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TeeHeeHee Posted Today, 12:12am
  Continuing with Dylan's Story ...

I mentioned him falling into an almost unconcious state two weeks ago on Satyrday and that we had his blood tested on appointment last Monday with the results being giving to us on the Thursday of last week ...
His blood tests gave a positive for... Dirofilaria_immitis ... or ...

HEARTWORMS ...


and this is where they begin ...

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This is not only a fatal disease on its own but the treatment is also, dependent on the aadvanced stae of the heartworms, fatal.Unlike worms in the dog's intestines which pass with the stools when killed, These worms are not passed in that way because they, when killed, move with the blood circulation. If the dog's immune system cannot break them down quick and small enough they@ll cause embolism in the dog's veins leading to great pain and heart attack.

The cycle:


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The eggs are introduced into the skin infecting the dog. They then hatch on their way to the bloodstream where another mosquito may pick up the larvae from the blood stream when it bites an already infected dog.
Now they reach stage L3 while back in another mosquito host and develope from larvae to micro worms which are injected into an other unaware dog host at stage L4.
From there micro worms make their way to the heart and lungs where they nest until they are matyre adults, females reaching 12" and males 8" after nine months.


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Like something out of a horror film akin to "Alien"


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... except this isn't SciFi but the reality of how a young dog's happy end can be devastated by one of those `
...creatures great and small'

We have Dylan the Vilain booked into a clinic a half hour drive from us and it's Thursday 21st inst. There he will undergo ultrasonic imageing and we'll see just how advanced these creatures are. His recent blood test showed no larvea so that isperhaps a good sign, indicating no females, but the test showed enzymes that only the female produces ( like a perfumed lady walking through a room leaves a scent behind) so perhaps the have not reached maturity.
We'll just hope that the clinics instruments are stae-of-the-art.

Are any of tou familiar with this disease?
I'd never heard of anything like this untill last week.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirofilaria_immitis
TeeHeeHee Posted Y'day, 12:24pm
  laugh.gif Poor Damon has to go through this as well.
Sometimees Dylan tries to `mount' him ( whether he fancies Damon or not, I'm not sure) and when we had Gunter again a few weeks ago he too fancied Damon.
The interesting thing regarding the strong friendship between Dylan and Damon, who are the same age, is that when they are `play fighting' which I see as `combat training', Dylan sometimes gets up ontp Damon's back to throw him over.
Dylan is the only dog who gets away with this.
In doggie parlance that is domination and Damon will allow no dog to dominate him.
It's for this reason that I understand their `play' to be practice for when they ever meet Max the African Ridgeback again cool.gif
taurus Posted Y'day, 05:03am
  a man walked down our street every morning with his 2 German Shepherds (cross) a he and a she. Our Tiger wanted to make the she his one true love but the he had other ideas,so from then on we had to keep Tiger away and safe from the boy dog. we thought he had an aversion to shepherds,but another man had the most beautiful shepherd which he walked every day over the headland. This big dog had a fancy for our wee dog,"Ben" ,a bloke,who thought our wee dog might be a nice mate in the biblical sense ! he came home evry day with blonde hairs on his back,we laughed and said to the owner why don`t you get Ben desexed,he said he was done years ago. Not a succesfull op obviously.
TeeHeeHee Posted Y'day, 12:40am
  Dylan's Story: .. continuation

On the completion of his first year, on the Saturday 5th October, at 3 1/2 years old, Mary had finished editing this video which she'd put together to celebratye Dylan the Vilain's new life with his new found home, his best friend Damon the Demon (the Huskey) and ... having bread with butter on it. laugh.gif

when he was in the shelter run by a lovely lady called Mirela Mia, her husband would bring baskets of bread end-crusts which the dogs would polish away in no time at all. So when Dylan came to us we always gave him the end of a fresh bread loaf which we'd started and he'd take it to his rug in the living room and eat it there - until I gave him the crusts from the bread I'd been eating and he discovered ... BUTTER

Now if there's no butter on his crust he spits it out at my feet until I butter it then he takes it to his rug laugh.gif

https://youtu.be/1qesBkApfP4

Dylan has played in the River Rhine, been through the Woves Canyon in the Kandertal valley, followed deer trails on the Tullinger mountain a 10 minute walk from the house. He has chased, unsucessfully, after crows and run with deer in the local fields 5 minutes from here: he is from herder stock.
He runs like a whippet for short 50 meter bursts slowing down to a trot before galloping back to me when I call him.
He met Damon, a neighbour's dog (with whom he'll share a food dish together and a water dish together although Damon is the bigger by 50% mass) as a result of both of them being attacked seperatly within 3 days of each other by an uncontrollable African Ridgeback which had Dylan by the throat till I managed to prise its jaws loose. Three days later it had Damon's face in its mouth leaving him with a few scars.
I'm not sure how dogs communicate with each other but since then they have formed atwo dog pack and really do practice fighting tactics. Damon taught Dylan how to go for the hind legs which he practices often. The next time they saw the Ridgebackk they were virtually shoulder to shoulder facing him off as he came to them with full throttle from two fields away but we humans took control of the situation before one of our dogs, game as they were, got seriously hurt: I held them both back while Damon's pappa ran to the Ridgeback hurtling rocks and scoring a couple of times.

