May Be Gone But Not Forgotten--A PetFolio true story of love

Rennie Chanook Campbell                                               Born in 2004                                   Reborn December 23,2008                   .......................My Beloved Friend.................................. .      At the age of 4. Our Rennie Passed away around 509 last night. Surrounded with love from Vern, Dr Drum, and me. He was not only a Protector, He was our friend and Family member. His life was mostly painful the past two months due to Bone Cancer. And I wouldn't have been much of a friend to let him live that way. As tears fell from my face on to his body. I knew I was doing the right thing.      This creature came in my life like a blistering tornado. At the age of 6 months. Eating shoes, (which my underwear was his fav) getting in to things, biting holes in full BLEACH BOTTLES!! I didn't think I was going to make it. But as years went by, He started to mellow down. Not all the way. (lets face it no males really settle down)Tormenting Figaro to play. Walking the kids down the street. Going camping and fishing. ( Chasing the beavers that taunted him in the water to play) Fallowing Vern as they walked up the lake. He acted like a puppy.      Rennie had that personality that you wish every dog had. The Caring affection that he showed to the family was complete loyalty. You knew when you looked in his eyes that he loved you. Then a turn to the worst. As he started to get sick, I knew something was wrong. 2 Vets later I meet this one outstanding lady by the name of Diana Drum. Who Rennie took to with much ease. She cared for Rennie's health and feelings. She tried everything that she could to bring the pep back in his step.       Watching him lose the weight and energy we made the last choice of one more week and one more blood test. With a heavy heart she told us the news of this evil that was taking Rennie's life. And there was no hope. So we decided to take one more night with him. Spoiling him rotten with Steak and Aspirin for the pain. Lots of hugs and kisses. We said our goodbyes and told him how much he would be missed. The fallowing day we had to carry him in. And tears in all of our eyes we walked out with out him. There is nothing that I say to express the loss that we feel. Or the confusion of what happened. But I do know this....        Rennie was and is a wonderful spirit. He brought joy in our hearts. And we were able to let him go knowing that he would forever  be a part of us. It gives me comfort in knowing that he is with others now. And out of pain. And I know with his personality. He'll come back and grab a toy and take it outside for us to see that he was there."

PetFolio Readers Can Get Invloved! US Wolf Refuge Raffle with $1 Tickets

 Last couple days to help support the US Wolf Refuge!

Raffle ends this weekend.  Check this out for the items and ticket sales!



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PetFolio & The Saddlery Share Successful Event Thanksgiving Weekend

Thank you readers, friends, and family for a wonderful 1st Annual Pet Symposium, Nov. 26-28, 2010!

Many demonstrations, clinics, and adoptions took place.  Although the frigid air kept our horses at home, all the people celebrated good animal companionship!

A special thank you goes to local celebrity author of the Phantom Stallion series and dedicated pet lover, Terri Farley for her time and support!  Many a young reader has been touched by her special words and beautiful characters.

PetFolio truly believes in "a world unleashed!"

Aren't you Glad your Family isn't this big and hairy? Happy Thanksgiving!

--courtesy of Tracey Chen, CA
Huskie family pictured includes EIGHT!  Others could not fit in the photo!

PetFolio Readers Able to Enter Their Pets In a Local Contest

Enter A Photo of Your Pet for a

Chance to Win a Denby Claus Plush Toy!

Upload photos of your pet to Denby’s facebook page and one lucky winner will be randomly selected to win a special plush Denby Claus (value: $25) in time for Christmas.

Written by Reno writer G.Z. Sutton, “Santa Dog: The Incredible Adventures of Santa and Denby: Book One” (the first e-book in a series), explores trust, loyalty, the importance of family, and one very unethical businessman who gets his comeuppance at the hands of Santa Claus and a somewhat confused wizard.

“Santa Dog” is available for $2.99 through Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble Nook, Smashwords and other e-book locations. Ten percent of the net profits of the book will be donated to the ASPCA to help with their goal of preventing cruelty to animals throughout the United States. As the book illustrates, the current economic condition has resulted in many families abandoning their pets, due to losing their homes or jobs. Sutton hopes his donation will help the ASPCA take care of these animals, since most won’t have the good fortune of being adopted by Santa Claus.  

