…..Anna-Bell just wanted to say…..
((…..You will not believe how hard this photo was to take-She kept nodding off!…..))
…..Who’d have thought our Doglet would end up like this, 45 mins after her annual booster shot…..
Monday 7th November: Injection at 1.10pm. Anaphylactic reaction at 2.00pm
It’s sure looking like she is resembling her Mummy more than ever. And thank God that I saw her face and knew exactly what was happening to her, and that J was able to rush us all back to the vet in 3 minutes. This was only the second dog they had seen with this reaction at the practice and all 4 vets came in to witness AB’s impression of a Sharpei. Thankfully her tongue was normal as was her heart rate and breathing. We were praised for our swift action.
And so our baby dog received IV steroids, IV antihistamine and some sub cut shots of the stuff too.
It started to show visible signs of all going down in about 2 hours and by the evening she was exhausted, but eating us out of house and home thanks to the steroids! And her little pointy nose was nearly all back!
She was re-checked by the vet at 9pm and given instruction for further 1mg doses of piriton and pred if necessary.
How quickly these animals recover from such a nasty episode. Survival of the fittest, I suppose.
…..I’m more than grateful for my own experience with exactly the same allergy, in knowing exactly how quickly we had to react and for Cathy, our wonderful vet in acting so quickly, and not even charging us…..
…..So tonight is November 5th. If your lungs are like mine, don’t breathe for a few days!…..
So who exactly was Guy Fawkes?
In 1605, thirteen young men planned to blow up
the Houses of Parliament. Their leader was
Guy Fawkes, Britain’s most notorious traitor.
On the very night that the Gunpowder Plot was foiled, on November 5th, 1605, bonfires were set alight to celebrate the safety of the King. Since then, November 5th has become known as Bonfire Night. The event is commemorated every year with fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes on a bonfire.
Personally, I loathe fireworks night. The noise, the cold, the damp, the smell of the gunpowder which lingers for days, and the mere fact that now we seem to have Fireworks Season rather than fireworks night. It all makes for a nasty time for those of us with bad lungs. Last night the weekend seemed to kick off with the first of the local displays. I mean, we’ve just suffered Armageddon aka Diwali, and Armageddon 2 aka Hallowe’en weekend, and now this I also have a panic stricken tiny doglet who is terrified of fireworks. The pair of us had to venture out into the great rocket filled unknown last night for her trips to the toilet-and every time, a rocket banged overhead and shot us both out of our skins. And every time I had to breathe in that musty damp smoky gunpowder, the air tainted with phosphorous and sulphur, I induced massive horrid coughing spasms. I gave up and passed the buck for Julian to take her out-plus, he being pack leader managed to coax a wee wee out of her!
I never really enjoyed fireworks as a kid. My memory is of being cold, tired and sitting on Daddy’s shoulders getting pins and needles in my feet! And now I’m a firework avoider with these lungs and a miniature doglet to protect.
Thankfully, Guy Fawkes failed and was hanged. I do however wonder what we are celebrating on November 5th? His hanging or his failure?
…..Whatever your take on tonight, just watch those lungs, and be safe…..
…..A great day was had by all on Sunday at Elbury…..
We all gathered (a week late) to celebrate Jonny’s 27th birthday. My parents were fresh back from California and my sister and I were happy not to be worrying about school this week as we are now both on half term.
It was beautiful weather and we had lots of fun and a lovely walk over the common in the afternoon.
…..We woke up to a right pea souper yesterday….
Of course, the temperamental bellows knew what was out there even with the curtains drawn and every window in the house shut. I guess it comes in through the CO2 vents in the windows! AB wasn’t amused either-she sneezed when I took her out at 5.45am. We had to get up early. I was driving J to work at 7am-something which turned into rather an adventure in such horrid driving conditions. I had to get out the manual for his car as I didn’t know how to switch the fog lights on!
And all the way to the BBC, the lungs were protesting so. J sounded like a record getting stuck “You need a neb” and “Promise me you’ll have a neb as soon as you are home” turned into “Make that a double neb, please!”
Actually when I did get home a little after 8am, I ended up on a triple neb whammy, a double ventolin plus an atrovent and then a super seven percent saline one and a spot of gunk clearing physio.
Fog is my worst enemy.
I may have done my good deed for the day in driving J to work to help him, but silly me, I didn’t exactly help my lungs in time. And then spent the day in bed, accompanied by my mini Furry Fajita who herself does not appear to like the Fog either.
It did lift mid afternoon-my friend Tasha saw to that by single handedly blowing it away, all the way from Holland 🙂 😉
Today the fog is lesser this morning-but I took the time to wrap a scarf around my face before I entered into the great beyond to water the dog at 7.30am. Thus doing a wonderful impression of a burkha woman.
I’ve had a rather broken night-up twice for nebs. Oh how these little barometers do annoy me so. I’m in for a bit of a duvet day again here, no doubt.
….Reckon the time of year has arrived to dig out all the scarves and gloves!…..
…..Do you Wiff Waff, or should I say, Ping Pong?…..
On Saturday we had a fun Family Day to celebrate my Sister’s husband, David’s birthday, and the arrival of their new outdoor Table Tennis Table.
It was a great afternoon, the sun shone and Oliver arranged a proper tournament that Alexander won, and everybody had a go at playing Wiff Waff, well, that is, except AB and Tiger. It seems hilarious that in my Father’s photo collage, AB seems to have appeared on everybody’s laps, except the cats.
Tiger is huge-more Maine Coon than Cat. She slept all afternoon and it was AB who spotted the mouse trotting across the patio and up the grape vine!
I was so stiff the next day-I need paracetamol to get my legs going again. Mum did her back in and Dad was, well, rather wiff-waffed out!
…..In my dear old Grandparents traditional of Family Fun Days, it looks like the Wiff Waff tournament is going to become an annual event!…..
…..Today we wish our little doglet a Happy 1st Birthday…..
And yesterday we had a lovely get together with Mum, Dad, S-J and the boys coming for Pimms and nibbles and cupcakes.
Everybody was so kind spoiling AB rotten with new toys and birthday cards.
It’s unusual to be here at this time of the year so we decided to make it a fun Family occasion as on future birthdays we may well be in Palm Springs. Sadly though, Julian was at work and starts his night shift today, but of course we are all cool as cucumbers in this house now, which gave birthday doglet a chance to wear her pretty party dress yesterday!
…..Many Happy Returns, little doglet! We love you so much and thank you for all the joy you bring everybody…..