Friday, July 31, 2009

Digital Dogs at Animal Center Sur El Medano

Check out Nikki's wooftastic exhibition of "digital dogs" at the Veterinary practice, Animal Center Sur (opposite the car park and football stadium) El Medano.

Profits of sales go to Live Arico

Here is an example of a couple of handsome pooches posing for the camera...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

K9 Tenerife Dog Rescue - Homes Needed

Doggys who need a loving home

Poor Bob was left at the kennels in this state, poor thing couldn't even see. He was covered in ticks, we are still removing them 4 days later, never seen so many on one dog before. he is around 1 year old. photos to follow of him after a haircut

Poodle male, around 1-2 years old


Podenco x, male, 5 months


Puppy, male, around 4 months old, to be medium size

Please ring the Kennels at K9 if you would like to rehome one of this dogs
Kennels - 667 638 468

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Animal Medical Care Foundation

Animal Medical Care Foundation is a fantastic organisation that helps animals shelters around the world by supplying medical equipment and care products, The foundation also informs the general public about animal welfare and encourages education and sterilisation projects within the countries they are given support to.

Any animal shelter around the world can apply to be member, send them a email and you will receive an application form.

The foundation is run by Betty Mercey-Heideman who has recently be named Netherland Ambassador to World Animal Day.

To find out more about ACMF view their website

The crew at Tenerife Dogs are well impressed with ACMF and definately gives their woof of approval to Betty for her hard work to improve the lives of rescue animals around the world.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Who Let The Dogs Out..!

This is one of Tenerife Dogs favourite music videos. But the question still remains, who did let the dogs out and why.. ?
A bit irresponsible methinks.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Another film from Dogville Shorts

Another film from Dogsville Shorts....

One very sweet pooch and four lovely cats need a home

One sweet medium sized dog and four lovely cats are looking for a home.

The owners unfortunately have to return to the UK quickly, they have been living in Tenerife for 7 years, so their decision to move back was not taken lightly.

Milly the Pooch, a real little darling was taken in by the owners as she was wandering around the streets of El Medano. Milly has a wonderful temperament, and of course doesn't mind living with cats.

Milly has had her Rabies injection to return to the Uk , but is not allowed back to Britain for another 3 months. So if anybody could give her a foster home for 4 months.
So if anybody could give her a foster home for 4 months , as her owners would ideally love to keep her.

One of the four cats also would like a foster home for 4 months.

The other 3 cats would be looking for a permanant home.

If anybody can help - please phone 647850274 or email

Milly -( Female). A Sweety

Delboy - is a very unusual cat he likes going for walkies, more like a dog really..!


Sweep - Female

Jamie Male (brother of Rodney)

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Dogs and changing light bulbs

Yorkshire Terrier: What me change a light bulb don't be daft... !, I am far to busy winding up the Rottweiller that lives next door.

Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?

Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.

Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!

Rottweiler: Make me.

Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.

Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!

German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.

Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.

Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!

Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or "We don't need no stinking light bulb."

Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?

Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...

Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

BAD TO THE BONE: Memoir Of A Rebel Doggie Blogger.

Just read a chapter of BAD TO THE BONE: Memoir Of A Rebel Doggie Blogger. Only read one chapter though, but what do you expect I am only a dog it takes half an hour just to negotiate turning over one page ....!.
Bad To The Bone is about a rescue dog called Bo and his life with his new 'wacky' parents and a constipated feline housemate, and chipmunk.
Here's the first chapter and it's truly wooftastic , all the crew at Tenerife dogs have had a read and have given it their doggy approval...
Make sure you check out the authors website you can buy a copy from September the 29th and it is available from Amazon..

Chapter One:

Of All the Gin Joints in All the World…

We met back in the early 90’s, December of ‘92 to be exact. I just had a major blowout with my first, somewhat dysfunctional family and decided that it was best for all if I just left. My foster dad gave me a ride to nowhere that ended up at a boarding house in Albany, NY. The place was great, warm with plenty of company, and their cheesy poof biscuits were to die for. On the downside, it was loud and smelly, not unlike me.