We all agreed that both dogs, especially Dylan the Vilain, were full of life but in Dylan's case that became the understatement of the year.

The week before we celebrated his first year we took Dylan to the vet to get his jabs up to date, rabies etc.
He aslso got a worm-cure tablet to be administerd 2 days after the jabs. When we gave him his tablet on that Saturday morning he later threw up in 5 places across the living room carpet. I put him into the garden while I cleaned up but he wasn't looking in any good shape.
We put it down tom a reaction to the jabs coupled with the tablet.
Later, Jasmin, our neighbour, and her daughter came to pick Dylan up to take hoim to the fields with Damon: these two girls absolutely dote on Dylan, who reciprocates with fervour.
I told them that Dylan wasn't feeling to good and why and we agreed if he wasn't up to an hour's fun with Damon the girls would bring him back.

Shortly after, Jasmin rang me to say that Dylan had lain down, lifeless; on the ground by the mais field and she'd try to cvarry him back.
At 21.7 kilograms that's a bit of weight to struggle with when you're holding it in you're arms but in spite of being told to wait till I got there the brave Jasmin did try. She managed twice 50 meters and putting him down again then she saw me.With her help I got Dylan across my shoulders and we headed home.
We took him to a vet on weekend service but she couldn't give us a diagnosis but agreed the tablet might have been the cause. Another couple of injections and he seemed OK again, which was a big relief to us all but we still didn't know why he'd reacted so badly.
On the mMonday we took him to our own regular vet for blood testing.
The reults came last Thursday - so three days ago.

To repeat the understatement, Dylan is full of life ... and it's all in that great little heart of his.


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wombat Posted Y'day, 12:30am
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wombat Posted 13th Oct 2019, 09:53pm
  huh.gif "spoiled brat"indeed tut tut, "hey wombat"another cushion please tongue.gif
taurus Posted 13th Oct 2019, 09:09pm
  loved reading about your pets,and seeing Wombats "spoiled brat " ,I love dogs,I always said if all the people in the world were like my beautiful Staffie (dead years ago),there would be no wars. Live and let live,said Tiger,unless you were a cat ! biggrin.gif
wombat Posted 13th Oct 2019, 08:14pm
  tongue.gif meanwhile back in oz laugh.gif
TeeHeeHee Posted 13th Oct 2019, 07:41pm
  Shortly before Christmas last year we said goodby to Bonnie.
She'd had a good run and had given me years of `adventure' learning all the local Black Forest mountains and their many paths, log cabins and BBQ fireplaces; much to the delight of family and friends who come over to holiday from the aaauk.
We knew her time was running short, she suffered incontinence, had three strokes and near the end had dementia: her owners brought her out to me in the back of their car and she had no idea who I was ... until after I'd beeen cuddling her for 5 minutes I guess her sensory perception kicked in again and she showed me that the penny had dropped and she recognised me by nuzzling me in her usual fashion.

Months before Bonnie died (at sleep on her rug at home) Mary was looking through facebook animal shelter sites to see what she could find to adopt. We'd never had a dog of our own in the years we've been together because we'd always had cats and some of them were not `dog friendly' - especially our `Old Maus; who'd had the tenacity to attack Laika and Benny when I first brought them both into Mary's yard. I'd never known a cat before which would simply take on two German Shepherds without fear and with no thought of the consequence: but the Maus, who lived to be 25 years old, was one of the very first of the domestic breed of the Norwegian Forest cat, so his genes were still strictly unmixed.

Mary found a wee dog called ... DYLAN ...I know: don't remind me rolleyes.gif ) and this wa the image she saw:-

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Mary fell in love with a Rumanian rescue dog ... but I wanted a bigger animal than that; a Shepherd.
Those of you in love with a beautiful woman know the rules: We chose Dylan to be our dog.
Which was a wise decision because this little dog, we found out by research, is a Carpartan Shepherd mix which lends to his high intelligence ... but the `mix' made him 20cm shorter.

We later found the girl who first found Dylan; 250 km from the shelter to which he was eventually taken (and learned the story of why) These were the first pictures she had made of him where she found him ...


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After a while and during his new life with us we found out so much that added to his history encouraging Mary put it all together in a small video to celebrate his first full year with us on 6th October 2019 which we send to the people who found him, cared for him, gave him shelter and helped us give him his firdt and last permanent home.

... to be cont.


TeeHeeHee Posted 19th Sep 2017, 05:09am
  I was surprised on Sunday when I did a search of the side garden. I figured if I had my own dog I'd install a sand box and teach him to use that. Bonnie's daddy, the other Detlef, said that the only trouble with that is that they'll be looking for sand to do it in when they're out anywhere and the only other sand I know around here is on the Rhein tongue.gif
Talking of Bonnie, Mary and I dropped her car of last night for that Detlef to get it's MOT done today. Bonnie was surprised to see me and went mad asusual but when we left to get ino my car and closed their garden gate behind us leaving Bonnie on the other side ... I've genuinly never seen a dog's face show pure disappointment before now but I saw it there.
You learn something every day.
Mind you, I've never before given Bonnie grounds to be disappointed ... She probably thought: Was that it? No chicken!
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