Well, today has certainly been...eventful. Mud ran some errands with me today before going to a small park for some training and play. Some friends and I were going to lunch shortly after, so I took her home. After lunch, I came home to a swollen, black-white-and-tan furry face. Mud looked pitiful, although she acted like everything was fine. Carefree and cheery as always, she wandered around, one eye swollen so much that she couldn't see. Her rotten pumpkin-shaped face didn't seem to bother her at all. I immediately called the vet of course, assuming an insect bite of some kind, most likely a spider as we live in the country where these are plentiful.
As luck would have it, our main vet was out of town...no answer at the clinic or on his cell phone. Our second choice....no answer. I called Dad looking for more ideas, and we called the father of a guy I go to school with, who happens to be the same vet who neutered Rusty. He was close and good, so off I went. Mud was thrilled just to be in the truck. She loves car rides. So while I was scared to death and crying, she was happily drooling all over the passenger seat daydreaming about the cars flying by that she could "herd." After all, those things might hold people who could pet her. Why not corner them and let them all out to greet her? Lol...so anywho, we rushed into the office and were immediately taken back to an exam room(but not before Mud showed her appreciation for the procedure on the waiting room floor). He took her temperature, weighed her, offered her a treat from a jar that she was intent on inspecting(which she refused), and came to the conclusion that it was a reaction to an insect bite. She got a cortisone shot and a good petting, and I eventually calmed down. We headed back home, her and her rotten pumpkin shaped face, still not at all affected by her ordeal. The swelling is going down, and she can at least see out of that eye now. The culprit was probably either at the park or somewhere in my house(isn't that lovely). So, I'll be keeping an eye out, and hopefully Mud will be a little less curious. Today I was going to give her a bath and then she was to meet a friend of mine and her heeler/catahoula at a nearby park...and tomorrow she is supposed to be going to see the woman who was her foster owner when I adopted her. Third time to visit a vet in 2 weeks...(taking Zeke to get neutered, picking him up, taking Mud)...I hope I don't have to go to a vet's office for a LOOONG time. There's only two dogs left that haven't been to the vet recently, and hopefully they won't be looking for any Christmas presents at the vet anytime soon...
As luck would have it, our main vet was out of town...no answer at the clinic or on his cell phone. Our second choice....no answer. I called Dad looking for more ideas, and we called the father of a guy I go to school with, who happens to be the same vet who neutered Rusty. He was close and good, so off I went. Mud was thrilled just to be in the truck. She loves car rides. So while I was scared to death and crying, she was happily drooling all over the passenger seat daydreaming about the cars flying by that she could "herd." After all, those things might hold people who could pet her. Why not corner them and let them all out to greet her? Lol...so anywho, we rushed into the office and were immediately taken back to an exam room(but not before Mud showed her appreciation for the procedure on the waiting room floor). He took her temperature, weighed her, offered her a treat from a jar that she was intent on inspecting(which she refused), and came to the conclusion that it was a reaction to an insect bite. She got a cortisone shot and a good petting, and I eventually calmed down. We headed back home, her and her rotten pumpkin shaped face, still not at all affected by her ordeal. The swelling is going down, and she can at least see out of that eye now. The culprit was probably either at the park or somewhere in my house(isn't that lovely). So, I'll be keeping an eye out, and hopefully Mud will be a little less curious. Today I was going to give her a bath and then she was to meet a friend of mine and her heeler/catahoula at a nearby park...and tomorrow she is supposed to be going to see the woman who was her foster owner when I adopted her. Third time to visit a vet in 2 weeks...(taking Zeke to get neutered, picking him up, taking Mud)...I hope I don't have to go to a vet's office for a LOOONG time. There's only two dogs left that haven't been to the vet recently, and hopefully they won't be looking for any Christmas presents at the vet anytime soon...
