Monday, September 29, 2014

PET HEALTH TIP #21- Heat Stroke

Heat stroke is (unfortunately) a common problem during the hot summer months, especially when temperatures soar into the 100's.  Two of the most important things you can do to protect your dog from the heat are to make sure your dog has lots of shade and plenty of water.  It is easy to forget how fast water can evaporate in extreme heat, so make sure you re-fill the water dishes often.

Outdoor dogs with thick coats of fur, even if it is relatively short, should be shaved.  The thick fur is just like you wearing your winter coat out in the heat!  Another great idea is to add water misters to their pen to act as an air conditioner.  And lastly, do not leave your dog in a vehicle, even if the windows are cracked!

Symptoms of heat stroke include: Excessive panting; recumbency (lying on side); pale mucous membranes (gums and inside of cheeks); and unresponsiveness.

Emergency treatments: It imperative to get the dog's temperature down as quickly as possible.  Heat stroke dog temperatures can rise above 105 degrees.  The best thing you can do is get your dog to a veterinarian, so he can be started on IV fluids and the vet can work on lowering the dog's temperature.  However, if you are unable to get to a vet clinic, there are some treatments you can try.  First of all, you don't want to lower the temperature too quickly.  One of the best ways to lower a dog’s temperatures is to pour rubbing alcohol along his spine.  Rubbing alcohol evaporates more quickly than water, thus acting as a coolant.  Also, a room temperature water enema works well.  You don't want to use cold water as the dog's temperature is already well above room temperature and cold water would be too much of a shock to the dog's system.


Even with proper treatment, a heat stroke victim's chances of survival are minimal. So, the best treatment is prevention.  Please be aware of our four-legged friends during the warm summer months and do what you can to keep them safe and comfortable.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

PET HEALTH TIP #20- Cystitis

Cystitis refers to inflammation of the bladder wall.  Several underlying medical issues can cause cystitis.  The most common cause of cystitis is a bacterial infection.  This is especially true for female dogs and cats.  Bacterial infections in dogs and cats happen the same way they do in people, and pets will show similar symptoms.  These symptoms include: increased frequency of urination, straining to void the bladder, and blood in the urine.  Antibiotics are used to treat bladder infections.

Bladder stones (uroliths) can also cause cystitis.  Bladder stones are mineral deposits that form into rock-like substances.  These stones can be as large as golf balls!  The symptoms are exactly the same as with bladder infections.  Occasionally, a small stone may become trapped in a male dog’s or cat’s urethra causing a blockage.  This is a serious condition that requires emergency treatment.

During the early stages of stone development, the pet will have crystals in the urine.  Dogs may or may not develop symptoms of cystitis during the crystal phase.  Cats will typically start to show symptoms during this phase.  As I stated earlier, these crystals and stones are caused by mineral deposits.  These deposits are created by the urine either being too acidic or too alkaline.  The treatment is a change in diet, which will either raise or lower the pH of the urine.  Some bladder stones will dissolve in response to the diet change.  However, surgery is usually needed to remove the stones.

A less common cause of cystitis is a bladder tumor.  These usually develop in older female dogs. The tumors are typically benign.


There are other less common causes of cystitis.  All causes create the same symptoms.  Therefore, if your pet is showing symptoms if cystitis, you should take him or her to a veterinarian in order to get an accurate diagnosis.

Monday, September 1, 2014

TO LOVE A CAT is a 2014 Readers' Favorite Bronze Medal Award Winner!!!

BOOK DESCRIPTION:



Catherine "Cat" James' life is simple and orderly, and she likes it that way. She loves her job as an accountant. Working with numbers is safe and routine, no surprises. Her childhood had been very abusive and unstable. She vowed not to live that way as an adult. She also made a promise to herself to become a foster parent. She wished someone had been there for her as a teenager, to let her know she wasn't alone.


Cat agrees to foster Ethan Summers, a troubled teenage boy whose childhood closely resembles her own. Suddenly, her nice and orderly life is filled with chaos and uncertainty. Things really start to spin out of control when circumstances bring police detective Mitch Holt into the picture. He's handsome, charming, and definitely not what Cat needs right now, or so she thinks.




