I didn’t make it to the Four Seasons concert. Oh, I was there at the casino, playing a slot machine, with my ticket tucked safely in my purse. Then the call came from home–Sadie-beagle was all swollen up, and covered with hives. I rushed home, and niece-assistant Jen and I took Sades to the pet emergency clinic.
A couple of shots, a prescription, and a cheeseburger on the way home, and she was on the mend! (Given her doggie druthers, I’m sure Sadie would have opted for more cheeseburgers and fewer shots.) The diagnosis was an allergic reaction–to what we do not know, and the vet kindly instructed us not to drive ourselves crazy figuring it out. Good advice–and not just when it comes to pet care.
I’m always trying to figure things out! Some of them just have to go into what one of my favorite authors, Joel Osteen, calls the I Don’t Understand It file.
In the meantime, I’ll be grateful. Sadie is sleeping nearby, on her pink doggy bed.
Me? I’m headed for McKettrickland. I can hardly wait to see what Jesse and Cheyenne are up to today!
