Will Twitter Go?

So will Twitter disappear forever or just wobble a bit for a while and come back better than ever?

Well just incase it doesn't this is a link to a small chat room I got Muvver to set up so I can keep in touch with all my pals. 

Twitfurchatroom.teamapp.com

If Twitter disappears permanently Muvver will be installing proper multi function social media on her webspace a bit like Twitter but without the billionaire owner *giggles*

With so many people at home who rely on Twitter to keep in touch with friends, family, make new friends, catch up on news, find out what's going on in the outside world, what will they do?

There are several Twitter alternatives, but the beauty of Twitter is it's simplicity to use. The downside is it's complexity to keep going.  

We're creatures of habit and we don't like new stuff or changes, so what I think is, Elon and his staff are having a bit of a disagreement on how best to keep the wheels turning and the cogs engaging. So given time hopefully all the cogs will engage together and we can all sit back and relax and enjoy our online social life on Twitter again. 

But if Elon pulls the blackout curtains suddenly make a note of that link I've posted so we can all stay in touch.  You'll need to register with teamapp.com and then while on that site search for twitfurchatroom and hopefully if other's have registered too, thats where we will all be. 

Stay safe pals, stay calm, and know there is always a Plan B, C, and even D. We just need to keep in touch to find out which Plan we're on.

Have a great weekend pals. 

Love you! 

xxx

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Don't waste that poop! It's black erm.. brown gold!

Did you know one medium sized dog produces about 180 kilograms of poop a year? I expect your human bags it and bins it, or scoops it up from your garden and then bins it, they might even throw it over the fence but we won't go there! No! No! No! And worst of all they might pretend it's not yours and leave it., I've seen some humans looking around while their dog drops a little parcel somewhere and then walks off like it never happened. yuk! That's just bad dog owner behaviour! Oh yes! Baaaaad. 

So I thought I'd let you into a well kept secret! Did you know you can use dog and cat poop to make homemade fertiliser for your garden? Well you can ner! After all you don't want to add to landfill with dozens of little black plastic bags full of lovingly produced poop do you? Really? If you don't care stop reading now, but if you want great healthy plants, fruit and veg (and stop pulling that face), you can utilise poop and save yourself some money! Sound good? Great, read on.....

Thousands of years ago, before the human population explosion the human (and animal) poop used to drop onto the soil and decompose. Healthy soil is rich in nutrients, microbes, bacteria which thrive on great soil. But now with so many humans and less animals, organic waste has become a major problem, not only contaminating the soil but also the water sources. There's so much infact that it is a major problem for most countries, including yours! 

Dog, poop (and cat poop to some degree),  is considered an environmental hazard, yep we get the blame because we can't use porcelain thrones or chemical toilets like our humans. Its the fear of falling in, I get it! Although some of us have learnt to balance on the rim and stick our butts over the edge so we can safely launch our poop into the water. But we're not all as gifted and not all in comfy homes where we could if we wanted to. So we have to drop it where we can. It's not our fault. Stop feeling guilty! Your human is a responsible pawrent right? OK calm down, let me carry on

We'll concentrate on dog poop because cat's bless them can use litter trays and if they don't have access to one they do bury their poop in the garden. Us dogs haven't evolved to do that because we've always had staff to do it for us. 

Did you know, dog poop is three quarters water plus undigested food including carbohydrates, fibre, proteins, and fats from the our digestive system. Also present are a wide range of resident bacteria that are needed for digestion.

If we are infected with worms, or other disease-causing microbes, these can be present in our poop. Left on the street, dog poop is either stuck to a humans shoe, bicycle wheels, shopping trolleys or washed into waterways, creating a potential health hazard. Once pathogenic microbes from the poop get into waterways, they can find their way into other living things – including humans. People also don’t like dog poop because of its smell, like theirs smells of roses!  The pong is due to the volatile products produced by microbes in the gut that are involved in the digestion process, like I said earlier.  More than 100 different chemicals that could contribute to the bad smell have been identified. Some human must have a great job huh? Imagine! No please don't, let me go on.....

Because poop smells bad humans avoid dealing with it. Local councils offer plastic bags at parks and other public places to encourage dog owners to collect the poop, not like stamp collecting, stop giggling I'm being serious here. Bins, sometimes specifically for dog waste, are often placed nearby so the smelly package can be discarded as soon as possible, like when they drop a letter through a letter box only better!

But this is not the best solution, because ultimately the dog poop ends up going to landfill, contributing to the ever growing  problem of waste accumulation.

Still with me? Good, hey you at the back! I can see you nodding off, try and pay attention so you can get your human to do this stuff.... ahem... where was I? Oh yea....

Why dog poop can become a nutrient

Rather than becoming a pollutant, dog poop can become a nutrient for the garden, by being composted in your backyard, great huh? Read on it get's better..... 

If you have a garden your human can make their own compost bin by adding the dog poop to grass clippings, plant or other organic waste, and even sawdust or shredded cardboard as a source of food for the microbes. The microbes then break down the organic material into humus and that's humus not humour, this is not funny. During this process the temperature in the compost mixture rises to 50-60℃. Over time, the heat will kill most if not all canine bacteria, because they can't live in high temperatures, they're used to cooler damper places like in our gut!

Compost contains billions of microbes per gram of material and competition from between the bacteria as well as the heat being produced by the compost assist in promoting the destruction of pathogenic canine microbes, if present. Gotta bake those psychopathic sorry pathogenic microbes! Fry their brains! *giggles* ahem....

The compost needs to be turned over weekly to ensure uniform composing and oxygenation. Your human can do this Over days or weeks the temperature in the compost drops, indicating when the decomposition process is complete. If the human is feeling particularly resourceful and lets face it some are some aren't, they can use a big plastic dustbin and drill a hole near the bottom and fix a waterbutt tap, they can look how to do this on youtube humans just love that place! Anyway once thats done they can then load the dustbin up to their hearts content with all kinds of waste, not just our poop, like shredded paper, dry leaves, cooked and uncooked food. Make sure the lid is secure and maybe drill one hole about 1/2" in diameter in the lid for ventilation. They can then stand the dustbin up on blocks so they can drain the liquid off it once a week and use diluted 1 part liquid 10 parts water, as liquid fertiliser for their plants (its also good for killing off bugs on plants if it's sprayed on the leaves, diluted of course).  Making compost this way is much faster than in a normal heap in the corner or traditional compost bin, and the compost is usually ready within 4-6 weeks. All the nasty stuff like bad bacteria and things that sprad disease are all killed off with the extreme heat and the compost is safe to use on the garden and your human will love you even more for being a mobile compost contributer! Don't blame me if they want to get another sibling for you to help in this very responsible job! 