For more information, visit http://www.denbybook.com/.

Your Help Is NEEDED!

Saturday, November 27, 10:30 – 5:00 pm: Sierra Feed and Saddlery Pet Symposium. 

The Pet Symposium is a three-day event that will include demonstrations & clinics from Dog Training by PJ, American Red Cross Pet CPR with Peggy Rew and Strides Equine Rehab & Fitness...and many more!!!

The NEVADA HUMANE SOCIETY has been invited to show cats, dogs, and kittens available for adoption. They also intend to highly promote their Barn Cat program. 

The NEVADA HUMANE SOCIETY needs one or two more volunteers to help.  Interested???

www.petfoliomagazine.com 

Happy Thanks-Savings Event, Nov 26-28--You Know You Wanna Go!

New Demos, More Clinics, Low-Cost Vaccinations, and a Huge Sale!
Nov 26-28, 10am to 4pm
The Saddlery, S. Va St., Reno

Call 77-560-4242 for Even More Details!

Rare Opportunity for Phantom Stallion Authographs and book signing at Pet Symposium, Nov 26-28, Reno

You are Invited
to PetFolio's 

1st Annual Pet Symposium
Fri. Nov 26- Sun Nov 28
The Saddlery, South Virginia St. Reno

 

 

Featuring

PHANTOM STALLION AUTHOR 

TERRI FARLEY

with a gift book sale and signing 
 
 

 www.PhantomStallion.com

1st Ever Pet Symposium brought to you FREE by PetFolio and The Saddlery

Want to learn special exercises for you and your horse?

Wish you could vaccinate your dog for a special price?

Wondering how you can find a special new kitty for your family?

What's the best way to pet a wild burro?

When was the last time you saved money on horse treats?

WHO:  Free for our Community's Pet Lovers

WHAT:  PetFolio Pet Symposium

WHEN: Friday Nov 26-Sun Nov 28, 10am-4pm.

WHERE:  The Saddlery, 7460 South Virginia St., Reno

Let Us Answer Your Questions:  853-6700/560-4242

Horse Helps Your Health, PetFolio reader confides...

