By the way, I forgot to mention that the breeds of dogs that have the hardest time adjusting to Panama's humid weather are the following:
American cocker spaniel
basset hound
dachshund
English setter
poodle
schnauzer
Shetland sheepdog
shih tzu
many terrier breeds including the West Highland white, Australian, Jack Russell, etc.
Most water dogs, such as labs and retrievers, have fewer skin problems but you may notice a rise in ear infections, also due to the humidity.
May I please point out that this list is by no means conclusive. Just the other day, I ran into a lady who's Rottweiler had a severe case of dermatitis. She said she was sure it would get better when dry season got here. Only problem is dry season is still 3 months away.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Doggone it!
We've been here a just over a year now. As I've managed to adapt more to my surroundings, our poor pup has been worse for the wear. Living in an apartment for the first time in his short little life took a little getting used to - the potty pads, the elevators, the limited green space, and the lack of sidewalks. But, he's been a real trooper. What's really gotten under his skin has been the humidity - literally. It started out last year as occasional circular marks on his abdomen, manageable but itchy. This year, however, as rainy season has progressed, it has become ulcerated skin lesions, hair lose, and uncontrollable scratching. Despite wiping him down every time we come back from a walk, despite keeping him out of the rain when possible, he has still gotten a bad case of dermatitis. So, I decided to take him to the veterinarian.
Veterinary service here is usually first come first served. When I arrived at the vet’s office, I was relieved to find I was the only one in the waiting room. Wonderful! So, I checked in, sat down, and tried to calm my nervous pooch. (He’d been planning his escape from the time we exited the car.) 20 minutes pass and then 30. Still the only one in the waiting room. I ask if the vet is even there. Yes, but she’s busy with another client. Ah. Ok. 45 minutes. Will she be available soon? My baby had lost at least a pound in saliva production by then. Couldn’t say. Should I go elsewhere? Don’t worry, she’ll be ready for you soon. Another lady comes rushing in in a state of panic. An emergency. She, of course, goes before me. I understand. An hour and 15 minutes. I’ve learned to be more patient here, but I still have limits. I head to another clinic. What a line! Wait time – about an hour. Sigh. So, I head home and do what I should have done in the first place, call my dad, who just happens to be a veterinarian. Diagnosis and “prescription” are given over the phone. It’s been about a week now, and he’s doing better. Please, oh, please, if you plan on bringing a dog to Panama, have Head & Shoulders shampoo available. It will be your secret weapon.
But, this was my breaking point in a series of experiences in inadequate or unacceptable dog care here. Long story short – veterinarians do not receive the same level of education as those in more developed nations, and kennel facilities give marginal care, making good friends who are willing to take care of your furry baby a necessity if you’d like to travel. Two specific examples leap to mind – When our dog got his vaccinations, he was given one for Coronavirus, apparently used instead of Bordatella. Within hours of the injections, his snout started to swell, so I called the vet. It was thought that it was a reaction from the cream that had been placed on his nose. (The cream, by the way, was to help heal a gash he had sustained while in a kennel.) No need to overreact. But, by closing time, our baby had started scratching like crazy, drawing blood. Hives had formed. He started a fever. I had no idea what to do. It was Friday after 6 p.m., and just over an hour earlier I had been told I was overreacting. So, I called my dad. He gave me an over - the - phone diagnosis and prescription, which helped us get through the night. The next day, a different vet confirmed he had an allergic reaction to the vaccine. Now back to that gash on his nose. During Thanksgiving last year, we left our dog in what is supposedly one of the best kennels here in Panama – they even asked if we had any specific instructions we wanted them to follow. By the time we returned, our previously docile baby had learned how to bark with the best of them, he had lost 3 pounds (he’s a mini-dachshund by the way), he had chewed apart his bed, and his nose had a nasty laceration. No explanation was given for any of this. Instead, I was admonished for having a dog that barked so much. Come to find out, part of the reason he was barking and injured nose was because he was asking to be let out to do his “duty”, something they only permitted once a day. Again, these are just 2 examples.