A couple of dog-do dont’s:

• Don’t include waste from unknown dogs or from dogs that show signs of disease (unless using the sealed dustbin (hotbin) method of composting.

• Avoid using it on vegetable leaves for human consumption, I mean would you eat those lettuce after?  No so use it around the base on the soil not on the actual plant. If they're not gonna eat the plant spray away to their heart's content.

If you live in an apartment and don’t have a garden or access to green waste, you can still compost dog poop. There are small compost bins commercially available for this purpose, they're usually airtight so don't produce a pong and they come with full instructions how to use them, infact a mini hotbin type composter would be ideal! It would also help heat up your humans bathroom!  Ok maybe not.  Composted material from these can be used on your outdoor or indoor plants. And if your humans dont have any indoor plants, then shame on them! They should go and get some because they produce oxygen, reduce indoor air pollution (and who doesn't let one slip now and again after a rich treat or dinner), and cut down on ozone in the air.

So all in all our poop can help towards saving the planet! You just got to educate your human and stop them shouting at you when the grass mower runs over something you prepared earlier and they were too slow picking up from the garden! 

Now after that long and highly technical explanation of how we are such useful pets I'm going out to check a few lamp posts and roll in some day old bird or fox poop! Why not? It's gotta be done! 

Here's a little ditty to help your humans to compost our poop. And fur composts too, so tell them that as well, we are such useful critters.

bag and bin that poop you see

take it home and make poop tea

bake it in your compost bin

too good to waste, what a sin

spray it on, to kill those bugs

spread it round, repel those slugs

all your plants will thrive and grow

when people ask just let them know!

Dog poop rules!

Cya later pals! 

Love ya 

Bonnie da Westie

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Out there.....

On a bright and sunny day or one by cozy fire, its easy not to see or hear the suffering and devastation that is out there.

Beyond our safe bubble, out of sight, out of mind

Lives lost, extinction for some, hearts broken. They do not touch us, we are blind and deaf to their cries.

Our minds consumed with wanting ‘stuff’, new gadgets, new clothes, the latest plastic offering, food to live, buying more than we need or will use, leaving traces of our over indulgence scattered 

across countryside and shore. 

Throwing what could feed a starving family for weeks

into the bin and feeling smug we have re-cycled and done our bit. 

Passing our waste to others by ship across oceans, passing it on and out of sight where it does untold damage to another enviroment and not ours.

Becoming tearful and angry to see another species disappear or the cruelty of man stripping the land of its resources for our own needs and destroying the needs of nature and the lives that depend on those lands.

Crying with remorse as another dolphin or whale corpse lies on the beach washed up and wondering why that happens. Not realising we are to blame or preferring to ignore the fact we are the cause.

Gasping with excitement at the beauty of rare plants or rare creatures shutting out the fact that they will also soon vanish from our world because of our actions.

We can all cry, we can all become angry, we can all say but there’s only me what can I do? 

If we only do just one thing, one small change, all those small things together may change our world, save our planet, slow down and maybe stop extinctions. 

We are all responsible, not one of us can say it’s nothing to do with me, I can’t help it. 

We all have things in our lives we need to change from throwing an unwanted wrapper to the ground or deciding not to buy plastic wrapped goods.

We can all speak out. It’s not embarrassing to be an eco warrior on your own. It’s a brave thing to stand up for your world and all those souls that share it. 

Because if we don’t, there will be nothing out there, not even us. We need to take responsibility, accept we are to blame, DO something however small. 

Before it’s too late. 

Before there is nothing left ‘out there’.

A sign ov da times!

I have been finkin about all dis corona virus stuff, and all the social unrest all over da werld. And wonderin if it’s all connected and whether corona virus is da cause of or the outcome of the psychological effect ov such a scarey situation that all our humans are facing. A pandemic wot causin countries financial systems to crash and struggle, piling worries onto humans wif finances, it a lot for da humans to cope wif. So dey need sumfin to concentrate on and take der minds off all dis stress.

Well I’m only a little white dog, and one that now resides over Rainbow Bridge, but from where I am I can see what’s happening all over da werld and how humnans are reacting and coping wif da pandemic.

It seems to me dat because humans haz never had to face such a pandemic in living memory dat human fears and feelings of security and normal day to day fings are under terrific strain. 

Dis comes out in lots ov ways, dem humans wot haz always been da underdogs (forgive da pun), da minorities, dem living in poverty, in debt, conspiracey theories, and well just about evfurry human situation seem to gather wif humans wif similar fears and situations and form groups. 

Disobedience to some, but security in numbers to others who are in dem groups, demonstrating against authority, making wot dey fink is a stand for der rights, rather than conform and live peacefully as dey had been before da pandemic. Almost like der is an urgency wif Covid hanging over dem, to get whatever dey want sorted out done before der time is gone and dey pass away.

From da news and media we can see mass groups, holding ‘raves’ and parties, mass demonstrations against climate change, black lives matter, wearing masks and gloves and not keepin distance from each other, infact anyfing and evfurry fing.  Dis phenomena is happening all over da werld, in almost evfurry country. 

I fink da term is mass hysteria. and da media is encouraging it by it’s broadcasting it. Wif social netwerkin it’s easy to see whats goin on in other countries, and the mass hysteria soon has a hold globablly. Evfurryone wif a grudge or something dey want to react against link up wif others wif similar axes to grind. Da media is often spreading propoganda and ov corse ders fake news on social media platforms, so no-one knows what’s true and wots not, adding fuel to da pandemic mass hysteria bonfire. 

Dis not to say sum ov da humans activities are right or wrong. Some are important and some are downright stupid to my mind. But I’m juz lookin at all wot going on from a dogs point ov view. 

Maybe humans do dis to take der mind off da pandemic, or feel dey gotta sort fings out because dey live under da threat ov catching da virus and passing away. Some ov dem just try to carry on as best dey can, feeling confused about what da future holds, wishing it would all go back to how it was before Covid19 << dats wot dey call da virus fing. 

But I dont fink der gonna be any peace around da werld until ders a vaccine and da virus is under control, den perhaps humans will go back to normal and all live in peace wivout being rebellious and disobedient.

