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You can still vote No in opposition to the Spring Bear Hunt by going to this link:
It’s important to Vote as our side has moved slightly ahead at this point.  Many thanks for the determined Bear advocates out there who found this avenue to Vote after the link on the news page had changed.
Donna DuBreuil
Ontario Wildlife Coalition
Thank you Donna for all that you do.
SUMMER IS COMING:  Thank you Sarah West for this:

HEAT: HEATSTROKE

 

Dogs eliminate heat through panting; however if the temperature of the environment is too hot and humid then panting becomes ineffective.

Normal body temperature is around 38.5C/101.4F. In cases of heat-stroke a dog’s body temperature can rise in excess of 41.6C/107F. Increased muscular effort displayed during excessive panting can also cause a rise in body temperature.

 

Signs of heat-stroke:

·         Panting excessively

·         Anxious behaviour

·         Very red gums turning blue in extreme circumstances

·         Salivating

·         Very rapid heart rate

·         In cases of severe heat-stroke – collapse, convulsions, shock

What to do if your dog is suffering with heat-stroke:

·         Seek veterinary attention immediately as it can be difficult to be sure how serious the situation is and urgent treatment may be needed.

·         Remove the dog from the hot environment

·         Reduce body temperature immediately 

·         Immerse the dog in tepid water, cooling gradually, using either a shower spray or similar.  Then douse the dog in cool water, particularly the head and neck – avoid using ice-cold water; or cover your dog with wet sheets.  Use a fan to increase air flow over the dog as this aids cooling.

·         Allow the dog to drink as much water as he wants in small quantities at a time (if possible add a pinch of salt to the water)

·         Continue to douse the dog in cold water until his breathing starts to settle  

·         Seek veterinary attention as soon as is safe to do so

Please note

·         If using a fan to cool your dog be careful of electric wires. 

·         Do not  EVER throw cold water over your / any dog!

 

If a dog’s temperature is not reduced immediately, heat-stroke can be fatal

 

If you come across a dog in a hot car PLEASE REPORT ASAP ! Find a spray bottle and try to spray dog and also change spray nozzle to you shoot water into dog’s mouth a little at a time Hopefully a car window will have been left open

 

Information from Animal Aid UK

 

Sincerely

 

Sarah West Founder/President

Canadians For Animal Welfare Reform (CFAWR) www.cfawr.org

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Tick Repellents
Information excerpted from an article by CJPuotinen

Far be it from us to tell you to put pesticides on your dog. But we’ve never heard of a single nontoxic preparation that was effective at keeping ticks off all dogs.  For some dogs, only the potent pesticides seem to keep ticks away. There are, however, some nontoxic products – both commercially produced and homemade formulas – that work to repel ticks well enough to consider using them as part of a comprehensive Lyme disease prevention program.

In 1994, botanist Arthur O. Tucker reviewed the scientific literature on herbs that repel mosquitoes, flies, fleas, ticks, and similar pests. He found that opopanax myrrh (Commiphora erythaea), the myrrh of ancient Egypt, has been shown to repel adults of the African brown ear, deer, black-footed, lone star, and American dog tick. Because opopanax myrrh is not widely sold, Tucker speculated that the more readily available common myrrh (C. myrrha) might have similar properties, but herbalists who experiment with live ticks report that of the herbs said to repel them, including myrrh, rosemary, and California laurel, only rose geranium (Pelargonium graveolens), palmarosa (Cymbagopogon martini motia), which has a similar fragrance, and opopanax myrrh truly repel deer and dog ticks.

CJ Puotinen, author of The Encyclopedia of Natural Pet Care and Natural Remedies for Dogs and Cats, describes an all-purpose repellent that will make pets (and people!) less attractive to ticks and other biting insects. She suggests blending 20 drops of rose geranium, palmarosa, or opopanax myrrh essential oil (or any combination) with three drops citronella essential oil (which repels mosquitoes) and enough vodka, neem tincture, or bay rum aftershave to dissolve the essential oils. Start with two tablespoons alcohol or tincture and add more as needed to make the oils dissolve completely. Do not use isopropyl (rubbing) alcohol. When there is no longer a thin film of oil on the surface, add one cup water, herbal tea, or aloe vera juice or gel. Apply frequently, avoiding the eyes.

