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Your American Bulldog will be okay. She should not have headache for a long while... just kidding.

Dogs are not so sensitive to acetaminophen toxicity than cats. For the size of your dog, she may need to consume up to 7 normal 500mg Tylenol tablets to succumb to their toxicity.

However, if you want to be sure, feed it with some active charcoal pills. Those that you buy for your own stomach problem. These charcoal pills will reduce the digestive absorption of Tylenol.

Vitamin C can be given so as to quicken the expeling of the acetaminophen.

From this point, please observe her for side effects. If she is very quiet, dull and having breathing difficulty, drooling a lot and even throwing up, send her to the vet immediately.

Your vet will most probably observe the dog for swelling on the face, mouth areas and also joints of the limbs. Poisoned dog will move in an awkward manner.

The serious symptoms are extreme stomachache, the eyes become yellow because of jaundice caused by liver failure. The gums and the skin will also change to a tinge of yellow. The dog may become sickly and not responding much to you.

Written by my own paws - Mercy

This morning, while we were having our breakfast, Daddy told us a story. It was so touching that Goodness and I wept. I will try my best to repeat the story here.

Great many moons ago, way back in the 19th Century, in a place known as Edinburgh in eh... Scotland, there was a handsome dashing amazing dog known as Bobby. He was not from our royal breed but a Skye Terrier. Anyway, even a terrier can be a hero. Bobby had a very good daddy whose name was John Gray. I bet this Mr. Gray may be as kind as our very own Daddy Albert. Apparently, Bobby's daddy worked for the Edinburgh City Police as a night watchman. Our own Daddy is also like a night watchman because he loves to work throughout the night. Mommy always says that Daddy is like a night owl. We wonder why because Daddy looks more like a penguin than an owl.

Anyway, our hero and his daddy had a very close relationship and they were inseparable for about twenty-four moons. Then the poor daddy died of tuberculosis. Daddy said that it had something to do with his lungs. Goodness and I discussed about this disease - maybe he had ice in his lungs because Daddy said that Edinburgh was very cold. It was 15 February 1858 when Bobby's daddy left this earth. Imagine, that must be many many moons ago. Goodness and I cannot even count that far because we don't have enough toes to do so. So... Bobby lost his daddy when he was very young... poor thing! 

Bobby's daddy was buried in a graveyard at Greyfriars Kirk. Now for the best part of this story - our hero lived for another 14 long years. Mmmm, that must be many many moons again. Well, our faithful Bobby spent the rest of his life guarding his daddy's grave. Next time, when our daddy goes to heaven, we will also guard his grave. Ooop, Mommy does not want us to talk about that. 

The kind people of a nearby restaurant fed our dear hero. That kept him alive. Goodness and I also love restaurant food. We must ask Mommy to bury Daddy near a restaurant. Ooop! Not saying anymore. During the winter time, when those icy soft stuffs known as snows fell, Bobby stayed with some of the people living around that area. When the weather became warmer, he would go and check his daddy's grave. Goodness and I have never seen snows in our lives. Daddy said that they are like ice cream. Maybe the reason why Bobby lived for such a long time was because he ate lots of ice cream snows.

Bobby was never adopted and so he never had another daddy to care for him. Nothing was said about Bobby's mommy. Mmmm, maybe he never had a mommy. So, Bobby was an orphan. Then apparently the government issued a stupid law that required all orphaned dogs to be killed. Bad! Bad! That law meant that Bobby had to be killed. So so cruel!

Thankfully, a kind man, Sir William Chambers, paid for Bobby's dog licence. You see this good man was the Lord Provost of Edinburgh. Daddy said that this man was a very important man and people had to address him as "your excellency'. I tried to get Goodness to address me as "your excellency" but she just ignored my request. No respect! Bow wow wow.

By the way, Sir William was also a big man who was in charge of all animals - he was the director of the Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. He protected Bobby and no one dared to touch him. Year after year, moon after moon, our hero guarded the grave of his daddy. Then in 1872, Bobby grew old and left for our doggies heaven. After he died, he was buried within the gate of Greyfriars Kirkyard, a short distance from his daddy's grave.

The people were so impressed by the dedication and love of Bobby that they made a statute of our hero. Looking at his statue, we notice that he was such a handsome fella. In 1981, the Dog Aid Society of Scotland erected a red granite stone gravestone for our hero at his burial site. On that beautiful gravestone was engraved these wonderful words - "Greyfriars Bobby - died 14th January 1872 - aged 16 years - Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all."

Bobby was honored in many movies and songs. However, today, Goodness and I honor Bobby by saluting this loyal son of John Gray with our very own paws. Bow wow wow.

The Official Site of Greyfriars Bobby

Written by my own paws - Mercy

Last month, I wrote an article about how you know about

How To Tell Whether Your Dogs Are Fighting or Playing

Here is an addition to my former thesis.

Goodness and I love to spar. We love to do our Dog-Fu fighting. Even though we ladies are the best in canine fighting techniques, when we spar, we are only playing.

Some humans name their females after us especially when these ladies are quarrelsome and emotionally ugly. Well, that is of course unfair to us. Why? Because we are not quarrelsome and emotionally ugly. We do not get emotional or nag - we just attack and if necessary bite hard.

