Dogs, Euthanasia, and Life Afterwards

I wish we could know when it’s the “last time” for something.

My dog went from fine, with senior mobility problems, to dead within a week. I didn’t know it was our last walk when it was our last walk. That was on Thursday, August 9. I can’t even remember it.

On Friday, August 10, five people came to stay at my home for my son’s engagement party that I was giving the next day. I didn’t take Luna for her morning walk because I left to exercise early. Everyone was here by mid-day; we went out to dinner, so I didn’t take her for her evening walk as well. I did not know we had taken our last walk until a chain of events began to happen.

In 1999 we rescued Luna, a boarder-collie mix with her non-biological brother, Rocky. They had been rescued together and were a team from the start. They were born in the fall and NASA reported that we would have “The Brightest Moon of the Century on December 22, 1999.” So we decided to name her Luna.

Rocky and Luna as Puppies

Rocky and Luna as Puppies

Rocky died on February 11, 2013 from congestive heart disease (See my post, “Congestive Heart Failure in Dogs . . .) Luna lived two more years. Rocky had been the dominate dog, being male and being larger than Luna. But Luna could hold her own quite well. She was a lady, but also a dog lady.

On Saturday, August 11, the day I was having 30 people for a sit down dinner in my back yard, the first thing happened.

Luna didn’t get up in the morning as she normally did. I enjoyed sleeping in, figuring I needed to rest for the big party. But by 10 it was very unusual she hadn’t gotten up, and so I petted her and talked to her, and she got up.

Then the second thing happened. As I was fixing her breakfast, she walked out of the kitchen. Luna is a food hound. She is the kind of dog who would eat anti-freeze before you could stop her. When I gave her her treat each evening, she ate it as though someone would take it away from her if she didn’t gobble it as fast as she could. So when Luna walked away as I was preparing her food, I was shocked. I took the food dish and showed it to her. She was in the dinning room by then. She came back in, ate half and walked away again, going toward my bedroom. Again, pure shock. I found her in the hallway on the ground. Although I had put down runner type carpets everywhere so she wouldn’t slip on the tile floors, I figured she had slipped again. I helped her into my room.

Then I noticed the third thing. She had pooped in the hallway. That is probably why she slipped. But this was also a shocker. If she had to go, she would go to the door that led to the back yard. And, yes, a couple of times in her life she pooped there, if I had not noticed she needed to go out. She was too polite to bark.  But I wish she would have.

I cleaned her and the floor, and then the caterer was here. Luna came outside as she normally does. I was working with the caterer and noticed she was making her way to spot in the bushes where it is nice and cool. But it’s also a spot where she sometimes gets stuck. By the time I looked again, she was on her bed by the back door.

Then the fourth thing happened. She had thrown up some of her breakfast and didn’t get up – or try to eat it. As gross as it is, that is her normal move whenever she has thrown up. I will never know if that was out of neatness or hunger, since she loved to eat so much.

During the party, I put her on her bed in a comfy spot in a carpeted bedroom. She seemed okay, but I was very worried. The next day, I saw a vet at the clinic where Luna’s normal vet works. He said it was her back and gave her a shot of prednisone and put her on a muscle relaxer. I was ecstatic. My dog would live.

But the next day, she was worse. While on Sunday she could still walk, on Monday, she could not manage to push herself up to walk unassisted. I thought it was the muscle relaxant. I stopped it. The next day, Tuesday, her vet was working. She also thought it was her back. She gave her an intravenous injection of prednisone, and a regular shot of prednisone, and a pain pill she has tolerated before when she tore an ACL.

But she got worse.

I bought her treats to get her to eat and to take her pills. I contacted the vet and asked if I could cut the pain medicine in half, thinking that was what was causing the decline. I bought raw ground beef as I used to do for Rocky when he was very sick and wouldn’t eat. At first she ate it with relish. But by Saturday, she wouldn’t eat and began to have respiratory distress.

Luna at Ocean Beach

Luna at Ocean Beach

Our last normal day had been Friday, August 10 when my house filled up with out of town guests. I knew my days with Luna were numbered because she would have turned 16 in September, but I thought I would have had more time. Six months at least. I also thought that her back legs would just stop or break and would be the reason she would die.

