Are All Those Pet Vaccinations Really Necessary?

Written by Angela M. Predhomme

Would you like to save money and have a healthier pet? Let me tell you a story. One day, my German Shepherd was asleep, as usual, when he suddenly started convulsing so intensely that I thought he must be dying. It went on for a few minutes, which seemed like forever. After, I couldnít believe he was OK. It turned out to be a seizure, and it was then that I began to learn about alternative medicine for pets.

The most interesting thing I found out was that vaccinations seem to be a main cause of seizures in dogs, and annual vaccinations are not necessary, possibly causing more harm than good. After that incident, we stopped vaccinating andrepparttar seizures became less and less. Iím going to tell you how itís in both your and your petís best interest to avoid yearly vaccinations. Annual re-vaccination is simply not necessary.

Here is an excerpt from page 205 of Current Veterinary Therapy XI, a reference considered to berepparttar 148185 premier resource forrepparttar 148186 entire veterinary field.

ďA practice that was started many years ago and that lacks scientific validity or verification is annual revaccinations. ALMOST WITHOUT EXCEPTION THERE IS NO IMMUNOLOGIC REQUIREMENT FOR ANNUAL REVACCINATION. Immunity to viruses persists for years or forrepparttar 148187 life ofrepparttar 148188 animal.Ē

If youíre concerned about not vaccinating yearly, you can get proof of immunity even years afterrepparttar 148189 shot, by a blood test called a titer. Many veterinarians, especially holistic vets, will provide these tests. See for a directory of holistic vets.

Overvaccination can even cause more harm than good. This is something that almost all holistic vets agree upon, and some ofrepparttar 148190 top vets inrepparttar 148191 country attribute many health problems to vaccines.

Dr. Richard Pitcairn, a holistic pioneer and well respected vet who researched immunology extensively, believes thatrepparttar 148192 biggest factor contributing to epilepsy in dogs is yearly vaccinations. (1) Many seizures happen within a few weeks of dogs getting their shots.

According to this theory that overvaccination causes harm, vaccines work with immunity, and overvaccination weakensrepparttar 148193 immune system. This in turn causes auto-immune problems in cats and dogs like skin problems, hair loss, tumors, and arthritis. A weakened immune system leaves your pet open to all kinds of potential health problems. (2)

Dixie Dawg

Written by Michael LaRocca

DIXIE DAWG Copyright 2004, Michael LaRocca

I met Lisa when I was 21 years old. She was 15. Her father took us to their house. Meetingrepparttar family cats may not sound like a big deal to you, but it was to Lisa's family. One cat was Siamese. Her name was Dusty.

Here's what I knew about Dusty.

When Lisa was a baby, crying in her crib, Dusty tried to shut her up by biting her. This was an ancient family pet, full of pride and dignity, greatly loved by all.

Here's what I didn't know about Dusty.

She hated people. Lisa's mother was her best friend inrepparttar 148153 world. Lisa and her father were tolerated. Lisa's older brother and sister were glared at from a distance. All others were attacked on sight.

I walked intorepparttar 148154 house and sat onrepparttar 148155 sofa. Dusty enteredrepparttar 148156 room and breaths were held. She crept toward me, eyeing me suspiciously. She stealthily approached like a leopard stalking an impala. She sniffed my leg. She pounced upon my lap and then she...

She lay on my leg and purred. I rubbed her head. The spectators' fears gave way to total shock. Then they told me how hateful Dusty was.

I saw Dusty approach many visitors after that day. Without exception, she viciously attacked them. And yet, she didn't attack me. She loved me.

"Animals are excellent judges of character," I explained.

Dusty died several years after Lisa and I married and moved to Watha, North Carolina. Dusty was well over 20 years old.

We hadn't been in our new house for very long before Lisa visitedrepparttar 148157 local Humane Society. She saw a female Siamese cat who wasrepparttar 148158 spitting image of a young Dusty, and we all know how this story ends. Lisa namedrepparttar 148159 new cat Witchie.

Witchie had two rather nasty scabs wrapped around her neck, courtesy of a dog. Guess what waited for Witchie at her new home? My new puppy, Spooky. As in, he who spooks at everything. He was such a harmless little wimp, but Witchie still lived atoprepparttar 148160 highest cupboards for about a week before warming up torepparttar 148161 little mutt. Then, well, he died. Breaking my heart and settingrepparttar 148162 stage forrepparttar 148163 real story here.

"Free puppies, Dalmatian mix." That's what I saw inrepparttar 148164 newspaper. I went torepparttar 148165 house and saw six positively adorable black puppies, all fat and energetic, wrestling vigorously beneath a heat lamp in a garage.

