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These links may be helpful in finding your pet:
and Found Pet Network (on Facebook)
and Found Pet Network (on Facebook)(Reasonably high success rate)
Arkansas Lost and Found Pets (on Facebook) (Reasonably high success rate)
Also, be sure to post announcements and check bulletin boards in:
Remember that your animal may have been picked up by someone who lives an hour or more away. Check the classifieds and bulletin boards in local communities if possible.
For instance, this beagle was found at an Arkansas rest stop, and taken to Tennessee.
The post by Kathy Woods (on Arkansas Lost and Found Pets, August 13, 2012) reads:
This female beagle was found at a reststop in AR. She was taken to TN to and is at a Humane Society now. We are trying to locate her orginal owners if possible. Please contact Kathy at 501.993.0440 if you know who this sweet girl belongs to.
I am just learning to use the video option on my camera. Of course, “my kids” are my stars. :-)
Last week, I wasn’t sure whether Betty enjoyed dog school or not. Most of the time, her face was non-committal. She whined and wagged her tail at the other dogs, and seemed annoyed at having to work when there was so much potential fun just a few feet in either direction.
Yesterday, In preparation for class, I pulled out the cooler. In it I placed cold packs and Zip-loc bags of cooked chicken, microwaved hotdog slices, and chips of sharp cheese. Also a couple of bottles of cold water and a folding dog bowl. And Betty knew. She started grinning and pacing; poking the leash (on a shelf by the door) with her nose.
This time, she was able to focus on her work, and spent much of the time looking up at me with a smile on her face.
During the last class, she was hesitant to be around the instructor, but this time greeted her as though she was a good friend. And she was calm enough with the other dogs that she was able to make a few acquaintances.
One mom seemed unsure whether or not to allow her dog near mine, when Betty started wheezing. Sometimes, especially when she’s laying on her back or if she becomes excited, Betty sucks back saliva and it starts a spasm that can go on for some time. I’ve found that rubbing the fur behind her shoulder blades and over her neck forward, while rubbing her chest backwards helps her to relax, and that stops the spasms.
At the end of the class, we started doing stays and short recalls (you invite your dog to come). Betty sat in a stay, her chest poked out. I called and she trotted to me, sat in front of me, and looked me in the eye.
“Wow,” said one woman told me, “That was really good. Your dog is amazing!”
I think Betty’s amazing too – one of the smartest dogs we’ve had – but told the woman that I’d trained two dogs before. “I’m not an expert, but I’ve been working with her at home.”
It was also the first time that Ronnie has been left alone in the house with the cat for any length of time. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He does like to pull the tablecloth onto the floor. We’ve tried to train him away from this by booby-trapping the table, setting several plastic cups of ice water along the table’s edge to surprise him when they fall. But so far, he’s been too smart to fall for it.
He also likes to pull socks from the drying rack and scatter then around the living room, and to tear up newspaper. He tore he cover from one of my husband’s books, and there’s a comforter that’s gradually becoming de-stuffed. But we’ve been working on correcting these problems, and at some point, you have to hope for the best and give the dog a chance to succeed.
Before I left, I filled a Kong toy with cookies, and gave him a rawhide, hoping these would entertain him. And when I came back, everything was in its place. Once I check the rooms, if I find everything is where it should be, I look at him and say, “Were you a good boy while I was gone?” He jumps onto my legs, wagging his tail.
Today I have to run to the grocery store. I was hoping that I’d be able to leave “the kids” loose in the house together, but it’s not going to happen.
I’m finding that Betty plays to rough and takes advantage of Ronnie, who seems to have a sizable crush on her. Betty didn’t have siblings to play with when she was growing up. And she quickly grew larger than her two companions, a cocker spaniel and a pug. So there was no one to correct her if play became too intense. So now I’m having to act as mamma dog and step in when necessary.
Within a few weeks, I’m sure she’ll play more calmly. I once had another dog that had never learned how to play, and had to teach him appropriate behavior. So I know it can be done.
And I can’t just put Ronnie in another room yet. He’s tried to chew a sneaker, and this morning a table leg. He’s a bit of thief too, and tries to steal anything laying on a table.
Time to pull out the large dog crate in the garage.