I love this girl:
She may be a “mutt”, but she has the biggest heart of any dog I’ve known. If they had a dog competition for heart, she would win a blue ribbon.
She’s been a little “puny” over the past week or so, coughing and spitting up puddles of phlegm. Still eating and running around, but just not as “waggy”. Adam and I went to Nashville over Spring Break, and she left puddles in several places for Chuck to clean up when he got home. So, I took her to the vet on Monday. I was worried. She coughed all morning and choked up more puddles. She laid around. I had visions of being told that she had heartworms. That would be awful. When we got into the exam room, she headed straight for the one chair and hopped up in it, sitting very nicely. The vet tech laughed and said “Don’t you know that chair is for your momma?” Blackie just sat and stared at her, with nary a thump of the tail. Her suspicions were well-founded; having her temperature and a stool sample taken weren’t worth a wag. Bless her heart. She had a heartworm test, and a chest x-ray, too. Then the vet came back in to the room to discuss the results.
It turns out that Blackie is truly a part of our family and shares our DNA. She has “allergic bronchitis”, the dog version of seasonal allergies. Yep, just like the rest of us. Antibiotics and cough suppressant have eased her symptoms, and yogurt on her food has helped her appetite and settled her tummy. And I am very grateful that our sweet girl is going to be OK….