So, now, my husband and I made the heartbreaking decision to send our little guy back to the States to live with my parents, a place where he will hopefully no longer suffer from his allergies and where we know he will be well taken care of. In a few weeks, we will be on a plane – barring any problems in getting government paperwork completed on time. Sigh.
Veterinary service here is usually first come first served. When I arrived at the vet’s office, I was relieved to find I was the only one in the waiting room. Wonderful! So, I checked in, sat down, and tried to calm my nervous pooch. (He’d been planning his escape from the time we exited the car.) 20 minutes pass and then 30. Still the only one in the waiting room. I ask if the vet is even there. Yes, but she’s busy with another client. Ah. Ok. 45 minutes. Will she be available soon? My baby had lost at least a pound in saliva production by then. Couldn’t say. Should I go elsewhere? Don’t worry, she’ll be ready for you soon. Another lady comes rushing in in a state of panic. An emergency. She, of course, goes before me. I understand. An hour and 15 minutes. I’ve learned to be more patient here, but I still have limits. I head to another clinic. What a line! Wait time – about an hour. Sigh. So, I head home and do what I should have done in the first place, call my dad, who just happens to be a veterinarian. Diagnosis and “prescription” are given over the phone. It’s been about a week now, and he’s doing better. Please, oh, please, if you plan on bringing a dog to Panama, have Head & Shoulders shampoo available. It will be your secret weapon.
But, this was my breaking point in a series of experiences in inadequate or unacceptable dog care here. Long story short – veterinarians do not receive the same level of education as those in more developed nations, and kennel facilities give marginal care, making good friends who are willing to take care of your furry baby a necessity if you’d like to travel. Two specific examples leap to mind – When our dog got his vaccinations, he was given one for Coronavirus, apparently used instead of Bordatella. Within hours of the injections, his snout started to swell, so I called the vet. It was thought that it was a reaction from the cream that had been placed on his nose. (The cream, by the way, was to help heal a gash he had sustained while in a kennel.) No need to overreact. But, by closing time, our baby had started scratching like crazy, drawing blood. Hives had formed. He started a fever. I had no idea what to do. It was Friday after 6 p.m., and just over an hour earlier I had been told I was overreacting. So, I called my dad. He gave me an over - the - phone diagnosis and prescription, which helped us get through the night. The next day, a different vet confirmed he had an allergic reaction to the vaccine. Now back to that gash on his nose. During Thanksgiving last year, we left our dog in what is supposedly one of the best kennels here in Panama – they even asked if we had any specific instructions we wanted them to follow. By the time we returned, our previously docile baby had learned how to bark with the best of them, he had lost 3 pounds (he’s a mini-dachshund by the way), he had chewed apart his bed, and his nose had a nasty laceration. No explanation was given for any of this. Instead, I was admonished for having a dog that barked so much. Come to find out, part of the reason he was barking and injured nose was because he was asking to be let out to do his “duty”, something they only permitted once a day. Again, these are just 2 examples.
So, now, my husband and I made the heartbreaking decision to send our little guy back to the States to live with my parents, a place where he will hopefully no longer suffer from his allergies and where we know he will be well taken care of. In a few weeks, we will be on a plane – barring any problems in getting government paperwork completed on time. Sigh.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Indiscreet Question
There’s this “concierge” worker in our building that I have taken a liking to for his strong work ethic and for his straightforwardness when speaking and dealing with people. He has a welcoming smile and a witty sense of humor. He’s a humble but proud man from the Kuna tribe.
Occasionally, I ask him to help me with odd jobs around the apartment, mainly because he appreciates earning extra money and is truly thankful for the opportunity, and also, because (in full disclosure) if he does the work, it means I don’t have to.
The other day, I asked him to clean the balcony – outside windows, floors, and furniture. With all the construction, the place gets quite dusty. On this particular day, he asked if he could ask me an “indiscreet” question. Well, of course, it would depend on the question, I answered. But, I would answer if I could. And so the conversation goes:
- What do you do all day? (He probably sees me as a rich woman with nothing to do but outsource work.)
