Friday, May 7, 2010

The Other Popeye

Popeye here.



Yes, that is a belly band around my head. Don't judge.

So the other night, while the humans were asleep, I was on the computer researching the latest stock exchange prices when I came across Auntie Jen's website. Auntie Jen lives in a galaxy far far away called Alabama and offers pet care services, pooch parties, and puppy weddings. And while I haven't found that special someone who will make an honest dog of me, I did see something else on Auntie Jen's website that I knew Foster Mum would be interested in.

This is Popeye:


Notice the resemblance?





See, he's only got 2 legs like me. Popeye lives at the Rainbow Bridge now, but who'd'a thunk there would be another Popeye the 2-legged dog in the existence of the whole universe?

Foster Mum wrote to Auntie Jen and Auntie Jen was kind enough to reply:

The Popeye I knew lived in Australia. He (or rather his wonderful mummy, Ali) gave me the name Auntie Jen, as I lived with her (and other times in the same neighbourhood as her) for two years and helped her care for him.

My friend Ali is the one who invented Popeye's wheels and his "swimmers." He did hop around her yard like a little squirrel. He was such a sweetheart. However, when we got those wheels on him, he would take off down the road like a bullet--I'd have to remind him of the speed limit!

He had a lot of upper-body strength and would use that strength to pull his back end (attached to the wheels) down the road. From time to time, he would come out of them and we'd have to re-attach them.

When we got to the beach, we'd trade the wheels out for his swimmers. He loved to "run" down the beach, fetch coconuts, and body surf with his dog buddies, so the swimmers helped prevent scrapes to his backside.

His back legs were paralyzed at an early age, and had to be removed, so most of his life (outside of his home) was spent on wheels. He had quite the active social life--and volunteered as a very successful collector for a branch of the RSPCA.

When we'd get back to the house from the beach or other outing, he'd hop around the yard. Ali had some workers smooth out the rocks on her back patio for his comfort. She had lush green grass. And Popeye had his own kiddie pool, with a ramp she built so he could hop up it and into the water to cool off.

Foster Mum has seen several 2-legged dogs online before but never has she seen one move in quite the same way that I do. That means she's also never seen one with quite the same contraptions that I have to help me get around. Until Auntie Jen's Popeye that is.

When I first went to live with her, she tried to convert a little dolly on wheels for me so that I could sit on it and push myself around, much like Auntie Jen's Popeye had in the 2nd picture above. But her mechanical skills are worse than mine and she couldn't get it to work. So it's interesting for her to see another dog with such a similar piece of equipment.

Anyway, it's too bad you need a spaceship to get to Alabama. Otherwise, I'd have Auntie Jen throw me a huge whopping party with all the fixins'--courtesy of Foster Mum of course!

Follow-up email from Auntie Jen:

I cried my eyes out with tears of joy when I got your latest email. I am floored and so honoured. Thank you so much.

That is the single most uplifting and inspiring video I have ever seen. And the music is so perfect, too.

I read the blog, and it made me feel so good in so many ways. The fact that you posted our boys side by side like that, and posted my story about my Popeye with pics...well, it just moved me.

By the way, I have a huge crush on your Popeye. He's just beautiful!

As for the wheels--When my Popeye was in the backyard, he went without wheels. We only used the wheels when he was out collecting for the RSPCA or speeding down the street to get to the beach to hang with his mates. :)

I want to say the platform for the wheels was something like a foot by 3/4 foot and half moon shaped. This was seven years ago, so my memory of it isn't as sharp as it used to be. The length of the platform was just enough for his backside to fit, basically. Underneath the platform were two wheels. And they were the smaller rollerskating wheels--not the big, round ones I remember from childhood. For lack of a better description, I remember them looking like large Lifesaver candies, if that makes sense. :)

As for keeping him in them, that was the trickiest part, at least for me. His mummy designed the skates, but I often took him on outings, so I got a lot of experience with keeping him in the skates.

The straps were basically a set of four velcro straps that we'd criss-cross, coming up from his groin/stomach area and affixing to velcro that crossed over the opposing hip. What I remember being the trickiest thing about it was finding that balance in how snug to make the connection. Too loose and he'd come out; too tight and his movements would put too much pressure on the velcro, and he'd come out. Fortunately, the wheels were low to the ground, and he had supervision during these times, so coming out of them didn't seem to phase him.

We also had some ways that we dealt with the absorption of moisture. Please let me know if that's a concern for you and your Popeye, and I will explain how we helped to prevent that, especially since the material that covered the platform caused him to sweat.