So I fink us furs just gotta ride da storm, hope for da best and pray dat fings will get back to normal soon. Cos insted ov usin dis time to sort out problems like pollution and ways ov making our planet healthy again, caring for each other and protecting one another, sorting out poverty and starvation, and other impawtunt stuff, but some humans seem to be makin fings worse instead ov better. 

On dat note, I’m grateful I’m juz a little white dog and don’t haz to answer to anyone, and watch over my fwends an fambly as best me can. Because like all fings, dis time will pass, nuffin lasts furever. I feel it in me bones dat some good will come out ov all dis and good times will be here again eventually.

Until then, keep safe pals, show love to each other, be compassionate, have empathy in yoor heart. Dats all we can do. 

Bonnie da Westie

x

What's next? Let me tell you....

After losing so many pals on Twitter lately, both fur and human, I told Muvver it's now the time to tell this story. Tis a true story that happened to Muvver many years ago even before I was born and me been in Rainbow Bridge 4 years. So was probbly about the time of the pyramids. She used to tell people dat lost their furbabies to try and help them and give them some comfort, because she knew they would understand. She didn't make it public knowlege cos she was afraid people would fink she was a bit weird. Well we all know she a bit weird but in a nice way. BOL Anyway here it is, in her own words cos she sed if me wrote it it be hard to understand! Pffft....... 

So What Next? Where are they now? 

I want to tell you the story of dear little Bramble, a little whippet I fostered while his elderly owner was in hospital with cancer, not expected to live. I will tell you because it is comforting and helps tremendously with accepting things at a time when we wished or hoped it could be different or that it's unfair a loved one leaves us. 

I fostered little Bramble who was very ill, it was done through social services, its so long ago I can't remember how it came about, but anyway Bramble was very poorly, he was on meds which I had to get from the vet after it being confirmed each time by social services, and the social worker dealing with the owner's case. Bramble couldnt stand on his own to toilet, and I had to carry him out and hold him while he did his business. Then carry him in again. he could just about totter around indoors but only a few steps then collapsed and laid where he dropped.

One night in the early hours he was in a lot of discomfort and was howling with pain and in distress. I tried to comfort him, I gave him extra pain medication but it didnt help very much and in the morning my late husband drove me to the vets (8 miles away) where I had to leave Bramble, and they told me to phone them at midday to ask about his progress.

My hubby drove me home and went off to work himself.

We lived on a mobile home park then, we didnt have much money, we hadn't been married very long. Anyway we didnt have mobile phones back then and we didnt have a landline. The nearest phone box was a mile away at the top of a leaf covered lane, with high cornish banks each side. It was very beautiful like walking through a leafy tunnel with high sides clothed in wild flowers and ferns. 

Near midday I started my walk to the phone box.

It was a beautiful day, birds were singing and the buzz of the bees was almost too loud as they darted to each wild flower that nestled in the banks. A wood pigeon cooing soothingly high up in a nearby oak. 

About halfway to the phone box I heard a noise behind me and turned around. Far into the distance I could see a dog racing up the lane toward me, so far away that it was just a dot really. Then it got closer and closer and I remember thinking 'that little dog looks like Bramble' but I knew it couldnt be because he was at the vet in Camelford, I didn't know of a whippet in the local area but thought maybe there was one I didn't know about. But my eyes were glued to this tiny shadowy figure coming towards me.

As the dog ran closer the shadowy figure became clearer and I saw it WAS Bramble. He was beautiful, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he ran, eyes bright and shining and those little spindly legs were strong carrying him towards me ever faster. I thought how well he looked and how he must have looked like this years ago in his younger years.

Then he was gone. Vanished. In a second. In the blink of an eye. And a shiver ran up my back. Had I blinked and missed as he darted over the bank? No I don't remember blinking and the bank was too high, maybe 10ft high and very steep, almost vertical and he was so small. He'd never have managed to get over the top.

I turned back toward the end of the lane and walked to the phone box. I was confused, didn't know what to think. Had I imagined it?  I'm sure I hadn't. As I came upon the phone box I opened the door, it was very stiff.  It was hot and stuffy as I opened the door and stepped inside. It didn't smell particularly nice either, phone boxes didn't back in those days. I picked up the handpiece and dialled the vet's number, putting my money into the slot. I got through to the vet straight away and asked how Bramble was.

The receptionist put me through to the vet who was having his lunch in the office. He was very solemn and told me that the cancer on Brambles liver had grown much faster than anticipated and was now so huge it was causing him severe pain and there were other tumours throughout his little body that weren't there before, so he had put Bramble to sleep to end his suffering and had called the social worker to inform her. 

It felt like a huge boulder had suddenly appeared in my throat, almost choking me, my eyes really hurt and filled with tears, and the pain in my chest was horrendous.

I asked through the tears speaking as best I could what time was Bramble euthanised. At 11.45am.  The time I saw Bramble running toward me up the lane. I thanked the vet and stepped out of the phone box into the sunshine. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I walked back down the lane. 

I looked for him on my walk back to the mobile home park, trying to convince myself I'd been mistaken and it was another little brindle whippet I'd seen earlier, but there were no other dogs around, just the buzz of the bees and the birds noisily chattering and singing in the trees.

I knew Bramble had come to me to let me know he was no longer in pain and that he was safe and happy and most importantly physically whole again, or what we would think of as physically whole. Because in their world they are intangible, indescribable beings that we can't touch but we know they are there. We can only feel their presence if we are lucky enough or sensitive enough. 

I hadn't had Bramble with me long, yet he used so much of his spritual energy to come to me. That in itself is amazing, but it showed me and proved to me that there is another existence after this life. And it has brought me great comfort when any of my furbabies, or loved ones, have taken the next step into the rest of their life.

I have found over the years that when our loved ones or furbabies us they need a few days to adjust or to gather strength peraps to somehow use their new existence or energy to send us signs. I am just guessing this is how it works, I don't know for sure, but it seems logical to me. 

It's nearly always a sign sent with one small white feather. Sometimes it can be something you see somewhere in your home that is in the wrong place, or you see a shadowy figure from the corner of your eye, or hear a familiar purr or bark. But they do get in touch. I know this to be so. 

Bonnie is forever sending me feathers or dandelion clocks and seeds. She's quite prolific in her own way and as time passes since she left this life, I am more able to see all the signs she sends me from her present life. She also sends feathers to others, she must have a huge supply at Rainbow Bridge, but the people she sends them to always tell me and they always know from who the feathers come. And I truly believe that she had such a short life and knew suffering throughout that life so that she could show others that however long or short life is on this earth, it's not the end. It's just one step to the next life. And she and Bramble have given me the trust and honour to pass that knowledge onto others. To bring comfort when it's needed. 