HEALING THE HORSE WITHIN I got the horse bug at five yrs old when my father would take me for pony rides every Sunday. Those would prove to be the fondest memories that I would hold dear to me of my Sundays spent with my Dad. Doing what I loved best, riding ponies. My Father was an alcoholic and his alcoholism had progressed over the years. He had become extremely abusive, emotionally, mentally, verbally. He would tell me that I would never amount to anything. Like his alcoholism, his abuse had progressed over the years.  I carried rage around inside of me, hurt, it was pure unbridled rage after living through years of abuse. I had gotten into horses at 13, working at a barn in exchange for riding, but no one ever took the time to teach me the proper way of handling, or dealing with horses, I had never learned about riding the proper way either. I had seen horses at boarding barns weaving at their stall doors from lack of turn out. I had heard people make comments like, “oh the horse is so big they can’t feel a whip.” And I would think to myself, that horse feels a common house fly on it’s back and twitches it’s withers to get that fly off of it’s back. Are these people for real? I had always wanted to understand the horses more, how they communicate with one another, why they do the things they do. In my 30’s, I purchased a horse I couldn’t handle, a big Belgian Cross. I paid a trainer for 30 days training, but wasn’t allowed to visit, or see the horse for the first 2 weeks of training, still not learning anything. I got on the horses back, but didn’t know how to work through his behavior issues. Sure he was one horse with the trainer, but I was his owner, what do I do now. I was told that I was too timid of a rider and that the horse was not for me, so, I purchased another horse that was more for me, bombproof, and a complete gentleman, but I still yearned to learn more about them and how to communicate with them. One day I came across a small pony for sale, abscesses blown through her front hoof walls, thrush, and her hooves way too long. Head shy, I couldn’t touch any part of her body without her flinching and acting like I was going to hit her with an object. I’m a softie for animals that have been hurt, mishandled, misunderstood. Maybe because that was me growing up, hurt, crying out for help and always feeling as though no one was  listening.  I never anticipated this small, shy, pony and the woman I would meet because of her ,helping me heal from the inside, the way that the two of them are helping me heal today. I answered an ad for a Natural Horsemanship Clinic held on March 14th at Leveland Farm on Purchase St. in Middleboro, Ma. being held by the owner of the farm, a woman by the name of Jen Goddard. Figuring this woman may be able to help me with my shy pony I contacted her. The woman answered me back and I went to meet her at her farm in Middleboro. She was working with an OTTB who had been pinning her ears back at her previous trainer lunging at the trainer.  I took one look at this horse and the way Jen was working with her, she had the horses attention, she had the horses respect. Not because Jen was being mean in any way possible, Jen knew exactly how to communicate with this horse using her own energy and body language with the horse. Once, and only once the horse pinned her ears back at Jen, but Jen was obviously in complete control and was able to get the horse back in the moment.               It hit me,  that’s me, that horse, the OTTB that Jen was working with, I know that rage that horse is holding onto, someone mishandled that horse incorrectly. Even though the horse respected Jen, she was holding on to her dignity that someone took advantage of somewhere in her life. Jen showed me things that no one had ever taken the time and patience to teach me. She didn’t make me feel awkward about not knowing as much as she did about the horses she knows so well. She took the time with me patiently and walked me through the process. I went home and tried what she had taught me with my pony the way she explained things. I figured what have I got to lose. This pony, I can’t catch, I can’t touch, I can’t pick up her feet, how do I get through to her. Within 20 minutes that pony was licking, chewing, dropping her head and blowing out air through her nostrils, submitting to me. I never had to touch the pony, what she feared most, the human touch. She came towards me walking ever so slowly for me to pat her and my heart melted for her. She was telling me from her heart and I was listening with mine. She said I’m doing what you want, please be gentle, please don’t hurt me anymore….DADDY……..  Suzanne Manning Actions Flag Clear flag Create a Filter Print Message Show Message Status View Message Source --------- Move to:   IMs   Spam   Recently Deleted   Saved Mail   AIM - Inbox   AIM - Spam   Deleted Items   Sent Messages Go to the previous message control+alt+pagedown Go to the next message control+alt+pageup Close message escape

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Pretty Kitty! PetFolio Reader Shares Her Cat with Us!

Rudy the Cat!

Loves to lounge, play, and just took up meowing to his human friend, Christine, Reno.  Isn't he CUTE!?

Black is the new "good!"--Plan to Stop by PetFolio's Pet Symposium on Black Friday!

 Black Friday Marks Beginning of Weekend of Fun for Animals!

    Could a day with the word “black” in front of it be any more anticipated?  Perhaps because it is in tight times this year, many people are counting the reasons to go out and shop. 
But remember the term "Black Friday" has often referred to negative events: A financial panic in 1869, a 1979 massacre of demonstrators in Iran, even a day of expected massive traffic jams during the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles.  The stock market crashed on Black Thursday in 1929 and again on Black Monday in 1987.   Never the less, the day after Thanksgiving was granted the title of “Black Friday.”  And we shoppers love it!
Black Friday has become the retail’s most important day of the year, a day when giddy shoppers dressed in their pajamas, with a fistful of credit cars and hot cocoa travel in complete darkness to join crowds of strangers in parking lots hovering to be the first to enter stores marked with bargains, freebies, never-to-be-seen-again deals on everything inside!

November 26-28 marks Reno's first collaboration of pet lovers, rescuers, and pet demonstrations on Black Friday!  The Saddlery, Virginia Street, Reno, promises their best sale of the year as the backdrop for it all. Stop by anytime from 10am to 4pm to join in on a fantastic event for pet lovers of every kind and the best prices on the latest must-have equine goodies and farm-life gadgets.  PetFolio is proud to present this as a community event for everyone.

FREE adoptions, demos, and clinicians daily include local author Terri Farley, The Old Reliable Pet Sitter, Dog Training by PJ, American Red Cross Pet CPR, Nevada Humane Society Adoptions, Wild Horse & Burro Expo, Silver Streaks Flyball Club, Palomino Valley Pet Rescue Adoptions & Vaccination/Micro-chipping, Horses for the Spirit Demos, Strides Equine Rehab/Fitness exercises for horse and rider and much more.

