About Me
- Name: Sagepaper
- Location: United States
An only child and service-brat, I was born in Panama. We lived on Indian Reservations when I was two to four-and-a-half -- crucial years for social development. Culturally, I am a mixed-up White Eyes from Mescalero. I began college at fifteen, enjoying a luxurious seven years of rigorous liberal arts education. Since graduating with a B.A. in Psychology, I have avidly read non-fiction, adding enormously to my formal education. Disabled by Tourette's Syndrome and other conditions, I live in Atlanta's suburbia. My father and husband are both physicians, and share a consulting business. (I am very proud of what they do, but I mention their occupations because people cannot seem to move to another small-talk topic if I simply say I am disabled. They must be told an occupation, and will start asking about family members to get one.)
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Monday, May 30, 2005
Our Sheltie Has Recovered Nicely
He whimpered, and looked at me expectantly. I saw that coming days ago. He got a lot of extra attention for whimpering. I just looked at him and said, "Oh, I don't think so!" I went and got him his normal treat.
I learned in reading about dogs that it is very important that they participate in meals. As pack animals, they share the kill. There is some order of dominance in the feeding, but even the lowliest little runt is given something. That's because the pack needs every member. If you finish eating, and your dog gets nothing, it will feel profoundly rejected, and even resentful.
To balance our dog's health problems with his social needs, we have established a routine of giving him a hypo-allergenic biscuit when we are done eating. It works! He takes it happily, and seems satisfied with the arrangement.
We need to get him groomed. He's been a bit overdue, anyway. He did soil himself again, so I took scissors to anything that could get soiled in the future. Now he is shedding clumps of undercoat from his hindquarters. He seemed to like the trimming, though. It's starting to warm-up a bit here in the South.
Thanks for all your concern and support! It means a lot to us!
Our daughter and I spent hours in pet stores, reading the labels of dog treats, to no avail! We found this extremely funny, as we NEVER read labels in the grocery store, and here we were, label reading in the pet store!
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