Well, back to our Dog-Fu fighting. I just want all the readers to know that I always emerge the champion. So, in this house you have one champion (that's me) and a second champion (that's my sister). You see, I have been very gracious and do not call Goodness a loser. Another reason for not doing so is that my Mommy and Daddy do not permit that.

"We are a family of champions!" Mommy always says that.

Well, Daddy is more biblical, "We are a family of conquerors".

Daddy likes to quote from the bible that states that we are "more than conquerors" (Romans 8:37). I think Daddy should say that we are a family of "more than conquerors"... don't you think? Mmmm, all these theological stuffs are too much for me and worse off for Goodness. She goes 'kuku' whenever he preaches.

Okay, back to our Dog-Fu fighting. The scene is always a calm placid one until I snatch Goodness' bone. You see, my younger sister spends most of her time, chewing and chewing and chewing. It's so annoying to watch her jaw moving continually. Bow wow wow.

With a Ninja's leap, I grab the bone and run. In a flash, Goodness is up and chasing after me. The trick is for me to run and take cover behind the sofa. Goodness leaps up the sofa and falls right into my diversion trap.

You see, if Daddy is around, he will immediately scream, "No sofa!"

Poor Goodness has to reluctantly jump down from the sofa. Her short cut has become a delay instead. By that time, I have promptly buried the bone under the mat. Then I sit on the mat and wait. Sooner or later, the attack will come.

Goodness circles around me like a wolf. Then she charges and tries to knock me off the mat. Hah, I remain motionless - using the technique prescribed by the 'Ancient Canine Arts of War', the mountain does not move. Yes, in canine warfare, the right technique in this situation is to remain calm and unmovable. Bow wow wow!

The charge of the stupid brigade is useless against the mountain. As expected, Goodness trips over my firm well-built muscular body and crashes by the wall. Unperturbed by her stupidity, she charges again. Boom! She crashes against the sofa. After a few waves of attack, she finally settles down and pants with long tongue dripping saliva. Her brain waves finally activate and she goes for my leg.

Once again, the ancient instinct of the wolf triggers her intellect. She goes for the weakest part which is the lower part of the legs. The grip on one of my hind leg is not dangerous but painful. That forces me to rise and retaliate.

The bone is forgotten while we go for each others' legs. This goes on for a few minutes until the losing party retreats under the table. That of course, is usually Goodness. If we spar out on the porch, she will retreat under the car. Guess that is another technique learned from our ancient 'Art of War' manual - 'when in a weak position, retreat!'

The sparring continues until Daddy comes down from his study.

"Enough!"

Daddy's command stops all the fun. Fully satisfied with our sparring session, we settle in our own corners and catch a nap. Peace returns to the house while the forgotten bone lays neglected under the mat.

Question answered by Daddy Albert

Q: My poodle was 14 years old when she passed away. By that time, she had lost most of her teeth. Did the soft food cause her health to deteriorate and ultimately die?

A: I believe that soft food has nothing to do with the deteriorating health of your pet. If your soft food have sufficient nutrients to sustain her health, she should be able to live normally.

At 14 years old, your poodle was actually 72 to 78 years old based on human aging process. So, she had lived to a ripe old age. Some poodles may live to 17 years old and that will make them around 84 to 94 human years.

Diseases
Senior poodles may suffer from various diseases. Therefore it is important to have your poodle regularly checked by the vet. In this modern age, there are many new treatments that will keep ailments at bay.

Weight
Like human beings, your poodle needs to maintain a healthy weight. Senior poodles do gain weight easily and so it is vital to keep your poodle active by scheduling regular exercises like walking and playing. Please note that you are to make them regular but SHORT.. Do not prolong the time of the exercises and games - they are not good for canine primer timers.

Quality Food
I recommend that you get rid of the commercial dog food and give your poodle home-cooked food. Food fillers are not good for your senior poodle or any other older dogs.Ask your vet for more advice.

Canine Dental Care
Dental problem is most common with aging dogs. Daily brushing is important because it keeps the bacteria from building up in their mouths. Your local vet may be able to do the scraping so as to enhance the dental health of your dog.

Take Care of Your Aging Dog
Time flies especially when you are in love with your pet. Your dog ages very fast and it is important to observe its behaviors and other physical signs of weakness.

Do not hesitate to visit your vet if your dog is not feeling well. Like I have said, in this modern age, your vet has many good treatments that may enhance and prolong the life of your aging pet.

During the night, when Mommy returned from her work, she screamed for Daddy. Goodness and I thought that she had spotted the bone that we had hidden in the sofa. No, she was looking at me - straight in the eyes. Now that was scary. When Mommy stares, the world stops spinning. 

The next terrifying thing was when she walked menacingly towards me. The furs on my neck stood up in full attention. All the alarms rang in my head and my heart raced like a cat whose tail was on fire. However, the firm command, "stay" was paralyzing. Stayed I did and Mommy took my head in her gentle hands.

I had to pay a heavy price to have that privilege of bearing the title of ' Connie Dog'. First and foremost, I noticed that the rest of my body had disappeared from sight. I turned my head here and there, and still could not even take a peep at my behind. I could see my front paws but not the whole front legs. I knew that my head was still firmly attached to my body because I could feel every part of it.

One day, when Mommy and Daddy were having their nap after church, I personally demolished the white cone. Bow wow wow. Even though our parents were not too happy about my vengeful act, I must say that it was satisfaction beyond description. A double Bow wow wow.