Stanley The Wonder Dog

 

Stanley The Wonder Dog



 

Stanley was a Jack Russell Terrier (JRT). He weighed approximately 14 pounds, had a broken white coat with black & fawn markings, and a black mask.

Stanley came into my life in May of 1992, at the age of 6 months. The Jack Russell Terrier breed is a breed developed for hunting, so Stanley was very interested in the birds and animals that frequented my backyard, and he loved to burrow under blankets, pillows, and the cushions on the couch. Stanley was trained to ring a bell to alert me that he needed to go outside. Its a good thing — he had not had an accident in the house in a couple of years!

Here’s a story about Stanley that I wrote when someone asked me to put Stanley on an Honor Roll.

More than just being a good dog, Stanley was a great friend. For the duration of our time together, he was my best friend.

This story has a sad ending, I’m afraid. Stanley the Wonder Dog went to the Rainbow Bridge on Sunday, November 21 1999 at 4:30am. He would have been 8 years old on December 15, 1999.

To Those I Love
If I should ever leave you whom I love to go along the Silent Way,
Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.
(I’d come — I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad…
For I am loving you just as I always have…
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still to do —
So many things to say to you…
Remember that I did not fear…
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face…
We cannot see Beyond…
But this I know:
I loved you so — ’twas heaven here with you.

— Isla Paschal Richardson

Stanley the Wonder Dog


“I had a linguistics professor who said that it’s man’s ability to use language that makes him the dominant species on the planet. That may be. But I think there’s one other thing that separates us from animals: We aren’t afraid of vaccuum cleaners.” — Jeff Stilson


“Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.” — Dave Barry


“I wonder what goes through his mind when he sees us peeing in his water bowl.” — Penny Ward Moser


“Did you ever walk in a room and forget why you walked in? I think that’s how dogs spend their lives.” — Sue Murphy


“Chihuahua. There’s a waste of dog food. Looks like a dog that is still far away.” — Billiam Coronell


 

Our Animals…

This page is dedicated to my love of animals, mainly dogs, and specifically Jack Russell Terriers.

I’ve been blessed with two and a half amazing Jack Russell Terriers, Stanley and my rescue dog, Belle. The “half” amazing Jack Russell Terrier is Dolly, who is half Jack Russell and half Beagle.

During my time with these incredible animals, I have done bell training with them to teach them how to tell me that they wanted to go outside. I think you might find it useful, too. Let me know if you have any questions or comments on this process.


To find out more about Jack Russell Terriers, follow this link or this one, or this one.
Here’s what Yahoo has to say about Jack Russell Terriers.


If you’re interested in seeking a Jack Russell Terrier Rescue, the best page to start is here.

DINNER 141: Sunday, May 21, 2006

We got up screaming this morning — we woke at 9:30am and needed to be at the theater by 10:00am to ‘strike’ the set of LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS. (Strike means to reset the space, removing our sets, props, costumes, and the rest to make the space ready for the next thing.) We made it there by 10:15am and strike wasn’t very difficult. Many hands — Jay, Ted, Dave, Robin, Julie, Nicki, Wendy & me — made light work, so we were able to load the plant props into Ted’s truck & trailer and get them back to the place we rented them safe and sound, much to Dave’s relief.

BusterThen, a group of us went to PRICE HILL CHILI for some food before Wendy & I picked up Buster (or “Christopher”, as we’re considering calling him), our new dog. Well, sorta. Buster is a sweet 6-year old Dachsund who came into Wendy’s hospital ‘down‘ — paralyzed from the neck back — but otherwise sound & healthy. Apparently, this is something that ‘just happens’ to a lot of Dachsunds because they’re so low-and-long and have spinal problems. Their spinal bones calcify and can shoot into the spinal cord, like squeezing a watermelon seed between your fingers. Wherever that hits the spinal cord, from there back is ‘down‘, sometimes temporarily, sometimes forever. Sometimes they are fine after surgery and sometimes surgery is not necessary. We’re going to try to nurse him back to health with steroids and other medications, and so far it’s looking cautiously promising — only a few days after the event he can paddle his legs a bit and roll himself over. Here are some pictures, the very first we took of him.

