Seriously, I don’t know why people let their cats roam. As of late, there are more and more signs being thrown up. In fact, we had quite a few toy dogs being lost to coyotes over the summer and fall; the ‘yotes were actually brave enough to nab them off the walkers’ leash. Usually coyotes are not a problem.
However back home, it is considered commonsense to keep the cats indoor if we don’t want the coyotes stalking the suburbia. There should be no need for these warning signs throughout the Greater Vancouver Metro Area. If someone is idiotic enough to believe coyotes don’t treat cats as walking buffets, here is a famous video on YouTube:
You don’t need no damn duck dog to retrieve a fowl! It’s so easy, even a spitz can do it.
Of course, supposedly these dogs are not expected to retrieve to hand, but rather head to dry land and wait for their master. They can do it though– it just seems like people don’t require them to.
There is no future for the Swedish Vallhunds as a herding breed in many parts of the world. The nature of the cattle industry has gone on a scale of a factory-farms; and droving breeds like the Australian Shepherds, along with Blue Heelers and certain strains of Border Collies, are needed for those large-scale operations of five-hundred plus heads of meat-cattle. However British Columbia has a history of using farm shepherds for hunting bears and cougars; along with varmint control, rabbiting and retrieving shot birds prior to the rise of the materialistic middle- and upper-class and their narrowed focus on owning specialized breeds for the sake of inflating one’s affluent status. [See Scottie Westfall's application of Thorstein Veblen's Theory of the Leisure Class.] So, there is no reason a Swedish Vallhund could not be used for unorthodox purposes and be accused of losing their original herding instinct.
As to date, Riley the Vallhund has pursued a bear when he was only 7-months old; nailed a rabbit; disposed a skunk; and caught a black squirrel. He is actually developing into a nice hunting dog.
Although the Douglas Squirrel is protected in British Columbia, the Eastern Grey Squirrel, introduced to Stanley Park in 1909, are not; and sadly, they started out-competing the Douglas. Unfortunately, because of the bleeding hearts, the spread of the notorious grey squirrels was also extended throughout the Fraser Valley under the foolish and short-sighted trap-and-release program. However as designated by Schedule C of British Columbia’s Wildlife Act, they are considered as an invasive species. Because of this clause, it is a past-time for some people to take their dogs to let them loose on the squirrels.
Applicable excerpts of the law is as follows:
Exemption from section 26 (1) (c) of the Act
11 (1) A person is exempted from sections 11 (1) and 26 (1) (c) of the Wildlife Act where wildlife listed in Schedule C is hunted, taken, trapped, wounded or killed.
(2) Subsection (1) does not apply where the hunting, taking, trapping, wounding or killing of the animal occurs
(a) on private land without the permission of the landowner or occupier, or
(b) in a manner prohibited by law.
(3) Despite subsection (1), the exemption from section 11 (1) does not apply to the following:
(a) species of the genus Corvus — crows;
(b) Pica pica — black-billed magpie;
(c) Molothrus ater — brown-headed cowbird.
[en. B.C. Reg. 202/91, App. 3, s. 1; am. B.C. Reg. 171/2006, s. (d).]
Schedule C
[sections 10 (1) (a), 11 (1), 4, 2 (1), 6 (1)]
[en. B.C. Reg. 253/2000, App. 2, s. 9.]
1 Mammals of the following species:
(a) all species of the genus Sciurus — gray and fox squirrels;
(b) Didelphis virginiana — North American opossum;
(c) Sylvilagus floridanus — eastern cottontail;
(d) Oryctolagus cuniculus — European rabbit;
(e) Myocastor coypus — nutria.
2 Birds of the following species or their nests or eggs:
(a) all species of the genus Corvus — crows, except Corvus corax — common raven;
(b) Pica pica — black-billed magpie;
(c) Sturnus vulgaris — European starling;
(d) Passer domesticus — house sparrow;
(e) Columbia livia — rock dove;
(f) Molothrus ater — brown-headed cowbird.
3 Amphibians of the following species:
(a) Rana catesbeiana — bullfrog;
(b) Rana clamitans — green frog.
4 Reptiles of the following species:
(a) all species of the family Chelydridae — snapping turtles.