I hope this helps everyone that has a furbaby over Rainbow Bridge, or indeed even a human, as the I had a similar experience with my mother after she passed away. Proof enough to me, that this life on earth isn't our only life. It has nothing to do with religion, or what you believe or don't believe. It crosses all those borders and boundaries of beliefs, religions, creeds, cultures and race. It just is. And when you know it is, and it exists and we go to another existence it makes this one we live now much easier to cope with. 

Muvver.

x

Losing Online Friends

I'm sure Bonnie won't mind me using her blog, she's given me permission so don't worry. But I wanted to say something that can't be said in a few characters in a tweet.

I received very sad news this week that a long standing and dear friend on Twitter had passed away. Scott Blystone @oliviackcs Miss Olivia's Scribe.  He was a big, gentle, highly intelligent, clever and talented man with an even bigger heart. His humour and zest for life were infectious. He would reach out and touch anyone who was going through a personal crisis even while he struggled with his own health issues. He was much respected and much loved on Twitter and also on Facebook.

People say that it's no good spending so much time online talking to friends we may never meet, they say those friends are not real life friends and only exist in our virtual world, so they're not really our friends. Well I think all of us that spend a lot of our time online talking to our friends in our 'virtual world' know that isn't correct. Our online friends are as real to us as those friends we meet in our day to day lives. Those online friends are often closer and more valuable than real life friends. We sometimes confide in them. Relationships evolve, groups and clubs form, and before you know it, you're a member of several groups and clubs of like minded people and your online life can be more rewarding and be more fullfilling and mean more than any friendship we may forge in real life.

For some, those that are housebound for different reasons, their online friendships are their only contact with other people they may be at home week in week out and never see or speak to another soul in the real world, for others they may not have such a great private real life and it helps them cope with their personal problems, and for all of us it's an escape from reality although it is actually another level of reality, I think you'll know what I mean.  And for those who live alone and live an isolated existence, it gives great comfort to know that our friends are just a keystroke away.

Since joining twitter in 2009 or 2010 I can't remember now, I've had the privilige to know and become friends with so many people all over the world and lucky enough to meet some of them in person. They have made my life so much richer and made me feel more motivated. They've helped me feel appreciated and worthy, given me a purpose and shown me I'm loved. And they've been there for me when I have been through traumatic and lifechanging periods of my life. Yes,  we love our online friends because they mean so much to each us.

So when we lose one of them, even one that may have been in a group we are a member of but we didn't follow them or know them personally, it's like losing a member of the family. That's because they were a member of our virtual family. They touched our lives and became part of us.

Several dear friends and people I, we, have known have passed away since first coming to Twitter. One instance was a lady, Gwen,  who had passed away at home, Gwen had lived alone with her cat, and only due to an online friend the alarm was raised and she was discovered and her cat rehomed and cared for. I didn't know that lady personally, but I still had a feeling of loss when I heard the sad news because she was 'one of us' and part of our virtual family.

Others I knew more personally that have passed hits me harder. Hugodad and Scott 'Scribe' to name just two. The pain of loss is almost unbearable. And it's not just those human beings that are special to me, to us, it's the pets that they speak for/as on Twitter. Sometimes we may never again converse with those pets, and sometimes wonder what becomes of them. Someone stops tweeting and you never find out the reason, the account is left in limbo. We worry about the human and the pet, are they ok, what happened?

Sometimes some pets stand out from the crowd more than others, Alfie, Bonnie, Winston, for instance. They leave their mark on people's hearts and leave a legacy for others, Winston founder of Zombie Squad, Alfie the heart throb, Bonnie Matron of Zombie Squad and Gatekeeper of The Bridge, Bella who helped SpanielHarry with Woofstock and loved everything pink. They leave something behind that we can all still share and enjoy. They teach us things in life that make us better  individuals and give us the opportunity to show empathy and love and kindess to everyone and everyfur.

Then there are all the hundreds of other sweet souls that make the journey otrb. They are all special in their own way and they all mean so much to each of us. And on their  passing the Twitter family come together, hundreds of friends, to give support and send messages of sympathy and condolences. That means so much to the owners that they can share their grief with so many who totally understand and are there for them at such a sad time.

Although it is heartbreaking to lose these dear friends and pets, rather than dwell on the fact they are lost from both the real and the virtual world, I, we should feel grateful we had them for a while in our lives and for making our lives richer, for the privilige of having their friendship and companionship in our world. We will keep them alive in our hearts forever, all those very special humans, those very special pets will live on and be loved by their Twitter family.

So let us celebrate all those dear friends who are now at peace, and thank them for making a difference in our lives by knowing them and for offering us their friendship.  They are now our Guardian Angels.

Muvver
xx

August Heatwave!

Hello dear fwends how is yoo all copin in da heatwave in da UK? Rememba a few rules and we shud all be fine

1. Only go for short walks very early in da morning before da sun reaches its hottest, and very late at night after da sun has gone to sleep.  Walking on hot pavements can burn our pads.

2. Always make sure yoo drink enough water, and remind da hoo's to refill and change it frequently so we stay hydrated. A few ice cubes in da dish helps but dis wont help if yoo already seriously overheated or has heat stroke!

3. Don't sit in da sun, sit in da shade and try to keep as cool as possible.

4. If yoo gets too hot and start panting a lot get da hoos to put a damp towel over yoo to help you lose da heat gradually from yoor body.

5. At da furst sign of heatstroke get yer hoos to take yoo strayt to da vets as a matter ov urgency.

and finally, if yoor hoos are out and about and see a dog in distress in a hot car wiv da windows shut or open, call 999 and inform da police, tell dem yoo will wait for owner to come but if dog in too mush distress yoo gonna smash da window to get da dog out. Yoo is allowed to do dis in UK law, so dont worry about getting arrested. I'm sure da owner wud rather have a smashed car window than a dead dog.

Now for a little knowledge I spec yoo all knows anyway, yoor hoos should NEVER leave yoo in a car in da heat, not even parked in da shade wiv da windows open cos da heat builds up inside da car and can kill us in 6 minutes!!!!

Rite dats me nagging ova now for more news!

Me muvver has started a little online shop for me, it's called Bonnies Fairy Doors  and der is da largest selection of fairy doors in da UK or da werld probbly.  She also putting other stuff in der too like my memory boxes and fairy chests.

