Not that it will stop all the emails, but maybe it will forestall a few. Basically, I wanted to give an official update. However, sharing my freakout over my poor little dog and our local vet shortage wasn't my intention for this post. (The SO just texted me that there is one vet and three dogs with rattlesnake bites!!) But when it comes to trying to diagnose my dog while he's having what looks like an asthma attack. I never ran into this until these last few years, and it's hard to get used to. There is literally ONE animal emergency center out here. But that would have been a total of TWENTY FREAKING DAYS OF HIS BEING SICK AND NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE NORMALLY. Hopefully, I'm overreacting and he would have been fine going another FIVE FLIPPING DAYS without seeing a vet (which is the soonest we could have got him in if we hadn't gone the emergency route). NOT BEING ABLE TO BREATHE PROPERLY IS AN EMERGENCY.Īnyway. Nobody seems to think this is an emergency except me. Marlowe is at the emergency room right now because I had a panic attack last night listening to him struggle to breathe. All of them inevitable and normal and reasonable. Easter, graduation party, birthday party, allergies, TAXES (UGH), sick doggie, on and on and on with the interruptions and distractions. So April was one of those months not particularly conducive to writing. You know you're going through something when you wake up in the morning worrying about whether the pine tree outside your window has too many pine cones on it.
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