Showing posts with label cute dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cute dogs. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2017

PUPPY BOWL 2017 FEBRUARY 5 - CHECK IT OUT !!!!!!

LUCKY: 



http://www.sbnation.com/lookit/2017/1/3/14160978/puppy-bowl-2017-puppies-photos-highlights-animal-planet

OR look up online and enjoy all of the pix and stories

These dogs are all rescues, I think.?

It's on Animal Planet

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Dog of the Day Site - CHARMING !!!!!

New York Times, Sunday, January 1, 2017, SundayStyles section, Page 6:



Fashion & Style | Noted

The Dog of the Day Site? I’m Obsessed, and Here’s Why

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Cali, the Dog of the Day star on Dec. 15. “She follows us around all day,” her owner writes. “She also likes to lean on us, which I have heard is a habit of golden doodles.”
Bogie is athletic. She likes to walk, about four miles a day. She loves tetherball too, though she broke her leg in a recent game. Bogie can be shy and doesn’t always do well in group situations. She enjoys chewing on the head of one of her friends, who is a cat.
I discovered Bogie at Dog of the Day, a website that publishes reader-submitted biographies and photographs of endearing pooches. The site, along with its taxonomic brethren Cat of the Day and Pet of the Day, was founded in the late 1990s by Karen Watts, a Belmont, Mass.-based graphic designer and illustrator, and her husband, Paul Watts Jr., an information technology specialist. They were two 30-somethings with a computer and a dream: to build a website “that people would visit every day that was not pornography.”
A friend introduced me to Dog of the Day in 1998, when I was staring at the cubicle walls in my first corporate job. The charming canine stories and photographs guided me through those dark years, to a happier job and happier days. And the thanks I gave the website? I forgot about it, like a half-filled journal left to gather dust in the better times.
That is until one day late last year, when that same friend and I were sighing over a recent wave of bad news — personal, geopolitical — and she paused and asked me: Whatever happened to Dog of the Day?
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Absolutely nothing, thank God (or Dog). The site and its siblings look much as they did at the turn of the century. And each day’s homespun story of a beloved pet, whether from Wailuku, Hawaii, or Turner, Me., or most anywhere in between, is as lovely as those I remember.
As I’ve fallen in love with Dog of the Day in a new phase of my life, though, and reached out to talk to Ms. Watts, I’ve realized that what I like best about her site — its deep, seemingly easy reserves of animal-inspired goodness — is in fact an enormous labor for her, one that offers a window as much onto the complexity of human relationships as onto the simplicity of animal ones.
Take factionalism, in this age of it. Each day, Ms. Watts says, Dog and Cat of the Day duke it out for traffic stats. One day, virtuous Dog triumphs (hurray!). The next, treacherous Cat claws its way back on top. The only rule in this ancient struggle is that Pet of the Day — a sort of D.M.Z. where Ms. Watts attempts to interest readers in such charmers as Spike, a porcupine from Edmonton, Alberta, who “has no idea what a threat is and therefore his quills are always laying flat on his back” — never wins.
With pets, as in politics, ours is a two-party system.
While Ms. Watts navigates the partisan shoals of Cat and Dog (she won’t take sides, though she did say she has a “sadly genetic” cat allergy), her inbox forces her to confront other, even more dispiriting aspects of the human condition.
Take Queen Lizzy, a Rottweiler/Labrador mix from Butte, Mont. Her owner found Lizzy at a shelter, a year after losing her previous dog to cancer. The pre-shelter story of Lizzy — starved, abused, locked outside — raises some of the biggest questions and perhaps answers them, too. “I don’t know who could hurt her,” writes Lizzy’s owner, who also doesn’t think “that’s for us to figure out. She is now in a loving, warm safe home forever, and she seems to know it too!”