Der's also a blog, ware da Head Fairy, Candy writes on behalf ov da fairies to let us know whats happening in da fairy workshop and wiv dem pesky Cornish Pixies and Elves. It's a good reed I enjoyed it! Der's also a Fairy Encyclopedia (dats a big wurd for a little dog), wot tells yoo all about da different breeds of fairies. Oh yes *nods* ders not juz one kind. You can also reed about dragons and unicorns too. Tiz a proper nice way to spend a few minutes for da hoos and da little hoos.

Well dats about all I'm gonna say dis weekend, cos I gotta keep a watchful eye on all yoo furs down der and make sure yoo is all safe and happy! oh yea and yoor hoos too, gotta keep dem organised int we? bol

Catch yoo agen soon me pals
Love yoos lots

Angel Bonnie
xoxoxo

Heart

How wonderful the human heart is. It can be broken a million times, yet heal itself. So many different events can tear it apart, it can hurt so much you think it will never heal and you’ll never love again.

Losing a loved one, whatever species, human or animal, reptile or even fish. The heart has the capacity to love them all. Deep bonds of love are formed with our heart to another. With love that seems as vast as the oceans and as infinite as the universe. And that love never dies.

Why do we have to suffer the pain of a broken heart? Why do we have to lose something we hold so dear and love so much, whether it is gone forever into the heavens or just left your life to live elsewhere, or lost you know not where.

Why? We all ask that question. But the answer is simple. If we didn’t experience such glorious ecstacy, such love, then feel such pain, such loss, such grief, such desperation and lonliness, then we would never develop our compassion and empathy for others who find themselves at some point in their lives, going through the exact same distress. Whether human or animal, reptile or fish.

And without compassion and empathy we have no heart. We would be incapable of giving and showing love, of giving and showing support and empathy.

The heart has to go through so much in our lifetime. Sometimes one lifetime isn’t enough, sometimes one lifetime is too much. But however long or short it is, the heart carries us through all trials and tribulations, pain and loss, and brings us out the other side stronger and more capable of giving even more love and to even more that need to receive it.

The human heart makes us who we are, teaches us to give, to share, to show love, to understand and support others. And it also allows us to receive love, friendship and companionship of all beings.

The human heart is a wonderful thing. Not just a muscle that pumps lifeblood around our bodies, our heart is also the physical part of our soul. We feel great joy when we love and the heart has palpitations, and physical pain in our hearts when we experience deep sorrow, but the heart is also a spiritual thing. How can a muscle feel emotional pain unless it’s connected to our soul. It’s a physical reminder that we are human, yet our soul is eternal.

Sometimes we avoid doing things because it will break our hearts. But sometimes we have to do things that will break our hearts but will help others. We may need to send a beloved family member over the Rainbow Bridge who is sick and won’t ever recover, or to part with a beloved pet who’s needs we can no longer give and who would be happier and just as well cared for and loved in a new family, or we may sit beside a friend or relative who is beginning their journey to the next life. All these things we must do, graciously and with empathy and love. Your heart will get you through it. It’s tougher than you think. And it will hold those things, those memories of your lost pet or loved one within it for the rest of your life. Carrying them with you wherever you go and however long you live.

Those that feel the most heartache have the capacity to show the most love and compassion, so although your heart may be breaking now, its just making you stronger, giving you more strength to carry on through life and to grow as a person, to give as a compassionate being, and to live a truly wonderful varied life.

Always show kindness my friends, and let your heart sing it’s song, whether that’s sad or joyful.

Enjoy your life my friend, your heart will carry you through it. The heart is a wonderful thing.

Muvver
xoxo

When yoo get told yoo sleep too much! Pfffft

Just how many hours do dogs sleep for each day? And why do dogs sleep so much? Questions often asked by that inferior species we call hoomans (and hoowimin), or pawrents as we know dem best.

Well here's why, so juz get 'em to read dis article and maybe dey stop nagging and let us snooze in peace! *nods head* An purely for der benefit I will write dis in hooman speak insted ov dog speak. Well as best me can *sniggers*

Hoomans tend to sleep in long stretches, usually at night. This is known as monophasic sleep and it is a sleeping arrangement that hoo's share in common with other apes and some monkeys. *wispas* stop sniggerin.

Us furs follow a sleep pattern known as polyphasic. This means that we haz multiple periods of sleep scattered throughout the day and night. A feature that we share in common with many other mammals.

The reasons for these differences may be partly due to the different lifestyles ov hoos and furs.

Hooman's ancestors were hunter gatherers and were heavily dependent on their excellent visual acuity (don't ask, me dunt know wot it means but it sounds impressive). Therefore it made sense to hunt in daylight. hmm... I fink it means dey blind as a bat in dark but can see better wen sun's out.

If hoo's need to be awake during the day, sleeping at night is a pretty good plan.

Furs on the other hand though less dependent on our eyes, have better night vision than hoo's do. So our ancestors could hunt both by day and by night, if necessary. See we more cleverer *nods again*

Infact hunting at night may have given us some advantages. It is easier to creep up on your victim under the cover of darkness. Sleeping all night had no advantage to us furs, and dogs have not evolved a natural tendency to sleep for a single long stretch of time like hoo's do.

Instead, we have acquired the useful ability to get as much sleep as possible. Often in short stretches, whenever there is nothing much going on. Conservin our energy.

How dogs adapt to different patterns of sleep

Dogs are very adaptable creatures. Although our ancestors may have hunted at night, but modern dogs have learned to live by hoomans clocks.

And living with hoomans means that most ov us do learn to sleep the night away without disturbing our hooman family. Though we may wake and move around briefly during this period of time.

Dogs have still retained their ability to sleep whenever life gets dull. And studies of guard dogs by hoomans have shown that dogs are not disadvantaged by being woken up frequently or working in changing shifts. They simply sleep when they get the chance.

But how many hours sleep does a dog need overall, during the course of each 24 hour period?

How many hours a day do dogs sleep for?

Dogs naturally sleep for far longer periods of time each day, than people do.

Many adult Labradors will sleep for well over half of every 24 hours, and puppies under four months old may sleep as much as 20 hours a day. The reason for this sleeping may be to do with a special type of sleep called REM sleep, during which dreaming takes place.

Do dogs dream?

Dogs certainly appear to dream in the same way that hoomans do. And our brains behave in a similar way to hoomans brains.

A study published in 2008 showed that REM or dreaming sleep decreases as dogs get older.

So it looks as though puppies dream more than adult dogs.

