So I was writing my post last night about the Jane Austen challenge, and let my rottie pup Phoebe outside to go to the bathroom. I let her back in about 20 minutes later, and sat back down to read a few of the reviews that others in the challenge have written. She was wandering about the house, as she is prone to do, and about an hour later when I got up to put my PJs on, she trotted into the bedroom. I noticed she was panting a little hard, but it’s pretty warm, so I didn’t think anything of it. When I went to the bathroom, she followed me in and laid down on the floor. Still panting, and slobbering pretty bad, I noticed her trembling a little, and reached my hand down to pet her, and my hand came back up with blood on it. I lifted her head up and the whole side of her face was swollen, and blood trickling down her snout. Well, shit. She’d either been bitten by a snake, or eaten something and it’s lodged in her mouth or throat somehow (which would not be farfetched, this is the same dog that ate a tiki torch in the backyard last year). I rushed her into the emergency vet and they said snakebite immediately. Sooooooo, $1500 and 24 hours later, she’s back at home, resting comfortably, but still pretty swollen and pained.
Her doctors were optimistic about her pulling through, and so we’re just waiting to see what kind of tissue damage she’ll have on her face. On a more revengeful note, the neighbor knocked on the door tonight and said he found the snake in his backyard. Goodbye snake.
Serves you right, bitch. Too bad I can’t sell your skin for 1500 bucks.
