How To Build A Dog Wheelchair

he is having his back leg amputated the day after tomorrow and the other one is diseased also and will have to be removed later. he is a toy breed. i found several web sites that sell them but they are too expensive since my vet bills are already topping $3,000. Can anyone help me with plans? have any of you made one?

There are several plans here> http://www.handicappedpets.com/HomemadeC arts.htm
You might also ask your vet if they have one that someone has donated, as they often do. Also, if you have a community-minded animal shelter in your town, they often get donations of these as well. I would think a Yorkie would only need a small base, such as a modified skate board (wheels) to build on.
Here is another site with a simple pattern and a discussion group with more tips> http://www.instructables.com/id/EESY539X VAEP286I1T/
Another idea> http://www.funadvice.com/q/homemade_pet_ wheelchair
Sources for used wheelchairs> http://www.handicappedpets.net/viewtopic .php?p=42168

This one is only $99, and seller has great feedback record> http://cgi.ebay.com/DOG-WHEELCHAIR-CART- CHIHUAHUA-CUSTOM-MADE_W0QQitemZ280092930 699QQcategoryZ1283QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ 1QQcmdZViewItem
Oooops..I see some sing her praises, and 3 are not happy with theirs.

2007-03-18 00:07:05 by justme

Build a dog wheelchair yourself! Click arrow at right for more info. This video shows Hope between the ages of 6 and 8 months. First she is in a ...

I live in Ohio and recently went out of town. I had a friend in my apt building watch my dog while I was gone. She has a dog as well. When I got home she was at work but she left me a key so I could get my dog back. She also asked me if I could let her dog out. I was walking the dog down the street (on a leash) when a man in a wheelchair passed by so I stepped over to let him pass. As he did, the dog lunged at him and bit him on the hand. The ambulance had to come and he needed 16 stitches. Neither I nor the owner have any renter's insurance and really do not have any way to pay for these damages. I'm not sure how responsible I am just for walking the dog. She gave me no warning that he may snap at people. What should I do?

I personally would say that you're both responsible - you were handling dog and the owner owns the dog. However in court I'm sure you could say something about the owner not giving you any hint at all that the dog could bite. The dog should be muzzled. Personally I don't think you were at fault as you were just handling a dog that you didn't know. But where the law stands, I don't know. Good luck...

2009-09-22 17:33:25 by snarfman1234

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I have a 1 year old female westie. She's been coming to work with me (a very small business, selling wheelchairs) and has been great. Everyone loves her and she loves them. The first time the mail lady saw Lilly, the mail woman was terrified, which was about 8 months ago. Well, after a month, the mail lady was OK with her, in that we didn't have to hold the dog while the mail lady was in the building. You could still sense that the woman was still scared of my dog, though, but Lilly (the dog) was fine with her. Today, the mail lady came in, lilly looked at her and turned and did something else. The mail lady was walking out and all of a sudden Lilly charged towards her, barking agressively. She hasn't ever shown any type of aggression towards people before. She's got many dog friends too. The mail lady threw a box in her face and we grabbed Lilly. We told her no and put her in a cage for a few minutes. I'm really not sure how to discipline her for something like this...or do I need to discipline her? Did she act this way because she sensed the fear or what? Please help. I feel horrible for the mail lady.
we did tell her sorry and that we will get her when she comes in from now on. the woman didn't say anything.

More than likely she is picking up the fear off of the woman and is reacting to that. Weakness usually inspires intimidation in dogs.

You have two solutions to this issue. Either have the lady leave the mail somewhere else or if she is willing to spend some time with the dog, get her to toss your girl some treats then work her way up to offering them from her hand. She might have been bitten as a kid, you never know. Westies are hardly intimidating looking dogs although very feisty.