Sometimes when fast asleep, ua dogs will make twitching and running movements with our paws, and some dogs will give little yips and barks. Especially if we dreaming ov squizzers and small furries we chasing.

This is a normal part of deep REM or ‘dreaming’ sleep.

Studies have also shown that if the part of the brain that de-activates movement during sleep in hoomans, is removed from a dog, the sleeping dog will actually carry out the behaviors that he is dreaming about.

So while it can't be said for certain that dogs dream just like hoomans do, it seems quite likely.

Let sleeping dogs lie!

We know that in humans, REM sleep is important. For one fing they get terruble ratty if dey suffer from sleep deprivay... depreevay... not enuff sleep.

Being deprived of REM sleep can cause unpleasant effects, and there is no reason to think that dogs are any different.

So it is important to make sure we is permitted to sleep deeply when we wants to and not repeatedly interrupted whenever we starts dreaming.

Should hoomNA worry about changes in sleeping?

If your hoo is worried that you may be ill because you is sleeping so much, tell dem to fink about what has changed.

Is we sleeping a lot more than we was last week? Or is has we always slept this much?

Is we bright and bouncy when we is awake? With a good appetite? Or does we seem lethargic?

Excessive sleeping in a dog that is eating well, and full of energy when awake, is unlikely to have any significance at all. It’s just what dogs do. *rolls eyes*

And some elderly dogs will tend to sleep more than they did when they were young. Just like hoomans do, think about yoor gwandies, and other white haired wrinkly hoomans. Dey always nodding off.

But if our sleeping patterns have changed recently, and especially if we seems lacking in energy or our appetite is poor, whisk us into da vet and get us checked over. Even tho this means *shudders* da fermometa!

Making a special sleeping space

We is able to awaken quickly from sleep and be ready for action, whenever an opportunity presents itself. Well if we in da mood anyhow.

However, constantly interrupting our sleep is not a good idea.

Whilst many confident dogs will sleep pretty much anywhere, it is important that we all haz our own sleeping space. A place where we can go and relax when we wants to.

Even if we share da hoomans bed at night, we should still have a bed somewhere in the house, that we can call our own.

Dis bed or sleeping area needs to be free of draughts and comfortable, and preferably lined with a cosy mat or blanket. A good view of da kitchen would also be favourable but not always possible.

Elderly furs may need thicker padding to support their joints and hoomans can buy orthopaedic beds for extra comfort.

It is here, in our special space, that we can relax fully and sleep deeply.

How Long Do Dogs Sleep – A Summary

Dogs naturally sleep for long periods of time, and sleeping a lot is nothing to worry about in a dog that is active, enjoying food and living life to the full. Unless it's raining or we feeling poorly or just cantankerous.

Just like hoomans, we need deep REM sleep, and constantly interrupted sleep can be harmful.

So keep our sleeping space free from disturbance

Placing our bed inside a crate is good idea in families where there is a lot going on.

This helps to prevent toddlers climbing on us when we is trying to sleep, and makes sure older children don’t trip over us. Preferably all small hoomans should be kept at toddler day care or locked in da bedroom.

I shall write a seperate artickle on da benefits ov dog crates afta dis one, scribe needs a rest afta all dis dictayshon. Plus she not as young as she woz and it probbly time for hur to take anuvva nap.

So dere yoo haz it pals, get yer hoo's to read dis and all will become clear to dem, hopefully, if yoo got one dats a bit intelligent, and it will also benefit us cos dey won't keep poking us to wake us up or wanting to drag us outside in da rain instead of letting us snooze til sun comes out.

Hope dis helpful anyway pals.

Happy snoozin'

Love
Angel Bonnie
xoxoxo

Goodbye is not forever!

Hello my fwends,

me not updated me blog fur yonks but to be honest me not had dat much to rite abowt. I bin busy up ere at Rainbow Bridge, watching over me loved ones and pals, and everyfur dat needed it.

But now me muvver’s upset and I fort as usual me wud turn it around to sumfin pawsitive to help ovver hoos and furs.

As yoo may know me had a furbro, Mojo. He bin wiv muvver for 5yrs dis year. Me an mum were still togevva wen she got him, and den me got ill, and came OTRB couple years later.

Well since den muvver’s hoobro gone over da Bridge, so she promised him dat she take care ov his fur Gizmo, who was a sorry state. HooUncle had dementia and cancer da last year or so before he passed an was cruel to poor Gizmo, so by time muvver took him in he was a nervous wreck. It took muvver 3yrs to get him anyware near a normal fur. Da vets and groomer all sed what a good job muvver done helping Gizmo to start enjoying life agen and not be scared of nuffin.

Den as yoo know muvver saved me fursib Dora, cos she was likely gonna be used as dog bait in an illegal dog fight. So muvver had Mojo and Gizmo and after me came to Rainbow Bridge she took in Dora too.

Dey was all living togevva in peace for years, and although Gizmo was always a longer der was no falling out. Dora and Mojo fell in love at furst sight and woz devoted to each other.

Den Gizmo started acting really really strange, and going into da garden and hiding away and frightened to come into da house. Muvver fort maybe it was just him, cos he not really normal and still haz weird periods of paranoia and stuff. So she not take much notice of it.

Muvver dunt never leave me fursibs very often but wen she do she puts Dora in her crate cos she like to destuff da toys if she can and Muvver scared she choke on da stuffing if she not in da crate, and da two boys left loose in da living room.

Anyways, me get back onto da sad story….

Wen anyone comes to da door, all 3 furs jump around all highly excited and compete for who gonna get der furst, except dey carnt cos Muvver got a baby gate der pffft…. and sometimes Dora takes a pop at Gizmo in da excitement. Not to hurt him but just cos she a minx and forgets she last in. So Muvver scoops hur up and puts her in da crate.

Anyways Easter Sunday muvver wasnt quick enough, wen someone stuffed a leaflet froo door and by dis time Mojo had piled in as well, poor Gizmo woz froze wiv fear and Mojo had his back in his mouf and really going for it.

Muvver grabbed Mojo’s scruff and pulled him off, which not easy cos Mojo a fat lump as yoo know, and den Mojo turn round to savage Muvver. Muvver only just managed to push him into da spare crate and shut him in or he wud have bitten Muvver. Muvver was shakin she cudn’t even hold a cup ov coffee she woz dat shaken.

She checked Gizmo’s back and saw a bit of blood but didn’t look too bad, so she baved it. Easter Monday dat bite was oozing stuff. So she baved it agen and Tuesday she took Gizmo to da vet, who shaved da site so he could look at da wound. Well Muvver was shocked.