Rescue stories like Lizzy’s are common. Yet some of the most dramatic tales involve not humans who have gone bad, but pets. One owner submitted the story of his dachshund who had the habit of sleeping on the owner’s bed. One night, the dog ate his owner’s toe. “I’m guessing he had some neuropathy or something,” Ms. Watts said. “It was just too awful to publish.”
The tale of Mancha the llama, savaged by another pet, was also a tough editorial call. It eventually ran with a disclaimer (“This is an exceptionally sad story”) and on a weekend, so that “anyone who viewed it didn’t have to get weepy at work,” Ms. Watts said.
The saga of Mancha — so strong, yes, but also so lucky — reminded me to ask Ms. Watts about how she handles submissions for deceased pets. Many readers of her websites are children (teachers have reported that puppy stories are helpful in coaxing otherwise shy children to read aloud; and then there’s the appeal of geography lessons along the lines of “Yesterday’s dog is from Slovenia. … Can you find Slovenia on a map?”) With an eye toward such young audiences, Ms. Watts restricts memorial posts to Sundays, when there is a better chance a parent or guardian can field questions about why “doggies don’t live as long as people do.”
Her three sites also have a large contingent of elderly fans, many of whom have been forced to leave their homes and their beloved pets. It turns out that these readers are one of the main reasons Ms. Watts largely retains the fin-de-siècle look of the websites. “We want to keep it simple, for people in nursing homes or people on modems,” she said.
In between the young and the old, of course, are those of working age, which raises inevitable, if lighthearted, questions about the sites’ impact on economic productivity. Thursdays and Mondays are the highest-traffic days, Ms. Watts said, and there are telltale spikes most weekday mornings at the start of United States and European working hours. Ms. Watts argues — and what would Karl Marx make of this? — that she builds “happier workers, because people who are overwhelmed by things can just come and look at a bunny.”
In the spirit of her friendly websites, Ms. Watts tries to answer everyone who contacts her, even if it’s only to explain why a submission isn’t suitable. For example, she occasionally receives a touching story accompanied by an image of what she presumes is the pet, lying on an identically colored piece of furniture. “We can’t tell if there’s a dog in that photo,” she’ll reply politely.
Then there are the rules about what, or who, is eligible for nomination. You can’t nominate a co-worker, however beastly, as Pet of the Day. You can’t nominate a younger sibling, no matter how strong a case you make. You’re not allowed to nominate a wild or zoo animal, though Ms. Watts once made an exception — who wouldn’t? — for Takara, a killer whale that meant the world to a cancer patient.
It seems that with her sites, Ms. Watts isn’t trying to distract us from the sadness of the world. Rather, she is suggesting we see life’s trials as surrounded by unconditional love, of the sort we find in the stories she curates for us.
It’s hard to know what more we could ask of a website, or of its co-founder, whose husband, Paul, died suddenly in May 2015. As the online universe of pet-related diversions continues to expand, Ms. Watts is carrying on the work the couple started nearly two decades ago, and remembering. When we spoke, she described Tigger, a tarantula that appeared on Pet of the Day. “My husband did not like spiders,” she said. “That’s why it was good there was two of us. We did it together.”
Mark Vanhoenacker is the author of “Skyfaring: A Journey With a Pilot.”
A version of this article appears in print on January 1, 2017, on Page ST6 of the New York edition with the headline: Every Dog Has Its Day.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Therapy Dogs in Demand at Hospices, But Are Hard To Find

