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Travel Dog Bowls – A Necessity While Travelling

Any dog owner would not like to go on a vacation without his pet dog. However, taking a dog along on a trip has to be dealt with great responsibilities. Such as, traveling with the dog requires the owner to take along proper food and drinks for the pet. At times, in various circumstances such as while traveling with others or if the trips are quite long, or if there is a lack of space to bring huge dog food bags along, it requires even more things to be dealt with. Thankfully, the modern pet industry has evolved immensely since the past few years, by inventing various items to provide convenience for the owners and dogs as well. One of such items that stores the dog food and even serves it in time of need with great convenience is the travel dog bowls and collapsible dog bowls.

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Travel dog bowls are a vital addition to the travel pack for all dog owners who want to spend a splendid vacation without leaving their dog at home. The collapsible dog bowls are not only very convenient for the owner, but also reduce the pet’s level of stress that might be caused by the traveling.

Due to the popularity of these travel dog bowls, there are many varieties available in the market. However, having the proper kind to suit the needs of your dog is essential to keep in mind before buying. The primary consideration is the size of the bowl as everyone wants to save space in his or her luggage, but at the same time do not want to compromise on the dog’s diet. This is when a collapsible dog bowl comes in handy, as it does not occupy a lot of space and can be expanded for hefty appetite as well.

Secondarily, choosing the kind of travel dog bowl that can be cleaned easily is important too. This is particularly true, as people often want less work to do on a vacation rather than spend time in cleaning and washing the bowl. Hence, the collapsible dog bowl is a good choice so that it can easily be repacked once used and cleaned. Moreover, it is important to make sure that there is no leakage in it, as it will be used for drinking purposes as well. Finally, it is important to buy a travel dog bowl that is made from food grade material. There will be some sellers who might sell it cheaper than the rates normally seen in the market, thus it is necessary to find out what material it is made from so that it does not cause any harm to your beloved dog.

Thus, in conclusion, having collapsible dog bowls make it quite easier and more convenient for the dog owners to take care of their daily dog feeding schedules. Moreover, it also helps significantly in reducing the stress and work required while traveling travel dog bowls come in a variety of styles, but one thing all of them guarantee is to provide a lot of convenience while traveling

A Heroic German Shepherd Rescues Two Vietnam POWs

outward hound
by Steven Vance

A Heroic German Shepherd Rescues Two Vietnam POWs

By: marciano guerrero

Just as the North Vietnamese firing squad lined up to execute the POWs, from behind a dried-up banana grove a burst of M16 automatic fire hit the four North Vietnamese soldiers in the death squad, cutting them below the waist. With the next short burst the other two soldiers next to them keeled over.

Shirtless, face muddied, with a wide white-toothed smile, Aquino "the Lurp" --Sabino's best friend-- advanced, a ten-inch gleaming blade in his hand, and Sabino's huge German Shepherd, Vinonegro, right by his side.  Without effort, Aquino cut the ropes, helping Sabino to his feet.

Unable to contain his emotions much longer, Vinonegro stood up placing his front paws on Sabino's chest and licked his face, all the while whimpering, yelping and emitting almost inaudible barks.

"Vinonegro tracked you down, man-he never lost your scent!" said Aquino as he helped Major Bates to his feet. But the Major couldn't hold himself up and collapsed to the ground. Both Sabino and Aquino kneeled down to examine the Major's severed tendon.

"That looks bad, man," said Aquino. "The river isn't far from here, we'll just follow that trail west; there's a raft hidden by some boulders next to a half-burnt Temple. We need to make some headway now-I mean now!"

Only after a splatter of blood hit his face did Sabino realize that the mama-san had snuck up behind them and with incredible speed and viciousness slit Aquino's throat.

Shrieking and hooting, the wiry woman lunged off toward the banana grove, but before she even reached the edge, Vinonegro brought her down with one arching leap. In the next second he had locked his jaws around the woman's scrawny neck, and with incredible force he whipped the woman side to side like a rag doll. By the time Sabino reacted and whistled his cease and release code, the woman was already dead.

"Black pajamas, black teeth - I killed her son ... now Mama-san..." Aquino rasped weakly. "Take the blade... I want you to have it." As Sabino grabbed the 10-inch blade, he felt Aquino take his last breath and die in his arms. That's what life is --a sigh, a puff or breath-- God's spirit.