To examine more options on ways to keep ticks off of your dog, purchase and download the ebook Ticks and Canine Lyme Disease from The Whole Dog Journal.

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The many global “Friends of LOKI” have countless stories of their own to tell.  Many are not of dogs, cats, birds and the regular animal companions that we all share our lives with.

Here, submitted by Barbara Ettles Carter, in her own words, is her story about an amazing little Raccoon with whom as she says “I wouldn’t have missed that for the world!”

“CHARLENE”

Charlene, as she came to be known, was a tiny raccoon being baby when she was brought back from a feline hunting trip into the bush one fall day.  Born at the wrong time of the year, likely because her mother lost her spring litter of kits, she was “found” by Buster the Cat.

My husband who was digging the garden in preparation for the next year of planting called out to me to see what had arrived.  There she was, scrambling around at his feet and chattering several volumes of books of stories.  And there was Buster, sitting off to one side, having deposited her at my husband’s feet.

  Looking around, no mother raccoon being could be seen and given that winter was approaching and this little one was way too small to survive on her own for a winter, we agreed that she would be welcome to join our family.  “But only for the winter!”  I admonished.  “No matter how attached we get to her, she is a wild animal and belongs in the bush with the other raccoon beings being a raccoon.  She is not a domestic pet!” I said as I told myself every bit as much as I was telling my husband.

  We took Charlene to our vet, Brian, who gave her some shots to keep her from bringing rabies back to us since we lived in the rabies capital of Canada.  “You shouldn’t keep her,” he said.  “She will climb your drapes; she will eat your furniture; she will destroy your house.”  I reminded Brian that the last time I had taken one of the feline beings to him for an appointment, there were two baby raccoon outside his house, eating and drinking from the dog dishes.  “And where did they come from?” I asked.   “I found them on the road one night; their mother had been hit by a car and there they were.  What could I do?  I couldn’t leave them.”  “And neither can we.”  I said looking straight at him.  “Neither can we.”

Gradually, word got round and people began knocking on our door to see the raccoon.  People began to phone to see the raccoon.  My sister arrived for a visit and she was not so excited to see the raccoon.  She sat on the chesterfield most of the time with her legs pulled under her, looking warily at the little raccoon being.  We had to deliver coffee to her there on the chesterfield and she held the mug up high in the air, seeing that is how we had learned how to hold our coffee too with Charlene around.

  We learned a lot that winter.

We built her an eight by four foot pen in the basement where she spent the nights.  The days, she spent in the house with us.  My husband had surgery that winter and was off work most of the time and I stayed home to look after him.  As she grew – and grow she did with the nutritious food we provided – we learned that when people try to live with a raccoon, it is the person who must change more than the raccoon.  To live successfully with a raccoon, a person has to begin to think like a raccoon.

  She became a little argumentative about going in the pen at night.  And at 40 pounds she was becoming difficult to pick up – especially with teeth that gave warnings that being picked up was not on her agenda.  The solution was to give the teeth something to hang on to that was so precious she would not drop it when we urged that plump little body through the door of the pen for the night.  Marshmallow cookies – the kind with the pink marshmallows on top and lots of sweet coconut – were heaven to that little raccoon being. Another piece of raccoon gold was a grape – to be rolled around in her hand and felt with her fingers until – and I swear she did- until she would smile with anticipation.  Popping it in her mouth, she would hold it there and then crunch down with one bite.  Her little eyes would close with delight as the sweet juices flooded her mouth.  To this day, I swear she smiled!  She definitely was a being.