For many weeks after Riley discovered squirrels live in the trees, upon witnessing them jumping from branch to branch across the local roads, he took a keen interest in them and started treeing them and annoying the neighbourhood with his Elkhound-like bark which echoes for miles around. Recently, he also figured out if he stalked them, he could actually get close enough to catch them. In addition, he learned a trick in order catch them off-track, he would have to go behind the trunk before they make the loop-the-loop. Last week, he caught his first tree critter— and tripped the vermin up. Unfortunately, Riley blew his chance at quickly ending the poor squirrel’s life and crippled the hind-end. As obligated by the mentioned Wildlife Act:
Requirement to kill injured wildlife
4 If a person injures wildlife listed in Schedule B or C, the person must kill that wildlife.
[en. B.C. Reg. 253/2000, App. 2, s. 3.]
I had to dispatch the squirrel in the most humane way I know of as applied when I kept rodents for laboratory purposes as recommended by the AVMA: cervical dislocation by holding down the head and yanking the tail; and left the carcass for the crows and ravens to feast upon. Upon returning home, the Easterner in a chatroom gave me heck for not turning the squirrel into gravy.
Now, there isn’t a culture of squirrel-eating in the West; it is predominant on the Eastern Seaboard far north as New Brunswick down to the South where they use small dogs called feists for treeing squirrels. Out in the West, it is considered as a hill-billy thing to do to eat squirrel; consuming vermin is an activity of the lower-class. In fact, I am sure if my family knew I ate a squirrel, I would be disowned.
However that is not to say there isn’t a squirrel-hunting culture; there is, and there isn’t: some of the fur-trappers in Alberta will shoot martens and squirrels out of the tree to skin them for the European market. I know of one unverified account in northern Alberta of someone using a bark-pointer, said to be a Finnish Spitz, to hunt pine martens for commercial purposes. However the latter is just a rumour. Now, I am not entirely sure if the above is cricket under British Columbia’s trapping regulations.
Scottie Westfall, located in West Virginia, sent me this clip the next time Riley wrassle with a grey squirrel:
Now if a hipster goes the way of a redneck, what does it make him?
Recently, one of the hunting dogs I came to admire was debarked. His voice was very hoarse; barely audible with 50 yards compared to about a click and a half or more before the procedure. It bothered me, and it still does. For a long time, why the guts considered it an offending act was puzzling.
Now, the practice of debarking is quite common in North America as more and more people are enforcing noise disturbance laws. Most people love their dogs and surrendering them is unfathomable. While it is not necessarily a problem with small companion dogs, it is the independent ones that are of concern.
Now, debarking is a very simple procedure and many dogs don’t realize they have been debarked; as we currently understand canine psychology, at worst, the dogs merely only believe they have a cold or a tickling of the throat. How this done is simply by snipping the vocal cord, or cauterizing it with laser. There is very little blood, if any at all, seldom anesthesia is required and the dog is back to its normal self within the hour. It is not that complex. It’s quick and painless.
Being said, there are nations which haven’t been far removed from their hunting roots who can control their excessively noisy dog in a crowded apartment complex or in an oversaturated suburbia. Unfortunately, most on this side of the pond are forced to carry out such minor procedures to skirt confrontations with the Homeowner’s Associations and landlords with little or no time for corrections due to hectic pace of life.
Now, even with the consideration debarking is a painless and harmless procedure, i still contend it could be considered as a form of animal cruelty. One may argue it is done out of necessity to own a hunting breed in the city. Actually, it is not a necessity to own a hunting dog at all– let alone pander to one’s exotic tastes.
So why could it be considered as neglect if one debarks a dog? Anyone with a hunting breed will tell you they wander and they are crafty enough to escape the attention of their owners, even while on a leash. They will find a way.
When these bold dogs are out of sight of the owners, they tend to bay up critters; or they will cross path with a hungry courageous being which has been stalking the dog. Hardly a hypothetical situation. At one point or another, a dog will run into a predator or an aggressive ungulate. Now, barking is a natural sentry reaction toward other animals. In such event, while canines know their limits, owners are obligated to assist their dog in dissolving the scenario by coming to their distress or by asserting it is okay to back off. So, it actually quite cruel to subject a debarked dog to such, often accidental and unintentional, situations.
Even if there is no large game to corner, free-roaming dogs get stuck in odd places: a crevice within the rockface, on a rotting log in middle of a lake and so on. In this day and age of radio telemetry and GPS collars, sometimes the only times a dog can be recovered is to listen for the pitiful howling and whimpers.