Call 775-560-4242 for entire PetFolio Pet Symposium event schedule.

Wagging Tails Means "Hi"--The True Story of Argus & Truth

Love at First Wag

Our 12 year old Lab had passed away of congestive heart failure, so in honor of him we decided to adopt a dog that wouldn’t have much of a chance at finding a home. We found Argus from Tennessee, born deaf and blind in one eye. The rescue had told us of his brother Truth, also born deaf, but completely blind. They asked if we could take on both dogs and as crazy as it sounds, we agreed and brought them both back to our farm in Massachusetts.

I thought they would feel vulnerable not being able to see, or, hear but they meet each challenge with confidence. Despite their disabilities they greet everyone who enters our home with love, wagging tails and wiggling bodies.

I remember as a child our Mom had always taught us that if we saw someone that was disabled, or different in some way not to stare, but instead just say “Hi.”

Argus and Truth have gotten mixed greetings from people. Some of the kids in the neighborhood were so excited to see our new arrivals, but when they saw Truth’s disfigured eyes, they turned away not know how to react. Now, they all let Truth smother them with his love. On our walks down the road, or, on the beach some people greet them with pity, saying, “Aw” I always tell them not to feel bad, these guys don’t know they’re any different from any other dog. They run, they play, they dig, they chase cats, they enjoy the wind in their fur with their heads out the sun roof driving in the car, they enjoy their walks on the beach, but most of all, they love wholeheartedly.

This world would be a wonderful place if everyone greeted one another the way Truth and Argus do. Not being able to see or hear, but passing no judgment by the way someone looks, greeting everyone the same way, with complete joy and a wagging tail.

So, if you ever see us on our walks down the road, or, on the beach. Please don’t stare, or feel bad for us. Just say “Hi.”

By Suzane Manning

"Romeo Where Art Tho"--A Private Story of Finding and Loving from A PetFolio Reader

Heaven Scent

One hot Fourth of July weekend night, we had some company at our house here at the farm. A guest had come into the house letting me know that one of our dogs was out on the front porch. I looked at my two big lab mixes that were already in the house, and knew it wasn’t one of our dogs out there. They insisted, “There is a dog on your front porch and it looks like a big grizzly bear!”  I went out to investigate, and sure enough, there was the big black shaggy dog resting on our porch. He wasn’t bothering any of us, so I let him spend the night out there.

The next morning I called the dog officer and no one was in the office that weekend, because of the holiday. This was no emergency, so we waited for the following Tuesday. Over the weekend, I had been feeding him, and we struck up a friendship. He would follow me all around the yard. He seemed to be a nice old boy just lost that’s all.

Well, Tuesday came and I had finally gotten in touch with the Dog Officer. She was very busy and was not able to come pick him up at the time. She had already heard of the big black shaggy dog though, through recorded messages on her answering machine that she had received over the weekend from other people in our neighborhood. The dog had been going from house to house on our street, but no one else wanted him around so, they chased him off.  The other neighbors had been calling her to come pick him up. We live on a farm and have many animals, he must have figured this was the place to be and settled in. The dog officer asked me if the dog trusted me enough so that I could give him a ride to the local shelter to drop him off. I agreed, and sure enough, he was happy to go for the ride in the car.

The dog officer said she would try to find his owner. She took out an ad in the local paper, in the lost and found. No one claimed him. I called all the shelters in the surrounding towns wondering if someone was missing their dog. No one claimed him.

My husband and I discussed the possibility of adopting him if no one were to come forward to claim him.  My husbands reply was, “Absolutely not!” “We had already taken in two goats and a pig from a divorce situation and he didn’t want to take any more animals in. I reluctantly agreed and let it go.

Fourteen days had passed since I had seen that shaggy old boy, and I hadn’t given it much thought, until the phone rang. It was the local shelter explaining that the fourteen days had passed and no one came forward to claim him. They explained to me that they had tried to muzzle him to give him a vaccine and he went crazy. They took this incident to be a sign of aggression, and found him to be un-adoptable.  I own the most lovable dog around, a Lab mix; he does not like to be muzzled at the vet. He reacts in the same way when you try to muzzle him, knocking tables and chairs over. I did not think this shaggy old boy was being aggressive at all he was probably just scared. They explained further that his time was up, no one came forth to claim him and they could not keep him any longer he was going to be put-down.