BOOK REVIEWS:


"A sexy detective, a pretty redhead, a sullen teenager in foster care and several pets with personality collide in this lighthearted romance"- Kirkus Review
 
"To Love a Cat by Billi Tiner is a story filled with intrigue, suspense, and beautiful romance. Billi Tiner created a group of characters that complement each other perfectly, coupled with a plot full of twists and turns and heart-warming moments, to bring to life a must-read story."-Reviewed by Faridah Nassozi for Readers' Favorite
 
"How the characters meet each other, and adjust makes for a wonderful read and I highly recommend it if you want to escape your reality for a while, and become entwined in the lives of these fictional folk. It highlights how critically important helping less fortunate individuals is, as well as having a stable, loving family."- Reviewed by Patricia Day for Readers' Favorite


"Billi Tiner is an amazing writer who really brought these characters to life and made the relationships realistic.Filled with touching moments that got tears streaming down my face, this was a book that I could not put down. I can't wait to read more from this author."- Reviewed by Cheryl Schopen for Readers' Favorite


    
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Friday, August 29, 2014

Chapter 1 preview of SCARRED HEARTS

Pre-order your copy of "Scarred Hearts" today, expected release November 10th!


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CHAPTER 1




Claire Montgomery stood and arched her back to relieve the tension in her muscles. Her sweat dampened, blue gingham dress clung to her slim body. She’d spent the morning bent over a large, cast-iron pot doing the week’s washing. She hated the chore, especially in the heat of summer. Sighing heavily, she pushed at a strand of fiery red hair that had escaped its binding and fallen into her eyes. A slight smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as Bartholomew, a large orange tabby, who was sleeping on the porch beside her, opened his one good eye and glared at her.
   “Sorry to have disturbed your nap, Bart,” she chuckled. He closed his eye and immediately fell back to sleep. It must be nice, she thought. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the blinding sun as she glanced across the small yard in front of her cabin. The silhouette of a man on horseback shimmered on the horizon. Thinking her eyes might be playing tricks on her in this heat, she blinked and looked again. The image was still there.
   “Tobias!” she called.
   A large, middle-aged, black man stepped out of the barn. “Did you call me, Miss Claire?” he asked.
   “Yes,” she answered. Pointing toward the horizon, she added, “There’s a rider coming.”
   Tobias turned to look in the direction she pointed. The approaching rider was slumped forward in the saddle. “He don’t look too good,” he commented. “I best ride out to meet him.” He turned and disappeared inside the barn. A few moments later, he led a bay mare out of the barn, mounted, and started toward the man.
   Claire watched as Tobias approached the rider. Her mind hummed with curiosity. Her reputation as a healer was well known and as a result, they frequently had visitors. However, she knew all the townsfolk, and none of them rode a horse as fine as this one.
   “Hello!” Tobias called out as he approached the visitor. There was no answer. The man didn’t appear to be conscious. His horse slowed as Tobias neared it. Without warning, the man slid from the saddle and landed face down. Tobias jumped off his horse and hurried toward him. He rolled the man over and shook his head in dismay when he saw the amount of blood saturating his shirt.
   Seeing the man fall, Claire spun around and hurried inside the cabin. She immediately started a pot of water boiling and gathered up her remedies. The man was obviously injured. She knew Tobias would bring him to her. She glanced up as his giant shadow fell across the room. He stood in the doorway, holding the man in his arms.
   “How badly is he hurt?” she asked.
   “Looks like he’s got several bullet holes,” Tobias answered. “He’s out cold.”
   “Put him on the table and let me take a look,” Claire instructed.
   Tobias nodded and strode to the long dining table in the middle of the room. He gently laid the man down. Claire reached for the buttons of his shirt. Without warning, a hand snaked out and snatched one of her delicate wrists. She sucked in a breath as the hand tightened painfully. Her gaze flew to the man’s face. Grey eyes, glazed with fever, stared straight into hers. Tobias stepped to the table, ready to pull Claire out of the man’s grip. A second later, he loosened his hold on her and dropped back into unconsciousness. Claire and Tobias exchanged a brief look. Then Claire returned to the task of removing his shirt.
   “Sit him up,” she instructed, when she’d reached the last button.
   Tobias gripped his shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position. The man groaned, but didn’t regain consciousness. Claire began removing the blood-soaked shirt, noting that several of the wounds were still oozing, which indicated they were fresh. However, much of the blood had already dried causing the shirt to stick to the man’s chest and back. Claire was as careful as she could be; however, as she pulled the shirt away from his body, blood began to pour from several of the holes.
   As soon as the shirt slid free, Tobias lowered him back to the table. Claire turned to retrieve the kettle of boiling water. She poured some of the water into a shallow bowl and dampened a linen cloth, gently pressing it to the man’s chest. So much blood covered his torso, it was impossible to determine the extent of his injuries. The man’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. With the amount of blood he’d lost, Claire was surprised by the strength she felt beneath her hand. She’d treated many bullet wounds in her lifetime. Usually, the flesh felt like dough. His was firm beneath her touch. He’s extremely fit, she mused. He’s going to need that strength to recover from this.