Once we got Buster home, we realized that we had some errands to run, so we went to get a pet bed, some pee-pads, and assorted other things to make Buster’s convalescence more comfortable. On the way home, we stopped at Skyline for a three-way (for me) and a few cheese coneys (for Wendy, who temporarily suspended her very-successful diet for one day).

We all spent the evening on the couch watching television and generally enjoying not being busy.

To read more of Buster’s story, click here.

Meet Buster the Dog

Buster the Dog came to live with us on Sunday, May 21, 2006. He is a 6-year old Daschund who suffered an unknown spinal trauma on Thursday, May 18, 2006 and became paralyzed from the neck down. His owners weren’t able to take care of him, and brought him to Wendy, who convinced them to surrender him to us, so we could try to nurse him back to health rather than destroying him.

We’re not certain if any mobility will return or not. Sometimes, over the course of time, mobility comes back and sometimes it does not. Frequently, it’s somewhere in between. Wendy feels like Buster deserves a chance and that mobility will come back enough that he’ll be a functional member of our brood which currently consists of 5 cats and 3 dogs, counting Buster. If that doesn’t turn out to be the case and mobility doesn’t return to a functional level, we’ll evaluate his mobility and make an appropriate decision at that time. But that won’t be for at least a month. Until then, Buster will get care, medications, and physical therapy from us, along with sniffs and hisses from the dogs and cats, respectively.

Here is a link to the first post about Buster. Here’s a growing gallery with pictures of Buster.

Update on Buster — May 23, 2006

Here’s a quick update on Buster, the dog that’s currently with us… As you may recall from this article, Buster is a 6-year old sweet Daschund who is currently paralyzed from the neck down.

On their first attempt last week, the folks at Wendy’s hospital weren’t able to get a read-able X-ray of Buster’s spine. However, Wendy got a good film yesterday and found that Buster has an overriding spinal compression of C6-C7. Below is a scan of a human spine (we’re looking into posting Buster’s scans) with a similar problem, from this page:

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Wendy isn’t able to do the type of spinal surgery that might help Buster, plus the location of his compression is in “no-man’s land” of the spinal cord — not easy to get to from the usual surgical entry spots. We’ve got him on a pretty good dose of steroids, muscle relaxers, and some Metronidozol (for his bowels, which seem to be upset by all this). He’s comfortable in his little bed and we take him outside to potty several times a day. His teeth, bad breath, and little pot belly are evidence that Buster enjoyed a diet of people food in his previous life, something that will change as he recovers. We provide him I/D, which is a bland food that should be easier for him to digest. He’s currently pretending not to be interested in dog food, but eagerly accepts the pieces of cheese we use to get him to take his meds.

Dr. Purvis, one of Wendy’s colleagues, is going to attempt spinal manipulation (chiropractic) on Buster today. This procedure isn’t without risks — first, he’s knocked out; secondly, because of the location of his injury, there is the possibility that messing with his spinal cord could cause his respiration to stop (Wendy and the other doctor assure me that this possibility is very remote) — but with the exception of the ‘stopping breathing’ piece, the proceedure shouldn’t make anything worse. Once I know anything about how that goes, I’ll post it here.

UPDATE: As I was finishing this article, I called Wendy at the hospital. Buster’s procedure was already done and she said that the doctor stretched Buster’s neck out so far that he “looked like a little giraffe” and that they got some movement from his spine, and that Buster was only knocked out for a few minutes. As he was recovering, one of Wendy’s nurses saw Buster eating some food (he had to scootch his way over to it, too), but when Buster saw her looking at him, the little stinker stopped eating! This dog knows all the tricks. At this point, it’s too soon to expect any visible changes in his behavior, but we hope that this spinal manipulation will speed his healing.

We’re still hopeful that Buster can be brought back to a fairly normal lifestyle. He’s already able to roll himself over from his side onto his belly and does a bit of ‘paddling’ with his front paws when excited.

DINNER 143: Tuesday, May 23, 2006

After running a few errands, Wendy & I hung out with Buster and the other pets this evening while we watched AMERICAN IDOL and voted, voted, voted for Taylor Hicks! While we were out, I picked up some Stouffer’s French Bread Pizzas and prepared one of them for my dinner.

We did a little bit of physical therapy with Buster, trying to help him keep his strength. He’s gotten pretty good at rolling himself from his side to laying on his belly, and has good strength in his rear legs. Wendy said that if we had a harness for him, he could probably push himself around the house.