Philadelphia Inquirer, Saturday, March 1, 2014, Front Page, Page A1:



A rare calming influence: Therapy dogs in demand at hospices, but are hard to find

Delores Esposito and her border collie, Daisy, visit with hospice patient Bertram Levy, 81, at Holy Redeemer Hospice in Abington Monday, Feb. 17, 2014. (ED HILLE / Staff Photographer)
Delores Esposito and her border collie, Daisy, visit with hospice patient Bertram Levy, 81, at Holy Redeemer Hospice in Abington Monday, Feb. 17, 2014. (ED HILLE / Staff Photographer)
Delores Esposito and her border collie, Daisy, visit with hospice patient Bertram Levy, 81, at Holy Redeemer Hospice in Abington Monday, Feb. 17, 2014. (ED HILLE / Staff Photographer)GALLERY: A rare calming influence: Therapy dogs in demand at hospices, but are hard to find

As Dolores Esposito makes the rounds of hospice patients at Holy Redeemer Hospital each Monday with her dog, Daisy, she doesn't tell them why she and the brawny red golden retriever became a pet-therapy team.
She doesn't want people to think of pain when they see a tiny, outgoing woman and her 85-pound dog, decked out in a pink collar and clip-on bows that won't stay put. But as the dying and their loved ones stroke Daisy's soft fur, accept a lick, or simply look into her calming eyes, Esposito knows that this connection is therapy for everyone, including the therapists.
Daisy was her daughter Dana's dog. She came as a puppy to be a companion and helper for Dana, who had multiple sclerosis. When Dana died at age 25 four Januarys ago, Daisy was on the bed with her. She wouldn't get off when the paramedics came.
Esposito, now 60, was "crushed" by the death. There are still days when she feels she can barely breathe, but she feels better when she helps others, and says Daisy seems happier, too.
"This is my way of having Dana work through us, continuing Dana's legacy," Esposito said. "It's helping me to rebuild my life."
Hospices have embraced the volunteer ministrations of dogs, from teacup terriers to Newfoundlands. The dogs are in such demand that several local hospices, including Holy Redeemer, Abington Health, Life Choice, and Penn Hospice at Rittenhouse are looking for more canine/handler teams and having trouble finding them.
"If it was just my decision, we could have a hundred of them," said Marge Bowen, manager of Penn Hospice. "The therapy dogs are generally a really big hit on the unit."
In truth, Penn has two therapy-dog teams, but recently lost two others to injury and retirement. It would be pretty happy with three additional dogs.
You can't just walk into a hospice with your dog, no matter how adorable your pet is, and that is a barrier to recruiting dog-therapy teams, volunteer directors said.
Daisy went through training and had to be certified as a therapy dog. She had to prove she was mellow enough to handle lots of strangers, as well as the stimulation of a medical environment. Esposito got 20 hours of training herself - some hospices ask volunteers to do only nine - so that she understood what hospice was and was prepared to handle the conversations that people wanted to have in the last six months of life.
"People really have to be comfortable in their own mortality," Bowen said, "because you never know what kind of conversations are going to come up."
The human half of the team is not to be underestimated. "The dog is always a way to get into a room, into a visit, but it becomes less important as the relationship continues," said Jean Francis, Holy Redeemer hospice volunteer coordinator.
The work is not for everybody. Even some of the dogs find it painful. "Sometimes they burn out," Francis said. "That's what happened to [a dog named] Gillian. Gillian just stopped wanting to come. We had to face the fact that she preferred being with the kids."
Esposito, of Southampton, Bucks County, knew what she was getting into, because her father and father-in-law were in hospice. She makes sure Daisy gets a break. Second graders who need help with school read to her on Wednesdays. She also plays at home with another dog, two cats, and two grandchildren.
Patricia Veltri, LifeChoice's volunteer coordinator, said a pug who visits one of their facilities is as much a relaxing influence for staff as for patients. She "gets stopped about every two feet," Veltri said.
Francis said Daisy was unusually good at her work. "She's got a really calming presence," she said. "She's kind of a fluffy doormat." That's a compliment.
Last month, Daisy and Esposito - she calls herself Dee when she sees patients, because it's easier - started with Bertram Levy, who traces his mesothelioma to asbestos exposure while in the military in Korea. "It's terminal," he said matter-of-factly.
A big man who says he's 81 but looks younger, Levy has a little gray hair left and black, bushy eyebrows. He had dogs in the past, but not after he moved to an apartment in the Northeast. He talked about cancer that was beyond treatment, morphine and oxygen, but he also pointed with pride to a great-grandson's artwork.
He smiled and laughed as he petted the dog, who soon lay placidly beside his bed. "I get a kick out of her," he said.
"She doesn't take her eyes off of you," Esposito told him. "She never falls asleep, because she's on duty."
She and Daisy walked to the adjoining nursing home, St. Joseph Manor, to see another hospice patient, Doris Farrara.
On the way, Esposito let Daisy nuzzle an elderly woman with a walker who grinned broadly the moment she saw the dog. She had an Airedale when she was young, she said. "My father, when I brought him home, says 'That's not a dog.' "
Farrara, who said "don't even mention it" when asked her age, beamed when she saw Daisy. She stroked the dog gently and let Daisy press against her in a hug. "She does listen," she said in a shaky voice, "and she likes when people are fussing over her."
Esposito said people, in the beginning, often talk to Daisy instead of her. "The first thing you hear is, 'I miss my dog.' " Sometimes, they'll say things to the two of them that their families might find too painful. If families want, the pair will sit with them as death approaches. Daisy has licked away tears. She has sat with her paws on the bed, almost as if in prayer, as a priest gave last rites.
"I love watching Daisy make the connection with people who are disconnected or anxious," she said. "A visit from her warms the life of someone that has little life left."
Many hospices allow families to bring in their own dogs, and even the occasional cat, for visits.
Nancy Leporace, manager of volunteer services, Abington Health Hospice, said she even got a call from a woman who trained Shetland ponies and wondered about bringing one in. "I'm not quite there yet," she said.
"Dogs," Esposito added, "just seem to make things better."


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