Yeah, I’ve been pretty quiet lately, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I feel like a bad mama.
For the second time in a month, I carted Darcy to the emergency vet.
What began as a cough every 10 minutes had become a huff, hack or attempt to puke every two minutes. Darcy was miserable (the nurses said they could hear her hacking rooms away), and so was I – I recognized the staffers from The Split Nail Incident three weeks before. Bad mama!
The veterinarian’s diagnosis – $220 worth of X-rays later – was kennel cough. (My knowledge of this is limited to vet hand-outs and random Googling, but I do know it’s a highly contagious virus.) Knowing that symptoms show up two to 14 days after exposure, I STILL have no clue where and when she picked it up. Ugh. Anger.
For 10 days, she’s been on antibiotics and cough suppressants, but only in the past three days have those honking coughs really let up. She coughed. All day. And allll night.
I try so hard not to, but I wonder if Darcy’s going to be our "problem child." Our poor little rescue dog who scampers away at the sound of kitchen cabinets closing just can’t seem to catch a break. Plus, we’ve exhausted every pill-hiding food we have. She’s on to us. So now, the dog I feed only the best, natural food and snacks is getting … pills crushed up in Cool Whip. (Huh, on second thought, well-played, Darcy, well-played.)
Darcy has been an adventure. And while I feel like I could have prevented two trips to the vet, maybe that’s not the case. Besides, as ooey-gooey as it sounds, at least we’ve seen how much she loves us – she’s been chasing Penny (who has gotten pouty without her playmate) and giving us lots of appreciative kisses. There’s SO much love in those eyes.