Well my husband came home from work that night and went to go in the house as he always does, but he could not get the door open something was behind the door blocking it. Guess, who? You guessed it. It was the big old shaggy boy. He was lying in the back hall of his new home. I went and picked him up from the shelter and brought him home. I named him Romeo. He was a true love, love boy!

From that day forward on our trips around town, we would see the Dog Officer. Romeo would be in the front seat next to me in the car with his big head out the window. She would smile, and always say hi to him.

I had lost my brother when he was only 33 years old. My brother and I were very close. I had become very depressed after he died. Sometimes I would think to myself this dog appeared out of nowhere no owner, no tags, or trace of anyone owning him. Where did he come from?  I believe it was my brother, who sent him to me. Maybe that would sound completely ridiculous to someone else, but just knowing Romeo was around had brought me comfort and great peace. I had owned many animals in my lifetime but never had connected to any of them the way this dog and I connected. Romeo turned out to be a great companion. He and I spent many a night, him lying on the floor by the fire, and me sitting on the couch sipping my tea.  He would have followed me to the ends of the earth.

He was not just a great companion to his human friends but the other animals on the farm as well. Our outdoor cats would lay in the sun with him right by his side. The cats would come running when they saw him outside and they would rub against him to greet him. Our indoor cats would need at his shaggy fur and make a cozy bed within the fur of his belly I would find them sleeping together like that at night. He never even flinched as they did this to him. He never chased, or nipped at any of his feline friends.

We knew he was an older dog because we had taken him to the vet when we first brought him home. His teeth were, worn, and he was aging quickly.

He had progressively gone deaf and his hind legs were giving out on him. Even on the days when he wasn’t feeling well he would still follow me around the house from room to room. He let us know when it was his time to leave, so we took that unavoidable trip to the vet. I stayed right by his side the way he always stayed by mine. I knew he was deaf so I made sure we looked into each other’s eyes, I thanked him, and I said good-bye. I knew in my heart, he was going home to be with my brother.

I said a little prayer and asked my brother to take good care of him.

His time on the farm was brief, four years, but he made lots of friends here, and really enjoyed the outdoors, and living on the farm. He was a true friend and he is greatly missed by all of us. Romeo had taught me one of life’s most important lessons about loss.

Sometimes in life, someone will connect with you in a way that you will never forget as long as you live. The bond you share is like no other. When their gone it truly leaves a void in your life, but you know you were, truly blessed to have known them, and to have had them in your life no matter how brief.

My Brother and Romeo were those two someone’s in my life….

Written by Suzanne Manning, Acushnet, MA

This Week's Reno News & Review Highlights PetFolio's Pet Symposium

You can meet one of Reno's finest novelists and pet advocate, Terri Farley at PetFolio's 1st Annual Pet Symposium, Friday, November 26, at the Saddlery on South Virginia Street, Reno.

Local author and PetFolio fan, Terri Farley of the Phantom Stallion novel series is also the focus of the Reno News & Review "15 Minutes" feature.

Look for the inside back cover article on Terri Farley in this week's local publication.  Terri is the an avid pet activist and expert author who loves to meet her readers and fans.  She's happy to discuss her most recent works and sign her wares at PetFolio's Pet Symposium.

This year's event will also feature a wide variety of local demonstrations and clinics including:  The Old Reliable Pet Sitter, Dog Training by PJ, American Red Cross Pet CPR, Nevada Humane Society Adoptions, Wild Horse & Burro Expo, Silver Streaks Flyball Club, Palomino Valley Pet Rescue Adoptions & Vaccination/Micro-chipping, Horses for the Spirit, and Strides Equine Rehab/Fitness.

PetFolio's Pet Symposium, Nov. 26-28, marks Reno's first collaboration of pet lovers, rescuers, and pet demonstrations at The Saddlery, Virginia Street, Reno. Stop by anytime from 10am to 4pm to join in on a fantastic event for pet lovers of every kind.  PetFolio is proud to present this as a community event for everyone; FREE!   

