![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
My idiot dachshund decided today to take a bite of bee. What he didn't seem to expect was the bee was going to bite back.
After much head shaking and drooling and a whole lot of feeling sorry for himself, he seems to be all right. I think he's going to end up driving me out of my mind, however.
I had no benadryl on hand (hubby took the last of it and didn't tell me), no vehicle to go get any or take the dog to the vet if he'd had a bad reaction. Alan's job is 20 minutes away, then it would have been another 20 to get him to the vet... I swear I was going to have a nervous breakdown.
But as they say, all's well that ends well. Now I just have to keep him from chomping another bee again tomorrow.
Because he will. He's a willful little shit.
After much head shaking and drooling and a whole lot of feeling sorry for himself, he seems to be all right. I think he's going to end up driving me out of my mind, however.
I had no benadryl on hand (hubby took the last of it and didn't tell me), no vehicle to go get any or take the dog to the vet if he'd had a bad reaction. Alan's job is 20 minutes away, then it would have been another 20 to get him to the vet... I swear I was going to have a nervous breakdown.
But as they say, all's well that ends well. Now I just have to keep him from chomping another bee again tomorrow.
Because he will. He's a willful little shit.
Tags: