Mar. 15th, 2005

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Update on Jimmy, our white shepard from the last locked entry: nothing. I've emailed and called about seven different people, from trainers to shepard rescue, and so far, no one's got the time or resources for him. I've got a few options, and I won't give up on him. Jimmy isn't my responsibility, not exactly. I didn't abandon him, I didn't foist him on Rob. All I've tried to do is help him. But in a way he is my responsibility, because Jimmy trusts me and I don't want to let him down.

I took bunches of videos of him today, so that maybe I can send them to someone to guage his behavior. I've also been in touch with other dog behaviorists as well, one of whom specializes in fear aggression. Which could be great it we had unlimited time with Jimmy. But I'm still going to give it a whirl. Honestly, I'm pretty sure that if we spent all this money and time on Jimmy, our boss won't let it be in vain. That's what I think, anyway.

In other news, I took Pendragon to work today for a two week checkup on his tail. Rob says that there's still plenty bloodflow down there, and give him two more weeks on Baytril; he assures me that Baytril is safe for his system. Pendragon was pissed. He was in the carrier for hours. When I brought him home and put him back in his sunroom with his breakfast all ready (thanks, Mom!) he stomped around for a while and threw his food around. Then he settled down and ate some, and basked in the sun.

Today this guy brought in a tegu with two tails, I kid you not, and this awesomely beautiful snake that had abcesses under its scales. I wish I could remember the kind of snake it was. My Mom might remember; it just so happened that she was bringing her cat, Max, in for followup bloodwork (he's hypothyroid,) and she ended up talking to the guy. The snake was so lovely, pure black at first glance, and blue/green/indigo/violet/red in the light. Really amazing. I held him for his surgery (too risky to anesthetize something delicate like that) and I felt so badly for him. Obviously, snakes feel these things like this just like you or I would. I very much hope that at least his abcesses will get better and then he can forget it ever happened. I have a soft spot for snakes; I find their faces incredibly cute and lovely. Well, I like reptile faces as a rule.

The guy who brought these animals in also came to look at Pendragon. This is a guy who works with many reptiles and has had many iguanas over the years. He saw Pendragon in his carrier and said, "Wow, he's beautiful." (Meanwhile there's Pendragon, tail and chin all beat up, getting his hatchet mode on and hissing at this stranger in his face.) He said, "What kind of iguana is that?" I told him Pendragon is just a GGI, a regular giant green. He said, "No way is he a green." I told him he was, he just looked orange at the time because he was pissed off and in season. The guy says, "I've seen huge male greens before, and they never have spikes this high. What is he?" I'm like, "Dude, GGI. Honest." However, I get this a lot from lizard people: Pendragon must be different, or something unfamiliar or unheard of, because of the size of his spikes and his subtympanums. (They are the biggest anyone I've spoken to has ever seen on any ig, and are irridiscent light blue.) The guy was really nice, though; we talked a long time about living with reptiles. There are a few more iguana people who come in, and one woman who's as dedicated to hers as I am to Pendragon. We always compare battle stories. ;) "Mine leapt off the cage at my face!" "Mine did the same to me the other night!" This lady, though, has had stitches in her face from her ig. Iguana bite, for those who might be familiar with the idea. Hatchet mode

One of my favorite pages on iguana body language. Which makes most owners just giggle, because they've seen all of this at some point. By the way, Pendragon shudder bobs at me from November to March, about every five minutes. Though I have to say, I've never seen him dig in his cage.

It occurred to me earlier, as I was writing all of these pleas and vindications for Jimmy to various shep rescue people etc, that my life is kind of dominated by neurotic animals. There's Pendragon, perpetually pissy and hissy; Trisky, chilly and neurotic, dislikes strangers and even some people she knows; Sano, full-on fearful, either cowering and peeing in the corner, or barking with his hackles up if he feels he's at a safe enough distance; and three little birds, two wild and unreleasable, one fairly tame and unreleasable but still skittish. I don't seem to have any animals around me who love people, or even like people...or actually even tolerate them that well. I wonder why that is. And at work I seem to be able to get close to schizy, bitey dogs when no one else wants to try. Most of the time all they need is for you to move slowly and give them a chance to get to know you. (Cats, however, I still can't get near. Even some cats who are normally nice will decide they want to growl at me. Then, I don't even try messing with them. I'd rather get bitten by a dog than a cat.)

If my life was an episode of Pet Shop Of Horrors (kind of fitting, really,) Pendragon would be this badass rainforest god, Sano would be a horny teenage street urchin spirit who used to steal food, and Trisky would be an Arabian princess. And only Could D could see them in their true forms. ^_~;; Fangirl? Me? Surely you jest.

