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Meet Kris:

Kristiina began her college career in 2008 as an English major at Sierra College, with the hopes of becoming a writer. Shortly after Kristiina received her associate’s in English, her cat became injured and she realized her love for caring for animals. Kristiina decided to make the unnerving decision to change her educational plans and join the veterinary technology program at Yuba College.

Kris’ Korner August/September 2018

Dear Readers,

Let me first say thank you for following Kris’ Korner. I hope you have enjoyed these short fictional stories. The stories are meant to be fun, cute and educational.

Kris’ Korner November 2018

Oh my goodness! The day has come! The absolute best day of the year, in my opinion. What day am I speaking of? Well, Thanksgiving, of course!

I can smell it in the air. Dad has the turkey in the oven and my mouth is watering. Mom is frantically running around the house dusting the furniture and sweeping the floors, yelling at the children to clean up their toys before Aunt Delores and Uncle Vernon arrive. With my advanced canine hearing, I’m the only one who can hear mom mumble under her breath, “Ugh, they always arrive early.”

We always have Thanksgiving at our house and I am so happy! For a small dachshund like myself, I can sure put away some turkey. For seven years now, I have managed to sneak some of the delicious turkey and mashed potatoes, with gravy of course. Every year mom or dad catch me under the table and in their best stern voice they say “Roxy, get out of the dining room!” or “Roxy, quit begging”. But, I’m cute and adorable and I can be very convincing. Besides, they get too distracted with their own meal to notice me anymore when I sneak back under the table.

The children are sly too. They’re always dropping scraps for me to finish when they’re too full or when their parents say “Three more bites and then you can have dessert”. Guess who gets those three bites? And no one is the wiser.

By the time Thanksgiving winds to an end, Uncle Vernon is asleep on the couch, while balancing a plate of pumpkin pie on his large belly. My mouth waters as I watch the plate go up and down in correlation with his breathing. When I’m sure that Uncle Vernon won’t wake up and no one is watching, I jump on the couch and grab the pie quick and quiet like. That’s right! Roxy gets dessert too!

After everyone has left, mom begins to clean and quickly realizes that my dog food bowl as been left untouched. “Roxy,” she says, “Have you been eating scraps all evening? You’ll make yourself sick! After today, you are going on a diet!” But I just waddle over to my bed and lie down. I’m exhausted from playing with the children and running away from Uncle Vernon’s massive feet!

The entire family falls asleep early on Thanksgiving with full bellies and happy hearts, but I wake only a couple hours after dozing off. My belly hurts and I know I have to go number two, if you know what I mean. My tummy hurts bad, but I don’t want to wake mom or dad. I’m always able to wait until morning!

I start pacing around the living room, when suddenly, it happens…I have an accident, right there on the living room rug. I’m mortified! This hasn’t happened since I was a pup and it smells terrible, and well, to be frank, just plain wrong.

I’m exhausted, and I just want to sleep, but my belly hurts and I’m beginning to drool everywhere. Ladies don’t drool! Something is very wrong. Next thing I know, all the food in my belly is coming back up and I can’t stop it!

This is when mom wakes up. I try to hide because I’m scared she’ll be mad that I had an accident, but instead the look on her face is the one only a mom can have when she is terribly concerned. She picks me up and bundles me in her robe. She quickly wakes dad and tells him that she is taking me to the emergency veterinarian.

On the short drive to the veterinarian’s office, I get sick three more times. Mom never yells at me or reprimands me. In her best soothing voice she simply tells me that all will be okay soon.

At the vet, mom holds me while the doctor examines me and pushes on my belly as gently as she can. My mom tattles on me about eating the Thanksgiving scraps.

The veterinarian explains to my mom that she suspects I have pancreatitis, likely brought on from years of sneaking the greasy, fattening human food. This Thanksgiving was the final straw apparently. At the age of seven, my body simply can’t handle such foods anymore.

It’s decided that I have to stay in the hospital to be rehydrated and to be given tummy medications. I’ve never been away from my parents before, and I know mom is having trouble leaving me, but she tells me everything will be okay and that I’ll get to go home soon. I have no choice, but to believe her.

Three days later, I’m headed home and feeling much better. The doctor and nurses took good care of me, but now I’m on a strict low fat diet, forever! Mom and dad say they have to put their foot down this time because they can’t stand to see me get that sick again. Even though my new food may not be as good as Thanksgiving turkey and mashed potatoes, I’m feeling much better and I’m back home with my family, which is what matters the most. I used to think Thanksgiving was the best day of the year, but now I realize each day I’m home with my family, is the best day ever!


