Kittens in Action

Evening from Brazil. We are missing Tara a lot. It will take some time to get over her death.  Today we inaugurated the kitten’s catio where they will stay until they are around six months old. After they have been neutered, vaccinated, and tested for diseases we will integrate them into the other two catios and the catio will become a kennel for a dog. We had to double wire it first with normal kennel wire then with chicken fencing to make sure they stay safe. They were extremely happy to be able to roam around and started playing immediately. Here is the video we took when they first entered.  We need to buy them some toys tomorrow. Thank you everyone who helped with this. Here they are; Tiger and Tango. Please donate to dogsinbrazil20@hotmail.com to keep these projects going.  

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Dog Etiquette.

 

Dogs in Brazil Blog is Restarting.

Hi Everyone! It's Joey. After a humiliating incident I am back. It all started when Mom noticed my chest seemed very large. Mom was worried there was something wrong with me but I felt fine. Life is good. The only complaints I had was that I wanted more chicken. I continued my daily begging routine crying as much as I could so that they gave me more chicken. Mom said that the lump in my chest was growing. I began to get worried although I felt normal. Finally mom asked Dad to take me to the vet clinic. I was really worried then. We got into the car and went to see Dr Andre. He examined me as I waited holding my breath for the diagnosis. He looked at Dad and said, "This dog is just fat". I couldn't believe he could be so rude. I felt so humiliated all I could think of was that I wanted some chicken. I have the body of an athlete. 

I know that Dr Andre could have been motivated by the day he doggy sat me in his clinic years ago. Mom and Dad dropped me off in the clinic. He put me in a large cage, so I screamed all day. I screamed so loud that he couldn't even hear his telephone calls. Mom and dad had to go down to Rio and in those days the cell phones didn't work outside of a certain area. Although I don't know why they didn't hear me. Eventually they came back and Dr Andre said "never again will I dog sit that dog". I didn't respond I just wanted out of there and to get home to my chicken. I am sure he remembered this incident and just said I was fat because I spoiled his day. Worst still when we got home there was talk of putting me on a diet. I wasn't sure what that was but Max the obese dog who had to undergo the same thing said it was Hell. Not good news. I was called fat and now they are planning to starve me. Anyway Mom said I should do something to occupy my mind instead of just thinking about chicken. I am doing the blog again so she doesn't reduce my chicken quota.  

I am also applying for a job and have made a CV for myself. I put pictures in to prove how effective I am. Here is my CV.

Name Joey Da Silva 

Age 8 years and nine months old.

Experience. Cleaning and helping with house work.

Carpentry, Writing blogs, Shopping assistant, gardening, and security work. 

 Here I am testing some kibbles for quality. Mom said I was stealing some kibbles!

Here I am cleaning the kitchen surfaces for mom. I got away with that one.

 Here I am dusting the grass.

This is me testing the pink dog houses that dad made. 

Here I am doing some security work guarding the chicken and the human shredding it.

I got paid with chicken as human money doesn't taste so good. I know because I ate a 10 reais note once and it tasted disgusting. 

Here I was as a baby. What a skinny little puppy I was. It was obvious that I would never be fat. 

I also help with shopping when I can by guiding the cart to the chicken counter. As you can see having a dog like me can be very helpful and I also write the blog for mom. If anyone wants to hire me I work for 100 grams of chicken per minute. 

I will be telling you about all the new things here soon. Mom and Dad keep getting peculiar looking dogs one has horns, two are enormous with weird tails, others meow and have engines, and some just say Moo. Loads of new dogs arrived too since my last blog. Little Fat Sol now lives in the house with us too. I never called her Fat she got that name from Mom when she was a lot younger and fat. She is 16 now. I will be back soon. 

Hi Everyone! It's me Joey earning my keep. Mom makes me blog for my biscuits. She buys biscuits by boxes of 24 packets at a time. I don't eat them all myself but sure would like to. Mom's been busy but that's normal here. She took Trooper and Sol for eye surgeries. They both had cysts growing on their eyelids. Luckily mom said neither of the removed cysts were malignant. I didn't know what that meant, but if they were lucky then that's okay with me. I would miss Trooper and Sol if anything happened to them. We have been through a lot together. We all have moved houses four times with mom and dad. We have known each other many years and seen so many dogs come and go. Little Fat Sol is old now and Trooper too. They are both older than I am. I am now seven human years old. Mom still calls me 'her baby'. 

Since my last blog some more dogs came here first was a white dog with a small black puppy. She told us it was her puppy. She also told us she was thrown out because she had puppies. Someone took her other puppy in the street whilst she wasn't looking. The little black puppy managed to stay with her mom until my mom and dad found them. The white mother told the little black puppy to look at my mom and implore her to take them both off the streets before someone stole her other pup and left her out on the streets alone. The pup did well and Mom and Dad picked them up and put them in the car to bring them home. Here she is doing her big eyes "Please take me home with you face".  

The mom is now called Sprinkles. Here she is on the way home.

The black puppy is now called Wilma. 

Wilma grows like Bamboo. She is a sweet puppy and does everything her mom tells her to do. Susie and Jasper (two of the 18 puppies born here ) moved to a new kennel. They all had to be separated as the silly puppies were always fighting. I never had puppy siblings so I don't know why the were fighting. Mom said it's normal and even human puppies fight.

Clark and Eve are going on a long trips shortly to the USA. When dogs go there we only ever see them in pictures after they leave. Mom assured me that my girl Gemma won't be going. It would surely break my heart if Gemma went away and never came back. They both had their hair done ready for their trips.

Eve

Clark

I am lucky my fur is maintenance free. This is very fortunate for me because I hate baths. I struggle all the way through the bath to make them stop. Then after that mom heard about two dogs that were dumped a few days before. They attacked a chicken and one was beaten to death. That frightened me as I love chicken a lot and if I didn't have a home with mom and dad I would want to eat chicken and there are humans that kill dogs for that. The second dog that was with the dog that got killed got stabbed in the stomach. That same day someone turned up at the gate here with her. Part of her stomach was coming out of the wound. She already had something mom said was necrosis and had to go to the vet clinic in a hurry. 

In this picture she is happy to have been cleaned and stitched up. It was taken a few days after the surgery. Her name is Sophie now.

Then after saving Sophie something terrible happened. Mom and Dad feed some street dogs and one was called 'Thor'. He had been living in the street for many years and then the woman that used to feed him left and didn't take him with her, so mom and dad started to feed him. He knew exactly what time his food would arrive and always waited for it. Then he wasn't there for a few days and next time we saw him he was dying in the street. Mom and dad rushed him to the clinic where he died the next day of some type of poison. We all cried and thanked our canine God that we are safe inside here. Mom tries her best but there are too many street dogs out there and 129 of us in here. She cannot support more as she doesn't have the money that we all cost. The house has twenty dogs living in it. The garden has kennels all over. We always thought someone rich would turn up to help mom with the costs. Every week I watch mom fretting about paying bills.

RIP Thor