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  • Change in behavior
  • Muscle atrophy
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Posts Tagged ‘Saint Bernard’

Bacon and Dogs

Monday, September 23rd, 2013

Bacon and dogs go together like a …well, like a horse and carriage!

“I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post, which any human power can give.” -Thomas Jefferson

Oh yum, yum – I know what that man meant! Bacon and dogs are just the perfect combination…that is if you’re a dog. Bacon, that most wonderful of foods, had to have been designed especially for a dog like me. There is something about bacon that is just irresistible to me – and also to my friends who love to come over for a bacon breakfast every Monday after my master leaves for work.

Is it the way the bacon sizzles in the pan, or that hunger-pang inducing aroma that fills my nostrils when the bacon hits the heat? Whatever it is, one thing is for sure: I love bacon! I admit it’s more than love – I have a passion for bacon. Bacon was meant to fit nicely between my teeth and find its way down into my hungry stomach.

But cooking those strips of bacon is not as easy as you would think. I’m all paws when it comes to fetching the skillet, turning on the stove, and hardest of all, getting that darn bacon package open. Good thing my teeth are sharp or I’d probably never get the bacon opened.

Getting the strips into the frying pan and then getting them out when they’re done – and not burning my tender paws in the process – is a real feat. In fact, only my friend Daisy and I are able to cook the bacon. The other guys and girls just sit around on the floor, drooling over the smell of the bacon sizzling in the skillet.

Sourdough, our Saint Bernard friend, likes to lie on his back and toss a hot bacon strip from paw to paw, finally springing his gigantic head up and grabbing the bacon strip between his monstrous teeth. Not very couth but he doesn’t care. Gloria, our prima donna Shih Tzu, always eats her bacon delicately, biting off small pieces and slowly chewing until there’s nothing left but a trace of grease on her mouth. Gloria likes to brag that she was named after a famous actress who lived on a street called Sunset Boulevard, wherever that is.

I used to hate having Wheezer, a German Shepard mix, come for our Monday bacon breakfast because he’d gobble down his strips as fast as he could and 20 minutes later he’d have the worst smelling flatulence you could imagine. We kept suggesting that he have his master order Winston’s Digest All for his gas problem. Finally Wheezer started taking the Digest All and now there’s no more unbearable odors coming from him. We no longer have to avoid him after our bacon feasts. Winston’s Digest All seems to have handled Wheezer’s gas, his bloating and flatulence, plus he’s actually lost some of the flab that made him look a little roly-poly.

Now for you dogs out there who don’t have a great deal of experience in the kitchen, I’ll give you some lessons on bacon preparation. Bacon and dogs are a perfect match but if you’re a dog you have to know the right way to prepare bacon. Pan frying is the best way to cook bacon and it always turns out to be a wonderfully crisp, flavorful treat we all love. It takes some time to learn how to handle a skillet, turn the stove on and off, and get the bacon in and out of the skillet. But when the end result is so delicious like bacon is, it doesn’t matter how many tries it takes before you can handle the whole job.

The Classic Pan Fry is bacon the way it should be cooked: on the stove and in its own grease. You need to use a large flat frying pan and lay out the bacon strips in the pan so that they don’t overlap. Cooking only one or two slices at a time can cause problems because there won’t be enough bacon to fill all the hungry stomachs eagerly awaiting the yummy, greasy strips. But if you overlap the bacon strips, part of some won’t get cooked, and those don’t taste anywhere near as good as the crispy ones.

Please don’t throw cold bacon into a hot pan that’s been heating on the stove. I can tell you from my own unfortunate experience – you don’t want to do that. Hot grease burns right through your fur! Set your bacon out for several minutes before you cook it. That lets the fat loosen up a bit and makes the final cooked strips taste even better. When you’re ready to cook, place the bacon in a room temperature pan and then place it over medium heat. This allows the bacon to gradually take on the heat and cook more evenly and avoids the scorching that results from dropping the bacon into a pan on high heat. Once the bacon begins to sizzle, you’ll feel like you’re in dog heaven.

If you don’t have the twenty minutes it takes to slowly cook the bacon, you can use a microwave. I’ve watched my master make bacon that way but I played around with it once when he wasn’t home and I could never get those buttons to work. My paws, small and masculine as they may be, just can’t manage to hit only one button at a time, no matter how hard I try.

The bottom line is – nothing tastes as good to dogs as freshly cooked bacon. If you’re forced to eat that crappy kibble stuff that comes in those giant bags, then instead of forcing yourself to eat all of it, hide some under the rug or a chair and pretend you ate it all. Then when your master isn’t home, get out that skillet and go to work. Paradise awaits!

Hip Dysplasia in Saint Bernards

Monday, December 5th, 2011


Saint Bernard dogs are powerful, proportionately tall, strong and muscular, big boned and deep chested, and for these reasons you would think that hip dysplasia in Saint Bernards would be something that never occurs.