One puncture hole was huge, and deep and da whole area was heavily bruised. Poor Gizmo just sat stachoo still while da vet looked and prodded, and den washed out da puncture wounds. He never growled or twitched or nuffin. He was so brave, considering he always been a nervous wreck.

So now Muvver had a terrible decision to make, do she find a home for Gizmo or for Mojo? Mojo and Dora woz bonded, Gizmo was always a loner so da odd one out. So she plumpted for Gizmo. She rang lots of shelters to ask if he could go on da list for rehoming and gave dem all his details.

Den she took Mojo to da vet for a check to see if was pain aggression, while in da waiting room Mojo was trying to lunge and savage all da dogs in dere, which was not like Mojo at all. Muvver was pleased wen it was time to see da vet and went into his consulting room, but vet examined Mojo and said no. She den asked if dey cud cut Mojo’s claws cos dey very long, and vet took him out da back to be muzzled ready for claw cutting. Wile Muvver waited she could hear Mojo squeeling and crying and wen he woz brought bak da nurse said he had got worked up and had bitten his tongue. Well Muvver werent happy and told dem so, cos it took Muvver 2yrs to earn Mojo’s trust wen she first had him cus he’d had his claws cut too short and made dem bleed. So she not happy he was frightened.

Da groomer lady Donna who clips Gizmo every 2 months rang cos she got appointment time wrong and Muvver told hur about da attack on Easter Sunday and evfurryfing. Donna was shocked. Den wen dey woz chatting Donna sed Gizmo had a graze on his back a few months back and wondered where he’d got it. Was an oblong graze. Muvver sed yes she rememba dat. So den dey put two and two togevva and realised da graze woz from sumfin Gizmo had squeezed underneath. Only fing it cud be woz Muvvers sofa which is on legs and juz big enough for Gizmo to get underneath. So Mojo must have been picking on Gizmo for some time which accounts for him hiding and not wanting to come in. Poor Gizmo.

So den Muvver rings all da rescue’s and puts Mojo on da rehoming list and takes off Gizmo. Hur head spinning by now. And all da while she gotta keep dem all separated so Gizmo in front ov da house and Dora and Mojo in da back.

Was like dis all week, Gizmo on, Mojo off, Mojo on, Gizmo off. Da rescues must’ve got really fed up wiv Muvver changin hur mind.

Dora and Mojo woz playing as usual one morning and it got a bit out of hand, as Mojo got too excited and started growling at Dora, so Muvver scooped her up and put her in da crate. Muvver not fink he wud hurt Dora cuz he loves hur but was frightened and nervous still.

She rang a highly respected animal behaviourist and was going to have her call round to asses da dogs.

Da vets and Donna all fort Mojo best one to rehome cos Gizmo would never survive in kennels and he would be bak to square one wiv his paranoia and nervousness and it wud break him. So Muvver cancels da animal behaviourist lady.

Anyway Muvver finally takes Gizmo off da list and puts Mojo back on. A no-kll rescue local to Muvver rang to say dey have a place coming up on Tuesday and arranged for Muvver to take Mojo in at 1pm.

Monday evening Muvver by now was almost demented wiv guilt and heartbreak an worry and failure. She cuddled Mojo all evening and told him how much she loved him and would always love him.

So in da morning she rings vet and takes Mojo in one more time just after 9 to be examined again and discuss about rehoming. She had to go in da back way for safety. Incase Mojo went into a rage agen.

Once in da consulting room she spent about half an hour talking about Mojo’s behaviour and what to do. Da vet was excellent and helpful. Muvver had to lift Mojo up onto table and vet started to examine him. Mojo went into a rage and tried to bite da vet, but da vet did manage to check him over thoroughly. Da vet sed da rescue ware Muvver was taking him was excellent, and only furs dey put down are dem wot terminally ill and carnt be helped anymore, or dangerous dogs, and he fort Mojo not dangerous just needed help wiv his aggression. Da rescue he going to work wiv da dogs sometimes over a year to cure dem of behavioural problems and den find dem a suitable home, and vet sed dey had worse dogs dan Mojo to help and rehome.

So Muvver took Mojo home again and waited til time to take him to rescue place. She woznt crying, she woz brave so Mojo not suspect anyfing wrong.

Den a man and lady came over to take Mojo to assess him. And off he trotted on his little short legs and his tail
wagging and not once did he look back. About half an hour later dey came back wiv him and he was sort of pleased to see Muvver but not too excited. Den Muvver had to take him into da office and fill out lots of paperwork and answer lots of questions, to sign ownership over to da rescue.

Muvver still being very brave for Mojo who was now asleep at hur feet. Quite happy.

When it was time to leave, da man ask Muvver if she want to stay a few mins wiv Mojo but she sed no, cos it be more upsetting and she was crying by now and not want Mojo to get upset, so she got up and walked back to da car, tears streaming down her face and her heart broken in pieces. All she could hear was Mojo crying for her.

Has been a terrible time since then. Poor Muvver has been crying a lot, not sleeping much, and not eating much either. Wondering how Mojo is and imagining him heartbroken in his pen wondering what he done wrong. But rescue man and da vet sed us dogs live in da moment and once Muvver left him and da people at da resue took him to his pen, wot has underfloor heating and evfurryfing he probably not fink about Muvver at all. Cos too much other stuff going on and new furs to talk to. Plus Muvver had taken his toys, coats, blankie and evfurryfing wiv hur and left dem wiv da rescue. So he had sumfin ov home around him.

Dora cried for a little while Tuesday evening, but not for long. Gizmo was over da moon to have his tormentor removed and Muvver, well poor Muvver was heartbroken and has been ever since. She will always love Mojo and da rescue people told hur she can ring evfurry week or fortnight to check how he’s doing and when he gets rehomed. Although she not know when dat gonna be.

It’s been a terrible experience, Muvver has always done hur best for us all, and never caused any of us any pain or spoken a cross word to us, so we knows how much dis hurts hur.

But sometimes no matter how much we love somefur or somehoo, we haz to fink ov da best solution for everyfur, and sometimes it gonna be painful and break our hearts but we got to do wots for da best however much we dunt wanna do it.

Muvver got to realise dat Mojo gonna get help for his aggression. Vet said it not her fault he aggressive now after 5yrs of being a good fur. It probably likely dat he had issues from before Muvver even had him, and dat other fings added to it until it all came to a head recently.

