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A grey seal pup on a local beach this morning, seperated from it's mother and right in the middle of the beach which dogs have been running free on. This pup was rescued moments later by the BDMLR (I am a member) and transferred to the RSPCA centre at West Hatch, Gweek seal sanctuary hospital was full.
I will hopefully be able to update later how it's doing.
Some pilots called it, "the perfect plane." The Pup was light, basic, and simply simple. "They were tiny little things," says a British pilot, "just big enough for one man and a machine gun." The machine gun was key -- a trusty Vickers gun equipped with a hydraulic synchronizing gear which allowed it to fire through the propeller. With a good weapon and not much else, it was said that, "a Pup could turn twice to an Albatros' once" -- an invaluable trait in a chaotic dogfight. At a time when other Allied aircraft were suffering terrible losses, German flyers would try to avoid getting into a scrap with a Pup.
The Museum's aircraft was built by Carl Swanson of Darien, Wisconsin and is considered to be a masterpiece of replication. It is virtually indistinguishable from the original aircraft -- right down to the Le Rhône 9D, 80-horsepower rotary engine and .303-inch Vickers machine gun.
This photo of Milo & me was taken at Christmastime 2005, our last one together, so it turned out. He was an amazing little dog....
Milo came into our family when he was 7 weeks old. I had no intentions of having a Jack Russell Terrier...I guess because it seemed to be the trendy or typical thing to do if you were an equestrian and I don't usually follow the crowd. My blacksmith told me one day when he was shoeing my horse, that his mother-in-law's JRT was due to have pups soon and he gave me her number to call. Not understanding why he insisted even after I told him I didn't want a pup...I held onto the number anyway.
So of course I called her eventually, when the pups were around 3 weeks old. There were 5 puppies, all of them mostly white with black markings on their heads/faces, except the largest one, who had beautiful caramel markings on his head/face and on his body. I brought my son Josh with me to see the puppies and he actually chose that one pup out of the 5 to be the one we would take, if we should decide to get one. The dogs' owner took note and tentatively held him for us in case we decided to add a JRT to our menagerie. A couple weeks later we went back to visit the pups again and the owner told us that another person wanted the same pup and offered her double the amount of money for him but she had refused the offer because she had been saving him for us. Good thing, because we had already fallen in love with him.
He was originally named "Frasier" by the breeder but Josh and I decided he should be either "Mickey" or "Milo". At that time there had recently been a movie released titled "The Adventures of Milo & Otis" which is how he thought of it, even though it was actually the cat in that film named Milo. It was shortly thereafter that someone brought to our attention the movie "The Mask" that had a JRT named Milo in it. No matter, most of our Milo's movie references were to "Wishbone" anyway. I'd no idea how popular the Jack Russell Terrier breed had become until then.
The next couple of weeks were hard to get through as we waited eagerly for the time to come and bring our new baby home. There, we had 2 horses, a Blue-Tick Coonhound, a cat, a guinea pig, a couple of chinchillas, a bird, and probably some other critters like mice or fish at the time. We always had pets of different sorts. Adding a puppy would surely be a challenge but wouldn't make that much difference in the scheme of things. Or so I thought.
Milo was from the start, a most endearing character. Full of life, personality, sense of humor, charisma, energy, loyalty, and compassion. I'd never known a dog so smart or so tuned in to the people around it before he came along. Our family went through a lot of major life changes during his lifetime. We moved far away from our home state, then again twice more. The kids grew up and left home, and he was with me through my empty nest syndrome. He really was my best friend. Ever the muse, he was the topic of a popular informative entertaining website "Magnificent Milo's Doghouse" for a few years and developed an online presence that brought him a bit of 'celebrity' status in real life dog circles.
When he was 9, he had his first grand mal seizure. I had told our local veterinarian a year prior to this event that Milo seemed to be acting 'off'. His head was tilting to the right, he was oddly twitching occasionally, his gait had become abnormal and he sometimes acted as if he had headaches. The vet didn't believe in my theory that he may have a brain tumor so he ignored it, even after that first seizure occurred. He said that it is highly unusual for a dog to have a brain tumor and that we should just wait it out and not go "chasing zebras".
One day when I was up in Gainesville, Florida to visit my daughter, I had driven by the Veterinary College there and got an idea to call them to ask for advice. I spoke to a neurologist there who after hearing me describe his symptoms for only a minute that she suspected Milo had a meningioma of his right forebrain. She told me that they could do an MRI to find out and if that he did have a meningioma that they could do a procedure called Stereotactic Cyberknife Brain Surgery to treat it. People also get meningiomas and have them treated this way but it was something new to offer it for treatment in animals.
The MRI proved her theory correct and we set him up for the pioneering treatment protocol that had only been used on about 60 animals in the world thus far. He had to go in for a CT scan as well pre treatment to set alignments on the equipment for the Cyberknife surgery. There were no incisions made. The procedure consisted of anesthesia so that Milo would not move during the treatment. The procedure is essentially a series of multiple thin and pointed rays of radiation that aim directly at the center of the tumor so that the radiation does not destroy any healthy, neighboring brain tissue.