During the last week of her life, she tried her hardest to let me know when she had to go out. But the last time she could get up was on Friday, August 14. After she walked outside, she laid down on the walkway and her breathing became so slow. Her body felt rigid. That’s when I realized she would probably not recover from whatever was happening to her. But I still thought I could wait a bit. I needed to be sure that this was not something that would pass. Maybe she could wait until my son was able to come to town.

I feel like an idiot for thinking that. Euthanasia was a blessing for her as it became extremely clear by Saturday, August 15th that she was having trouble breathing; she wouldn’t eat, and she could not push herself up from a lying position. I did my best to keep her comfortable until the vet could come to my home. It would have been awful for her to have to been subjected to the stress of driving in Los Angeles on a Sunday to try to get to the vet’s location, 30-40 minutes away.  I carried her outside to lay on the grass for the last time on Sunday morning. Then she rested in as much comfort as possible inside till the vet arrived. She died on August 16, 2015.

I will miss my beautiful Luna always and forever. Same with Rocky. They were the best two dogs in the world.

If you have lost a pet and would like to share your experience, please do. I would like to know how others cope with the overwhelming loss of a pet. Our daily routines are forever changed as are our lives. It’s hard for me to accept that I couldn’t save her. No matter what I bought that last week, food, new elevated dishes, thinking they would help her back problem, treats. . . It was her time. Her body was done. I will never know exactly what was happening inside her. The vet suggested cancer. I don’t know. I think cancer moves more slowly.

I am so lucky to have had these two wonderful beings in my life . . .

Rocky and Luna

Rocky and Luna

Rocky and Luna

Rocky and Luna

Luna and Rocky with Goggles

Luna and Rocky with Goggles

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It’s Rattlesnake Season! – An Ode to All Misunderstood and – As A Result – DEAD Rattlers

Finished2This is an ode to a dead rattlesnake I saw today.

She must have been a beauty in snake terms.  A Queen of Rattlers.  She was mature and fully grown.  In life, her diameter was probably four inches round at least.  But a human chopped her up.  Her corpse was left in the street in a most violent and disturbing display.

I was on my hike, trying my hardest to decrease my time to the trailhead listening to encouraging music, walking up Michael Lane in Pacific Palisades.  She came into view in a startling display.  I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned at what I saw spread out on the street.

Part of her torso, which at first looked like a branch of a tree, glistened in the sun.  The scales were vivid.   The cuts made were clean and straight.  The instrument of death was probably a shovel.  Several yellow-jackets were busy feeding on the carrion.  But more shocking was her skeleton several inches away.  It was naked.  Exposed.  The 30 plus pairs of vertebrae curved up toward heaven beautifully arched to protect the internal organs now gone.  Next to the porcelain colored  skeleton was coyote scat.  Just beyond the long strip of thin bones was a ten inch translucent strip that was the remains of the gut.

The head and tail were missing.  It took me a few minutes to get my breath back.

As I looked in disbelief, I tried to piece the scene together.  Then I tired to walk away.  But I felt so overwhelming sad for the disrespectful display of death that had once been the life of a Queen, now fragmented and dissected by a human and one or more coyotes.

Yes, a rattler can seriously mess you up.   But so can humans.  Is that a reason to kill humans?  Maybe . . . if you are insane.

The snake wouldn’t premeditate a plan.  She wouldn’t sit in the bushes and wait for you to walk by and then strike.  But if confronted, yes, she will coil and rattle in an attempt to scare you away.  And she can also bite without warning.  That is if you step on her, or corner her, or threaten her.  It would be very painful and can cause serious consequences, including possible paralysis and death.  Depending on how lucky your day is going.

For the Queen, her day had gone poorly.  The human, who felt he had the right to crush the life of one the world’s best rodent-population-reducers on the planet, surely took the head and tail.  I don’t think the coyote would have found much value in munching on the venom glands in the jaws nor the rattles.  No meat to be found there.

snake cut

I picture the human placing the head and rattles in full view for his friends and family.  Maybe he will put them in a jar and bring them out after a couple of beers.  Or maybe he will mount them in some kind of display of horror and death and place it in his living room.  When people view it, he will say what a close call it was!  A predator in his mist that could have done him in with one juicy bite.  But he had conquered the beast.  Then he will act very brave and those in his presence will  be amazed by his close brush with death.  After all humans are programmed to hate snakes.  Didn’t it start with Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?  Didn’t everything go bad because of the “serpent’s” influence?