Muvver knows she has done da best fing for Mojo, Dora and Gizmo, and dat now he will get professional help in safe surroundings, and den a suitable perfick forever home will be found for him, ware he da only fur and he be loved and cared for da rest of his life, as Muvver would haf done. And maybe if Mojo rememba’s hur he will forgive hur and know she did wot best for him cos she loved him.

But you know pals, hoo’s say we live in da moment and we dunt fink like dem, well Muvver not sure dat troo, it wud be nice if it woz cos den hoo’s wudnt feel so guilty about some ov da fings dey do to us. Maybe it is troo, but even if it not, an we do fink a little bit like hoos do, den we come to realise dat wen fings happen, like wots happened wiv Mojo and Muvver, dat although it painful and breaks our hearts and da hoos hearts, dat one day we realise dey did wot dey did cos dey loved us. And in da end it all works out and we find happiness again.

i hopes dis helps anyone wot going froo or finkin ov going froo da same fing. Cos it not easy to know wot best, it not easy to handle da heartache, and it not easy to say goodbye to a fur we love more dan anyfing in da werld, but if dey love us dey eventually do wot right however much it hurts.

I be watchin over Mojo from now on til he comes to join me here at da Bridge. Like I watches over me fursibs and Muvver, an any other fur wot needs me. And I know all da other fur angels is busy watching and waiting too. Cos dat wot Angels do. We watches, we takes care of, and we loves dem wot we loved on earth and will always love forever and ever.

Share da love my fwends. Cos yoo know me keeps telling ya, but love is all there is! And love will see us froo all da bad times and da good. And da greatest gift we can give is our heart.

Raise paws for me furbro.... MOJO..... Always loved by Muvver forever til da stars fall from da sky.

Hide n Seek!

Me furbro Gizmo has been acting weird da last couple days, eatin ok, toiletin ok but hiding unda bushes in da garden and not coming in wen he's called. So fort I'd write up about it in here for any hoos who need to know wen der pet not feeling well and da signs to look for.

It's one ov da most stressful fings when we fall ill. As we can’t tell dem when we feeling ill, it's up to da hoos to observe our behavior and take appropriate action when it'ss not normal. This ‘abnormal’ behaviour, whatever it is, will be one ov da keys to determining health or illness. After all, dey know dere pets better dan anyone else, we hopes. If we very playful every morning and den one morning we is lying in the corner, dat's likely a sign of illness or problem.

Even though it sounds simple and obvious, most ov us furs follow a daily routine and have particular habits. When we suddenly stop following those habits, warning bells should sound for da hoos and a visit to the *wispas* vet is in order. This is especially true of furs dat have been membas ov da fambly for a while as da hoos shud know us best. When it comes to officially diagnosing the actual problem, *ahem puts Matron's hat on* of course the vet is da best hoo for dem to call. However when it comes to observing our natural behaviour, da hoos are da best detective in determining if our behaviour is normal or abnormal.

The process of observation becomes more difficult when we has just recently come into a new home/fambly, cos dey not had us long enuff and it lacks any type of ‘observational history’. Still warin me Matron's hat pals *coughs* In this case dey need to be aware of some of the basic signs of illness in cats and dogs. Dey must also be aware dat most dogs and cats instinctively try to hide illnesses as illness equals vulnerability to predators. We all know dat, but hoos not always understand how we fink. By the time we is showing obvious signs of illness, there is a good chance that we is already fairly sick.

The following signs (and this is only an incomplete and fairly basic list cos after all I am only a fur allbeit a fully qwolified medicul Matron ov Zombie Squad Medics) are good indicators dat dere is a healf problem with us and that we needs to be seen by a vet.

Weight-loss, weakness, disorientation/confusion, loss of appetite, excessive vomiting, excessive diarrhea, excessive scratching, head shaking, difficulty breathing, hiding in general, hiding in dark places, sleeping or resting much more than usual, blood in the urine or stool, making odd noises when touched or picked up, general disinterest in things we likes, difficulty walking or moving about and uncharacteristic discharge from any orifice (dat means opening *nods*) in the our body, deez are all good indicators of a medical problem. Any other symptom not on this list that is abnormal is also an indication of illness. Sorry for da long werds but I tryin to make dis easy for da hoo's cos dey not speek fur langwige.

Ahem... ware woz I? Oh yea....

Being diligent observers, or becoming diligent observers once dey get new furs is one of da best ways to ensure our long term healf. After all, just like humans furs do get sick from time to time and need occasional veterinary visits. The difference between pets and hoos though, is dat most hoos will not try to hide their illnesses. Dey tend to make a meal ov it and make sure everyfur knows dey not feeling well, ahem... hoo flu comes to mind or sumfin similar. So when a fur does show signs of illness, our medical problem might well need immediate veterinary care. That’s why being aware of our normal behaviour, as well as general the signs of illness is so important.

*takes Matron's hat off*

So der yoo haz it. Make sure yoo tell yoor hoo to read dis so dey know if yoo not well or not. Or if dey alreddy know da signs fink abowt sharin yoor noms wiv dem.

Will let yoo all know how Gizmo gets on, Muvver finks he either got wind (gas for all yoo furs ova da pond) or eated sumfin dats upset him. But if he no better by late aftanoon Muvver will nip him into da vet for a checkup! But yoo know us furs, we duz feel poorly one minute den we fine da next. But Muvver wont let Gizmo go any longer dan dis aftanoon feeling poorly pals. Dunt worry!

Right now dat's me lecture ova for today, just a qwick reminder about Firewerks, cos in da UK it coming up to Bonfire Night, wen da hoos let off bangers and firewerks. Tell da hoos to keep curtains/blinds shut, turn up da volume on da tellybox or radio and plug in some pheromone fingies and make a nice dark cave for us to hide in. Keep furs indoors and make sure der microchips is up to date incase scared and run off, and if really scared and shaking, tell da hoos to put a coat on yoo one size too small so it tight, or to spend money on a proper funda jacket wots supposed to stop us feeling vunrubble and upset. hmm... *scratches head wiv claw* I fink dats about it for firewerk advice for da hoos. oooh me almost forgot, if yoor hoos find a lost fur on firewerk night tell dem to take it indoors in a cat basket or crate prefurably, until da morning den ring da local vets. Cos dey probbly lost and scared an need a safe dark quiet sanctuary til da morning wen der owners can be traced.

Right me done now, I gonna go an eat me bacon!

Cya laters pals, rememba, share da love!

Angel Bonnie
xoxoxox