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BELIZE BUZZ Wednesdays

April 29, 2009 by Sonia Marsh

What great comments you shared. I hope you answer some of my questions below.

Jacki said…

How sad it is when you consider that dogs here in the US get better health care than most, if not all, developing countries around the world.

Many times I sit and wonder what could be accomplished if people took the money they spend on their pets for luxury items (like dog bakeries and day spas) and donated it to charities.

Pets give us so much joy and we love the way they offer us “unconditional love.” What I found strange is that dogs in Belize don’t react the same way when you want to pet them. They seem very wild, and mistrust people. They don’t seem to offer that “unconditional love,” so maybe it’s our treats and pampering that make our pets into true pets. I just came up with that. What do you think?

Jody Hedlund said…

Wow! What a contrast! Sometimes we forget how rich we are in our country. Even the “poor” in our country have it much better than most poor around the world. A great perspective to remember at this time of economic hardship in our country. If we can afford exotic doggie treats, than are we really suffering?

I think we need to ask: 1) Who’s spending $5.00 on a designer cake for dogs.
2) For some people a dog is their CHILD. Many who don’t have kids, spoil their pets
in the same way as some parents spoil their kids.
What do you say?

Lady Glamis said…

I haven’t seen vets places like that, but I have seen kennels that are INSANELY expensive and ridiculously posh for canines and felines. All of this really does make one wonder how much our economy really is suffering, you know? Like Jody says.

Let’s look at who pays for those expensive kennels. My husband used to work in a “cheap” kennel where they hose them down with running water and there’s cement runs. Not the carpeted and TV rooms for dogs, so they can feel like there’s still at home.

LadyFi said…

It has long been known, however, that dog and cat food sold in the UK is more nutritious than the food served up to old people in England. That is truly sick!

I can’t believe that. What do they serve the old people? I went to boarding school in Felixstowe, and perhaps the same applies to what they served us there. I’ll never forget the disgusting Shepherds pie. I have no clue what was in it. Perhaps imported Chinese dog meat?

The worst case was the Canton market in China where the dogs were hung up by their necks (after being strangled) and skinned. Still, if you are prepared to eat cows and cute lambs or horses, why not dog? (I’m vegetarian so don’t actually indulge myself..)

When did you become a vegetarian? During your time in China?

The Blonde Duck said…

The first vet I went to overcharged us terribly and told me Bitty needed doggie braces! It was ridiculous!

Now, that’s outrageous, although I have heard of teeth bleaching for dogs. Have you?

E said…

Tomorrow we will take these goofy lambs to the vet for shots and neutering etc. The vet will think we are nuts, but while we wait she will serve us a latte. So who is the nut?

Did you get your latte? Do lambs go to a regular vet in an office or is this a special farm vet?

Brenda said…

In Paraguay their are so many emaciated ill dogs running around, but no one does anything about it. I never understood it. When we asked, people always told us it was someone elses responsibility, but we never knew who that “someone else” was.

Yes, those stray dogs don’t seem to belong to anyone in particular, yet they also have their own stray buddies and remind me of teenage gangs when they prowl around neighborhoods.

There HAS to be a happy medium between what we do in the west and what is done in developing countries.

Jungle Mom said…

All too familiar.
I should mention that in one of the tribes in the jungle, the hunting dogs were a prized and cherished possession, of value equal to and perhaps greater than the wife. If the dog needed food and there was none, a nursing woman would be made to nurse the dog. I have seen this done.
Not a comfortable thing to watch when a small infant is crying for food!

Now that is shocking. Never heard of that. Does it still go on? I love hearing from all around the world.


Little Me said…

I lived in Paris for a good long time and in certain Parisian classes little dogs are given treatments I could not afford to give myself.
What kind of treatments? I’d love to hear.

A few years ago I heard of a dog bakery being opened, by an American woman in fact, but I will have to google the details. It must have been a good 5 years ago. I wonder if she was a success. Please let us know what you discover.

BLOGitse said…

Traditionally calling a human as a dog is an insult, mainly in Arab countries but here too.

A couple of weeks ago I saw a tiny monkey in a cage, again the cage too small.

I don’t understand why we humans want to put animals into cages to suffer.

I guess it’s the same all over the world, here too, rich are richer and poor are and will be poor.

An animal is an animal. It doesn’t understand if his food is beautifully decorated or not.
We humans are really stupid and selfish!

Yes, I always feel sorry for animals in cages. Even in the zoos. The most amazing zoo I saw was in Belize, where the animals still had their jungle environment. It was the most eco/animal friendly zoo I’ve ever seen.