It is not the case of “what ifs” with any independent-thinking individuals, but rather “when will it”. The way these dogs are wired is something that cannot be ignored Even if the owner is not a hunter, adhering to the peace-loving philosophy, the dog is not going to bend to the will of his master. Expecting otherwise is being in denial of a dog’s true nature.
In most cases, it is highly unlikely the average dog owner will ever face such a problematic issue. However with exceptional dogs, calculating the risks should be factored in.
Shocked? So am I. That’s no Golden! It’s a HUSKY! Wait, not a husky, a Finnish Spitz. See, the Soviets developed their own strain of generalist hunting dogs by mixing dogs of the Karelia territory: Finnish Spitz, Norrbottenspitz and Karelian Bear Dogs in Moscow and Leningrad. However the kennels collapsed post-WWII, and Finnish Spitzes were imported heavily to resurrect the doomed breed. From that, the Russian rednecks devised the Karelo-Finnish Laika.
It is curious however since many spitzes don’t readily go to water like the British retrieving breeds. So the association of waterfowls and spitzes never really connected in my head. It is important to note, however, these dogs are not expected to retrieve to hand but rather retrieve ducks and geese from marshes and tall grasses. Understandable. Note to self: don’t be a control freak.
Apparently these dogs retrieve quite naturally, probably because of their high prey drive; however heading to the opposite side of the pond and devouring the bird upon arriving on shore need to be trained out. Given how food-orientated these dogs are, it would not be difficult to delay the instant gratification of gutting their own birds. See, the dog expects its “prize,” offals such as giblets and feet, after a successful shot.
via arsik.ru [Image: Already retrieving at hree and half months old, Nikelberga LV, 2000]
It is noted these dogs are bank-runners, taking the shortest route on land before diving in for the tedious swim. Apparently these dogs could be trained as early as a few months if the prey drive kicked in early. However, given how soft these dogs are, yet defiant, I doubt rejiggering their brains with electronic collars for line-running would tide over well and could potentially ruin a good dog.
One would have to keep in mind, these spitzes are not specialists, however they are generalist hunters bred to be stubborn and keen. The keenness is why dogs can be employed as “hunt-point-retrieve” dogs during birding seasons, yet act as bear or boar dogs during the off-seasons.
Wait, an all-season dog? If the Finkies are anything like Shiba Inus, they would associate certain objects with certain games, let it be a certain type of gun, a boat or just the type of clothes one wear. Hell, anchoring a boat to the top of the SUV is enough to get a dog excited about going on a fishing trip. Or hitching a trailer meant going bushwhacking.
Riley doesn’t get enough credits these days. To be honest, after so many years spent with a vocal dog who yodels, yips, yowls, screams and hums back at a human to carry an actual conversation, eerily close to actual words, with everyone he met, it gets pretty lonely with all the quietness; and a dog whose range is mostly limited to barks and whimpers get shoved to the back of one’s mind. Also, when one grew up with an affectionate dog whose limit is being hugged; having a puppy who crawls on the lap is off-putting. The fault is the expectations, not Riley’s.
However when it was time to sought out a dog, a more obedient, but still cheeky, and strong-willed dog who doesn’t have a problem being shoved under a bus seat without the certification of a guide-dog was wanted. Existentially, Ri meets the bill. The new-found sentiment and fondness toward the dog of old didn’t arise until a Finnish Spitz came into the picture inspiring teenage nostalgia. Furthermore, on the 14th of February visiting the family, the old dog wasn’t in a good shape. Consequently, I became emotionally-distraught over the ordeal. When Ri came home from being babysat, the new behaviour of refusing to sleep on the bed or in the hammock with his best friend was not well-received.
The sleeping in a crate wasn’t the only change. Sleeping out on the patio instead of watching movies became a new precedent; and staying about five feet away became the new norm. Very atypical of people-orientated breeds.
As of late, the yearling started sleeping on the bed again. In addition, he started asking to be assisted onto the hanging furnitures once again. It occurred he might be quite socially-sensitive and now he is interactive again, always paying attention to every action and word. For awhile, the one-time babysitter was blamed for the disassociative attitude due to the alpha methodology borrowed from Cesar Milan. However the new trend began once the sorrow over the old dog passed; coupled with going through an existentialist crisis. Whatever the case, when the zeal for life returned, Riley’s spunk has come back.