Even a lowly pug could smell her coming from miles away. It was Monday, as I recall, and the bells on the door jingled to announce her arrival. She was a beautiful blonde with a quick smile and a big heart. We’d seen this type before; they usually left with one of the pure bred puppies, but something was different about this one. My instincts told me that any canine would be darn lucky to go home with a dame like her, so I made it my top priority to be that hound.

She wandered back to where we lived. Frankly, I was a bit embarrassed about the condition of the place. Some of my cage mates were not very clean and some even took to pooping where they ate. My next cage neighbor’s lack of etiquette was particularly noteworthy as he took to eating kitty snickers (that’s slang for cat poo in the big house) openly. Sure they taste good, but you’re not getting adopted if you’re seen eating one.

As she came closer to my humble accommodations, I tried everything I could to grab her attention. When she finally got to me I made direct eye contact with her, angled my head at a 45 degree tilt and gave her my trademark BoPaw’ reach. As a bonus, my head as a pup was fully-grown, although my body wasn’t. While it would have been abnormal on any other dog, my oversized cranium actually made me cuter.

With the paw in the air and the bobble head turned just so, I stared into her eyes. I could see instantly she wanted me. Needed me. Had to have me. Hey who wouldn’t?

With her finely manicured nails, she reached out and petted me. She was clearly enjoying our encounter. How easy these humans are to manipulate, I thought. Her hands were refreshingly cool and her smell put me in a state of delight. I was in love. I could tell she loved me too.

After a few gushing, “He’s so cute!” comments, she took her hand out of my cage, gave me one last look and proceeded to move on to Pumpkin’s cage.

What?? Move on?! Hey, we just made a connection. You can’t move on. But that’s exactly what she did.

Realizing I was still sitting there with a half-cocked head and a paw in the air, I felt my muzzle glow red hot under my furry face as the other dogs chuckled with delight. After a few minutes I got my bearings back, but by then she had moved through the room, out the door and out of my life.

My hope for a better life was gone as quickly as it had come. A depression enveloped me. The brief glimpse of a superior existence with a loving, caring humanoid was replaced with the stark reality that I may spend the rest of my life at this boarding house. What was once a fun and refreshing place became a dark and daunting cave.

This brush with love, and the subsequent loss of it, had me thinking of ending things in this world. I had heard the stories of the different ways it was accomplished but I knew that if I were going to do it, there was only one way. I knew to whom I could turn.

His given name was Charlemagne Brutus the IV, but he was better known in the house as the Candyman. His studded dog collar betrayed an otherwise noble and tame appearance. C’man slept on the best blankets, drank from the shiniest bowls and rarely took to begging for human food. He was well connected and living life that way.

I approached Candyman during exercise time in the yard. While the other dogs were working on their begging routines, he let on to me that he had a shipment of Hershey’s Dark Chocolate candy bars on the way. For the right price he would let me have them. As the reader clearly knows, as did I, chocolate will kill a canine quicker than a game of “chase the cat” in traffic. Yeah, that quick.

I was desperate, I wanted out of this life and this was the easy path. Death by chocolate, as it is commonly referred to in the restaurant business, was only two Hershey bars away for me. Once ingested, I would soon be patrolling the pearly gates of heaven, looking of course for a place to dig out underneath it. Paradise awaited me.

I knew the price, two greenies and a peanut butter filled kong for each candy bar. The only problem, I had no money and I was unemployed. The price too steep, I resigned myself to the situation at hand. At least death would come seven times faster than it does for others on this lonely, desolate planet. I lay down and quickly dozed off.

“…and if you want any input into what kind of dog we get, I suggest you get your butt over here after work!” the angry voice yelled. The words came from an angel; the very same angel that had visited the dog reclamation center earlier in the day, although in the dream she seemed a little heavier. (Ed note: dreams add 10 lbs to your frame.) <End dream sequence, twitching and yelping>

When I awoke, the angel was standing over me. Next to her was a very handsome young man. So handsome you might think he was gay, but let me assure the reader he is not. The sexiest man alive looked at me and said, “He’s cute. Let’s get him.”

“I want you to look at this one over here too,” the angel countered.

What? Another dog? She’s betraying me all over again. Ice must surely flow through this one’s veins. Did I mention this all happening during the Christmas season? Was I just like a Douglas Fir being picked up, twirled and then tossed aside while the next Christmas tree gets evaluated?