"We had to take them from their mom because she kept trying to bite everyone who wanted one. She's onrepparttar 148166 porch. Her name's Molly."

I looked torepparttar 148167 fenced-in porch, whererepparttar 148168 barking had been non-stop since my arrival. I saw a healthy, gorgeous, angry Dalmatian.

I wanted a girl. In theory, less likely to wander out ontorepparttar 148169 highway. The biggest puppy inrepparttar 148170 litter leaped at my face and bit my nose. I checked, and she was a she. I took her home and named her Dixie.

As a pudgy little puppy, Dixie burrowed torepparttar 148171 bottom of any bowl of canned food without stopping for air, then raised her head and sent food flying. Then she emptiedrepparttar 148172 bowl, cleanedrepparttar 148173 floor, and lickedrepparttar 148174 food from her face.

Dixie slept with me on every day except one, which comes later. Whenrepparttar 148175 alarm clock rang on that first morning, Dixie growled at it. I hitrepparttar 148176 snooze button. When it rang again, she growled again. She did this every time it rang, every day of her life. How can you not love a dog like that?

Witchie descended fromrepparttar 148177 top ofrepparttar 148178 kitchen cabinets to beatrepparttar 148179 pure crap out of that pudgy puppy. Well, she tried to. When Dixie got larger, Witchie returned torepparttar 148180 kitchen cabinets for a month or so. As I watched how fast this puppy grew, finally losing her fat belly to sheer length and muscularity, I wondered when she'd stop. I'd unknowingly brought home a monster.

As an adult, Dixie weighed seventy pounds. She was built like a Rottweiler. I tried to put my shirts on her, which she did enjoy, but I could never button them around her massive neck. Her chest stretched my T-shirts more than mine did.

I thought of her as a Dalmatian wearing a tuxedo. All four paws were white. A long strip of white began on her muzzle, ran down her chin and neck, spread out across her massive chest, and ran allrepparttar 148181 way down her stomach. All her white fur was freckled with black like a Dalmatian. The rest of her was a deep, dark black.

I've never seen such a happy dog. She was utterly full of life and energy at all times exceptrepparttar 148182 early morning. Her favorite game was to run up behind me and slam her shoulders intorepparttar 148183 back of my knees, then laugh when I landed on my butt.

And yes, a dog can laugh. No sound, but I challenge you to look at that face and tell me it's not a laugh.

One morning, I saw her walking toward my coffee cup. I thought that would be only too perfect, a dog who growls atrepparttar 148184 alarm clock and drinks coffee inrepparttar 148185 morning. So I let her do it.

The coffee was black with two Sweet'N'Lows, and hot. Dixie took a big lap of it, then maderepparttar 148186 funniest spitting noise I've ever heard. Then she looked at me and laughed, as if to say, "Okay, Daddy, you got me that time."

Dixie never walked anywhere. She ran outside, she ran aroundrepparttar 148187 yard, and she ran back inside and chased Witchie full steam ahead. She ran up and downrepparttar 148188 stairs to be with her daddy, or to eat, or to bark at whatever was making noises outside.

She was a fantastic guard dog, with a deep mean bark andrepparttar 148189 body to back up every word. Deliverymen always parked inrepparttar 148190 driveway and honkedrepparttar 148191 horn. Baptist ministers gave up on converting us. Once Dixie slipped outside, and a woman promptly leaped ontorepparttar 148192 hood of her car. Dixie wasn't just a dog. She was a DAWG.

When Dixie sawrepparttar 148193 strange dog in her yard, a large boxer, she was not content to simply chase him away. She slammed her shoulders into his chest, then backed away and let him get up. When he ran again, she knocked him down again, four or five times. He never came back after that. I think she missed him.

I remember when I bought my first chainsaw. I had lots of dead pine trees inrepparttar 148194 yard, which often broke in heavy storms. I was cutting down a few, and I wasn't very good at it. Dixie watched in shock as a tall pine tree fell slowly toward her plastic kennel, which was shaped like an igloo. We both knew where it would land. The igloo exploded, and she looked at me with such a pitiful, betrayed expression.

"Daddy, how could you?"

The next day, I brought home a new plastic igloo.

I rememberrepparttar 148195 weekend that my cousin Clint and I moved a huge pile of dirt fromrepparttar 148196 back yard torepparttar 148197 front, with two shovels and a wheelbarrow. It solvedrepparttar 148198 problem ofrepparttar 148199 yard flooding, but it was hard work. His only payment was some steak and Budweiser, which I helped him eat and drink. He even cookedrepparttar 148200 steaks.

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