Anonymous said…

As I was filling out two pages of cat adoption forms and promising to never ever let kitty go outside, I had to wonder about all the children who need homes. I think priorities are sadly misplaced.
The problem is most want babies without problems, not orphans who are older with physical and mental problems.

Miss Footloose said…

What bothered me sometimes was going out to eat in a nice restaurant in whatever country we were staying, have a meal, a glass of wine, and spend 40 bucks or so and then feel guilty because 40 dollars would feed a local family of four for a month … and here we were just spending it on one meal because we felt like eating out.

I am in the US for now, and what really bothers me is people complaining about how expensive things are.
What do you think? Things are cheap here compared to say, Europe? I’d love to hear your views.

Rob-bear said…

I don’t know what “outrageously expensive” is when it comes to vets. Last time I took our dog for a check up, it cost about Cdn$50.00. ….We worked hard to keep our dogs healthy, so about once a year was as often as they needed to go; $50. a year isn’t bad.

Too bad kids in Belize can’t be looked after for $50 per year, for food. Or even kids in the U.S., for health care.

So I guess you don’t get your dogs teeth cleaned where they put them under anesthesia. That costs a fortune at most vets in the U.S. The expensive vet I mentioned with granite countertops, wanted to do blood work first on Cookie, for $90.00 before he would clean her teeth, which was another $250. Forget that. Others wanted you to sign up for a monthly dental check-up. Not even I go for cleaning every month, so why should my dog?

I don’t know how I would manage living in places of truly grinding poverty. My stomach gets upset just thinking about it.

4) Monday is Belize day: The dogs in Belize.

April 27, 2009 by Sonia Marsh

As we drove through Corozal, I saw town through my kids’ eyes for the first time. Everything looked third world: stray, anorexic dogs, barefooted kids chasing cars along the dusty road and shacks under construction, or maybe destruction. The frame of a rusty abandoned car rested on the dust-powdered road, tire-less and window-less. The car door had been replaced with a torn sheet and next to the entrance, sat a green bucket with rags resting on its rim. This was someone’s home and one day, we saw the owner. The man looked like one of the stray dogs, a broken hip, limping, caked hair with bare patches and diseased. The filth on his skin and clothing made the homeless in Los Angeles look glamorous.

Only two weeks ago, I had stepped inside a “Dog Bakery,” in Newport Beach, California. Curious to see what patisseries dog owners were buying, I found a selection of freshly baked designer treats in a refrigerated display case. Individually hand decorated dog treats, each with colorful flowers and frosting reminded me of mini-wedding cakes. My mouth watered and I asked the sales person if humans could eat them. She gave me a strange look and said, “They’re made with flavors that dogs enjoy.”

There was only one vet in Corozal and her office sat opposite Frank’s, the butcher. The vet’s front door, just like Frank’s, stood wide open to the street. I peeked inside and saw a large, dark-skinned Belizean woman sitting behind a metal desk. There were no customers or dogs waiting. I couldn’t imagine anyone but expats bringing their dogs to her.

I felt awkward, almost embarrassed to ask this woman if she had enzyme chew sticks to clean my dog’s teeth. Most Belizean kids didn’t own a toothbrush and here I was concerned about reducing plaque on my rat terrier’s teeth.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said.

Upon returning to the U.S., I took Cookie to a new vet where the waiting room had granite counter tops, flat screen TVs and comfy armchairs. I felt like I was at a luxury spa for humans. Their prices reflected this, and I told them they were too expensive and left before they had time to check my dog. I found a reasonable vet twenty miles away. It didn’t make sense that a check-up for my dog cost more than a Doctor’s visit for my kids.

For those of you living the expat life, does this sound familiar?

Have you encountered a dog bakery or vet like the one I found?

Do you find vets outrageously expensive where you live?

Any comments or discussions you’d like to start, please mention, and on BELIZE BUZZ, Wednesday, I shall post them together with a link to your blog.

Thanks, and enjoy your week blogging.

What exercise has done for me.

April 24, 2009 by Sonia Marsh

Pat Anderson asked me to be a guest blogger about fitness for over 50-year-olds on her blog. I agreed and hope you visit her and read my post on: What Exercise Has Done For Me afitnessminuteblog.com

Here’s some information about Pat Anderson

* Personal Trainer for 20 years
* National Level Competitive Bodybuilder for 10 years, winning several championships
* Prior to her personal training business, she was an Assistant Warden for the Nevada Dept. Prisons
* Produced workout video Fitness After Fifty
* Authored lowfat cookbook The Guilt-Free Gourmet
* Instructed numerous fitness and nutrition classes
* Lecturer on nutrition and fitness for various businesses and organizations
* Author of numerous articles on nutrition and fitness

If you don’t like to exercise, please tell me you’re inspired to start an exercise program now. You’ll make my day.