   “Who’s that?” a child’s voice asked.
   “We don’t know,” Claire answered, glancing up at the small boy standing in the doorway. His dark, curly hair was plastered to his head. Mud clung to almost every part of his body. “Don’t you dare step into this cabin, James,” she warned as the boy started to step toward them. “Go get yourself cleaned up.” The boy’s features drew into a frown, but he obediently turned and left. Claire returned her attention to the man on the table.
   She counted four bullet holes; one in each shoulder, one on the right side of the chest, and one just below the ribs on the left side. Although the flow of blood had eased, it continued to ooze from the holes in his chest and abdomen. “Hold him up again, so I can see if all the bullets passed through,” she instructed.
   Tobias lifted the man’s shoulders off the table. Claire was relieved to see four holes matching the ones on the front. She nodded, and Tobias lowered the man back to the table. “Looks like this is one lucky man,” she commented. “All of the bullets passed through.”
   Tobias chuckled softly. “I’m not sure you can say a man with four bullet holes in him is lucky.”
   Claire glanced up and smiled. “I suppose you’ve got a point.” She spent the next several minutes cleaning the wounds and applying her special poultice. Then Tobias helped her place the bandages. By the time they finished, the man’s entire torso was covered with white linen. Tobias gathered him into his arms and carried him to a cot in the corner of the room.
   “Where am I gonna sleep?” James asked, stepping into the cabin and frowning at the large man in his bed.
   Claire glanced over and sighed in exasperation. Water ran from the boy in rivulets, pooling on the floor at his feet. “Go back outside until you’re dry enough not to leave a puddle in the floor.”
   “But…” James started to protest.
   “No, buts,” Claire replied sternly. “Once you’re dry enough not to drip, you can come back inside, and I’ll do my best to answer those questions you’re dying to get out.” She smiled as the boy dropped his head and shuffled back outside.
   Although she wasn’t James’ natural mother, she couldn’t love him any less. She and Tobias found him when he was only an infant. The small wagon train his family had been traveling with was attacked by a gang of outlaws, and he was the only survivor. She and Tobias were passing through a valley, when they spotted a large group of buzzards circling. Curious, they rode over to see what had attracted so many. When they arrived, they found a small circle of wagons with several dead bodies littering the ground around them. The wagons had obviously been pilfered. After spending an hour burying the dead, they were readying to leave, when they heard the sound of a baby crying. It took several minutes for them to locate the infant. He was hidden under a pile of blankets in one of the wagons. Apparently, his mother had hoped to hide him from their attackers. Claire and Tobias took the baby with them. James was now an energetic six-year-old.
~
Too damn hot, Nathan’s feverish mind kept repeating. He tore at the sheet covering his body. Pain ripped through him as he struggled to regain consciousness. The faint sound of a voice penetrated his mind. What the hell? he thought in confusion as he realized it was a female voice, and it was singing. Am I dead? He dismissed the thought immediately as he knew there was no way he’d have been allowed into heaven with the sins he’d committed, and he was pretty sure there weren’t any singing angels in hell. He gathered all the strength he had and opened one eye.
   Through his feverish haze, he saw the outline of a woman sitting in a chair beside him. It was difficult to make out her features as the only light in the room was coming from a single candle on a stand near the cot he was lying on. He blinked, trying to focus. She must have sensed he was awake, because she slid to the edge of her chair and leaned toward him. He blinked again as one side of her face came into view. She was exquisite. Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent. The candlelight danced across her high cheekbones and perfectly formed, full mouth. Then she turned fully toward him, and he sucked in an involuntary breath. The other side of her face was covered in scars that pulled at her skin, completely distorting her features.
   He saw a flicker of pain flash in her eyes before she pasted a smile on her face. “Hello,” she whispered softly. “It’s good you’re awake.”
   He didn’t reply as he watched her hand move to retrieve a cloth from a bowl at her feet. She gently pressed it to his fevered forehead. He closed his eyes as the cool cloth helped ease some of the heat raging in his body. He reopened them as she leaned to dip the cloth into the bowl again. As she repeated the process a few more times, he felt his eyes growing heavy. Moments later, he slipped back into the darkness.
~
Claire sighed with relief as the man’s eyes drifted closed, and his chest began rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep. His steady gaze had caused her heart to flutter in her chest. It was intimidating to have someone stare at you in that fashion without speaking. Admiration had flashed in his eyes when he’d gotten his first look at her. It quickly turned to revulsion when she turned fully toward him. She’d grown accustomed to being rejected by people because of her scars. However, she’d never been able to harden herself enough not to feel the pain of each rejection. Tobias and James were the only people she had ever known who didn’t judge her by her scars, and because of that, she loved them with all of her heart.
