I’ll be the first to tell you that my children are the smartest kids around. My dogs however…not so much. When we are roasting marshmallows in our outdoor fire pit, our boxer, Chelsey, will jump up and eat any descending ash. Last time she burned most of her whiskers to stubs. Fine, we giggled, she looked ridiculous, we moved on. The same cannot be said of the most recent dumb behavior of our Great Dane/Rhodesian Ridgdeback puppy, Lizzy. We have had to build a temporary fence around my garden to prevent the dogs from running through, pooping on, or eating of our plethora of vegetables. Who knew dogs liked cucumbers and tomatoes, right? This year due to my great gardening abilities (okay, so maybe I planted and then ignored) my herbs had grown out of control and had been oozing out of the fence. They had grown large enough to be covered in flowers…and bees! Wonderful, bees equate to pollination! Not to Lizzy; bees equate to a snack. The first time she decided to eat a bee she must have snorted it or it’s stinger up her nose as she keep sneezing and by morning her nose had grown three times as large as normal. The second time swelling occurred the family was reading scriptures together. We all giggled as we noticed her right jowl had grown huge and we made lots of “big dumb puppy” comments. The third time, I was home alone and noticed her face starting to swell. I started to giggle at her, until I noticed how the swelling wasn’t stopping. Her face became so large that her eyes were swollen shut, her ears had swollen, she had hives all over her body, she didn’t look at all like the same dog. I became nervous about her breathing as she started hiding (which is always a bad sign in dogs.) After I frantically called Ethan to come home, we called an emergency vet, because like children, animals only need help after hours or on weekends. Based on her weight, we had to give her three Benadryl’s ever four hours. Thanks to the medicine and cold compresses, the swelling in her face had gone down enough in a couple of hours that she could finally open her eyes again. Ah, but the most “bee”rilliant part of my doggy story…the next day while she was still puffed up to an abnormal size she went out and started biting at the bees again! Ahh, I guess we are still secure from dog world domination…
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Jellybean
10/24/2011 01:27:39 pm
Yeah that was pretty scary... I didn't even recognize her. Never eat bees again fat head(literally)!!!
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