In his telling of the tale, the human will leave out the fact that he is about a million times bigger than the snake and allegedly more intelligent than the snake, who cannot hear, and who has lousy eyesight.

The snake also lacks arms and legs.  So why the heck do humans feel the need to kill a snake just because they can?   To me it’s equivalent to killing a disabled person or anything that is smaller or out numbered.

This is the second rattler I have seen in this area. Over the years, I have seen four snakes on this part of Michael Lane – 2 rattlers – the other was alive and I rolled stones at it so it would go back into the hills – one Milk Snake and one Gopher Snake (Pictured below) that looks exactly like a rattler but doesn’t have fat diamond-shaped jaws.

gopher snake may 15

Gopher Snake Michael Lane, May 26, 2015

On Michael Lane,  one side of the street is lined with homes, and on the other side is the outskirts of Topanga State Park.  The month of May, and especially around Memorial Day, is when snakes are waking up, and coming out of hibernation.  I know this because I have lived in the canyons of the Santa Monica Mountains for a very long time.  By  mid-June they are have gotten to where they need to be and movement quiets down until fall.

If a rattler shows up in your yard and  you have kids or pets, you have no choice than to kill it.  You can call the fire department and they will kill it for you.  But if you don’t have kids or pets, you will be ridding your property of the best natural rodent eliminator.

I can imagine the comments I will get, so you should know that  I am terrified of rattlers just as much as anyone.  My dog came to face to face with one and that is how I know they bite without coiling or otherwise indicating they are going to bite.  My dog survived.  But it was terrifying and awful.

Today I used two small branches like chopsticks and put the Queen back in the bushes.  Yellow jackets and all.  I will have snake dreams that I hate as a result.  But it was just too disrespectful to leave her so exposed in death.  The coyote scat was significant and the delicate vertebrae looked so very venerable.  What I learned is what surgeons coyotes are.   And I am glad that another predator got to eat the dead snake.  Probably in coyote circles rattler meat is a delicacy.  The only way a coyote would get that lucky is when a dumb ass human chops up a rattler and leaves it on display to show his super human strength.

Now I know people reading this post will think I’m nuts.  I’m not.  But I am disturbed by humans who feel they have the right to harm and kill animals sometimes out of fear, or meanness, or stupidity.

Here’s to the Queen of Rattlers who was chopped in two on the outskirts of Topanga State Park on May 25, 2015.

snake with flowers

Queen of Rattlers RIP

Here are some pictures I have taken on Trailer Canyon Trail that is right off Michael Lane in Pacific Palisades.

gardner snakeGopher Snake 2013

milk snake

Milk Snake 2012 – On large rock in background

snake in grassSnake in the Grass – No Idea What Kind – 2013

rattler mem day 2010 Rattle Snake on Michael Lane – 2010 – Very Possibly the Queen

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LAX Shuttle Buses A Menace

lax shuttle pic

Going to LAX to pick up a loved one? A friend? Or perhaps you are going on a trip and will need a ride to the not-so-wonderful airport known as LAX.

First off, what does the “X” stand for?
Nothing.
Yep, it’s simply a placeholder so that the airport’s abbreviation has the required three letters. A portent to a poorly planned airport? Maybe.
LAX_many planes

I have lived in Los Angeles my whole life. As a teenager, I remember double dating  at Encounter, the rotating restaurant that used to serve a hamburger large enough for four people. I remember because it was awkward being on a date with a cute guy, and I had no idea how to get my section of the dinner-plate-sized burger  in my mouth in an attractive way. The fact that the entire restaurant was rotating didn’t help. But during the time period, which was the mid-60’s, it was not difficult to drive around LAX nor was parking a problem. Here’s a picture of how it used to look.          lax rest blk wht with parking

FAST FORWARD TO THE SHUTTLE BUSES

We all understand the wonderful intention of the shuttle buses at LAX. They are supposed to bring passengers from the various long-term parking lots, hotels, and car rental companies into the terminal. But have you ever looked into those buses. THEY ARE MOSTLY EMPTY!