Known as the giant dogs that rescue people in the Swiss Alps, Saint Bernards are much loved as gentle family dogs with big hearts and friendly temperaments.

Before you decide to bring one into your family you should be aware that they require as much love and devotion as they give in return. Their size alone dictates the need for basic manners and early obedience training. The fact that they can rest their heads on something as tall as your kitchen table requires that they be taught their limits.

Although they love to be with the family children, their sheer size requires close supervision. They would never intentionally harm a small child but a huge paw or strong tail can accidentally knock a child over. They are enthusiastic participants in any family activity, and will sulk if not included. They seldom bark without good reason, making them good watchdogs and protectors of their family, but they should never be considered guard dogs.

Despite their large size and tendency to physically grow very quickly, Saint Bernards generally are slow to mature mentally, and their training should be undertaken with a gentle but firm hand, and a good deal of patience and consistency. A well-trained Saint is a wonderful dog to have and they love to please their human owners.

Because they are slow to mature, Saints should not be pushed too rapidly into formal and serious training. Their giant sized bones don’t finish growing until they are two years of age. Activities as simple as jumping in and out of an SUV or pickup truck can permanently damage their soft bones. For this reason, a Saint Bernard should not be pushed into jumping or pulling heavy loads before two years of age.

Saint Bernard puppies grow at a phenomenal rate during the first year of life, increasing in size an average of three pounds per week. They eat somewhere between 6 and 12 cups of dog food per day. They should never be fed high protein puppy food, but instead should be fed an adult formula containing 22-26% protein. Puppy foods containing too much protein can cause the fast growing puppy to grown even faster, and subject it to any number of bone problems.

A Saint Bernard will not “eat you out of house and home.” Saint Bernards can be raised and maintained on the same amount of food required for other large breeds. Since they are basically placid dogs, they generally require less food per pound of body weight than most smaller, more active breeds.

Because of their large size, hip dysplasia is a problem in Saint Bernards. Hip Dysplasia is an abnormal development of the hip causing excessive wear of the joint cartilage during weight bearing, eventually leading to the development of arthritis, often called degenerative joint disease or osteoarthritis.

Some of the symptoms and signs of hip dysplasia are:
Moving more slowly
Difficulty getting up and lying down
Weight shift to another leg
Personality change
Reluctance to walk, jump or play
Refusing to use stairs or get in the car
Change in appetite
Change in behavior
Muscle atrophy
Yelping when touched
Limping

Winston’s Joint System has a history of successful treatment of Saint Bernards suffering from hip dysplasia and arthritis. Winston’s is a combination of three natural whole food supplements developed by a Naturopathic Doctor for his own dog. It contains no drugs and has no side-effects because it’s just good whole food.

Winston’s Joint System provides many of the raw materials essential for the synthesis of the joint-lubricating synovial fluid as well as the repair of articular cartilage and connective tissue. Within the first 30 days of treatment, dogs on Winston’s Joint System show noticeable and often remarkable improvement.

If you’re the proud owner of a noble Saint Bernard and your dog is displaying signs or symptoms of hip dysplasia, see your vet as soon as possible and get a complete examination. Discovering this disease in its early stages and putting your Saint on a regimen of Winston’s Joint System can mean a longer, happier, pain-free life for your pet.

Dogs and Monsters on Halloween

Friday, October 29th, 2010


The sight of kids dressed as monsters on Halloween can be a scary sight to smaller children. Some bigger brothers and sisters like to scare the pants off their younger siblings with scary stories of dogs and monsters. Stories like this one:

The old woman lived alone in a small, rustic log cabin, deep in the Blueridge Mountains. She had lived there for more than 45 years with her husband, and after his passing she continued living alone in the same cabin for 10 more years. She wasn’t really alone though, as she had her loving and faithful companion, a huge Saint Bernard that had wandered into her yard some 4 years ago and refused to leave.

No one ever came looking for the dog so she decided it was meant to be and set about to make the cabin comfortable for both of them. She built the dog a bed on the floor, made from logs she had chopped herself, and gave him a couple of old blankets that had holes in them, but were much appreciated by the dog.

After a couple weeks of the dog being a standard fixture around the cabin, and it also being abundantly clear that no one was going to come and claim him, she decided to call the dog ‘Rufus Junior’, after her dead husband, Rufus.

The two of them enjoyed living in the cabin with no radio and no TV. The old woman had never heard the words “cell phone”, and any reference to Xbox and Playstation would have meant nothing but gibberish to her. She didn’t text, IM, or chat. She had no Facebook account, had never seen any video – let alone those on YouTube, and she had never even heard of the internet; but if she had, she probably would have thought the world wide web had something to do with large spiders. She had almost no contact with anyone else, preferring to raise her own vegetables and chickens to provide for her and the dog.