After collecting the dog tags from Lieutenant Burch and Aquino, Sabino looked around, grabbed a pistol and a Zippo lighter, immediately heading west in search of the river.

A painful journey it was. With Vinonegro, the magnificent hound, walking point, Sabino and Major Bates simply followed him. Once in a while Vinonegro would disappear as he trotted ahead, returning soon, his tail switching as if telling Sabino "this is the right way." As daylight waned, they decided to hide in thick, knee-high elephant grass and wait the night out. It wasn't long before they fell asleep, lulled by the distant shelling, the faint outburst of Russian AK-47 rifle fire and the drone of B52s in the stratosphere. So fatigued were they that even the trumpeting of mosquitoes or the scurrying of rodents, frogs, scorpions and other creatures and crawlers of the night could not stir them from their deep slumber.

At sunup, a soft snarl in his ear alerted Sabino to danger.

When he sat up he saw Vinonegro point towards the edge of the grass patch; he then heard the stamping of feet. A squad of Victor Charlies -VCs, or Viet Cong fighters- was on the move in their opposite direction less than twenty yards away from them.  A search party looking for us, he thought. As the noise from the footfalls faded in the distance, Sabino scratched Vinonegro ears, caressed his dew-damp coat, and whispered to him, "Good, boy, Vino! You can really sniff Charlie sweating out that nuoc mam."

Soon thereafter they got started, but made very little progress because Major Bates could no longer hop, his good leg now cramping and knotting. They halted. Although the Air Force owned the skies -for during the day they heard the continuous drone of B-52s and saw fighter bombers and assault helicopters swoop overhead- they couldn't signal at all because the fields and woods were teeming with Viet Cong squads. Only once, when a C-123 cargo plane swooped down in a low glide to unload defoliants did Sabino dare signal, but to no avail for a white dust -gathering into puffy clouds of Agent Orange- soon covered the sky.

"You go, Sabino...I can't make it...this is as far as I can go." Sabino saw that the Major's foot had swollen to the size of a football.

"You are a noble man, Major Bates. You took that bullet because of me and I won't leave you; I owe you my life and I will help you to the last gasp. We both go or I'll stay with you and we'll both die. Hang on. I will make a litter and drag you to the is just a short ways, then we'll be safe."

With as much energy as he could muster, Sabino cut some branches and tied them together with strips of cloth he tore from both of their shirts. The rest of the cloth he used to improvise a harness, and when the harness broke, he fashioned stronger strips from his pants. Sabino was a sight to behold: blood was caked on his six-day unshaven face, one eyebrow hung loose over his eye, his legs were bleeding from hundreds of tiny grass-blade cuts, and his hair was thickly matted. And were it not for his boots and the torn skivvies -by now a scant, muddied apron that partially covered his rump and private parts- he would be naked.

This, too, shall pass, he'd repeat to himself, and he'd drift into long-ago-lived scenes: His freshman year at Columbia College. He'd see himself walking along Broadway and stopping by the West End Bar to have a beer, or having a cup of coffee at the Chock Full O'Nuts at the corner of 116th Street, or hurrying to class, circling around the Sun Dial on his way to Hamilton Hall. Or he'd conjured up visions of his sophomore and junior years in which he roamed through the Lions' Den, Canon Bar, the Abbey Pub, and other waterholes frequented by Columbia undergrads.

And with the will of a possessed Olympian god determined to win against all odds, he dragged the litter one step at a time.

Wearied beyond human endurance, he trudged on with quaking, weak -ever weaker- steps, while his burden seemed to get heavier with each pull and tug. Yet, glancing over his shoulder, he'd prop up the Major's sagging spirit: "I hear the water, and now I smell it - hang in there, Major!"

When Vinonegro trotted ahead and didn't return within his usual scout time, Sabino knew something was up. Major Bates asked Sabino to go see and to take the gun, to which Sabino signaled no: a gunshot would bring a swarm of Victor Charlies in a minute. He whispered, "I'll take Aquino's knife." Then he heard Vinonegro' growl -for the kennel geneticists had hardwired his breed not to bark when out in the field searching for Charlie- growing more menacing.

In one second Sabino saw what had detained Vinonegro. The magnificent hound had cornered a Monocled cobra against a rocky wall.