Check out these resources for more information

Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease (FLUTD):

https://catfriendly.com/feline-diseases/lower-urinary-tract-disease/

Traveling with your Cat:

https://catfriendly.com/be-a-cat-friendly-caregiver/traveling-with-your-cat/


The season is coming! May's topic for Kris's Korner is Rattlesnake Awareness


Hello! My name is Rex and I am a 2 year old yellow lab. My human is the best human ever! He spends time with me every day and gives me belly rubs. I know I’m a spoiled pup. We love to spend as much time as we can outside. We get very restless when the weather won’t let us go outdoors, but now it is warming up and it hasn’t rained in a couple of days. My human says it’s springtime, whatever that means. It must have something to do with the sun peaking out of the clouds again. I’m very excited for our adventures. My human tells me that today is my birthday (whatever that is) and we are going on a great adventure to celebrate! He says it will be a day full of all my favorite activities.

 My favorite activities are eating, playing fetch and swimming at the river, so that’s just what we are going to do. The walk to the river is fun as he throws sticks for me to fetch along the way. We often run into other critters: squirrels (my favorite to chase even though my human won’t allow it), birds, mice, lizards; we even saw a bear once! My human tells me the woods are full of dangerous things, so I must stay close to him (to protect him of course). 

Finally we get to our favorite swimming hole, and I run and jump right in! My human runs in with me, but he doesn’t stay in the water like I do. He likes to lay on the warm rocks, but today, my dearest human gives me his full attention (since it’s my birthday and all). He never takes a break from throwing the sticks. It really is the best day!

On the final throw, he throws it extra hard and it lands on the other side of the river! I swim across the current (no matter how tired, I never give up on a stick) and find the stick on the bank. This bank feels warmer because there aren’t any trees to shade the rocks. I finally find the stick, but it is right next to an even better stick! This new stick is about the same color and size, but it is striped and one end of it is moving and making a rattling noise. Can you imagine? A stick that moves! My human and I are going to have so much fun with this one! 

I try to paw the stick closer to me and the rattling noise is getting louder. It wants to play too! I bend over to pick the stick up in my mouth and….OUCH!!! The pain is so dreadful and I feel like my face is on fire. I’m positive my head is ten times its normal size. Who would’ve thought that a stick can bite? I’m stunned and going into shock and all I can do is yell, “Ow! Ow! Ow!”. That’s when I realize that my human is braving the cold river and swimming across to me. At first, I think I’m in trouble because he has that look like he does when I chew on something I’m not supposed to. I’m barking at him and saying “Dad! The stick bit me! It bit me!”. He takes one look at the stick, still rattling a few yards away, and looks at my face and says “Oh no, Rex! You got bit by a rattlesnake! We must go to the hospital right away!”. I don’t know what a rattlesnake is, but I’m sure it can’t be good. This must be one of those dangerous things that I’m supposed to protect my human from. Well, I think I did my job! I just sure hope I never have to protect him from that thing again! 

On the way to the hospital, I try to rest, but I can’t get comfortable because my face is on fire. My human tries to speak calmly to me, but his voice is shaky and I know he’s worried. He keeps mumbling words like “vaccine” and “rattlesnake” and wondering if I’m up to date, whatever that means. I just want the pain to stop. 

When we arrive at the hospital, a sweet nurse approaches me and says that she is going to help me. She escorts us into a room (the same room I always get shots in, but I also get treats, so it’s not so bad). She offers me a treat, but I can’t even eat because I hurt too badly. The nurse asks my very worried human questions and assures him that I did have my rattlesnake vaccine this year. My human sighs in relief.

The doctor comes in with a shot (for the pain she says) and injects it under my skin. I don’t mind as long as she doesn’t touch my face, which she doesn’t. She ensures me that she only wants to make me feel better. The nurse then tells me that I’m going to have to stay the night with her in the hospital. I’m scared to leave my human who is telling me that everything will be okay and that I will see him tomorrow, but the medicine must be kicking in because I feel so much better!

My night in the hospital goes well. Of course I miss my human, but the nurses and assistants check on me frequently and give me plenty of belly rubs. I have fluids running into my arm (which feels a little weird) and the nurses give me medicine regularly. When the pain subsides enough, they even give me canned food! What a treat! I only ever get this on special occasions at home. I sleep comfortably through the night and the next morning the doctor is examining me. She is gentle and tells me everything will be okay. I have been feeling much better and I think she and the staff have something to do with that. The doctor then tells me that I get to go home! 

 I’m so excited to see my human. When I see him in the exam room, I jump in his lap. I really want to lick his face to show him how much I missed him, but my face is too swollen, so I just rub my body against him and wag my tail. I know he’s happy to see me as well. He doesn’t stop smiling and he keeps giving me belly rubs. On the way home, he tells me that I’m lucky I didn’t need the anti-venin (I don’t really know what that is, but I take his word for it). He says my hospital bill would have been twice as much (although he would have paid for any care necessary, of course.) He goes on mumbling how happy he is that he decided to get me vaccinated and he’s so happy it wasn’t worse. I don’t understand all the things he is saying, but I’m happy to be on my way home with the best human ever! Note to self: In the future, don’t play with sticks that rattle!

Check out this link information on the canine rattlesnake vaccine:

http://www.redrockbiologics.com/rattlesnake_vaccine_for_dogs.php