Yesterday, Lola the Dog greeted me with an eerie calm. When she didn’t open her shark mouth at me, I worried that something was wrong. Late last night, I held her paw and it felt warm and I decided on the spot that she was ill.
Except that today, she was her normal feisty self and came at me with her wide-open slobbery mouth and the tail-wagging that sways her whole body in a happy hula dance.
So, all was well.
Except that tonight, when I returned home from Grace’s soccer practice with take-out food for the kids, I noticed that Lola looked puffy.
I called her to me and took a close look at her face which was swollen to an alarming balloon shape. I did some Google-searches and (ALLERGIC REACTIONS! SHOCK! DEATH!) called my vet’s office, which was closed but had a referral number to an emergency vet. Then I called the emergency vet, explained the situation, learned that an exam would cost $75 and got directions to the office.
I’m telling you, my dog looked like she was being inflated, face-first.
The diagnosis? A probable bee sting followed by an allergic reaction.
The solution? Seventy-five dollars worth of shots containing steroids and antihistamines.
And she has to have Benadryl for a couple of days.
The vet thinks yesterday’s strange symptoms were unrelated to today’s excitement. I think the puppy should stop close encounters with bees.
Also, completely coincidental is the fact that earlier tonight I was looking for my copy of The Secret Life of Bees. Any time I get rid of a book, I regret it eventually. Drat.
UPDATE: I found my copy of The Secret Life of Bees.