Hissing, baring its fangs, the huge snake wasn't about to yield an inch of its territory. Vinonegro would retreat only enough to get out of the cobra's striking range, for when the primeval reptile stood on its end, it rose at least seven or eight feet tall. During a pregnant interval, both stared at each other as if locked in a blinking game. At times Vinonegro would also stand on his hind legs, his black-reddish coat fluffed up, the black and copper bristles on his face and neck straight out like knitting needles. The instant the cobra saw Sabino it stood again, challenging him, its tongue darting and flicking, its head frozen as if suspended in the air by an invisible rope, gently swaying and biding its time to strike.

Sabino backtracked less from fear than from awe of the magnificent beast. Angel and Fiend, he thought as he turned back to the spot where he had left Major Bates. But in a minute he returned to find Vinonegro and the cobra locked in a staring down duel. Time, noise, change, motion, and succession had stopped for both brutes. Stillness reigned. Taking advantage of the frozen moment, Sabino got closer -feeling his heart stop between beats- and with a swift thrust, he trapped the cobra's coiled tail-end with the V shaped pole from the stretcher. In the next second Sabino heard not a hiss but a cavernous grunt from the depths of the monster-cobra while its ribs fanned outward forming a sinister hood.

Slowly Sabino moved the V end of the pole towards the head while holding its tail with his heavy boot, but just then a grating sound distracted Sabino, causing the snake to break out of the hold. It took him but a fraction of a second to realize that the accursed brute had distracted him by grating its scales against each other. But just as the fiend attempted to flee, Sabino seized its neck with his two bared hands, both -man and fiend- wrestling and rolling on the ground away from the rocky wall. Within seconds the serpent wrapped its body around Sabino's torso and legs, entwining and crushing the man's flesh and sinews.

Meanwhile, Vinonegro, as if guided by human sense rather than canine instinct, kept sinking his teeth into the snake's soft underbelly.

Though the cobra didn't have the power of a Boa Constrictor to crush his ribs, Sabino knew that he could only keep his grip for so long, and that the snake would outlast him despite Vinonegro relentless attack.

Slowly he regained his balance and attempted to maneuver himself onto his knees, but the cobra as if guessing his intentions constricted even tighter.

Crush her head against the rocks, he heard himself say. But how if I can't get near the boulder?

Try as hard as he might, he just couldn't maneuver his legs. The muscles in his forearms were now beginning to feel tired, and he could feel his grip begin to slack. In panic and desperation he drove the snake's head into the ground, but the damned animal tensed up, twisted, and resisted.

Just when he was about to let go, for he could no longer keep the hold, he heard a familiar voice:

"Hold her still," he heard Major Bates yell.

Sabino saw the Major hopping in one leg, Aquino's gleaming blade in hand. With one sharp stroke of the well-balanced blade, Major Bates decapitated the huge fiend.

The Major collapsed.

From the ground, he said: "You're some tough man, Sabino."

They both looked at each other in silence and in that finite instant in that remote, godforsaken place of the universe they bonded; though little did they know that they had bonded for a lifetime, for the two would one day team up to found and grow a manufacturing empire.

While the snake's body twitched and uncoiled, Vinonegro -belly down on the ground- his ears drawn back, watched it, fascinated by the leeches springing out from between the scales.

Soon after Sabino eviscerated and skinned the magnificent but lethal creature and raw snake filet was their appetizer and main dish. And for dessert Sabino skewered tidbits of the juiciest and softest meat, which he charred with the Zippo lighter he had wisely carried away.

Without hunger pangs and refreshed, Sabino hitched up the harness again. After a long stretch of super-human effort, they reached a patch of rocky terrain. He stopped talking to Major Bates because the man was -exhausted and wasted by the hobbling and pressure he had put on the tumescent foot- feverish and delirious, his bad foot glistening like an unripe, oversized, dark-green eggplant.

So tired...The straps were now cutting deep into Sabino's chest and shoulders, his hands blistered.

When Vinonegro pointed at the dark squadron of bats flying overhead towards the line of white-dusted poplars and weeping willows, Sabino knew the river was near. And in a short while he saw a forlorn, napalm-burnt Buddhist pagoda and the boulders, both a football-field distant. And just as he collapsed from exhaustion, his mind a blank slate, Vinonegro took off at full speed.