   Trying to ease the ache that seeing the man’s reaction had caused, she returned to softly singing the hymns she’d grown to love as a small child. She’d been raised on a plantation in Georgia. Her parents were wealthy landowners. Before the country had been torn apart by war, they’d attended church every Sunday. From the time she was old enough to talk, she’d loved to sing. It was something she’d continued to do into her adult years. Singing brought her an inner peace she couldn’t feel doing anything else.
   She pressed the cool, damp cloth to the man’s face. She could feel the heat of his fevered flesh burning through the cloth. Although the fever had diminished, it continued to blaze within him. His return to consciousness had been a good sign, even if it had only been for a few brief moments. She found herself wondering what sort of man he was. As he slept, he looked so peaceful. Long, dark lashes framed his eyes. A thin scar ran along the right side of his strong, square jawline. During her ministrations, she’d discovered several more scars on his body. He’d obviously led a violent life. She wondered what had pushed him into such a life. She knew the war had caused many men to turn to crime. Was that what happened to this man? The holster and weapon Tobias had removed from around his waist indicated that he was a gunman for hire. Her thoughts were interrupted when the cabin door opened, and Tobias stepped inside.
   “Let me sit with him for a while, Miss Claire. You need to get some sleep.”
   She nodded. “He woke for a moment. His fever seems to have cooled some, but he’s not out of danger, yet,” she said as she stood.
   “Did he tell you who he was?” Tobias asked.
   “No. He didn’t speak,” she replied, looking down into the man’s handsome face. Then, glancing back up, she said, “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
   Tobias nodded and slid into the chair she’d just vacated. Claire walked over to the pallet of blankets where James slept. Bending down, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He’d been so excited by the idea of having a real-life gunfighter in their cabin. She certainly didn’t share in his enthusiasm. She only hoped that whatever trouble the man had been involved in didn’t follow him.
~
“LET GO OF ME!” a voice bellowed. Claire jerked upright and jumped out of bed. She rushed to her bedroom door and threw it open. Tobias was struggling to hold the man down on the cot. He glanced up as her door banged against the wall.
   “He started thrashing around so violently I thought he was gonna hurt himself. Is there anything you can give him?” Tobias asked in a strained voice as the man continued to fight against him.
   She nodded and rushed back into her bedroom. Grabbing one of her remedy bottles, she hurried to the man’s bedside. “Hold him steady,” she instructed.
   Tobias increased his pressure on the man’s arms. Claire grabbed his nose, forcing him to open his mouth. Then she poured a generous portion of the brown liquid down his throat. The man sputtered and coughed, then roared, “SON-OF-A-BITCH!” One of his arms slipped free of Tobias’s grip. His fist flew up and connected with the side of Claire’s face. She stumbled back, placing a hand on the injury.
   Tobias regained his grip on the man’s arm. “I’m so sorry, Miss Claire. The man’s obviously out of his head.”
   “I know, Tobias. I’ll be fine. He really didn’t hit me all that hard. He should calm down in a moment,” Claire replied. In the man’s injured state, the blow had not been too forceful. It had been more surprising than painful. In addition, Claire had spent a year on the battlefield treating wounded soldiers. She’d heard every curse word known to man. She’d grown immune to their ranting a long time ago.
   A few seconds later, the man’s body went limp. She placed her hand on his forehead and noted the fever had intensified. She felt his wrist and was relieved that his pulse continued to be steady and strong. “We’ve got to do more to get his fever down,” she commented.
   “What’s goin’ on?” James’s sleepy voice asked.
   “He’s got a bad fever. Can you go outside and help Tobias fill the horse trough with cold water?”
   James nodded and followed Tobias outside. Ten minutes later, they returned. “It’s ready,” Tobias informed her. He scooped the man into his arms and carried him outside. The trough was in the small corral behind the barn. He strode over to it and placed the man into the water he and James had carried from the creek. It was fed from an underground spring that remained cool in spite of the summer heat.
   Claire breathed a sigh of relief when the man remained unconscious. “He’ll need to stay in the trough until his skin becomes cool to the touch. Then we can carry him back inside,” she instructed. “James, why don’t you go ahead and gather some eggs for breakfast?” she suggested. “The sun’ll be up soon.”
   “Can’t I stay and watch?” he asked.
   “There’s nothing to see,” Claire said. “He’s just lying there. Now, go do as I said.”
   “All right,” James reluctantly agreed.
   Thirty minutes later, Tobias and Claire had the man’s bandages changed, and he was once again resting peacefully on James’ cot. As they sat down to eat breakfast, James asked, “What happened to your face? Why’s it all red?”
   “I had a little accident this morning, but it’s all right,” Claire replied, reaching up to touch her sore jaw.
   James glanced over at the man sleeping on the cot. “Is he gonna live, Ma?”

