Is it time to change her name from Lefty to......
Or maybe she is just not the "Outdoorsy Type"?
I should probably start by saying that I'm OK! But here's the whole story:
Mom and Honey decided to take a quick getaway over the weekend, since Mom has never seen "the house in Wisconsin". So, they loaded up the car with all sorts of crap, including our crate!
Because the Foo (me) couldn't be left with just anyone. All those eye drops, you know. So, a road trip to Wisconsin it was. We've been to Wisconsin before to go to PugFest, and that was OK, so we were excited.
Except it was pretty hot out around here. But Mom cranked up the A/C in the car, and all was good. I got to sit on her lap for most of the way too. Did you know that the floor in front of the passenger seat is the exact perfect size for a Foo? She even carried me into the grocery store when we got the Prtizl's for "provisions" (Honey forgot the buns). And we even got our personal fan up at the house.
This is me, enjoying the wilderness, from the deck.
That's my "Before" shot.
And here's Gen.
Note the creative use of the forks by Honey, who forgot a few parts for the grill.
For most of the way back, I was doing fine. Crazy Honey HAD to go see the Ten Chimneys Historial Landmark. Honey thought is was some kind of Native/Indian natural landmark, but no. It had something to with actors. Whateves. He and mom got completely eaten by 'squitos. Serves em right. Then mom HAD to stop at this quilt shop. Patched Works. Yeah right, like she doesn't have enough UFOs!
At the quilt shop, Honey took us on a nice quick walk while momma was shopping and we were both just fine. But when momma took us out of the car at home, I had a puffed up belly, was really hot and having trouble standing, along with my exaggerated panting. Now I am an old girl, so I do pant alot. But mom knew this was just not right.
So I got a quick ride to my old friends at Animal 911. They were REALLY worried about me. I had to stay overnight, with oxygen and a tubie down my nose (yuck). They gave me an IV and lots of medicines to help my breathing. They checked on me all night. By the time momma came back in the morning, I was able to breath all by myself, no more tubbie. See:
I'm not quite my energetic old self, but I'm breathing OK and just taking it easy. My regular vet even called to see what kind of trouble I got my self into this time! See my aligator head stuffie? He's helping to keep me comfy. I get to take 4 different medicines every day for about a week. That translates into a lot of WHIPPY CREAM! And take a look at my EYE! It's almost all better now. It must be allPaw Power my friends are sending! See, it's WORKING!
Don't I look comfy?
And let's not forget Big Sister Gen, who has been watching over me. Right now she is laying low (ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz) to keep the excitement level down so I can recover. Thanks, Gen.
Fuji the Drama Queen