I had not thought about it previously, but when I fly for short periods, I use one of the parking options outside the airport. And every single time I have been driven into the terminal, my shuttle has mostly been empty. Now multiply that by all the companies that drive a shuttle into LAX.

I own a Subaru Outback Wagon, a reasonably sized vehicle, yet  driving around LAX I feel like I’m in a mini-compact-bumper car.  I had always made the assumption that the buses were annoying but a good thing in that they transport many people. WRONG!

lax-poles and sunset sky

Next time you are unfortunate enough to have to drive around LAX, especially for an arriving passenger, take a look inside the buses. You will see either empty or almost empty buses. They clog the car traffic and create a terrifying ride around the terminal. A couple of nights ago, while picking-up my son,  there was a “Wally Park” bus on my right, and two on my left. Two were empty. One had three passengers.

TRANSPORTATION CONTROL AT LAX – DO YOU EXIST?

If so, how about some “boots on the ground” in the form of traffic control to keep it moving? To keep it fair for cars being squeezed by EMPTY shuttle buses.

How about a restriction on how many buses each company can have in the terminal at one time? And how about a stipulation that requires buses to have a minimum capacity of 1/2-1/3 full based on total possible capacity of the bus prior to entering the terminal?

Yes, one could say then why not impose car pooling on the cars entering? But as I said. I have lived here my whole life and we never had it so bad at LAX. Yes, there are more folks now calling Los Angeles County home. They flock here in search of a Golden Dream that California is mythically known for. So why not make it a reality and not a myth. California should be where dreams come true, not nightmares.

How about it LAXDOT??
parking at lax before structures Here is a picture of how it looked “pre-parking structure” era at LAX.

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Manicure and Pedicure for Four-Year-Olds?

Recently, the salon where I get my hair done installed 10-12 throne-style spa chairs. I stopped to stare. They look less like “chairs” and more like a “Barcalounger” for giants or a “Lazy Boy” on steroids. They looked inviting and intimidating at the same time.

In the throne sits the client looking bored and superior, as they are perched up higher than anyone else. On each side of the throne are busily working masked Asian women looking like they are uncovering delicate bones from an archeology dig that will reveal the meaning of life. Or the “Holy Grail.”  Another masked woman sits on a miniature blue chair that looks like it is made for a child. She is working busily at the client’s feet.

I have the feeling the client would love to pull out his/her cell to check for any recent emails or text messages, but most unfortunately possibly the only real block to one staring at one’s smart phone is the manicure.

Both hands being confined at first to small pink or pale blue plastic containers of warm sudsy water. Then each hand is held against the fat arm of the throne chair, having stubborn cuticles trimmed on one hand while on the other each nail is being filed with the same stroke one uses on a Stradivarius violin. Sadly, the client must wait until the end to see who sent them the most recent text or the latest news of the day.

Still staring, I see a cute blonde girl clicking away on her iPad. Too adorable! But then she climbs into a throne chair next to her mommy. This young girl is four-years-old. The masked women move in on her with the grace that demonstrates precise teamwork. After the soaking of the hands, and feet, but wait, her feet don’t make it into the footbath. One woman holds the bubbly water container up to the little girl’s feet.  The four year old has picked her color and makes funny faces while the women work on her tiny hands and feet and even tinier nails.

Before I know it, a boy, perhaps three, but no older than four, whose mom is having her nails done in the regular manner, at a regular manicure table in a non-throne chair, now climbs into a throne chair. And the team moves in on him. But wait, here’s another fourish-year-old climbing into a throne chair. Is this nursery school or a beauty salon? I’ll guess making mud pies is out of the question for these kids.

Toxin Alert

What about the many chemicals that are contained in nail polish? Yes, nails are supposed to be dead, right? But isn’t some of that stuff absorbed? What about the fumes that are predominate in any nail salon? The reason that the-smarter-than-the-client-women-who-work-there are wearing face masks.