Speaking of, House is on tonight. Dang, it's going to be intense.
la_belle_laide: (D)
Update on Jimmy, our white shepard from the last locked entry: nothing. I've emailed and called about seven different people, from trainers to shepard rescue, and so far, no one's got the time or resources for him. I've got a few options, and I won't give up on him. Jimmy isn't my responsibility, not exactly. I didn't abandon him, I didn't foist him on Rob. All I've tried to do is help him. But in a way he is my responsibility, because Jimmy trusts me and I don't want to let him down.

I took bunches of videos of him today, so that maybe I can send them to someone to guage his behavior. I've also been in touch with other dog behaviorists as well, one of whom specializes in fear aggression. Which could be great it we had unlimited time with Jimmy. But I'm still going to give it a whirl. Honestly, I'm pretty sure that if we spent all this money and time on Jimmy, our boss won't let it be in vain. That's what I think, anyway.

In other news, I took Pendragon to work today for a two week checkup on his tail. Rob says that there's still plenty bloodflow down there, and give him two more weeks on Baytril; he assures me that Baytril is safe for his system. Pendragon was pissed. He was in the carrier for hours. When I brought him home and put him back in his sunroom with his breakfast all ready (thanks, Mom!) he stomped around for a while and threw his food around. Then he settled down and ate some, and basked in the sun.

Today this guy brought in a tegu with two tails, I kid you not, and this awesomely beautiful snake that had abcesses under its scales. I wish I could remember the kind of snake it was. My Mom might remember; it just so happened that she was bringing her cat, Max, in for followup bloodwork (he's hypothyroid,) and she ended up talking to the guy. The snake was so lovely, pure black at first glance, and blue/green/indigo/violet/red in the light. Really amazing. I held him for his surgery (too risky to anesthetize something delicate like that) and I felt so badly for him. Obviously, snakes feel these things like this just like you or I would. I very much hope that at least his abcesses will get better and then he can forget it ever happened. I have a soft spot for snakes; I find their faces incredibly cute and lovely. Well, I like reptile faces as a rule.

The guy who brought these animals in also came to look at Pendragon. This is a guy who works with many reptiles and has had many iguanas over the years. He saw Pendragon in his carrier and said, "Wow, he's beautiful." (Meanwhile there's Pendragon, tail and chin all beat up, getting his hatchet mode on and hissing at this stranger in his face.) He said, "What kind of iguana is that?" I told him Pendragon is just a GGI, a regular giant green. He said, "No way is he a green." I told him he was, he just looked orange at the time because he was pissed off and in season. The guy says, "I've seen huge male greens before, and they never have spikes this high. What is he?" I'm like, "Dude, GGI. Honest." However, I get this a lot from lizard people: Pendragon must be different, or something unfamiliar or unheard of, because of the size of his spikes and his subtympanums. (They are the biggest anyone I've spoken to has ever seen on any ig, and are irridiscent light blue.) The guy was really nice, though; we talked a long time about living with reptiles. There are a few more iguana people who come in, and one woman who's as dedicated to hers as I am to Pendragon. We always compare battle stories. ;) "Mine leapt off the cage at my face!" "Mine did the same to me the other night!" This lady, though, has had stitches in her face from her ig. Iguana bite, for those who might be familiar with the idea. Hatchet mode

One of my favorite pages on iguana body language. Which makes most owners just giggle, because they've seen all of this at some point. By the way, Pendragon shudder bobs at me from November to March, about every five minutes. Though I have to say, I've never seen him dig in his cage.

It occurred to me earlier, as I was writing all of these pleas and vindications for Jimmy to various shep rescue people etc, that my life is kind of dominated by neurotic animals. There's Pendragon, perpetually pissy and hissy; Trisky, chilly and neurotic, dislikes strangers and even some people she knows; Sano, full-on fearful, either cowering and peeing in the corner, or barking with his hackles up if he feels he's at a safe enough distance; and three little birds, two wild and unreleasable, one fairly tame and unreleasable but still skittish. I don't seem to have any animals around me who love people, or even like people...or actually even tolerate them that well. I wonder why that is. And at work I seem to be able to get close to schizy, bitey dogs when no one else wants to try. Most of the time all they need is for you to move slowly and give them a chance to get to know you. (Cats, however, I still can't get near. Even some cats who are normally nice will decide they want to growl at me. Then, I don't even try messing with them. I'd rather get bitten by a dog than a cat.)

If my life was an episode of Pet Shop Of Horrors (kind of fitting, really,) Pendragon would be this badass rainforest god, Sano would be a horny teenage street urchin spirit who used to steal food, and Trisky would be an Arabian princess. And only Could D could see them in their true forms. ^_~;; Fangirl? Me? Surely you jest.

Speaking of, House is on tonight. Dang, it's going to be intense.

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