Now it is clear he is the ideal dog: cute, attentive, interactive, confident, not easily cowed and has good judgment. He is almost too human to avoid anthromorphizing. So what if he is not naughty enough to experiment independently? He is well-liked by everyone for good reasons. A confident dog comfortable in his skin is a rare gem.
Haven’t thought about my old dog for a few months until recently. At this point I would like to go back to Yellowknife with a good ol’ hunting dog; but it’s not really the right time to do so.
So instead of whinging about it, here are four stupid-particular choices— lyrics included below the clips for the sucky bandwidth people:
Hey!
Dear Mr. Gepetto: I hope this finds you well
I wrote you this letter
Because we miss you here in hell
Well now I know it’s hard when you don’t know what to think
And every single smile is a thorn when you’re waking up
You might try but you won’t get by until you’re crucified for all the things you try to do
Well I don’t care if you think I’m rude
And I don’t care how you hold it in
As long as you don’t bother me with all the things I don’t bother you with
And 9 times out of 10 you might be right
But what about that time you know you’re wrong?
Keep singing that same song
And everybody smiles but they’ll never get along
I’m trying and I’m trying and I’m trying and I’m trying to let go:
But everybody’s going down tonight
We are the few that won’t say nothing right
We are the footsteps fading into the night
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say:
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
But they gave it to me so I might as well be proud of it
I don’t know where we went wrong
All i know now is i got to do something right
So come clean
No one should have have to live with the things you’ve seen
But you’re living anyway
Well I stop the car and put her in park
And I step outside (god I hate this part)
When I see what I saw what I thought was a lie; it was more
Than a chore I’m just doing what I need to get by
I don’t care if you leave or stay
But we might as well split
Because it’s not the same as it was
When we said our last goodbye
And if you want the truth: I was hoping one of us would pass away
Because it’d be much easier then
We could all get together and think about when
We were young we were dumb we were numb but in love
And I’m done so I’m sending out this letter today
I’m trying and I’m trying and I’m trying and I’m trying to let go:
But everybody’s going down tonight
We are the few that won’t say nothing right
We are the footsteps fading into the night
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say:
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
I don’t know where we went wrong
All I know now is I got to do something right
This has been the best night of my life
This has been the best night of my life
I could have lost my life
And I would have lost my mind
But now I’m fine
And I find
That this has been the best night of my life
This has been the best night of my life
(I still can’t believe they had the heart to apologize)
This has been the best night of my life
(I still can’t believe they had the heart to apologize)
I could have lost my life
And I would have lost my mind
But now I’m fine
And I find
That this has been the best night of my life
And as the day fades
No one investigates
Nobody answers when she calls his name
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave
I want to hold her and tell her: “it’s not your fault”
Na na na…
And as the day fades
No one investigates
Nobody answers when she calls his name
Another victim, somewhere in a shallow grave
I want to hold her and tell her: “it’s not your fault”
Na na na…
It’s not your fault
We are the few that won’t say nothing right
We are the footsteps fading into the night
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say:
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
But they gave it to you so you might as well be proud of it
I don’t know where we went wrong
All I know now is I got to do something right
We are the few that won’t say nothing right
We are the footsteps fading into the night
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction and I say:
I never wanted this, no one ever wanted this
But they gave it to me so I might as well be proud of it
And I know I’ve done something wrong
All I know now is I got to do something… right?
You, you try, You try to get by.
“You’re never going to pull it off”,
“You shouldn’t even try”,
“You’re a wet cigarette”,
“You’re always second best”,
But they’re never going to give a shit
about anybody but theirselves.
You fight for them to realize;
There’s more to life,
There’s more to you,
There’s more than meets the eye.
And when you’re done,
The battle’s been won.
You sit back, you smile
and this is what you hum, you hum:
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
1234 1234
You, you try, You try to get by.
“You’re never going to pull it off”,
“You shouldn’t even try”,
“You’re a wet cigarette”,
“You’re always second best”,
But they’re never going to give a shit
about anybody but themselves.
You fight for them to realize;
There’s more to life,
There’s more to you,
There’s more than meets the eye.
And when you’re done,
The battle’s been won.
You sit back, you smile
and this is what you hum, you hum:
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
1234 1234
The years go by,
The time it does fly.