Milo was given a timeline of 6 months' to 3 years' extension on his lifespan. He gained 9 more months. Even though meningiomas are not considered malignant, they can cause death because they put pressure on the brain, causing many other problems. A tumor on the meninges (which is the membrane around the brain that holds the cerebrospinal fluid in) grows in a spider legs like fashion which makes it difficult to eradicate completely. The thin extensions (legs) cannot be radiated successfully without damaging the meningeal tissue itself. Therefore, those parts of the tumor remain and enable the tumor to regrow after treatment.
Some patients are good candidates for secondary treatments of meningiomas but Milo was not. Even though he had the surgery, he had to remain on anti seizure meds. He had been on Phenobarbital for over a year to control his seizures and the medicine was taking its toll on his liver. The doctors switched him over to Potassium Bromide as an alternative method to control seizures, but this medicine gets processed through the kidneys. Milo had a mild chronic kidney disease since he was 2 that deteriorated further as he aged. He started on a special diet for his kidneys when he was 8, which helped him tremendously. However, the Potassium Bromide could only be a short term treatment for the seizures because of its ill effect on his kidneys. The only other option for the seizures was going back on Phenobarbital, despite the damage it had done to his liver. My hope is that there will one day be more options for treatment of seizures. Sadly, we ran out of choices for keeping Milo healthy and had to euthanize him during his last, fateful seizure.
Multiple organ failure due to the effects of the tumor as well as the medicines is what essentially claimed his physical being. But, it is his undying presence in spirit that keeps him alive in my heart. I feel so fortunate to have been blessed with him in my life for the time he could be here. He did have some times in his last year when he was not feeling well, but amazingly, considering his circumstances, he led a very active and happy life despite it all. He loved going for rides in the car, the dog parks, playing tennis, doing agility, walking, doing tricks, and having his photo taken. This photo is not the best quality, technically speaking and he wasn't giving his typical 'smile'...... but it is priceless in that Milo insisted on me picking him up to be in the photograph, even though I didn't want to on account of being in a hurry, and my dressy outfit. We were on our way out to see the Imperial Symphony Orchestra in their Christmas production when we decided to quickly snap a few photos of all of us in our fancy attire. I remember telling Milo to 'wait' while we got through the first images and then I caved in to his persistence, swept him up into my arms and got this memorable shot, thankfully.
I say, just enjoy every little aspect that you possibly can of each situation. It is true, you really never know what tomorrow brings. Don't be afraid to love completely, to give unselfishly, to be as true and real as you may be, to abandon your guard courageously, to "feel" honestly, or to be as human as maybe even your own little dog exemplifies. Life, for what it brings is perhaps bittersweet at times, but so worthy of the living! May you all be blessed at some point in your life with a grand friend like Milo :)
Flint the lurcher learns how to text.
Pentax ME Super SLR
Pentax-M 50mm F1.7 prime
Ilford FP4+ 125 b&w 35mm film
One of the all time great aircraft.
Apparently the RFC weren't too keen on the name 'Pup' and decreed that it should be known as the 'Scout'. Which is why everyone know it as the Sopwith Pup!
People United for Pets is an all volunteer, 501(c)(3) registered non-profit organization specializing in small and toy breed dog rescue. We are located in Western Washington State.
Mission Statement
Countless dogs are without homes and in need of assistance. These are dogs who would make wonderful and faithful companions if only they could connect with the right person or family. We have made it our mission to help them do this. At the same time we hope to enrich the lives of those who adopt them.
Pup was turned into the shelter by his owner, because they were moving and couldn't take him with them. I'm sorry, but I think that is a lousy excuse. When Carl and I moved from Florida, we brought 2 bigs dogs and a cockatoo with us all the way to Indiana. It wasn't easy, but we eventually found an apartment that would allow us to keep pets.
Anyway, Pup lived with me at the same time I had Hooch, the puppy. Pup was so scared and shy, I'm convinced that his former owners yelled or even hit him alot. It took days for him to trust me, but once he did, he was the most loving dog. He never left my side. Pup eventually went to Rover Rescue near Chicago and found a permanent home.
People United for Pets is an all volunteer, 501(c)(3) registered non-profit organization specializing in small and toy breed dog rescue. We are located in Western Washington State.
Mission Statement
Countless dogs are without homes and in need of assistance. These are dogs who would make wonderful and faithful companions if only they could connect with the right person or family. We have made it our mission to help them do this. At the same time we hope to enrich the lives of those who adopt them.
Leigh and I saw these in July up at Yellowstone. We watched a mom and 3 pups hunt, feed, and of course play for about 3 hours. I took about a million shots. They were a bit backlit so it was hard to position for a good photo, but still so fun to watch!
One day, back when I was still thinking about doing a comic book, I went to the comic book store to check out the indie publishers. I noticed that every single book seemed to be babyish drawings about cute animals and poo poo. So I came home and drew the first "Pup!"
We have all heard the warnings, keep away, they bite etc. This baby had a full set of very sharp claws to assist it across the sand, I bet these would hurt too!
9 little babies and their mommy came in to the shelter on Wednesday. They are about 6 weeks. These are 3 of the girls and 1 of the boys.