In fact, according to a post on The Huffington Post Blog nail polish may contain formaldehyde, toluene, and dibutyl phthalate. I say some because there are a few brands that responded to health concerns and removed these dangerous chemicals from their polishes. To further support this, Medline Plus, published by the National Institute of Health has published the same information with suggestions on how to treat toxin exposure to nail polish from either swallowing or breathing the fumes. One consideration is size and weight.  Here’s the link http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/002722.htm

Perhaps there is a new sort of pressure on west Los Angeles mommies to “treat” their daughters and (surprisingly) sons to a pedicure and manicure to what? Keep up with the Joneses? In researching the cost of west Los Angeles manicures and pedicures, one salon listed titles such as “Mom-i-cure”$40; Kid-i-Cure” $9; and “Hold My Hand Gelicure” $75.

I think everyone should pamper themselves with bubble baths or massages or even buying a new purse that you just love and have to have. But this is different. This is exposing extremely young kids to toxins that can affect their health,. But possibly worse, its going to set precedent for a very long life time of expectations of a lifestyle they may demand.

And I can’t imagine being four and getting upset over chipping a nail.

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Congestive Heart Failure in Dogs and the Use of Sotalol

rocky from TyRocky

I originally wrote this blog in December 2012. I posted it and then pulled it  as I was afraid that it would jinx something, such as Rocky’s life.  Rocky passed away on February 11, 2013, and I do feel that there may be other dog owners who can benefit from knowing our experience regarding Sotalol.

Whoever is in charge of allowing dogs to have congestive heart failure does not have a heart.

My dog Rocky, a boxer mix, had congestive heart failure. Although he is a mix, his mom was a pure breed boxer, and boxers tend to have heart disease. I rescued him 13 years ago. Last April, on a visit to my mom’s home in Indian Wells, California, Rocky started acting nervous. We had visited my mom’s many times, so the next day when his breathing seemed too fast while he was at rest, I took him to a nearby vet, who ran an EKG and told me Rocky had a dangerous cardiac condition. He said his blood pressure was very high and Rocky was started on blood pressure medication.

As soon as we arrived back in Los Angeles, I took Rocky to a vet I knew well. He said Rocky had nothing wrong with his heart. I followed up with a cardiologist who agreed.  They both said now Rocky’s blood pressure was too low.

Was the vet in the desert a quack?

A week later, he started coughing. Back to the vet we went. We were told kennel cough. But the cough persisted. Rocky was put on even stronger antibiotics.

He kept coughing.

Then disaster struck. While on a walk only a few minutes from home, Rocky began to cough and passed out. He urinated as he collapsed, and it appeared he was dying, which I think he was. Luckily my son was with me. He ran home to get a car. Just before he returned, Rocky’s breathing picked-up and he slowly came back to life. This same scenario happened the next day after breakfast.

After the second collapse, we saw an internist at the same large veterinary clinic, since the cardiologist only works on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. We were there for 6 hours. The vet ran every test imaginable and put Rocky on many medications, adding new antibiotics for the cough. On Tuesday we finally saw the cardiologist again, who diagnosed Rocky with congestive heart failure (CHF). The bill for these two visits added up to thousands of dollars.

After getting the correct diagnosis and correct cardiac medication, Rocky was doing as well as could be expected-until last week. On December 7th, Rocky wanted to go out around 2 am. Once outside, he ended up collapsing like he had when this started. Only this time he also started shaking and overall it was a worse type of collapse.  As a result, in an email, his cardiologist suggested I increase his anti-arrhythmic medication, Sotalol. So I followed her suggestion.

This brings us to last week. Last Monday to be precise, one week after increasing the Sotalol. He seemed fine other than his coughing had increased.  As I put his leash on him, he became excited about going on the walk and collapsed and urinated. He recovered.

But  it got so much  worse. He began to collapse repeatedly:

  • Wednesday morning, two days later, he woke as usual at 7 am. But he didn’t make it out of my bedroom. He collapsed and urinated.
  • Wednesday afternoon he collapsed
  • Thursday 1:30 am he collapsed and urinated
  • Thursday at 9:30 am, he collapsed

He had stopped eating as well.

I emailed his cardiologist to ask what criteria she suggests for euthanasia, and I also asked her to confirm that the increased Sotalol is not a possible reason for this sudden decline.

Her response surprised me. The usual tone of compassion was absent. Instead she told me that unless I bring him in for an EKG and lung x-ray, there was no way to know what was going on. She said that if I do not bring him in, I should euthanize him.