Adoptions, demos, & clinicians daily.  

The Saddlery will also be offering its biggest sale of the year on pet supplies and fashion!

www.PetFolioMagazine.com

Creative Canine Muses on the Capabilities of Compassion from a PetFolio Fan

TAILS OF COMPASSION

“Canine Capabilities – A Puppy’s Perspective”

By The Talented Patricia Rossi, NY

My name is Flanagan.  I am reddish brown in color, with floppy ears.  I am adorable…just adorable. Well that’s what these floppy ears hear all the time. 

My intent: To expound upon the compassionate capabilities of the canine.

First a little about my beloved pack.  My owners: A married couple, Patty and Ed.

I’ll never forget the day we met.  It was a winter afternoon, late in January 2007.  Ah, the chemistry. 

Initially, they were exuberant.  But then our happy home was shattered with the saddest of  news, Patty’s Mom unexpectantly died.  Patty sobbed uncontrollably. Ed comforted her.  Me, well I would snuggle next to her, reminiscent I hoped of that special stuffed animal from her childhood days.  I sensed her sorrow. I was never going to leave her side.

 I always knew that someday she would come to realize the innate canine ability to console and comfort.  And eventually she did. How? When?

Well, Patty enrolled me in pet therapy.

On some level, I suspect it was Patty’s way of proceeding through the grieving process.

You see, Patty and Ed were going to “pay it forward” and I would “play it forward.”

For sure, we canines “play it forward.”  We lower your blood pressure.  We give unconditional love.  The plan: Take adorable me to nursing homes, and spread goodwill.

First stop, a nursing facility, our eyes behold a sad looking couple. We walk over.  They smile.  Their mood brightens. A small crowd of feeble and frail individuals gather.  Laughter fills the room.  If only I could bark an old Glenn Miller tune.  What a showstopper.  I would bring down the house.

We continue on this journey, spreading kindness. One particular day Patty looks at me and winks.  The wink: Significant indeed.  Patty’s Mom would wink.  It was her Mother’s way of expressing, ‘I’m okay. I love you.”  I try my best to wink back.

Not easy. For now Patty will have to settle for a lick on the nose.  Well I’m off to spread canine compassion and to perfect my winking.

***

Patricia is a freelance author and attorney.  She lives in New York with her husband Ed and their rather remarkable puppy Flanagan.  PRossi@Cullenanddykman.com

PetFolio Reader ALERT! Local Job Opening!!!

Reno's one and only ‘The Dog Park’ Doggie Daycare is looking for a Part Time Employee!

Call Julie @ 77-453.2667.

www.renodogpark.com

PetFolio Readers! See Visions of Historic Horses from film, books, and TV

http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/celebrity/images/Cowboy/geneautry-blueshirt.JPGHorses in History

UNR exhibit focuses on the horse's impact on Nevada.  You can sneak a glimpse at the "Honoring the Horse" collection of more than 170 items  at the Mathewson-IGT Knowledge Center through March 31, 2011.

FREE. 775-682-5565, dcurtis@unr.edu

PetFolio Reader's Poodle Faces Her Worst Fear, The Vet!

A Cinnamon Poodle Visits the Vet
A Scared Little Dog Gets A Big Bad Shot
Byline: Debbie Bumstead Winans, Reno, NV

775-971-0806

mdab@uisreno.com

My mom's miniature red poodle, Cinnamon, was itchy. He couldn't stop scratching, biting, and licking his hips, his feet, his neck. It was allergy season, and he was miserable. So we took him to the veterinarian, which is not something he enjoys. But I have always liked visiting veterinary offices, seeing other people's pets in the waiting room, laughing at the animal antics or feeling sad when seeing a human walk out alone, head down, tears falling, obviously having lost a best friend.

Today Cinnamon got on my lap in the waiting room and pressed up against me as close as he could get. To our right a shaved Pomeranian sat on her mom's knees, no collar, no leash. “She can't stand them,” Pom's mom told me. At that moment little Pom leaped to the floor, and mom grabbed at her, hurting the dog with her long fingernails, so Pom cried out. Poor thing, I thought. But when Pom got back on mom's lap, the dog immediately began scolding mom with growls and bites. Pom sounded just like the famous chihuahua Nu-Nu, and I thought to myself, someone needs a visit from the Dog Whisperer.