  But it wasn’t until the spring as we were preparing to release her that I understood fully how I felt about her.  We wondered how much raccoons knew from instinct and how much they learned from their mother.  We took her out for climbing lessons – just in case.  She didn’t need them.  She chose a beautiful maple tree and began her climb.  We thought she would merely go up a few feet and then come down.  Charlene had other ideas.  Up she went – 10 feet, 25 feet, 50 feet, 75 feet, 100 feet and more.  Right to the top.  And there she clung to the uppermost twiggy branches, hanging on and looking ever so like a sailor in the rigging looking for land.  She swung back and forth in the breeze and my heart moved to my mouth.

“Charlene, come down!  Come on down right now!”

  Not a whisper of her chatter as a reply and she maintained her hold.  We realized we had a huge emotional attachment to our baby and we desperately wanted to bring her in for the night.

  “That’s enough, Charlene, come in!”  Still not a muscle moved.  “I think I know what to do,” I said to my husband.  “Be right back.”  I went into the kitchen and came out holding forth a pink marshmallow cookie.  “Look Charlene,” I called to her.  “Cookie! Your favourite.”  She looked down at us and began to descend.  And now we learned something new – raccoons descend from trees head first.  We were convinced she would fall on that precious little head but no – one foot lifted and moved and then another foot lifted from the trunk and down she came.

  I gathered her up in my arms, gave her the cookie and snuggled her tightly.  “I guess she doesn’t need climbing lessons,” my husband said.  The next day was a beautiful blue sky day with puffy white clouds.  Only little patches of snow remained on the ground and we decided to take Charlene out with us while we cleared some of the fallen branches from the garden.  I looked around and she was gone.  “Where’s Charlene?” I asked.  “I didn’t see her lately,” said my husband.  She was gone.

There were little footprints in the patches of snow going into the bush but then they disappeared in the leaves.  She was gone, without a look back.  And a feeling of emptiness was all that was left as I gazed into the woods.  Three weeks later, an early April snowfall blanketed the land.  My husband and I were doing dishes one night and he would look out the window in the back door every so often.  “What are you looking at?” I asked.  “Nothing,” he said.

“Hey!  What was that?”

Drying my hands, I rushed to the back door to look and just as I did, I saw something disappear over the edge of the deck and under, into the space beneath.  “That’s Charlene!”  I shouted.  “She’s back!”  I opened the door and up on the deck she came.   “Charlene!” said my husband.   “Where have you been?”

She chattered – obviously she had been on an adventure.  Despite the door being open, Charlene would only put two feet inside.  And she stayed like that – half in and half out – for an hour.  Finally, in she came and down to the basement she went.  She would have nothing to do with the pen and hefted her big rear end up onto the woodpile, preferring that to the confinement of the cage.  In a few days, after the snow had melted, off she went again.

We had been successful in returning her to her wild ways.  The bush is where she preferred to be.  Brian was right.  She ate our furniture.  She climbed the drapes.  She destroyed parts of the house.  But she also squirmed and chattered her way into our hearts that winter.  I wouldn’t have missed that for the world!

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With over 10,800 Face Book followers, and my request to have his “Friends” submit their own pictures of their companions, the album continues to grow daily. 

Here is a collage of just some of his “Friends”.  You can be sure there will be more collages to come.

Many of these precious souls, if not 99% of them are rescues who have found loving forever homes with dedicated “Guardians”