Fortunately Prince Charming had his wits about him. “No, I like this one, he’s so dopey looking,” clearly referring to me, “We don’t need to look at any of the others. He’s the one.” I didn’t much care for his attitude but his decision-making capability was flawless.

Knowing that once prospective parents take a dog for a ‘test’ walk, they will adopt the pet 98% of the time, Nurse Cratchet saw her opportunity. “Would you like to take him out for a walk, just to make sure you like him?” she offered. She was eager to get rid of me after my failed attempt at unionizing the locals to get better victuals.

I was put on a leash and escorted out the door. Once outside I made a beeline for my potential owner’s car. It was easy to pick out; my sense of smell is incredible. In a show of respect I immediately peed on it. I then proceeded to ignore them as they fawned all over me. Once you have them this far, you show them you don’t want them and they’ll want you more. It’s a sick world, but you have to play by the rules. Remember, don’t hate the player; hate the game.

The ploy worked, they wanted me. With the decision made I pranced back toward my former home to pack my belongings.

“Not so fast my friend,” Cratchet cackled, “We need to make sure you get all your required shots before we can release you to these fine folks.”

What? I can’t leave yet? What a shot in the nads, which by the way were already gone. My new parents were informed to come pick me up later in the week.

As they went to put me back in my cage, I did my best to stop this course of action. With a rope around my neck, I sat down and forced two, it might have been three, of the staff’s goons to drag me across the floor and to my destination. What a sight it must have been. I glanced at my new owners who stared at the commotion with a half smile and a half shocked look that said, “What have we gotten ourselves into?” It’s a look they would share many times in our future together.

Like it or not, the ice princess and her prince were now my parents for life. I couldn’t be happier but I would soon realize the more family members you have the merrier it is.

Extract taken from

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Dog Leash Training

Dogs walk faster than humans can. Naturally, if you put them on a leash, they'll start pulling to get to whatever they're looking at faster. A dog, having what is called an opposition reflex, would lean on a pressure it feels on its neck and chest. Understanding this makes it clear that if you want to have a leisurely walk with your dog on a leash, you must begin dog leash training while your pet is still a few weeks-old puppy.

Begin by allowing your dog time to get used to the collar around his neck. When you put it on for the first time, your puppy will scratch, roll around or try to get it off. Make sure you fasten the collar securely and don't remove it when the dog is trying to. When he finally calmed down and shows signs of being comfortable with it, you can remove the collar for a short while. This teaches the dog two important things: first, that the collar won't come off when he wants it so he'd best get used to it and second, the collar is not a permanent attachment. Check the collar regularly to make sure it isn't too tight. Your dog grows in size and you need to adjust the collar regularly.

When the dog is ready, attach a leash to the collar and allow the dog time to adjust to the leash. Allot a few minutes every day to for leash training with your puppy and have some treats handy. Your goal is to be able to walk around with your dog on a leash without him pulling at the other end. This means you should be able to stand still with your dog and walk around at your pace, not his.

To get started, fasten the collar securely around your pup's neck and attach the leash. Hold the other end securely. Try and have the dog stand still beside you. When he starts to wander too far and pulls on the leash, call the dog back to your side and reward him with a treat when he does. When he finally is able to stand still beside you for the time you wish to, you can begin walking him around. When he wanders too far to the point of pulling on the leash, call him back to your side. Pull on the leash if needed. When the dog returns to a comfortable distance - walks beside you without pulling on the leash, reward him with a treat.

Do these training exercises with a reward system for several days or weeks or until your dog learns to consistently respect the leash. When your dog is finally able to stand still beside you or walk around your house or backyard with a loose leash, reward your dog with a lot of praise, hugs or pats and some treats. He is ready to be taken out for a walk.

Remember that to condition your dog to respect the leash, focus on allowing your dog to progress forward when the leash is loose. If you allow your pet to proceed forward when the leash is tight, you're teaching him to pull.

Pet Article courtesy of

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Fat Dogs..!

This makes me so mad, over feeding your pooch , its a form of cruelty.