Once every six weeks she and the dog would embark on a long hike down the mountainside to a small store, no bigger than a closet, and buy grains and other things she needed from the deaf old man who ran the store. They never spoke; not even once in all the years she’d been coming to the store. She figured if he couldn’t hear, why bother to talk. She’d point at whatever she needed and usually had a list of what she wanted written on an old handkerchief, which she would carefully wash and dry after each trip to the store.

The dog and the old woman loved each other very much and made great companions. The old woman would sit in her rocking chair every night in front of the roaring fire and knit whatever came to mind. In the past years she had knitted just about every kind of item that could be knitted. Since yarn was so expensive and hard to get, after each piece was finished, she’d display it on the mantel for a few days, then unravel the yarn and use it again for a new project. She’d hold a newly finished piece up for the dog to see, who finally after a year of this, realized he was supposed to respond in some way to her gesture, so he’d give out a little woof-woof and the old woman would pet him and say, “I’m so glad you like it Rufus”.

The dog was very good at comforting the old woman whenever she missed her husband. The dog would see small tears falling down her old, wrinkled cheeks and instinctively knew it was time to comfort the old woman. He would lick her hand and let her know that he was there to protect her.

When it was time for the both of them to go to bed, the dog would lie down on his bed and soon begin snoring. Sometimes their snoring was so deafening that they would wake each other up.

One night, after they had both gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done every night since moving in, the old woman began to snore and Rufus laid his big head down on the blanket. He was about to join her melodic snoring when there was a loud bang on the door to the cabin. It was so sharp and so foreign – after all – no one ever came to the cabin, at least not in the four years he had lived there. The loud bang came again and Rufus looked up at the old woman to see if she was going to investigate the source of the noise but she was fast asleep.

The third time the bang on the door was so hard that it pushed the door completely open, and there stood the most frightening thing Rufus had ever seen. Suddenly a boom of thunder shook the cabin and lightning began to flash, framing the massive shape now standing in the open doorway.

Rufus began whimpering from fright and that made the old woman stir in her sleep. She reached down to pet Rufus as she did every night and then quietly went back to sleep. The frightening figure started walking through the doorway and made its way over to the fireplace. Two bony hands came out from under a tattered old black raincoat and began warming themselves in front of the fire. This was definitely enough to scare Rufus, but what came next nearly scared him right out of his hide. The bony arms drew closer to the fire and Rufus saw that they were attached to NOTHING. Just two shiny, bony arms floating in the air.

Rufus began whimpering louder and louder, hoping to wake the old woman. She stirred again in her sleep and reached down to pet him, but immediately fell back into a deep sleep. Rufus was becoming frantic watching the apparition that seemed to content itself with the fire.

Finally the figure drew its arms back beneath the coat and turned to stare directly at Rufus. Rufus began to shake like a twig in a thunderstorm. The figure began to move closer to the bed where the old woman slept and where Rufus lay shivering next to her.

Bright flashes of lightning lit up the small cabin and Rufus was able to plainly see that this was no human that had invaded their safe little sanctuary. The apparition looked like a monster, at least that’s what Rufus thought it was when he saw its head stitched onto its body and a big spike protruding through its throat. This was the scariest thing Rufus had ever encountered, and instead of barking loudly to scare the intruder away, he was shaking like a leaf and his teeth were chattering a rat-a-tat-tat tune.

The monster continued walking towards the old woman, his boots clanking from the chains wrapped around them. Rufus wet himself with fright and cowered so low he almost disappeared under the bed. If he had been able to, he would have. Or at least headed for the open door and an escape route. But he was frozen stiff, and mesmerized at the same time, as he began to get the sensation that this monster did not come to harm either of them, but somehow was connected to this place.

Just then the old woman woke with a start, looked up and screamed “Rufus!”. Poor Rufus was still so frightened that he couldn’t move to protect his companion. Then the old woman smiled broadly and said, “Rufus, you’ve come back to me.” The monster moved to the side of the bed, held out his bony arms and hugged the old woman as tightly as he could without his arms coming completely off again. It was then that Rufus Junior realized this must be the ghost of the old woman’s husband, the first Rufus. Just when he had gathered enough courage to sit up and say hello to this new arrival, the old Rufus began to slowly fade away until there was nothing left standing by the bed.

The old woman began to softly cry, but not tears of sadness. She looked at Rufus Junior and said, “My dear Rufus, that was my loving and faithful husband, come back from the grave on this Halloween night to be sure I was safe from any witches or goblins that might be roaming the mountains tonight”. Rufus jumped up and licked the old woman all over the face. He was so happy that this Halloween was not his last and that all monsters are not evil.

 
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