Tragically, the Northern Bottlenose whale had suffered from severe dehydration, which meant it was suffering from kidney failure, when it became entangled on Monday night.

There was a super saving system, where humans attempted bravely to save the whale’s life. At one point the trained medics felt that the had to issue a lethal injection to put the whale to sleep. Yet, the whale then swam out to sea yet again. Regrettably, it came back towards the coast again and was beached for a second and concluding time.

The vets concluded that the only caring thing to do would be to supply the lethal injection, which they did on Friday morning. They used Immobilon, which was a very prompt and fatal strength of anaesthetic.

If the mammal weren’t put to sleep, the experts believe that it would have taken about 2 further days for the animal to die, during which it would have remained sick and distressed.

It seemed bizarre that the 6 tonne mammalian, which is usually found about 3000 miles away, ended up here on Hayling Island, but it is another wonderful story that Hampshire’s Hayling Island brings to its history.

There were around a dozen firefighters, police, coastguard personnel as well as members of the Hayling Island harvour lifeboat staff involved in the attempt.

BODY TYPE:

Height: 10 inches (at shoulder)

Weight: 7-8 pounds

Ears are erect and usually cropped to a point.

Tail is docked and carried high.

PERSONALITY:

Loyal and devoted pal. Tends to be a one-person dog.

A mark of its terrier blood is the tendency for the Affenpinscher to become hyper excited.

Headstrong and quite fearless against any size aggressor.

Carries itself with a comical seriousness.

Intelligent but not particularly trainable. The Affenpinscher has a mind of its own.

COAT:

Harsh wiry coat is short on the body, longer on head and legs. A definite mustache and beard give the dog a monkey-face expression.

Black is the preferred color but black with tan markings, red or gray mixtures are allowed.

Moderate upkeep. Should not be bathed too often as this destroys the crisp, wirehaired feel of the coat.

TIPS:

Affe means ape or monkey in German.

An excellent companion for those whose physical activities are limited.

For its size, the Affenpinscher is a good watchdog.

This breed is quite rare and finding a puppy may be difficult.

HEALTH CONCERNS:

The tiny size and fearless nature can lead to broken bones.

Teeth require special care

Slipped stifle (subluxated patella) can cause the dog to have a “hitch” in its movement.

Prominent eyes are subject to scratches and ulcers.

Fungal infections in wrinkle between nose and eyes.

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Dog Breeds

Depending in how smoothly you change your gears, how well you handle your brakes, Buster or Buddy or is it Lassie becomes confident. You can bet your bottom dollar that when dogs get together they sure must be discussing the type of driver their masters and mistresses are. “My master’s a maniac, I dread going out, I think I’ve got a slipped disc!” “I want to report mine to the SPCA! I’m becoming a nervous wreck!” “Mine’s a gem!” Remember: Drive smooth! Drive slow! Drive safe! And remember the poor dog has no safety belt to hold him safe. Years ago I had a pom; Micky who loved sitting in the front seat, majestically and regally, looking with disdain at the strays she passed by. What I had done was to take her out in the car as a pup, let the windows down a bit so she could get the wind on her face, but she didn’t like the wind, she loved looking through the front, all went well till one fine day, I had to suddenly brake and poor Mick fell.

From that day Micky sat on the back seat, where she wouldn’t get hurt as bad as in the front. On a long drive if you can have someone sit with your dog, there’s nothing as good as that. You’ll find the dog pushing himself just a little onto the person to keep his balance and once he’s got that sorted out he enjoys the drive. What your dog needs on a drive is total trust in the driver, and this comes when you the driver drive with the dog in mind.

Once in a way encourage him to lie on the floor with someone he’s used to, he’ll just have a long snooze and when you hear him snore you’ll know you’ve passed the dogs driving test. “My master’s a gem!” he’ll say proudly when he comes back after a long drive, ” I’m just waiting for another long trip with him. Woof! Woof..!”

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Who names a cat Emus? The cat originally was named Amos, but my nephew’s best attempt at saying “Amos” resulted in “Emus.” Thus Emus became the cat’s name. But that’s not the end of the story. You see, Amos or Emus, was a male cat, so we thought. Maybe that’s why Amos/Emus died giving birth to kittens! The moral to this story… don’t let your male cat get pregnant!

It leads me to wonder just where the breakdown was. Was Emus traumatized because of a his/her name? Did Emus feel he/she had something to prove by getting pregnant? Should this have been my ticket to fame and fortune? Would the fine folks at Ripley’s Believe It or Not have featured a pregnant male cat in one of their museums? I guess I’ll never know.

I think the problem started with the name. My philosophy is that the cat was socially ostracized because of the name. Thus, with a poor self image, Emus began looking for acceptance. He thought he was a male… but failed in his relationships because, well, I think you understand.

So Emus had an identity crisis… he/she wanted to be a mother but had the name of a father. Then, a night of unbridled passion resulted in Emus becoming what no father ever wants to become–a mother!

Shocked, embarrassed, and confused, Emus began to put on some weight. First he/she hid the weight from others, then blamed it on a chemical imbalance. But, finally, the truth appeared in the form of 5 kittens. Emus couldn’t stand the shame… he/she had the name of a father, the physique of a mother, and was overwhelmed by the products of that one-night-stand!

Emus couldn’t take it, and passed away on that cold July night when the snow piled up against the screen door of our Georgia home. (That’s not true, but it makes the story sound a bit more like something from the Waltons.)

Thus, the moral of the story–don’t give your kids weird names! First of all, no one can spell it. Secondly, no one can pronounce it. And thirdly, your child with the weird name will spend the remainder of his or her life explaining why you did this dastardly act.

Emus might still be alive today if he/she had been named Sylvia or Maddy. Things might have turned out better if he/she had been named a gender-neutral name like Fluffy or Roadkill. But, the perversion of the male name attached to a female cat proved to be more weight that any cat could carry!

So, choose names wisely… there’s a lot riding on your decision! Think about it!

Dr. Terry Hadaway is an author, motivational speaker, university professor, and conference leader who is recognized as a leading authority on elearning, decision-making, and adult education. Visit http://www.thinkingboxmedia.com for more information.