Little Miss Trouble earned herself a trip to the emergency room last night. For the second time, she got into something that made her face swell. The first time, it was just her eye. This time, eyes, neck, jaw. She looked more like a pit bull than a golden retriever. I figured it was better to get her to a vet than to risk a middle of the night crisis, so off we went.
54 pounds of puppy is a lot of strength, and trying to manipulate her while opening and closing doors and filling out paperwork is a trick. At one point, the vet tech suggested rattle snake--unlikely, but not impossible--but they couldn't find fang marks to match. I figure it was a spider or one of the bugs she likes to catch got her instead. Two hours, with steriods and benedryl by IV, later, we headed home. She looked a bit better, but by this morning she looked herself.
Lunch with the Barefoot Contessa
8 months ago