KEEPING OUR PETS ALIVE AND WELL- Physically - Mentally - Spiritually
3 Separate Stories - One with Vlad, with Molly, and with Martin.. all this year!
This is the story of 3 of our dogs, Molly, Vlad, and Martin, (with Caleb and Marshall thrown in as counterpoint).. how each of the 3 were delivered from harm - that ye may enjoy like results with your pets.
I had a short episode of panic tonight over our dog Molly, but recovered - to also recover her. The story is worth telling though, because the information could save the life of your dog!
I’ve had pets my whole life. In my childhood, we always had a dog, and parakeets. This is me in Tully, NY in 1976 with an Arabian stallion, ‘Wartez’, that I rode daily on a dairy farm where I worked between semesters at Syracuse University.
Later that same year, I found my first Australian Shepherd.. Campbell. I’ve had - and admired - Aussies ever since.
In Virginia, where my son grew up, we had 3 Aussies at one point. Our bird choice at the time was ‘guinea hens’. Here are 3 and 3 congregating in the downstairs foyer.
My son grew up with dogs. Here he is holding Caleb a 10- month old Australian Shepherd, and amazingly intelligent and beautiful dog. I sometimes wonder if it was Caleb’s untimely demise that so rocked Nick, that he stopped being a ‘dog person’.
He actually grew more attached to our chickens after Caleb died at the tender age of 10 months. There is something about losing a dog, that is very hard to take even as an adult, but as a kid of 10 years old, to lose his special puppy, it was terrible.
Caleb was killed by a word curse. You know the kind I mean? Like the one that Jacob unwittingly put on his beloved wife, Rachel. She died soon after in childbirth. Consider Genesis 31:32 -
With whomsoever thou findest thy gods, let him not live: before our brethren discern thou what is thine with me, and take it to thee. For Jacob knew not that Rachel had stolen them.
It was the year 2010; A neighbor of ours had seen our puppy get out our front door a few times, and roam the front of our house alone - waiting for Nick to get home from school. He said to his mom one day - “That dog’s gunna get hit by a car”.
(2010 was a terrible year already, having started on January 1st with a fire in the Art Gallery - where 38 of his dad’s (Andre’s) paintings hung. 37 of them were lost. (The only painting that survived the huge gallery fire, was a Russian style icon of Jesus Christ that Andre had painted. Andre later donated it to a Russian church near us in Virginia.)
2010 was also the year our house went into foreclosure1. Little Caleb was new in our life and bringing us so much joy, I actually told someone, in spite of all the trials that 2010 had brought upon us, that - Caleb was the ‘light and joy’ of our lives that year.
Then he got hit by a car, just as the kid said.
Not on our street either, but it happened nonetheless. I picked Caleb’s broken body up and put it on my bed in my room - and prayed over him for 3 days - till he finally smelled so bad, we buried him. It was so hard to let go. Nick came home from school on the fateful day, and saw his broken dog and howled. I’ll never forget it. (Strangely enough, though Zack had not meant any harm with his words that cursed our dog - a month later his own dog - a Chihuahua, ran out into the street and also got killed by a car.)
We lost Caleb’s buddy Marshall too. Nick’s ‘other’ dog. Marshall, our red Aussie, was so smart he knew how to work the fence handle till the door would swing open, and he’d go out and visit 4 legged friends in our neighborhood. Everybody knew him! He’d always come home, or we’d get a call and go get him; Sometimes our mailman brought him home. But on 2 occasions, over the course of the years, the dog pound got him.. And in Fairfax County Virginia, that meant vaccines..
They picked Marshall up twice, a beautiful healthy animal, and nailed him each time with vaccinations. They had no medical records.. had no idea how many shots he already had, and had no idea what his reaction would be. It didn’t matter.. (Just as it doesn’t matter to doctors who treat children, and will nail them with shot after shot, because that’s how they get the kickbacks that pay for their house and cars..)
The 2nd time they picked him up, the dog pound gave Marshall - not one - but TWO vaccines.. one in his rump, and one in his nose. From that day onward, his face broke out into large swollen abcesses.. that would swell and swell until they burst blood on our walls.
He suffered unmercifully for 3 years,.. (The shelter absolved themselves of any responsibility (just like doctors do with kids), and the vets could do nothing. Marshall died of a burst spleen at the tender age of 9.