In an eerie zone of his feverish mind, Sabino dreamt or imagined that the cobra's pining mate had slithered to his side and wrapped herself around him immobilizing his legs and arms, and that her fiery breath was not only scorching his mouth but also muting his voice. Loud as he might scream no one could hear him; his scream was utterly voiceless. Then the fire subsided and a refreshing coolness soothed his smoldering face. Sabino came to his senses when he felt Vinonegro' thoroughly wet snout refreshing his face, and standing next to him three Buddhist monks with shaven heads, looking down at him.

With a feeble gesture Sabino groped for his blade like a punch-drunk boxer looks for his lost mouth protector on the canvas.

"Take it easy, brother," he heard a voice resonate and echo in the chambers of his mind: "easy... easy ... . brother ... homeboy ... -you're safe now," the voice continued in perfect American English. Sabino's eyelids fluttered and when he focused, his eyes seemed to say, "Who'n the hell are you?"

Reading the quizzical look, the senior monk said, "CIA.  Your dog brought us to you." And immediately they examined Major Bates.

Conscious at last, Sabino hugged Vinonegro and didn't let him go until the three of them were loaded into the chopper.

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How to Take Your Dog Hiking

Are you looking to take your dog hiking with you? Not sure how to get started?  Well the how to take your dog hiking guide will help you get started.

Protect your dogs paws while hiking

1. Find a dog friendly trail

Look for areas that are "easy on the paws," advises Best Hikes with Dogs Inland Northwest author Craig Romano. Pick shady trails with soft, leaf- or needle-covered terrain; avoid paths littered with sharp rocks, off-trail routes with steep drops, or any surface that gets very hot. "Stay away from areas with heavy horse use and mountain bikes," he adds. Search by state at

Hiking with your dog2. Fit & load the dogs back pack

Adjust the harness on your dog so it's snug but won't chafe (remove saddlebags first, if the pack allows). You should be able to fit two fingers under it. Load the bags with dog food, treats, water (some dog backpacks come with hydration bladders), bowls, and extra gear for you–this is the time for beer or another pillow! Make sure both sides are weighted equally; total load shouldn't exceed one-third of your dog's body weight.

3. Keep your pet healthy


Start with your regular brand and portion size, advises Michelle Richardson, vet at the Alpine Animal Clinic in Helena, Montana–increasing the amount by up to 50 percent based on his fitness, typical exercise, and the hike's difficulty. (Rule of thumb: one cup of food per 20 pounds of dog per day.) Give him a small serving about an hour before hiking for extra energy.


Use your own thirst as a guide and offer water when you stop to drink–every 15 to 30 minutes, depending on trail difficulty and temperature. And yes, dogs can get Giardia. In high-risk areas, ones with lots of cattle or campers, limit drinking from lakes and streams using a leash and voice commands. Make sure to keep a supply of treated water.


Build up to longer trips (with both adult dogs and puppies) with a series of shorter hikes to toughen paw pads and develop stamina. Richardson advises waiting until your puppy has received all his shots (about five months) before taking him on the trail, and keeping hikes shorter than one hour to start.

First aid

Pack bandages and an antiseptic (such as iodine) for wounds, a liquid bandage (such as 3M PET CARE LIQUID BANDAGE ) for split or cut paw pads, and tweezers for tick removal (make sure check your dog nightly).

Following these tips will get you and your dog on the right path to a great hiking trip.

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A lot of hikers and backpackers like to take their dog along with them on hikes. No matter the length of the trip, you always have to make some extra room for your four legged friends supplies.
Well, why not start making them carry their own gear with a dog backpack? Yes, there is such a thing as dog backpacks.
A backpack for your dog is a great way to save personal pack space while still bring everything you need for your canine friend. If you are wondering how to get started, check out this page.

Big name companies like Kelty and Mountainsmith make backpack for dogs.
They come in all shape and sizes. Price ranges from $25-$100+.
Ask around and see if any of your hiking friends are using one and what they would recommend.
One thing is for sure, once you and your four legged friend start using it's new backpack, you are going to wonder how you ever got along without it!
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Check out the selection of quality dog backpacks we have available. We are sure you will find on that suits the needs of your dogs and you!

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