February 10, 2012 by Shannon
So I am awakened at 5:22 am by Rama’s whining to go out. This is not unusual and neither are the running puppy fits she was having around the front yard. She dove into a pile of dirt near the fence, and I dropped a few expletives on my way across the yard to retrieve my now-filthy dog. I marched her back inside and tried to settle back into bed. She persisted at whining and pawing at the door and I heard her vomit. I jumped out of bed to find a bit of frothy vomit with grass in it. Took her back outside, where she proceeded to go right for the dirt again. She was rubbing her face furiously in it. I went to retrieve her again and brush off her muzzle, and that’s when I noticed it. Her muzzle felt HUGE. It was dark out so I couldn’t really see her, so when I brought her back inside and flipped on the light, I was stunned to see the size of her muzzle. It was swollen up so much she more closely resembled a manatee than a dog. Of course I had no benedryl in the house so the husband ran out the door to locate some while I took her temperature and tried to examine her for any bite marks. I didn’t see any. She also had red splotches on her belly. Her throat was not swollen and her breathing was ok. All of these were classic allergic symptoms, but what the heck happened? A spider bite? A wasp? Lick/eat a frog? She’s never out by herself and I’m always watching her, so my guess was something bit her.
Thank goodness my vet’s office is right around the corner and I used to work there, so they were great with getting us in as soon as they opened. Despite her puffy face, Rama saw me get the lead and keys and thought we were going for a walk. She proceeded to do her happy walkie dance and I felt bad not only for scolding her earlier but for loading her up to take her to the vet instead of our morning walk.