TONIGHT, BEFORE SUNSET, I WAS AT THE ERIE CANAL WITH 3 DOGS - VLADIMIR, MOLLY AND MARTIN - (Martin has only just returned to us 2 days ago - when his buyer of last year had a crisis..), Suddenly I suspected something (a snake?) bit Molly.. and I panicked. She had her nose in the bushes, when she made a sudden jump backwards, and started acting strange. I put them all back in the car and went home to check her. At home she puked twice,. I was racking my brain to remember which of my Godly medicines. to apply for a ‘snake bite’? What about for a dog? Is that what happened? A bite? My head was racing..
Today I was terribly tired again. By now my brain was all in a fog - so I took Molly to a local 24 hour emergency clinic to have them test her vitals. Andre came with me to help, and told me a most remarkable story in the car - that he’d never told me before.. (I’ll tell you in a few moments..)
Did you ever notice that in some crises, you remain cool as a cucumber, but in others you lose your composure? That’s what happened to me tonight.
The Funny thing is, 2 years ago when my son Nick blew his hand wide open with an M-80 (doing a WWII re-enactment film), cool as a cucumber- I took his hand, wrapped it with a kitchen towel - calmly prayed the blood of Christ into it - and took him to the hospital for stitches.
He was totally healed without any medical attention save for the stitches.
His hand went from this..
…To this in just 3 weeks..
NO hand surgery, NO pain MEDS, NO ANTIBIOTICS. Nothing but prayer.
So with faith like that, how come I lost my cool tonight? Animals can affect us powerfully. At least, they do to me. They’re guileless. Made to love, comfort, and accompany us.. asking little in return. They’re faithful friends.. and often a friend indeed, when there is a need, when everyone else has flown the coop.
I cried when I saw this photo... The bird is reacting to seeing his dead wife.
It’s just ‘who I am’. When it comes to animals, I think many of us may be like this.. We can fall to pieces. :>/
BUT IT’S MORE THAN THAT.
I STUDY MEDICINES TO KNOW HOW TO TREAT MYSELF AND OTHERS ->
BUT USING MEDICINES TO TREAT ANIMALS, IS ANOTHER STUDY- IN AND OF ITSELF, that you MUST TAKE THE TIME for - IF YOU ARE TO MINISTER TO THEM CORRECTLY.
I WASN’T SURE WHAT TO DO FOR MOLLY, BECAUSE I WASN’T SURE WHAT HAPPENED.. AND MY HEAD WAS SPINNING TOO FAST TO RECALL WHAT I’D READ ABOUT SNAKE BITES. THIS FELT LIKE A ‘DO OR DIE’ SCENARIO - IF I DIDN’T ACT QUICKLY...
AT LEAST WITH VLAD’S INJURY, I DIDN’T FEEL RUSHED..
VLADS STORY
EARLIER THIS YEAR - AFTER HAVING STUDIED THEM - I USED CHLORINE DIOXIDE and DMSO TO HEAL MY DOG ‘VLAD’S LACERATION - (After he’d yanked out all the stitches.) IT WORKED MIRACULOUSLY! (You can see that post HERE and HERE and HERE)
His foot recovered rapidly, without the least infection.
In 2021, Molly was bitten by a tick on her neck, and came down with a terrible case of Lyme disease.
Her hair fell out in chunks, and she went lame.
CHLORINE DIOXIDE
At that time I had only just learned about Chlorine Dioxide (CDS) (Also known as MMS), I tested it first on myself - and then medicated Molly with it - curing Molly of Lyme Disease in only SEVEN DAYS - with FIFTY CENTS worth of medicine.
HER RECOVERY WAS SO COMPLETE, SHE HAD HER FIRST HEAT (at age 6) AND HAD HER FIRST PUPPIES IN 2022! (Thank you Vlad)
Tomorrow I’ll tell you what happened tonight. And I’ll tell you the story Andre told me from Russia, about snake bites - that he’d never told me before..
Peace to you in Christ, Victoria
We got out of foreclosure at the 11th hour, paying the balance of the arrears in full (miraculously) - just seconds before the bank closed on ‘D’ day.. (The day they were to take the house). (We later sold it for full price and moved back to NY)
Oddly, wild dogs do just fine in big Cities. I guess if they have a few close calls they figure-out cars.
What? No gate locks? Can't keep your dogs out of the street? I make heroic efforts since at about 10 years old I failed to secure a porch door and never saw out Springer Spaniel again. Still, our current do g rushed past me at the front door and was in the street instantly. Luckily I was able to tackle him. He was "too happy" to get out the front door and would not come to my call.