Dogs need a well balanced diet to stay healthy. Beer and dougnuts is definitely not the type of food you should be feeding your mutt ..!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Rescue dogs from Poochies Hotel

Here are a few doggys looking for a loving home





Please phone or email if you would like to give one of this doggys a home. 661099365

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Poochies Pet Hotel

Poochies Pet Hotel was first opened in 2008 by Pete and Fiona after a cancelled trip to the UK, due to unsuccessfully looking for a Pet Hotel for their own two dogs Poochie ( Pressa, a Canarian breed) and Thumper ( A little Yorkie).

Pete and Fiona looked at six different Hotels but were not happy with any of them, so they decided after a discussion with Eugenio from Live Arico , whom they help out with raising funds etc, to move from their Villa in the Golf to a big Finca in El Rio, and run a Pet Hotel as if their own pooches where staying there...!

Poochies Hotel specialise in quarantine for the UK......
Pete explains "When someone has to go back to the UK and can't afford to take their dogs even though they love them, we will help by looking after their dogs and getting flight boxes and help raise the money to get their dogs home."

Pete and Fiona also help out K9, Dingo dogs and Acontier by rehoming dogs. Finding attractive looking dogs or pedigree dogs from the shelters, they then take about 6 or 7 dogs at a time and clean bath and clip them, de flea and worm them, then try to get them new homes........
Pete explains "The reason we do this is because some people would certainly take a scruffy dog away from a rescue shelter to give them a second chance, but some people won't take a dog from a shelter because they look ill and dirty and may bring germs into their homes"

Poochies have a 5000m2 fenced play area as well as spacious, purpose built kennels with their own runs. The dogs in their care are walked twice daily or as per their normal routine, and short or long term care is provided as well as vet visit

Tenerife dogs definately gives the thumbs up to Poochies Pet Hotel they not only care about the dogs that come to stay with them for a short stay but also care deeply about the abandoned dogs of Tenerife..!

If you would like your pooch to stay at Pete and Fiona's Hotel, or would like to donate flight boxes please phone or email 661099365

Queuing up for a bath at poochies..!


Friday, July 3, 2009

Interesting facts about dogs

  1. It is a myth that dogs are color blind. They can actually see in color, just not as vividly as humans. It is akin to our vision at dusk.
  2. Dogs DO have better low-light vision than humans because of a special light-reflecting layer behind their retinas
  3. If never spayed or neutered, a female dog, her mate, and their puppies could productover 66,000 dogs in 6 years!
  4. Dogs’ only sweat glands are between their paw pads
  5. Like human babies, Chihuahuas are born with a soft spot in their skull which closes with age
  6. The breed Lundehune has 6 toes and can close its ears
  7. Teddy Roosevelt’s dog, Pete, ripped a French ambassador’s pants off at the White House
  8. President Lyndon Johnson had two beagles named Him and Her
  9. In Roman times, mastiffs donned light armor and were sent after mounted knights
  10. The Russians trained dogs during WWII to run suicide missions with mines strapped to their backs
  11. A dog’s mouth exerts 150-200 pounds of pressure per square inch… with some dogs exerting up to 450 pounds per squre inch.
  12. A one year old dog is as mature, physically, as a 15 year old human
  13. The U.S. has the highest dog population in the world
  14. France has the 2nd highest
  15. The average city dog lives 3 years longer than a country dog
  16. 87% of dog owners say their dog curls up beside them or at their feet while they watch T.V.
  17. Dogs can be trained to detect epileptic seizures
  18. Newfoundlands are great swimmers because of their webbed feet
  19. Basset Hounds cannot swim
  20. Greyhounds are the fastest dogs on earth, with speeds of up to 45 miles per hour
  21. Three dogs survived the sinking of the Titanic – a Newfoundland, a Pomeranian, and a Pekingese
  22. Obesity is the 1st health problem among dogs
  23. Dog’s nose prints are as unique as a human’s finger prints and can be used to accurately identify them
  24. At the end of the Beatles’ song “A Day in the Life”, a high-pitched dog whistle was recorded by Paul McCartney for his sheepdog
  25. 70% of people sign their pet’s name on greeting and holiday cards
  26. 58% put pets in family and holiday portraits
  27. There are only 350 Cisky Terriers in the world – perhaps the rarest breed
  28. The phrase “raining cats and dogs” originated in 17th century England when it is believed that many cats and dogs drowned during heavy periods of rain.
  29. Dogs have no sense of “time”