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Mabel VG       Sasha and Pampa Lynne Gavin Hi, Loki, my name is Lucky! I am a friend of Lynne and her cats Bruce and Tricksy! I was rescued as a puppy! ?????????????????????? Tanner, Bailey and Santa  thank you Jan Sir Urho    A Finland Friend Sheila Munroe-Stone Hi Loki. We are Miikka and Olivia. Sheila Munroe-Stone Hi Loki. My name is Mufasa. I'm a 16 year old Alaskan Malamute. Samantha Wagner rescued  Maggie a lab from Texas. Mary Eckstein  loves her Cavie   Daisy Mary Higgins Mj Ryan s beautiful Yukon My Towie! sadly no longer with me but she was an amzing staffordshire bull terrier! and was 13 when she left xx Patricia Standage-Connor Zak a rescue saved off the streets of San Antonio,Tx Pippin Evie and Willow rescues of Jeannine Colle Sonnier in Fort Collins CO Rescues of Vanessa Holmes Luckey    Baby is the pooch and Chai is a 7 month old beauty Riley  14 yrs old and going strong  Dee Pelletier Joanisse Roberta McIntyre was adopted by her rescue Dawn 7 yrs ago  Dawn is now 10 Marie Gannon This is Holly. We think she looks like a much smaller and older version of Loki with the ears1656067_10153768116755008_1328192690_n Acey 2 of Pam Rowland Furr family Luna  companion of Melinda Mel Smith Connelly Lucy and Ethel Lucas gets his tummy rubs Lucas and his female companion Lucas  submitted by Eva Murray Finn is cuddling up with his mom  Kimberley Purvis Phillips Gidget   submitted by Kathy VanNoorden Herman Grover sends big sloppy kisses from his family to yours xx   Linda Wilson Gallant Hi Loki from the divas trixie and Luna from Winnipeg Manitoba both my girls are rescue  Sylvie Nicole Oakes Jennie rescused from puppy mill living in N. Michigan with Chrstine Snyder Jennilyn Enteria-Tsai  Friends from the Philippines  Yahzi left Freaky right Keeper the sole surivor of a litter of 5  Thank you Leah Hermann Kodiak a loving soul rescued by Mj Ryan Lilli Belle Hi Loki, this is LilliBelle she is 10 years old and is your friend from NYC! Carol Ann Schwalbach Webb     Cheyenne  is Ben and Rodeos mom Carol Ann Schwalbach Webb      Brody the pool boy Carol Ann Schwalbach Webb        Tulabelle and Morgan Carmel and Mango insperable friends of Allan Abba Zunenshine Can't keep DIGBY waiting.  Thank you Christen Rynolds Fagan Buddy and Patches Bonnie C   China enjoying ice cream Ben says hello too... Im Rodeos real brother! Dusti   Bruce MacDonald OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA georgette Debbie Sobala Luiting Jimmy 2 Jimmy    Ella Kaarsemaker Suncatcher     Diane Blair Suncatcher 2 WP_20140130_005 Dawn Withers 1 Dawn Withers 3 Dawn Withers 2 Dawn Withers 4 Dawn Withers 5 Dawn Withers 6 Dozer Dawn Withers 7

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The loss of a beloved companion leaves a massive emptiness, a whole in our hearts that we believe can never be filled.  Sometimes we as caregivers need our own Guardian Angels, sometimes it is our lost loved one that comes to us with their own plans for our future.  Bruce is a very dear friend, although we have never met face to face, we share a love and commitment for all animals and in that our journeys never cease.  

This is an amazing story of a lost loved one doing just that.  Bruce’s Guardian Angel made sure that the whole in his heart would be filled.

In Bruce’s own words  “And, every morning she goes to little Magnum’s urn on the dining room table and rubs her head on it – she knows,”

Dusti   Bruce MacDonald

SPECIAL UPDATE!!! “….hi remember me from last night…I’m Dusti in case you forgot….”


“Well you see…..the other day I was sitting alone in my kennel just thinking about stuff when much to my surprise my guardian angel came…….he sat on my shoulder and said ‘well Dusti, I’m supposed to be on the other side of the rainbow bridge but there’s something I have to do before I can go…….I left behind the most loving person any pet could ever wish for and I have left a big hole in his heart…one he feels will never mend and so I need you to help heal this wonderful generous heart because without his light in the world…it is a much dimmer place ‘…..and so the plan was set…..in all my shyness I was to come to facebook and my guardian angel would lead him to me…in all his sadness he hasn’t spent much time on facebook but my guardian said he would do his part so long as I did mine ……and it worked. I couldn’t believe my eyes…..it was real…..this wonderful person that I’d heard about around the shelter……everybody whispering and talking that this person was coming to see me……oh my heart was pounding but then ours eyes met and a calm came over me and it happened…..I was giving my heart to a very special person and he was giving me his………his name is Bruce McDonald and think most of you know him from all the blessings he gives each pet posted on this page……how did I get so lucky….I will love you for all my days Bruce……and thank you to my guardian Angel, Magnum…its time for you to play over the rainbow with all the other furbabies that have passed…..I will continue to fill Bruce’s heart and help him heal and I will be here…safe for the rest of my days with Bruce……I couldn’t have asked for more”