- Well, 4 days a week, I teach. Some days I take yoga class. I clean the apartment, and on days like today, I go to an orphanage to hold babies and play with toddlers.
- Really? Which orphanage?
- Malambo
- Ah, that’s close to where I live.
- Really?
- Yeah, there are lots of Kuna kids there.
- Yes, I have seen a few.
- So, why don’t you have children? You don’t want any?
- (A touchy subject for me, but I’m getting better at answering) No, I would love to have children, but I can’t. We have tried. I’ve lost three pregnancies.
- Oh, I’m sorry. That must be tough.
- Yes, but I’m learning to accept it.
- Have you thought about adopting?
- Yes, we have. It’s quite a process.
- Do you want children?
- (Thinking to myself – where is this going?) Well…. I love kids, but I’m not sure how they could fit into our lives right now.
- 'Cause if you want some kids, I can get you some kids.
- (What?!? Did I hear what I thought I just heard?!? He can get me kids??? Curb the surprised facial expression.) Oh, I don’t think it’s that easy. The international adoption laws…
- No, I can get you some. I know some Kuna women who would give you their kids.
- Oh, that’s very sweet of you, but I think it would be a little difficult.
- No, I know a Chilean couple who took some kids. They adopted them.
- Um, well, I don’t know how long we will be here and how easy it would be to move to another country with the children.
- Well, if you want some kids, let me know. I’ll get them for you.
- Thanks. So kind of you.
And he smiled and got back to work.
I have since learned that the Kuna will, at times, offer their kids to people they believe are better off than they. This is a way of making sure their children grow up with better opportunities and possibly a better future.
Occasionally, I ask him to help me with odd jobs around the apartment, mainly because he appreciates earning extra money and is truly thankful for the opportunity, and also, because (in full disclosure) if he does the work, it means I don’t have to.
The other day, I asked him to clean the balcony – outside windows, floors, and furniture. With all the construction, the place gets quite dusty. On this particular day, he asked if he could ask me an “indiscreet” question. Well, of course, it would depend on the question, I answered. But, I would answer if I could. And so the conversation goes:
- What do you do all day? (He probably sees me as a rich woman with nothing to do but outsource work.)
- Well, 4 days a week, I teach. Some days I take yoga class. I clean the apartment, and on days like today, I go to an orphanage to hold babies and play with toddlers.
- Really? Which orphanage?
- Malambo
- Ah, that’s close to where I live.
- Really?
- Yeah, there are lots of Kuna kids there.
- Yes, I have seen a few.
- So, why don’t you have children? You don’t want any?
- (A touchy subject for me, but I’m getting better at answering) No, I would love to have children, but I can’t. We have tried. I’ve lost three pregnancies.
- Oh, I’m sorry. That must be tough.
- Yes, but I’m learning to accept it.
- Have you thought about adopting?
- Yes, we have. It’s quite a process.
- Do you want children?
- (Thinking to myself – where is this going?) Well…. I love kids, but I’m not sure how they could fit into our lives right now.
- 'Cause if you want some kids, I can get you some kids.
- (What?!? Did I hear what I thought I just heard?!? He can get me kids??? Curb the surprised facial expression.) Oh, I don’t think it’s that easy. The international adoption laws…
- No, I can get you some. I know some Kuna women who would give you their kids.
- Oh, that’s very sweet of you, but I think it would be a little difficult.
- No, I know a Chilean couple who took some kids. They adopted them.
- Um, well, I don’t know how long we will be here and how easy it would be to move to another country with the children.
- Well, if you want some kids, let me know. I’ll get them for you.
- Thanks. So kind of you.
And he smiled and got back to work.
I have since learned that the Kuna will, at times, offer their kids to people they believe are better off than they. This is a way of making sure their children grow up with better opportunities and possibly a better future.
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