Every single second is a moment in time
That passes oh, so quick
And it seems like nothing,
But when you’re looking back,
Well, it amounts to everything.
I’ve got myself. I’ve got my friends.
I’ve got my little family, but that’s not where it ends.
This one goes out to you, it goes out to everyone.
It’s in the name of honesty because life has just begun.
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
1234 1234
Look around little brother, can you tell me what you see?
You’re a big boy now, so take responsibility.
You never had it hard, but now it’s getting tough,
So you whine, whine, whine and you say you’ve had enough.
You say i’m full of shit, That i’m a hypocrite
I shouldn’t talk, when i can’t take the advice that i give?
Well maybe you’re right, but open your eyes:
the main difference here is that i try, try,
Woah oh oh oh oh oh
1234 1234
I’m living up in Canada, and I’m Canadian
Scottish Canadian with opportunity
I could have been a manager of a brewery
Making beer for everyone but most of all for me
My father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk
But neither one of those was good enough for me
I could have moved into the hills, and ran a few stills
And made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law
Pour decisions, a punk musician
Just ain’t as cute at 53
I used to be a lumberjack, and I’m ok with that
I wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra
I used to be a socialist, a sort of communist
Now I’m a pessimist and I don’t care at all
I could have been a minister, a holy predator
A man of faith you really wouldn’t want to meet
Perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist
And start a cult that’s turning people into sheep
Pour decisions, a punk musician
Just ain’t as cute at 53
I have forsaken money makin’
Yeah, you still wish you were me
I just realized I left my favorite hat at the club last night
Which sickened me right off ’cause I
Had that cap since real-real small
Then find out just right now
That my main squeeze went through my phone
Oooo
So I guess I’m single now
Imagine that
So I sneak right on The T
The conductor sees me
He’s kicking me right off with a frown
I grab my bag and I walk on
Comm. Ave., I hit up Blanchard’s
They sell cheap wine, I got six bucks
Bag rip, wine smash
Drink it up avoid the glass
But I can’t stop from just smiling
When that damn sun is shining on
Hell, It’s just
Shining down all over me
No, I can’t help but just smile
While that damn sun is shining on
Dang it’s just shining down
Down over me
So now I call up my friend
‘Cause his girl must be bored, ’cause
She’s been spreading rumors about me
That I robbed her party, but I never had
I pull out my little disc man
I bought from a crackhead down in Reno
But my Melt-Ba-na-na CD
Is all scratched up
I think it’s stupid all the people who are moaning
Yeah moaning on
While the sun is shining down
On our city streets
Even all the things people say
Naw, ain’t affecting me
Not when that damn sun
Is shining down over me
Shining down on me
Born to just never care [x3]
About the stupid things
People moan everyday
So later on I meet Johnny Trouble
At a bar called Shay’s, a spit from Charlie’s
We sit outside talking ’bout girls
How they’re loons but we like them anyway
No money for pints at the bar
We bring a backpack full of Pabst
Oooo
Under the table we fill our glass
So me and Johnny just sit outside
Warmed by that summer night
While those city stars are shining
Down on our streets
And I can’t help from just smiling
While those damn stars are shining down
Yeah those stars are shining
Over our city streets
No, I won’t be caught moaning
Not when light is still shining down
And me and Johnny
Warmed by that damn summer heat
And I can’t stop from just smiling
When those damn stars are shining on
Yeah, those stars are shining
Over our city streets
There was an interesting video forwarded to me of a “working” Karelian Bear Dog from Kitmat, British Columbia. However it is not a Karelian, but rather a Russo-European Laika and the owner has claimed to plan crossing it with a Karelian sometimes in the future.
However, there are some deep concerns here. The dog is not trained. It looks oddly perplexed and confused what to do bouncing around after the bear climbed for refugee. If the owner actually is a bear-hunter, then the dog would be treeing it and barking at it for hours instead of being a kangaroo unsure what to do. We can safely conclude this is not a working dog. This sort of inexperienced behaviour is not too particularly surprising since Karelians are popular among families to purchase as protection against bears.
The problem is it is actually illegal to use dogs on bears in Alberta; and it is certainly is not legal to use a dog for protection against bears in British Columbia under Section 78 of B.C.’s Wildlife Act which clearly states:
Dogs hunting game
78 A person commits an offence if the person causes or allows a dog to hunt or pursue
(a) wildlife or an endangered species or threatened species, or
(b) game, except in accordance with the regulations.