3) BELIZE BUZZ – No I’m not LATE , my dog ate my computer

April 23, 2009 by Sonia Marsh

No, I’m NOT LATE, see the guilty look on Cookie’s face? It’s all her fault. She’s in so much trouble. Last night she ate my computer. I SWEAR.

Back to work. Thanks for all your interesting comments. I grouped your answers below.

Lady Glamis said…

So how well did that cream work?

The cream seemed to work at the time, but I’m not sure if it was because anything cool, on a swollen bug bite would feel soothing. Carol really believed in her cream and protected her recipe like a secret agent.

Countries/Areas where people stop by:

Denmark: Kelli Norgaard
England: LadyFi
Iowa, U.S.A: GrammaAnn
Oklahoma, Indiana: Stacy Nykos
New Zealand: Mad Bush Farm
Paraguay: Jungle Mom

Cities/ people either too busy, have to call first or don’t stop by:

Chicago: Lauren, Crimogenic
Sweden: Lady Fi
Egypt: BLOGitse
Finland: BLOGitse

Places/Countries where it depends who your friends are:

???
Hit40,
Paraguay: Betty, Brenda
Canada: Rob-bear


Back in February 2009, Crimogenic offered me this Award and I promised I would accept it and submit it to bloggers I admire plus I have to reveal 5 obsessions and pass it on, so here goes:

Gutsy Writer’s 5 obsessions are:

1) Weight lifting (heavy)
2) Blogging/Writing
3) Strong great coffee
4) American Idol
5) Belize and TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD.

I decided to pass this along to just a couple of friends who are starting out with their blogs, and to one whom I’d like to encourage to reach out to more people as she has a very interesting blog:

Kimberly Keilbach
Dodie Cross
Miss Footloose

FRIDAY I’M A GUEST BLOGGER ON A FITNESS MINUTE WITH PAT ANDERSON.

3) Monday is Belize Day-"Just stop by." Not used to that.

April 20, 2009 by Sonia Marsh

“Just stop by,” the expats would say. So I did just that, something rarely done in Orange County especially when you hardly knew the person.

We had a new life in Belize and I needed help. Advice on schools, grocery shopping, what local Belizeans were like, where I could get a supply of fresh milk.

Carol, a French Canadian who lived in Corozal, was the only expat I knew with kids. Her front door stood wide open maximizing on sea breezes from the bay of Chetumal. Air-conditioning was non-existent in most houses. Carol invited me in for some refreshing watermelon juice. Her house was the size of a large bus and squished on the side sat a trailer they’d brought with them from Quebec. Carol told me they preferred the trailer to the house, “because it’s air-tight. Mosquitoes can’t get in, so we sleep in the trailer,” she said. I found this very strange that they’d pay for a house, yet sleep in the trailer.

Carol needed to talk just as much as I did. We sat on a couple of Mennonite chairs in her shower-size kitchen when a truck drove by and Carol knew, from the sound of the engine, this was the “Crystal” water guy. He walked straight into her kitchen and dropped off a 5 gallon plastic container of water. She searched for a coin in her soap dish container, to pay him.

Carol answered all of my questions regarding shopping and then handed me a gringo expat list of names and phone numbers for me to keep. I was amazed at how everyone helped one another here. I complained about the bug bites and Carol lifted her trim body from the kitchen chair and tiptoed to her bathroom, returning with a tin of cream she’d made herself. “What’s it made from?” I asked.
“I invented it,” she said. “I mix beeswax, olive oil and herbs. “Here,” she said, handing me the tin. “Try it. Tell me if it works.” I thanked her and spread a dollop on some swollen mounds on my legs. Carol stared, waiting to see my reaction. I smiled and told her it was a miracle cream. She wanted to market it locally, and called it her “very secret recipe.”

A guy on a scooter stopped in front of Carol’s house and honked. “It’s the mailman,” she said. She greeted him and returned holding only one letter, no junk mail. I thought how wonderful to live in a country where trees aren’t cut down and turned into junk mail. Back in California, I never bothered to look at junk mail. I hated the glossy photos of garages that looked better than many living rooms around the world. I felt embarrassed that people would need a granite-looking garage floor to park their perfectly shiny SUV or Mercedes. Who cared what the garage floor looked like, certainly not the car. I used to throw junk mail into recycling, without even looking at it.

I’d like to know where you live now and whether you can just stop by to visit? Do you have to call first, or make an appointment to visit with a friend or neighbor?

Any comments on junk mail, and whether you read it, need it, etc?

Any questions or comments you have, I shall be happy to answer on BELIZE BUZZ Wednesday, where I link your question to your blog, and answer it.

Thanks, and have a great week blogging. Enjoy life.

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