The zookeepers at the Central Park Zoo trained Miss Betty the grizzly bear to stick her paw out so they can trim her gigantasauric claws.
How cute is Betty! She can crush a bowling ball in her jaws, but so what, she’s so cute I could eat her up.
Yoga. Jiu Jitsu. Moving 3-dimensionally.
Cats twist their body in ways we can’t even begin to do.
Cats use extreme flexibility to get the upper paw.
If I’m thinking like a human, two-dimensionally, I’m not going to get those claws trimmed.
The cat is not a piece of paper or a brick. The cat is more like air flowing and shifting shape.
May the force be with you, grasshopper!
“Honey also has antibacterial properties through four mechanisms: it lowers the wound’s water content (i.e. it increases its osmolarity); it is highly acidic (pH 3.6-4.5); it attracts macrophages; and it is a substrate for ongoing production of a very low concentration of hydrogen peroxide (H202), which kills bacteria.”
“Like honey, sugar deodorizes the wound, decreases edema, attracts macrophages, speeds up debridement and forms a protective layer.”
Even if the salon groomer knows what they’re doing, the bather might be clueless. Want to see how hot a cage can get after just a few minutes of drying the wrong way? How’d you like to sit in a 100 degree metal cage with a wind tunnel of hot air blowing at you and loud noise to complete the picture of hell? Add in the sound of dogs barking and you’ve got a nightmare scenario.
A groomer named Debi Hilley did a test to see how hot cages get when a dryer is directed at them.
Look at her video to see the frightening results.
I hand dry, which means I don’t put the cat in a cage.
To clarify, I’m not saying all or even many salon groomers do what the video shows. Knowledgable groomers would never cage dry that way.
Veterinarians, stop playing games with us. We love you for your hard work, dedication, and eagerness to look at fecal samples, but please, stop it.
Cat owners see through the ruse. Annual vaccinations for an adult cat who has never seen a tree up close, let alone set a paw outside the door of an apartment building? Annual vax’s for an adult cat who will never in her life meet another cat, let alone face a rabid raccoon?
I’m not a hater. I don’t think veterinarians do this out of greed. I know some veterinarians who are GREAT! My theory is that some vets trot out the annual vax story because cat owners don’t want to bring their cat in for a check up. The vet figures the annual vaccination rule at least gives her a chance to look at the cat. Cats hide pain. Love can be blind. Love won’t always see hair loss, bulging bellies, red ears, red eyes, ingrown claws, bulbous lumps under the skin . . . The vet will see what you don’t want to admit is happening. He’ll say, “You know, your cat weighs 21 pounds and can’t walk more than two feet.” He’ll say, “You tell me your cat is drinking water like it’s going out of style. She might be diabetic. We can get her on insulin.”
If we take our cats to the vet for check ups every so often, vets won’t feel they need to tell stories to get us in the door.
I like this article about trends in vaccinations in the Veterinary Practice News.
I love education. Seminars, online courses, mentors, books. I eat them up.
So I get why a groomer or aspiring groomer wants to go to a school, take classes, and have something to show for that effort and that money. Good for them for wanting to learn.
But is someone who successfully completed a 10 day school session a master of anything?
Here’s what I think it takes to be a master —
Practice, practice, practice. Years and years of practice.
Progression through stages of skill, from beginner all the way to expert.
My guess is that most real “Masters” don’t tell people that they’re masters. They don’t NEED to tell anyone because they stand so far above everyone else that you’d have to be blind not to notice.
I like charming people. People who are charming are charming. Smiling faces, a sense of humor, warmth . . . all good stuff.
Every groomer in the world and every veterinarian in the world and every doggy daycare owner in the world will say, “I love animals! They’re my passion!” They’ll say it with a smile.
And yet . . . you know about the groomer who accidentally put a strange dog in a cage with a scared cat. You know about the veterinarian who filed fake health certificates to help his wife run her pet store. You know about the hoarders and cheaters and keepers of filthy kennels.
Words are words. I’m a “show me” person. Show me and let me be the one who decides if you love animals.
Say it don’t spray it.