So we had a bit of a scare at our house last night. Punky had not been feeling well for the past few days (i.e. not keeping her food down). We figured it was a bug that would blow over, until I got home last night to find my little snub nose puppy with a ballooning face. Her face was totally swollen, picture Veruca Salt in a canine version. We got scared and rushed her to the emergency vet. They put is in a room, which, unfortunately, we had already sat in once in out lives. I was less than pleased to be back in this room, but was certain this time would not be the same.
Being the evesdropper that I am, I spent our waiting period listing to other visitor's woes. This included one woman who I was certain said, "I am here with my 36 cats". Jeremy thinks I am very wrong, and she stated that she was, "Here with her very sick cat". Okay, whatever. Anyways, they gave her two shots, and we sat there, icing her face for a while to bring down the swelling. The shot did the trick and we were able to go home about an hour and a half later. Punky is fine - albeit still a bit puffy cheeked. But I could not help but think, thankfully, this trip, was better than the last. And now I think, hopefully I will never sit inside those 4 walls again. Ever.