Dangers of Raw Milk

The consumption of raw milk over the last few years has increased due to the feeling that it has many benefits from good bacteria over pasteurized milk and milk products.  Pasteurization while not changing the milk does kill bad  bacteria like Tuberculosis,  Brucellosis and Listeria which will make people sick.

Stay safe and feel free to share.

Dr. Mundschenk

 

 

Texas raw milk Brucella contamination hits 7 states

By Coral Beach

Food Safety News

September 15, 2017

 

 

Although it is against federal law to sell unpasteurized milk across state lines, the CDC and state health departments are investigating illnesses in at least seven states in relation to Brucella bacteria found in raw milk from a Texas dairy.

 One woman in Texas has been in the hospital for weeks with a lab-confirmed case of brucellosis. A sample from her matches antibiotic-resistant Brucella bacteria found in raw milk from K-Bar dairy in Paradise, TX, according to Texas officials and the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

 “It’s very important for people who drank raw milk from this dairy to seek treatment to prevent infection with Brucella RB51,” said Dr. William Bower who is leading the CDC’s brucellosis investigation group.

 “Even if people don’t have any symptoms now, they can develop a chronic infection that can impact their health for years to come.”

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Leptospirosis update

Leptospirosis seems to be here to stay in Arizona. Traditionally laboratory data has shown that the disease existed in Arizona, yet there were only a few cases diagnosed every  year.    Since November of 2016 we have seen an uptick in the number of cases in dogs with over 80 cases reported to date.

Leptospirosis in Arizona
** With the steady increase in the number of dogs diagnosed with Leptospirosis  throughout Arizona, the State Veterinarian, Dr. Peter Mundschenk, recommends dog
owners consider vaccinating their pets. Dr. Mundschenk strongly recommends that dog boarding and day care facilities consider requiring proof of a Leptospirosis
vaccination prior to boarding. **

The Arizona State Veterinarian’s Office encourages dog owners to watch for
common signs of Leptospirosis in their pets:
 Drinking more than usual
 Urinating more than usual
 Lack of urination
 Redness in the eyes
 Depression
 Reluctance to eat
 Fever over 103.5° F
If your pet has any of these signs or you are concerned about Leptospirosis in your
pet family member, please seek advice from your pet’s veterinarian.

Your veterinarian may recommend vaccines for Leptospirosis depending on the degree of risk they may have. Dogs at increased risk include:

Outdoor dogs that engage in hiking and swimming in natural waters
Dogs with contact with other animal species (i.e. farm animals or wildlife)
Hunting dogs
Dogs that are frequently exposed to areas of standing water or flooded areas.
Dogs that have frequent exposure to other dogs in high density areas
(dogs shows, dog parks, pet boarding facilities)
Dogs that travel frequently or have contact with dogs that travel

Because Leptospirosis can infect humans owners should be aware that they can be infected with Leptospirosis from contact with urine. However rare, there are some precautions that owners, veterinarians and their staff should consider:
Avoid areas that pets urinate frequently
Wash hands after taking pets for their walks
Wash clothes that may have come in contact with pet urine
Symptoms of Leptospirosis in people vary. If pet owners are concerned about
their risk of infection, they are encouraged to talk to their primary care
physician.

In Arizona due to the public health concerns, Leptospirosis is a reportable disease to the State Veterinary Office who works in conjunction with State and Local public health offices to follow up to make sure there are not any human infections.  Reporting is important to monitor spread of the disease.

 

Reminder for Local Jurisdictions Regarding Leptospirosis Reporting

 Local public health departments might have noticed an increase in the number of reports sent to them by veterinarians about canine cases of leptospirosis. It is the responsibility of public health to follow-up with dog owners and veterinary staff since this is a zoonotic disease, and it is the responsibility of the Arizona Department of Agriculture (ADA) to follow-up with the animal investigation. The Arizona Administrative Code R3-2-402 requires that veterinarians report animal cases of leptospirosis to the ADA Office of the State Veterinarian (Dr. Peter Mundschenk) by the end of each month at the latest.

ADA has noticed a lack of reporting by veterinarians about canine cases of leptospirosis. Although messaging and notifications are going out to veterinarians to improve reporting, ADA has requested that any reports of canine leptospirosis sent to local public health be forwarded to ADA as well so that they are made aware and can follow up on the animal side. ADA is also requesting that local public health remind the reporting veterinarian that they need to contact the ADA State Veterinarian. In addition, any cases send to ADA will result in a notification to local public health to follow-up on the public health side.

Local jurisdictions can forward animal cases of leptospirosis reported to them directly to the ADA State Veterinarian Dr. Mundschenk at pmundschenk@azda.gov.

Veterinarians can report animal cases of leptospirosis by submitting a fax to 602-542-4290 or by e-mail at diseasereporting@azda.gov.

Thank you for your continued efforts and collaboration!

Dr. Peter

 

 

Merry Christmas 2016

As we close out 2016, I would like to say as Howdy as your State Veterinarian and look forward to working with everyone in 2017.  I plan on keeping up on this blog to let everyone know what is happening around the state.

Came across the following  poem for Christmas enjoy!

Peter Mundschenk State Veterinarian

A Rifle for Christmas

Christmas is about a lot of things. But at it’s very core, it’s about our relationships with God and each other. Here’s a story to remind us of that.
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve, 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted so bad that year for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible; instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said.  “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.”

I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job, I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy.

When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.”

The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood—the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing?

Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?”

You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight.

Sure, I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “why?”

“I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood.  I followed him.

We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait.

When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked.

“Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn’t have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?”

“Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?”

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children—sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out.

“We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said, then he turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while.  Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.”

I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes, too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I’d never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two older brothers and two older sisters were all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, “‘May the Lord bless you,’ I know for certain that He will.”

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

-Rian B. Anderson from A Christmas Prayer

State Lifts Quarantine at Turf Paradise

(Phoenix) Today the Department of Agriculture lifted the quarantine at Turf Paradise Racetrack. The quarantine was implemented on January 28th, after three horses arrived from Dona Ana County, New Mexico where 74 horses have been diagnosed with Equine Herpes Virus. The quarantine was lifted following an investigation and determination that no other horses were affected by the virus.

“We ordered the quarantine to protect Arizona horses from a potentially deadly disease,” said Mark Killian, director of Arizona Department of Agriculture. “While these restrictions seem severe, they were absolutely necessary and, as intended, successful.”

The New Mexico Livestock Board quarantined several locations, but the 3 horses at Turf Paradise left before the restrictions were in place. Only one of the horses that came from New Mexico developed the neurological form of Equine Herpes Virus.

For the last 21 days, strict biosecurity measures have prevented the spread of the disease and no other horses have shown signs of infection or illness.

“The hard work of Turf Paradise management has prevented this isolated case from becoming an outbreak,” said Dr. Susan Gale, Acting State Veterinarian. “The quick action of the state and cooperation of Arizona horsemen, the Racing Commission and the track were key to our success.”

Equine Herpes Virus is only one of several dangerous diseases that threaten Arizona livestock. The department relies heavily on veterinarians and livestock owners across the state to watch for signs and contact the State Veterinarian’s Office with any concerns.