Mia Mattsson-Mercer Born in 1964, Sweden. Author to three books. Writing a web-column for the Magazine NARA. “That’s Amore” is my catch phrase. Finishing the manuscripts for two different books. Also HomeSchooling Mother. Worked: United States, Germany, Switzerland, Bosnien, Bulgaria, France, Ireland, Italy, Portugal and Bahrain Founder/CEO Animals Without Limits. I am a proud Lyme disease, Child Abuse and Animal Warrior.
Showing posts with label Capri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Capri. Show all posts
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
FIAT RESCUE TRANSPORT
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
DIFFERENT MISSIONS
Olivia is a good helper, she had to hold Bonita in Dr Damianis waiting room while I and Capri were inside getting checked by Dr Damiani. Capri was scared constantly trying to escape. Bonita is a lady that is so cool. Two veterinarians were examine her, blood work was made and she got her rabies shot. And she didn't move a wrinkle.
One of the females, Stella so sweet and gentle. They are so well behaved.Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Ratatouilles Short Visit
This morning didn't start out very well for one rat. The dogs were out in the garden and suddenly I sense something is going on--mother's instinct maybe? I look outside and can see Clyde our big Collie and Capri our mix jumping and being totally exited.
I ran out yelling at them to stop it! It is then I see what it was they were all excited about... they were trying to kill a rat!!
Different emotions flushed through me. Scared since there is something about rats that makes me get goose bumps. Old fairy stories, maybe?
The other feeling was, "oh, no, poor thing!"
With the dogs off of it, I could see the rat was still alive but in shock. I took the dogs inside and went out several times to check on the rat. I didn't want it in the yard, and I didn't want it to die. So many mixed feelings about rats, since I actually have had rats as clients in Sweden and I know they are very smart. But nobody wants to deal with the normal garbage/sewer rats they have here in Italy!
Our dogs' veterinarian told me once, "Rats are very intelligent creatures and carry the poison around to watch what happen to the animals they place it on."
The little Ratatouille died while I was debating what to do with it--and with a shovel my neighbor took him--sorry there is something about rats and snakes even if they are dead--and then what to do? .....Up in the trash cans?
No, I cannot put the rat there--ok, I am not buying a funeral for him, but it just feels so....so disrespectful to throw a formerly living creature among trash...well it would be like being buried in a Smorgasbord for it, wouldn't it?! Hmm... maybe not a bad thought.
For him, garbage is Amore!
I ran out yelling at them to stop it! It is then I see what it was they were all excited about... they were trying to kill a rat!!
Different emotions flushed through me. Scared since there is something about rats that makes me get goose bumps. Old fairy stories, maybe?
The other feeling was, "oh, no, poor thing!"
With the dogs off of it, I could see the rat was still alive but in shock. I took the dogs inside and went out several times to check on the rat. I didn't want it in the yard, and I didn't want it to die. So many mixed feelings about rats, since I actually have had rats as clients in Sweden and I know they are very smart. But nobody wants to deal with the normal garbage/sewer rats they have here in Italy!
Our dogs' veterinarian told me once, "Rats are very intelligent creatures and carry the poison around to watch what happen to the animals they place it on."
The little Ratatouille died while I was debating what to do with it--and with a shovel my neighbor took him--sorry there is something about rats and snakes even if they are dead--and then what to do? .....Up in the trash cans?
No, I cannot put the rat there--ok, I am not buying a funeral for him, but it just feels so....so disrespectful to throw a formerly living creature among trash...well it would be like being buried in a Smorgasbord for it, wouldn't it?! Hmm... maybe not a bad thought.
For him, garbage is Amore!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Shiloh with Room-mate at ER
Shiloh is still in critical condition. 24 more hours and maybe we will have a clearer idea of the damage she sustained... bite our nails. It is a torture to watch her, waiting and hoping and you feel like you can do nothing. Every time the phone rings I jump out of fear for bad news.
What is happening?
This afternoon I took the children and visited her. She looked at us when we entered the room but it was like she looked right through us. She responded to noise but nothing like recognising us, no whimpering like the other sick dogs did when they saw us. No wagging tail. Nothing!
I feel like she is not going to be herself anymore, but I pray to God that I am so wrong.
They took her out to see if she could stand up, but she just fell on her head not able to support her left shoulder. Again, no sound at all just like a zombie. I started to cry.
Tomorrow afternoon they are going to x-ray her again.
Please think of her and send Amore!
The picture shows one of her roommates. The dog doesn't have any ears, no fur just pink new skin with a huge bruise on her side. I couldn't help asking what had happened to her, she reminded me strongly of Capri, our (new)dog. The nurse told me that this dog had been there since February, some children had put her on fire!
Amore mi!
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Finally in Sweden...that took time! Thanks for not giving up, that's Amore!