2009-03-26 11:18:52 by Wanna-Be Baby Mama

How often does she need to go outside for a walk. She is trained to use pads in the apartment. I am disabled and cannot walk her. She rides on my wheelchair and goes out once a week. What does she need? she has toys to play with but no other dogs here in the building where I live.
those devices do not work with a wheelchair and a very small dog. tried them when I lived in florida had a peice of springy metal tied to her leach and then my handle as it will not fit a w/c post.

well since she is a small dog she doesnt need as much exercise as a bigger sized dog would need, i would say only a few times a week, I would take her to a dog park to socialize every now and again, hope this helps! ^_^

2008-08-21 21:42:46 by Nora

Part 2
How was I going to get past them? “Come on think” I said. Then it hit me. I went to my collection of varnished, hardened pooh and chose my favourite piece. Collecting my excrement and baking it in the oven had been one of my favourite pastime. The particular piece that I had chosen was a work of art. It was pale in colour but strong in odour and it had the added bonus of containing fragments of nuts which gave it an interesting texture. I placed the turd onto the seat of my wheelchair and sent it down the lift with a note to distract the yobs whilst I made my escape. While the youths were trying to figure out why the hell a wheelchair with a pooh on the seat and a note saying “life’s a cabaret boys” had just come down the lift, I dragged my deformed body to the garbage chute and exited the building.

I landed with a thud and was covered with rancid household waste but at least I was out of the flat. I was now stuck inside a skip at the bottom of the garbage chute. Luckily I had been working on my upper body strength for some time, so pulling myself out of the skip was not an issue.

The hooligans were now riding around the car park on my mobility scooter at full velocity. How was I going to get my beloved wheelchair back? I thought. I needed a way to hit those swine’s where it hurt. Ah ha! It suddenly dawned on me. They had my beloved wheelchair so I’ll take their beloved Staffordshire bull terrier '******' as a bargaining tool. (Yes not very politically correct I know, but it’s not my choice of name. I’m just giving you a bit of gritty realism here.)

Luckily I have the ability to scream at such a high frequency that it’s only detectable by dogs and cats. I let out my screech and low and behold ****** let go of the leather seat cushion he was savaging and looked in my direction.

Now if you remember my head was coated in mashed potato so when he saw this he immediately came running over to me for a taste! Of course, I hadn't really thought this through because as he came running, I saw the raw animal instincts in his eyes. Oh dear too late, he leapt at me and clamped his jaws round my skull. This wasn't what I had planned. Now the yobs won’t take me seriously, how can I negotiate returning their mutt if it’s attacking me? I looked like an utter fool.

I was being shaken about like a rag doll for a good 5 minutes before any of the louts had noticed me “at last” I thought.
"Look ******'s attacking that freak who lives in the flats, let’s have a closer look in-it" said one of Burberry clad the teenagers.
"Hello my friends" I said whilst attempting to regain my composure. “I have something which may be of interest to you.” (Using my quick wit I remembered what I had in my rucksack.)
"What’s that then?" said one of the thugs.
"Cocaine my friend.” If you want it then you must return my wheelchair at once." I replied.
"Let’s see it then" he asked.
"Here, now return my belongings and you may have it, there's plenty here for all of you." "Yeah alright, you got a deal mate" he agreed.
Hoping they’d have pity on an old fool I asked for one more favour “Please help me back onto my wheelchair" I whimpered. With that they grabbed me by the throat and slung me onto my beloved chair. "Here" I said "have a good night boys." As the ruffians all scrambled over each other to get their fair share I made my way off to the docks.

to be continued...

Well, basically Jelly Beans and sausage garbage pails are the main problem here, it's clear you don't have a clue about bicycles and know nothing of outer (or indeed, inner) space, so I won't bore you with the fundamentals. Potholing can be a serious sport - unlike water skiing, which is just FUNNY! - but the leaving behind of your goldfish was a silly thing to do when you only had one arrow left in your quiver.
It's one thing to want your father resurrected but another to want him to have an opinion about it. He wasn't the one who shot J.R. anyway, was he? A life less, or more, ordinary is what you crave and, by golly, you shall have it, if I know anything about it.
Just don't let sky-diving put you off, if it's any consolation, once you've done it once, you won't want to return to the skies anyway. Unlike that eagle you have concealed in your undercrackers!
Don't give up, and keep the squirrels out of the hedgerows...

2009-02-12 01:59:08 by Gummy Bear