Yesterday I was having one of those afternoons where you're doing six things at once, and hitting the point of multi-tasking overload as the kids hit witching hour. Just one more thing would send the entire house into meltdown. So enter Sebby...
To see how he would react I offered him a tiny piece of chicken and then when he rejected that, some bacon. He tried to eat but could only hold the food in his mouth, and that was when I got really really scared.
Its been nearly a year since we lost our little spaniel Ella to a tick. I've been thinking of her lately as her rose is looking totally awesome atm.
Bless her, she dropped everything and rushed back to her surgery to meet hubby only twenty minutes later, whilst I fretted quietly at home. The kids were oblivious - it was confusing enough for them when Ella died and we felt it best to wait how this one turned out before telling them what was going on.
Now Sebby has the unusual past-time of catching bees. He scuttles around the garden pouncing on them, I've told him and told him that it'll end badly, but he hasn't been listening. Hubby rang from the vet to say that Sebs had a bee sting lodged in his tongue and his throat and mouth were swelling up. They knocked Sebs out, removed the bee sting and dosed him up on antihistamine and then home he came. Where he spent the rest of the evening wobbling around stoned out of his little pea brain.
Yes, so to hug him or strangle him... I still haven't decided.