door. 

By now, Scobie is a raging, ferocious, mad dog. He’s snarling, growling and generally being hateful to the gun guy who’s rummaging through his mommy’s purse and glove compartment.

Theresa, meanwhile, is frantically banging on the driver’s side window, begging the gun guy to let Scobie out. She was sure that all three would soon drive off with Scobie in the SUV, and who knew what they would do with him?

While the two guys were stupidly trying to get the crates out, a “tire buddy” that Theresa kept in her car rolled to the ground.

Theresa grabbed the buddy/bat and started beating the window, trying to break it. At this point, gun guy had had it with the lunatic dog and his lunatic mom. He opened the door and aimed his gun at Theresa’s head. In the nano-second it took to pull the trigger, Scobie lunged at him, knocking the gun off track… enough that the bullet glanced off Theresa’s glasses, nicking her eyebrow instead of blowing her head off. 

At that moment, gun guy decided to open the door and hurl Scobie out like a sack of garbage.

That did it.  Mess with me and I’ll fight back; hurt my dog, and all bets are off—you’re done.

Theresa went after the gun guy with her “tire buddy” and beat the living @#$%& out of him. Scobie by now was on the ground and tearing after the back seat dummies. Westies have some of canine kingdom’s strongest jaws. Once attached, they do NOT let go. Scobie was going to get his due, no matter what.

Just then, another carjacker appeared in a car. Theresa thought the play was over; she and Scobie were soon to be history.

Instead, the back seat dummies grabbed the gun guy, who was now unconscious, dragged him to the getaway car, and all four hit the road.

Theresa stood there with Scobie,  dumbstruck. Someone must have seen the fracas, because the highway patrol arrived within minutes, followed by an ambulance. (That someone might have been the same angel sitting on Theresa and Scobie’s shoulders.)

Mother Theresa refused to go to the hospital, because she would have to leave her savior, Scobie. They drove home together in the SUV (wind in their faces, thanks to the absent passenger seat window) deliriously happy to be alive.

Other than a ringing in her ears, and a Tylenol Extra-Strength headache, plus bruises and scrapes from her time on the pavement, Theresa is recovering nicely. 

To Scobie, it was just another’s day work, protecting his mommy.

WESTIES RULE!

The carjackers have not been found, nor has Theresa’s wedding band, which belonged to her grandmother. Her wallet and phone were found on the pavement next to the getaway car.  Her watched was crushed.

To learn more about Westie rescue, visit www.okwestierescue.com 

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Kuddly Kangaroos and a Camel Too – Rainbow Farms

posted January 15th, 2009 by

What’s soft, fuzzy, and loves to be cuddled?  Oh, by the way, it’s a marsupial.

We’ve heard of therapy dogs, cats, horses and even monkeys. But have you ever heard of a therapy kangaroo?

Meet Kaye Williams of Rainbow Farms in Bixby, Oklahoma. She raises kangaroos. Along with her “Mob,” Kaye’s farm is home to Sammy the camel, dozens of tiny burros, ponies, and several horses.

Kaye’s kangaroos weren’t always destined to become therapy pets. As she likes to tell it, “when one door closes, another opens.”

In 2001, Kaye took over her neighbor’s farm, including the kangaroos. She planned to put the place up for sale, and relocate to more acreage, Then came 9/11, and her dreams of a larger place had to be put aside. 

One morning, six months later, Kaye went into the kangaroo pen and found all of her kangaroos poisoned to death. She had kept two  babies inside for the night, so they were safe. As it turned out, contaminated food was the culprit. Once over the shock, Kaye knew she had to go back to work. As a registered nurse, she found a position with Shadow Mountain, a rehabilitation facility for teens in crisis. She started bringing her Joeys (baby kangaroos) to work in backpacks

The ‘fit” was a no-brainer. Joeys love being swaddled in their mama’s pouches. The cuddling comforted the kids as well as the Joeys. For the first time, boys and girls with emotional issues sat quietly and calmly while cradling the Joeys. The feeling of being needed that some body is dependant on you does wonders for taking the focus off your own problems.

Bonding with another being is a wonderful antidote to anxiety and fear. Studies have shown that people who interact with pets in a soothing manner show a marked decrease in stress and anxiety. Blood pressure drops and heart rates slow. Many therapy pets go to hospitals and nursing homes for this very purpose.

Before she knew it, Kaye was busy taking her “Joeys” to therapy sessions in hospitals, hospices, to  school visits, birthday and private parties, and to corporate events. She was in such demand with her kangaroos that she had to stop working full time at Shadow Mountain. It’s a full-time job just caring for the Mob, and Kaye does it all by herself. 

Kangaroos of all ages are in the Mob, about a dozen in all. Some of the kangaroos are pregnant. The alpha male, Jay, weighs in at about 200 lbs., and his tail could flip you head over heels. The teen-agers seem content to “boing” around the pen. Like most teens they are curious and eager to test the boundaries, as in trying to box with you, search your pockets, and nibble on your clothes.

I fell in love with Jo Jo, a tiny, preemie boy. His forelegs were no thicker than a matchstick. He stuck his tiny nose in my neck, nuzzled, and licked me the whole time I carried him. (I wanted to stick him in my pocket and take him home). Bella, a one-year old female, hopped around our feet. She was too big to swaddle. When Kaye wanted to pick her up, she grabbed her by her tail, swung her upwards, and then grabbed her around her waist. She explained that you cannot pick up a Joey under the arms because their chests are so narrow and their forelegs so small, that you would crush their ribs. The tail is the strongest “limb” of a kangaroo. An adult could swat you across the room and even break your bones with its tail.  (Remember, all of Kaye’s kangaroos are tame. Don’t try this in the wild)

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