   She nodded. “I believe he will. He seems like a very strong and determined man.”





Tuesday, August 26, 2014

SCARRED HEARTS is now available for pre-order!

My upcoming new Romantic Western is now available for pre-order. Expected release is November 10th. Order yours today and have it delivered on November 10th!


BOOK DESCRIPTION:


Claire Montgomery is a survivor. During the War Between the States, her family’s plantation was burned to the ground, killing both her parents and leaving her scarred, both physically and emotionally. Despite facing extreme hardship, she’s grown into a compassionate woman with a heart for helping people. She lives in a small cabin with an old ex-slave and a young boy, who was the lone survivor of a wagon train attack. The three of them have formed a make-shift family that includes a one-eyed cat and a baby fox. Their world changes the day a gunfighter full of bullet holes collapses on their land. 



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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Pet Health Tip #19- Hairballs

Hairballs are caused by a cat swallowing hair when it grooms itself.  Most of the hair is passed through the intestinal tract.  However, some of the hair stays in the stomach and aggregates into a hairball.  Young kittens don’t typically have hairball issues for two reasons.  First, they don’t lose much hair when they groom, and therefore, they don’t swallow much hair.  Second, their digestive tract is more active and moves the hair through more easily.  As cats age, they tend to shed more hair; thus causing them to swallow more hair.  Also, they are unable to pass the hair through their digestive tract as efficiently.  As a consequence, the hair sits in the stomach and aggregates into a hairball.  The hairball irritates the stomach causing the cat to retch.  Typically, the cat is able to successfully rid itself of the hairball by vomiting it up.

Hairballs are a normal part of a cat’s life.  They don’t usually cause many problems, other than to the owner who has to clean up the mess.  However, on rare occasions, a hairball will sit in a cat’s stomach so long that it hardens.  This can cause blockage and can become life-threatening.  Again, this is a rare occurrence, but one to be aware of.


So, what can you do about hairballs?  There are some hairball remedy products available.  These products work by binding up the hair and increasing the digestive tract activity to aid in passing the hairball.  They work well and I recommend using them for geriatric cats who have reoccurring issues with hairballs.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

PET HEALTH TIP #18- Feline Aids

"Feline Aids" is caused by a virus; specifically, the Feline Immunodeficiency Virus (FIV).  FIV causes symptoms in cats that are very similar to the symptoms that HIV causes in people.  It basically destroys the cat's immune system, causing them to be much more susceptible to infections.  Most of the time, the first indication a cat has FIV is that it has an infection that seems to be causing the cat to be more ill than it should.  An example would be a wound that won’t heal.  Another example would be an upper respiratory infection that just won’t go away.

FIV is transmitted from cat to cat through an exchange between the saliva of an infected cat and the bloodstream of a non-infected cat.  Most typically, this is through a bite wound.  The virus then hides in the cat for up to six years before emerging and attacking the immune system.  So, there are a lot of cats who have FIV, but are not showing any symptoms.  Because it is usually transmitted through bite wounds, FIV occurs most commonly in stray cats and the occasional indoor/outdoor cat.

The most full-proof way to protect the cat from contracting FIV is to keep the cat indoors.  That way they are never exposed to cats who have FIV.  Also, since it is transmitted through a bite, if your cat is only going into its own yard, then you don't really need to worry.  However, there are vaccines available for cats who do go outside and tend to wander.

Feline Leukemia Virus (FeLV) causes symptoms similar to FIV and is transmitted much more easily.  It can be transmitted from an infected cat's saliva to a non-infected cat through the mucus membranes (lining in the mouth, nose, and eyes).  Therefore, it can be transmitted by one cat simply hissing and spitting on another or through sharing a water dish, etc.  Therefore, if your cat is going to go outside, then I highly recommend that you have them vaccinated against FeLV.

A simple blood test is used to diagnose FIV and FeLV.  If you are going to bring a new cat into your home, I highly recommend you have her tested first.  That way you will know what you are dealing with.  Like I said, the cat can have the virus for years and not show any symptoms, so if they test positive, then you have to measure their expected life span and the risk to your other cats.


Unfortunately, there is no treatment for either virus.  However, many FeLV or FIV positive cats live long, happy lives.  If you have a cat that is positive for either virus, then it is imperative they remain indoor cats to prevent them from exposing other cats to infection.