All of us wish “Dusti” and her ‘Bruce’ a wonderful and amazing journey in their new life together.

  We must also not forget to  offer a very special Thank You to a very precious Guardian Angel by the name of “Magnum”.

Below is the link and as Bruce has said, they do amazing and wonderful work for the animals.

 

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With so much negativity regarding animal rescue, ie. we cannot save each and every one unfortunately, it is heartwarming to see a success story.  Unsung heroes exist among us, Angels, Guardians of ‘The Voiceless” without whom so very many innocent lives would be lost forever.  This is one such story below, there are countless others yet to be told.  In her own words, with the pictures she has provided:  This is Leroy’s Story.

Leroy is a survivor and yes he is truly “Lucky Leroy” joining the loving Lawson family which includes  Lulu, Leroy, Fatboy, Diablo, Luther and Lily.

Leroy the dude

“Leroy’s situation was the most life threatening of the many animals I have helped to rescue over the years and of the six that were meant to be my family forever.  He came to us in a strange and serendipitous way as many of them do.  A woman, who I did not know very well, approached me at our small town post office and asked if I could give her dog a bath and a haircut.  She had heard that I like to help people and their pets.  It is really only the pets I want to help, but don’t tell them that.”

 “I was very busy at the time (getting married) and said it would have to wait a few days.  However, her sister called and said the dog was in rough shape and that someone had been asked to come and SHOOT him.  We live on the very isolated island of Haida Gwaii and unfortunately, many people are still pretty backward about whose life has more value.  I told hubby to be to hang tight and drove there to see what was happening.”

 “It was not good.  It was very bad.  The woman had been drinking and looked pretty mean and hostile so I just asked where the dog was and tiptoed past her.  I found what looked sort of like a dog tied up on their uncovered back porch.  He was on a short leash hooked to the wall about two feet up so he could basically only move around in a two foot area.  I found out later that he had been tied there for about 3 ½ years.  Feeding him had consisted of giving him raw fish heads occasionally.  Did she think he had some yearning for rotten sushi?!?  He had no water on a very hot day and really didn’t even look like a dog, more like something that had crawled out of a swamp.  He was matted from head to toe and both his front and back legs were melded together so he couldn’t walk, just hop around a bit.  I cut the leash from the wall, wrapped him in a blanket I’d brought, gave her a few obscene gestures and words, then ran for the car.  A bath and a haircut indeed!”

” I took him home and called Dr. Don, our most awesome vet, only to find out he was away for the weekend.  It’s a small island and he is the only game in town.  I called some rescue friends and started frantically googling.  The most urgent needs came first; get him hydrated, warm and a little healthy food into him.  I cooked him steak.  When he seemed a little stronger, I started cutting away the giant globs of  his hair matted with mud, actual sticks and of course, his own urine and feces.  He was constantly shaking and his eyes would roll back in his head so we had to take breaks often.  When I finally got down to skin, I found oozing sores everywhere, ears filled with mites, bugs and fleas rampant, and blood clots were dropping from his penis.  This was a nightmare, but I was determined to give him some happy time, even if it might be short lived.”

 “Eventually I got him into a warm bath, medicated what I could, then just held him through the night, giving him bits of food and water when he woke up.  This had taken the whole day and much of the night so I eventually dozed off for a bit.  When I woke up, he was gone!  I yelled for my husband to tell me where the dog was.  I feared the worst.”

 Boy, had I underestimated this little guy’s strength and character.  Where did I find him?  Chasing my twin rescued kitty cats, Fatboy & Diablo. 