I was stunned by her response. I wasn’t sure if the car ride would kill him, but I knew it would be close. But the question about the increased Sotalol had not been answered. I went online and you can read it for yourself at this site http://www.drugs.com/pro/sotalol.html or you can read the text from the link here:

Congestive Heart Failure

Sympathetic stimulation is necessary in supporting circulatory function in congestive heart failure, and beta-blockade carries the potential hazard of further depressing myocardial contractility and precipitating more severe failure. In patients who have congestive heart failure controlled by digitalis and/or diuretics, Sotalol should be administered cautiously. Both digitalis and Sotalol slow AV conduction. As with all beta-blockers, caution is advised when initiating therapy in patients with any evidence of left ventricular dysfunction. In premarketing studies, new or worsened congestive heart failure (CHF) occurred in 3.3% (n = 3257) of patients and led to discontinuation in approximately 1% of patients receiving Sotalol. The incidence was higher in patients presenting with sustained ventricular tachycardia/fibrillation (4.6%, n = 1363), or a prior history of heart failure (7.3%, n = 696). Based on a lifetable analysis, the one-year incidence of new or worsened CHF was 3% in patients without a prior history and 10% in patients with a prior history of CHF. NYHA Classification was also closely associated to the incidence of new or worsened heart failure while receiving Sotalol (1.8% in 1395 Class I patients, 4.9% in 1254 Class II patients and 6.1% in 278 Class III or IV patients).

To summarize the above statement, if someone has congestive heart failure it can get a lot worse from taking Solalol.

So I cut Rocky’s dose back to what it had originally been and he has stopped collapsing and has almost completely stopped coughing. Today is Sunday, Dec. 23, and he just finished eating his normal full dinner. I don’t have final answer as to if all of this has been caused by the increased medication.  After all, he did collapse prior to any change in medication. So it’s not a clear cut situation. Yet, the vet’s response should have stated that , yes, it is possible the sudden decline could be caused by the increased Sotalol.

Afterword: As stated above, Rocky passed away on February 11. Clearly his condition worsened, but equally clearly is the fact that by increasing the Sotalol, he had became much worse very quickly due to the drug. By reducing the dose back to what it had been, he had another good month, and as my son said, one good hour with Rocky is worth it.  Toward the end of January, the cough worsened again and he progressively became worse until he had to be euthanized. I will miss him forever.

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Would You Like a Semi-Auto Gun with Your Glass of Milk?

“Originally intended to protect our civil rights in 1787, our right to bear arms in 1987 has backfired. Instead our rights have been taken away.”

This was the opening line to an article I wrote that was published in the Los Angeles Times. At the time I was responding to an incident that had been published in the Metro Section on June 22, 1987, back when the Times had a Metro Section. At the time car passengers on freeways in Los Angeles were being shot and killed. The case I was responding to occurred to a young man riding as a passenger with his son in the back seat. I wrote, “That young man no longer had any rights when he was fatally shot in the neck by a passing maniac. ” This was not a single event. Back in ’87, people were getting shot on the 10 freeway, and it was not believed to be gang related.

Fast forward to 2012 and the shooting of 20 beautiful little kids and six adults whose rights were also taken away.  So now everyone wants to ban the sale of firearms. Rightfully so, but the guns used by the killer were legally purchased by his mother. So it goes beyond gun control. The guns should have been locked in a safe and the ammo? Who has tons of ammo sitting around his house? How did a 20 year old get the ammo?

The news media is now stating that the mother was from New Hampshire and was “comfortable” around fire arms. Great! But what in the world does that have to do with owning a semi-automatic rifle? If you want to kill a moose, it’s already an unfair scenario with a single shot rifle.  Will  someone tell me where a semi-automatic weapon comes in?

The federal government needs to absolutely ban semi-automatic assault rifles.  But we must look beyond that. How do we get America to go a step further and to lock up its guns? How do we prevent the sales of ammunition to a mentally ill  20-year-old? How can any owner of firearms find it acceptable to allow the guns to be as easily accessible as a glass of milk?

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Tranform Your Halloween/Thanksgiving Pumpkin

ImageReduce waste and get more out of your holiday pumpkin by transforming it into a holiday decoration. The one above was transformed by simply using high gloss red spray paint, glitter, ribbon, and other decorations. If you celebrate Chanukah, simply use blue paint instead of red.

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