Any dog caught chasing wildlife without proper permits or appropriate tags carried on the owner’s person can be shot as a nuisance for wildlife harassment under Section 79. It is true there is no law for using a dog to warn people of bears; however using them in such fashion of chasing a bear is not kosher. Unless the owner is a hunter who has already taken his C.O.R.E. course and has the proper tags to hunt grizzlies or black bears, dogs are not allowed to pursue game animals.
Unfortunately, videos such as this being proliferated on the Internet only harm the honest, law-abiding hunters who adhere to the regulations. Naïve acts such as this, in blatant disregard for the laws, only bring upon further backlash from the lower mainland, the bulk of the provincial population, where hunting is no longer a tolerated past-time.
Now that being said, there are legal venues to keep bears away from humans using canines; however they require filling out a special form and the authority of using such tactics is often only granted to: Conservation Officers; wardens of national parks; and programs approved by the Ministry of Forests, Lands and Natural Resource Operations or Parks Canada as part of the bear-shepherding programs. There is however an attempt by forming an alliance on Facebook, “Help ammend Section 78 of the BC Wildlife act to save bears lives now“, to waiver the restriction on non-hunters so the residents of British Columbia can relax while hiking without worrying about running into trouble with the laws. It is extremely unlikely this amendment would ever be approved by politicians or be recommended by government-employed biologists who are working toward conserving the Grizzly Bears.
It would be exciting to see bear-shepherding being legalized for the every-man. Sadly, this does not seem to be in the cards in the foreseeable future. Hopefully, anyone who think about doing this on their own time will remember to take the C.O.R.E., pay for his licence, get a tag and stay within the seasons where the activity of bear-chasing is allowed. Stay legal; stay safe.
Before Riley, there were reptiles; and quite a many were hoarded during the frenzy. A lot of mistakes were made. In the past, this would had been an apologetic mention for being a selfish jerk; but if it wasn’t for the dabbling in other animal-related hobbies, scrutiny of dog-breeding would had not procured itself for a great deal of time. There is a not a lot of differences between ethics and fundamentals in animal husbandry in general.
The lizard in question is a female New Guinea Crocodile Skink (Tribolonotus gracilis), or better known as “Orange-Eyed Crocodile Skink”, origin unknown, acquired from a university colleague. She was quite maladaptive in captivity and would regularly fast for a week or two at times for the previous three years of her life. The cause of death remains unknown, however she passed away while fasting under the temporary care of another person after I got into trouble with the complex administrative for keeping snakes without their knowledge and sought out a pet-friendly rental unit.
A necropsy was ordered under the observation of a good friend, and unfortunately they are quite limited in what they have to tell us unless pathologies are performed. Nevertheless, there is always something to be learned.
Here’s a narrative by Ian Kanda, a vet technician and a herpetologist-in-training:
I was babysitting [Dave]‘s croc skink which was anorexic for quite a while. Unfortunately she passed on, and [Dave] had asked for a post-mortem and a post about it, so here we go.
This first opening picture shows the abdomonal fat pads (white, near the pelvis), and the dark, mottled liver. The liver is most definately abnormal. Being the de-tox station of the body, it could be in this state from the excess weight loss (fatty liver syndrome) as fat is mobilized from stores for energy usage. Of course the liver could be destroyed from other toxins in the system, be if from the environment, or collected from metabolic wastes. Interestingly enough, symptoms usually don’t occur until the liver is almost entirely affected. Perhaps anorexia was a symptom of liver failure… or liver failure caused by anorexia… both possibilities. Histopathology might have revealed more detail, but the sample (having been frozen) was unsuitable for microscopic examination.
A better view of the liver’s abnormality. Underneath, (above in the picture) the clear tissue with the red fishnet vessels is the right lung. Normal and healthy.
The healthy looking stomach has reduced in size which is a common event during periods of anorexia. This shows you why it’s not a good idea to feed large meals right after periods of fasting, or a regurgitation.
A short and simple digestive tract. Healthy.
The two ovaries. The small bubbles are follicles of varying readiness.
During necropsies I’m often hoping for something super obvious that I can say is the cause of death. This is rarely the case, and with this lizard, all I can say is that liver failure was involved in the disease process, be it the central cause, or a secondary event.
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