Of course, I thought our dog was perfect. But no, not so. He embarrassed me when a big Lab came in by beginning to growl in panic. I knew if the big dog came much closer, Cinnamon would begin to scream like a girl, piercing the ears of everyone in sight. He has vocalized like that several times so far in his young life, once when I was walking him down our street. A big dog came up to him, Cinnamon began screaming, and doors opened up and down the neighborhood as people came out to see who was getting murdered.

Oh, please, boy, be quiet, I told Cinny, there in the vet's office. Luckily we were called in at that moment. Despite his phobia of big dogs, Cinnamon mostly likes humans, but when he saw the vet, a kind-voiced man, short and thin and un-intimidating, Cinnamon's brown eyes grew large with trepidation. His fears were confirmed when the doctor came in with a prepared allergy shot. The needle looked so big and dangerous, and the sharp tip slid so quickly into his neck that Cinnamon cried. The shot took at least two seconds and that was too long!

Cinnamon's experience reminded me of a similar one, years ago, when our Boston Terrier, Bridget went in to get her first puppy shots. Bridget was the Lovebuggiest dog of all time. Everyone, everyone, was her friend. When she saw the veterinarian, a nice woman, she wiggled and waggled and kissed and snorted love all over the place. The vet couldn't help laughing and squeezing her and baby-talking her. But as soon as the doctor gave Bridget the shot, like a switch turning off, Bridget's absolute joy turned to horror and distrust. She cried, looking at the vet, and probably thinking, this person is the worst betrayer of friendship ever! Bridget would have nothing to do with the doctor after that, no matter how much we all tried to sweet talk her back into the woman's good graces.

Like all dogs, Cinnamon seemed to know when the visit was all over, and it was time to go home. He pulled me out to the waiting room where another dog, luckily a small dog, wagged a long tail from one side of the body to the other, also happy to be out of the vet's line of fire. I never found out what happened to little Pom and her mom, but I imagined there was a growly mad little dog driving home by then. When Cinnamon and I left the office and sat on a bench near the library next door a moment, a fellow went by who had the reassuring figure of Santa Claus, and Cinnamon reached out in friendship, knowing there were no sharp parts to this man.

Author's Bio:Debbie lives and writes in Reno.  Her love for animals extends beyond her own pets, and includes her mom's poodles, too.  Cinnamon is one of her favorite buddies.

PetFolio Magazine Receives 2010 Best of Reno Award!

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PetFolio Magazine Receives 2010 Best of Reno Award 

U.S. Commerce Association’s Award Plaque Honors the Achievement

NEW YORK, NY, October 26, 2010 -- PetFolio Magazine has been selected for the 2010 Best of Reno Award in the Magazine Stand category by the U.S. Commerce Association (USCA).

The USCA "Best of Local Business" Award Program recognizes outstanding local businesses throughout the country. Each year, the USCA identifies companies that they believe have achieved exceptional marketing success in their local community and business category. These are local companies that enhance the positive image of small business through service to their customers and community.

Various sources of information were gathered and analyzed to choose the winners in each category. The 2010 USCA Award Program focuses on quality, not quantity. Winners are determined based on the information gathered both internally by the USCA and data provided by third parties.

About U.S. Commerce Association (USCA)

U.S. Commerce Association (USCA) is a New York City based organization funded by local businesses operating in towns, large and small, across America. The purpose of USCA is to promote local business through public relations, marketing and advertising.
The USCA was established to recognize the best of local businesses in their community. Our organization works exclusively with local business owners, trade groups, professional associations, chambers of commerce and other business advertising and marketing groups. Our mission is to be an advocate for small and medium size businesses and business entrepreneurs across America.
SOURCE: U.S. Commerce Association

CONTACT:
U.S. Commerce Association
Email: PublicRelations@uscaaward.com
URL: http://www.uscaaward.com

9th Annual Canine Costume Parade Wins Best in Show

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This is representative of the average dog on the street dressed for Howl-oween! Canines galore!!!