Fatboy & Diablo

He and Lulu, my first wee rescued mutt were CHASING each other. 

Leroy & Lulu

He was stealing toys from her box, running around with them in his mouth as though he’d just struck gold!  I asked my husband what we should call him and he said, Lucky.  Lucky Leroy it is, the newest member of he Lawson family.

 Not the last though…

 Luther and Princess Lily were soon to follow.

Princess Lily and Luther

The saga continues….

Thank You Leanne Lawson for this wonderful story. 

You are one of the ‘Silent Army’, Guardians of the Voiceless

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Three more of Loki’s Global friends.

“In the picture, left to right. Max (my dog) Peanut (my moms dog) and Lucy (my foster) All the dogs in the picture are rescue dogs from a California shelter. We live on Vancouver Island. One year ago we a adopted a semi feral dog and named him Max:) We adopted Max from Paws Without Border Rescue. They are great dogs!!! ” Cyndi Ross

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Thank You Cyndi.  You have some beautiful furbabies.

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Sept 29 2013 LOKI IS HOME 041LOKI resting comfortably after trashing his blanky!!

So many of you have followed Loki’s Story and our amazing journey together on his Face Book page:  “Friends of Loki”  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082?ref=br_tf

Thanks to him, over 10,800 strangers have come together, thanks to him I have made over 10,800 new friends, all of which are committed to helping animals.  These amazing and dedicated individuals, have not only made a positive change in the life of animals, they have also provided me the strength which I needed to carry on the fight to protect Loki, to ensure that he would begin his New Journey within my family.  There were times when the frustration, the anxiety and the fear I felt was so overpowering that I felt I had nothing left to fight with.

I knew I could not give up, I had made LOKI that promise over three years ago, and with the continued encouragement which I received and the amazing help I received to have things ready for him, that promise has been kept.

LOKI as you all know is now within his forever home, my home, is part of my family, and a very special part of a now Global Family.

To honor all those individuals who have made such a life changing difference in my life, in my family’s life, in LOKI’s life, the life of each and every animal they have committed to caring for and the remarkable difference they have made in the lives of each other,  I have invited LOKI’s followers to submit, in their own words, their stories and pictures.

Below is the first of hopefully many more to come.

Here are the words of Dawn Withers and Mike Preston

These are our babies Loki (the black and white husky), Cheemoe (the red and white husky), and Buddha (our precious grey mutt).

We had taken in 3 additional strays that we don’t have any pics of. One was a neighbor’s chocolate lab, Booger, who they never took care of, one was a boxer who showed up one day whom we named Sir-Growls-Alot (we finally realized he was just very vocal and talkative), and Pretty Girl, whom my son and I found walking down a dirt road almost starved and limping. She was missing her right front paw. It had looked almost healed and the vet said she would be okay. It had looked like she might have gotten caught in a trap. The vet was pretty sure that she had been abused. It took us 4 days before she trusted us enough to come inside of the house. And when she finally did, you could tell she had never been inside if a house before. we nursed her back to health and she became a very loving, playful, and affectionate puppy.

Dawn Withers 6 Dawn Withers 5 Dawn Withers 4 Dawn Withers 3 Dawn Withers 2 Dawn Withers 1 Dawn Withers 7

Months later despite our very careful watching and planning Pretty Girl and Sir-Growls-Alot “hooked up”. Two weeks later Sir-Growls-Alot was hit by a car.

Pretty Girl had 3 pups, one of which we kept, Buddha. Loki and Cheemoe had been ours from pups.

Loki was 12 and Cheemoe is now 6. In August of 2011, as we were taking Buddha and Cheemoe to the vet for their yearly shots, our house caught fire. In the 45 minutes that we were gone we lost almost everything. And more importantly we lost 3 of our fur babies. Loki, Pretty Girl, and Booger died of smoke inhalation despite our efforts of CPR. Buddha and Cheemoe are our survivors and are spoiled even more every minute of every day.

