Riley’s View: Canine Heat Regulation

Dear Friends,

With the help of spell check, I decided to pitch the idea of a monthly letter about all the things I have learned about humans, and share some insight about the way us four-legged beings interact with the world and communicate with others. To my delight, A Letter To My Dog accepted my proposal and even showed me how I can convert my bark into English characters using my humans computer.

My name is Riley, my blond wavy hair falls over my face slightly, while the rest of my 65lb. frame looks like a curly white rug. I am an eight year old Goldendoodle with a human like disposition, and a wildly fun Mohawk. My human styles my mohawk to give me some flare. Unbeknownst to him, I like it most because people often stop us on walks and give me attention stroking my hair and giving my head scratches.

Surfing the internet, like all dogs do, I came across A Letter To My Dog. I know my human owns a dog training company called Pooch Pals. He also contributes to websites and publications as a professional dog training expert, so I thought why can’t I. After all I am a dog and I know dogs best. The following is the first installment of a monthly series written by yours truly, Riley the Goldendoodle about none other than dogs.

This month, our topic of choice is about canine heat regulation. So here’s the basics about us furry kids, we don’t sweat. Unlike our two-legged humans, we cool ourselves through our tongue and the pads of our paws. In addition to giving me cool, fresh water each and every day my human wets my paws during the summer time which helps to cool me down. For those short nosed, or flat faced pups such as Pekinese or Pugs it is especially important to keep these dogs cool since these breeds are prone to overheating. My human says it has something to do with Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome; I think that’s another way of saying a dog with poor breathing.

Frankly, I tolerate the heat but I much rather the winter time when I get to borough in the snow. Plus, there aren’t any holidays in the winter when humans play with those insanely loud toys that make my eyes water and shake my eardrums. I think they call them fireworks. Speaking of which, my human has something to share with all of you about desensitizing your dog to fireworks leading up to the fourth of July. If you are like me, it takes a couple weeks to get reaccustomed to the experience of fireworks that’s why I suggest starting your training now.

Licks and love,
Riley

Awww! Puppy Comforts Older Dog During Nightmare

Awww! Puppy Comforts Older Dog During Nightmare

If this isn’t love, we don’t know what is.

Watch as this puppy Golden Retriever comforts his older friend during a bad dream. Because that’s what friends are for, right?

Photographer Chronicles Dog’s Last Day On Earth

Meet Duke Roberts. Duke was a black lab, living in Houston, Texas. He had a loving family, and lived a life of pure canine joy. Years ago, Duke was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a cancerous bone tumor, in his leg. Veterinarians removed his front right leg to try to stop the cancer, but the tumor continued to grow bigger.

Out of options, Duke’s owner, Jordan Roberts, made an appointment with for euthanization with the vet for Monday, July 7. Roberts invited her friend, photographer Robyn Arouty, to capture Duke’s last day on Earth.

“Experiencing death with your heart makes you stronger. You can overcome your fears. I’m living proof,” Arouty said.

Below are the bittersweet photos Arouty captured of Duke’s last day, showing a life full of unconditional love and happiness.

 

I died today, by Duke Roberts. And I ate a lot of hamburgers. We had a party.

I died today, by Duke Roberts. And I ate a lot of hamburgers. We had a party.

 

And I laughed.

And I laughed.

 

And I thought about how much I’m going to miss it here.

And I thought about how much I’m going to miss it here.

 

We told jokes.

We told jokes.

 

We were serious.

 

My friends from next door came to see me. They’re twins. When someone offered them one of my hamburgers, one said, “No thank you. I don’t want to take any from Dukey.”

 

Kristen came to see me. She’s a hoot. She’s my groomer. And my buddy.

 

While we were waiting for the vet to come, Kristen said we were going for a walk. Then someone said, “How about a play in the water at the splash park down the street?” So off we went!

 

“You know I’m going to miss you, right?”

 

“And you too, right?”

 

“Did you hear me? This is all I want!”

 

We got wet today.

 

We smiled today.

 

We felt grateful today.

 

We broke the rules today.

 

I listened to the kids play off in the distance. And thought about my two babies at home. I loved protecting them.

 

I relaxed today.

 

I felt no pain. Even though the tumor grew so big.

 

I felt the love today.

 

I said goodbye to my beautiful friend Kira. She “saw” me standing over everybody before the doctor said it was time. I was excited & jumping & happy.

 

Well, I didn’t say goodbye. I said ’til we meet again.

 

God, I was lucky. Our time was short. But you both gave me a second chance & we lived it up together. You love when I look at you. I’ll never stop.

 

Always, Dukey.