I am so impressed with the wheels you have invented. Boy, can he run! He looks so happy. Looks like he's a beach dog, too. I love that still of him running under the Golden Gate. :)

Thanks again for contacting me and posting what you posted and sharing the video with me. You made far more than just my day. And it's my honour to be able to share anything that might benefit you. Feel free to share any of this with others. Being able to be a friend to animals and the people who love them is what I live for.

Many Thanks,
Jennifer
aka Auntie Jen

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Easter Sunday


Miko, Logan, Sugar, Popeye, Boomer (and the human, Tyler)


Miko (still super fearful)


Sugar biting Logan's long legs


Phoebe joins in



Sugar says, "I'll take you down like a deer."


Boomer fetching.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sugar & Popeye Play

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sugar Visits Crazy Lady

I'm a guest poster on Sugar's blog. Follow the yellow brick road:
http://lifewithsugar.blogspot.com/2010/03/visit-with-crazy-lady.html

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Double Trouble

We dogs had a contest to see who could hogtie Foster Mum the fastest and lock her in the closet first. I won, which means I get to be blog boss today.



I'm Popeye, in case you've forgotten. And I know you covet these ears.

Crazy Lady just had major surgery yesterday and will have to go through an intense regiment of therapy afterwards, so her dog Sugar (who was one of Foster Mum's fosters) is staying with us. She's from Taiwan, just like me. We're almost twins, except I'm a manlier specimen of studliness.



Scary, huh? To know that there are two of us out there!

You know who should really be scared? Phoebe the pitbull! Her ankles will never know a moment of peace now!



Just like old times.



Why is there a picture of the dogs' asses here?



Ah, that was the picture I was looking for. Don't we all look happy here? Well, don't fall for it! That's just a Photoshop trick of Foster Mum's. She starves us on just 7.5 lbs of freshly ground raw meat and vegetables a day. Where are the dog treats I say! What, that 1 slab of dehydrated jerky doesn't count! The biscuits don't either. And carrots are for rabbits. Do I look like a rabbit?



Wait.

Now do I look like a rabbit??



And she's a slave-driver, always expecting us to perform herculean feats like "sit, " "down," "go to bed," and the very worst of all, "stay." Over and over, every day. Aren't there laws against dog labor? We're pooped!

It's not as bad for me, Phoebe, and Boomer--we're used to it now. But Sugar, well, just look at her.



She's fainted! From starvation and exhaustion!


"Uh, dude, can I get up now?"

"Pssstt, not yet! Get back down!"



Where was I? Oh yeah, starvation and exhaustion! Somebody help us get outta here while there's still time. Or better yet, send some treat relief! A couple of extra toys wouldn't come amiss either.

Uh oh, I hear Foster Mum coming. She must've gotten loose. Boomer is sure going to get in trouble when I blame everything on him.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Rolling out the Red Carpet for Popeye

Well, it's not actually red and it's not actually a carpet. But it is for Popeye. They're actually foam mats. Foam mats are often hyped as "anti-fatigue" and are said to reduce strain on the feet, ankles, legs, and back. I hadn't heard any of that when I first saw these at Costco.

What immediately came to my mind was that these would be great for Popeye. They're about a quarter of an inch thick, so fairly cushiony. Something similar to those thicker foamy type mousepads.



Our house is mostly carpeted except for the kitchen area and the walkway between the front and back doors. Those are tiled. So when Popeye hops around there, they are very hard on his bum. Keep in mind he has no fat or muscle in his rear, so his tailbone is hitting that tile every time.

We had lined the walkway with a bunch of old rugs. Aside from not being that cushioned, they were a hassle to vacuum (the ends would always get sucked up in the vacuum cleaner), plus the dogs would eventually fold them over when they ran. But they were better than nothing.

So I was excited when I saw these foam mats. We bought 18 of them. Enough to line the tile from the front door all the way to the back room.



They are great because not only do they provide a good deal of cushion for Popeye's bum, they are easy to clean, they stay put, and they are no-slip. These would be great for pets who had trouble balancing on smooth, slippery surfaces, such as those suffering from arthritis or degenerative myelopathy.



Now Popeye can bounce around with all his might when he's chasing the other dogs (somehow he's the one always doing the chasing), and I don't have to cringe everytime his butt hits the floor.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Some Very Well Trained Dogs

Of course I'm not talking about our dogs. The dogs who featured in K9 Christmas have hit the beach this time.



Thanks, Robin, for sharing this video.