Losing our babies has been a very long healing process. Seeing your page and your dog being named Loki, I thought was a good way for me to be able to see another Loki’s journey and maybe that Our Loki lives on.

Seeing Loki’s progress and y’all’s journey has put a smile on my face daily. Thank you for sharing.

 

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LOKI’S CHRISTMAS WISH

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      I continue to be amazed at the sheer joy for life that this incredible and beautiful boy shows to me each and every day.  The mere fact that he is able to find ways to amuse himself in my absence speaks volumes as to his high intelligence and youthful exuberance.

      I have, since LOKI was rescued and brought to my home, been sleeping outside in his dog run each and every night.  LOKI has issues with separation anxiety.

      Having gone for his leash training session earlier yesterday, he spent the day quietly, snoozing, being cuddled, sung to, and in the company of his new BFF my own sweet Hemi.  Whom I must mention stands vigil to ensure that no intruders approach or disturb LOKI.  Mind you he has no control over the Magpies and Mr. Raven who often comes to call.

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Last evening was no different, in that I did again sleep outside with LOKI.  It is very true what they say about the Full Moon, and the ‘Calling’ that goes on during such an event.

LOKI began ‘calling’ at approximately 10:30 last night, and my plans of attempting to sleep in my own bed for the first time in weeks, was quickly dashed.  Donning my snow suit, carrying my tiny foam mattress and numerable fleecy blankets I head out to this big boy.

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He of course sat innocently enough on his bedding eagerly awaiting my arrival, of course I did not disappoint him.    Placing the tiny mattress in just the right position for myself and close to him, as well as ensuring he had his comy bedding,  we settled down for the long night together.  Both of us covered nose to tail, head to toe in fleece.  Within a few minutes the behind the ear gentle rubs saw this boy sound asleep.

The temperature dropped considerably during the night and I awoke to numb cold toes and ice on his water bowl.  Winter and snow is just days away.

Time for me to rise, it is now 8:00 a.m., put the coffee on and prepare LOKI’s breakfast.

Someone once told me that Silence is Golden….hhhhm….dare I believe same?

When I returned to serve a warm breakfast to this most deserving of bed fellows, low and behold what did I find you may wonder?

Laying so quietly on his fleece, which he dearly loves and will not damage, is the most innocent of all creatures, LOKI.  Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 003

Youthful exuberance? Perhaps.  Impatience waiting for my return?  Perhaps.  Perhaps it was just the sheer delight of being able to do what he likes to do best.  I long ago gave up my attempts to apply human logic to the actions of canine or feline energies.  If anything, I continue to be delighted at the various and unending antics of my four legged companions.  The beloved family members that continue to bring such joy to my life.

Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 008Youthful exuberance Oct 20 2013 009  Note that this tiny little mattress was once my bed.  I saw no point in taking a picture of my former pillow.

  LOKI is the Sole Survivor and he is a Miracle.  Living Proof that the impossible becomes possible.  He has united people all around the world, total strangers who came together to ensure his safety and his care, to bring him home to me.  No longer with a Bulls Eye on his back, the promise I made to him three years ago has finally come to fruition.

  In order to ensure that LOKI’s immediate needs are met, vetting, training equipment and the like a Webpage specific for donations has been set up.   Contributions may be made via PayPal.  This page will give you details on how to make your donation and just how the funds will be spent as well as describe where funds surplus of our goal will be donated to aid dogs in Canada’s North and help to continue the amazing work that Eldad Hagar and his organization Hope for Paws does.

(PayPal and other ways)

via this webpage:  http://www.lokisolesurvivor.net  Thanks so very much.

Please feel free to visit and to join in our continuing journey.  LOKI has his own FaceBook page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Friends-of-LOKI-Sole-Survivor/188340937903082

Check out his photo albums, see him, his friends and his videos on YouTube:  Tundra Voices

A very special thank you to the thousands around the globe that have expressed their love and support for this beautiful, innocent and often mischievous boy.

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