You know, been runned over, twice. Went paralyzed. A couple of coyote attacks.
Tonight might be the Full Cadillac. Got himself bit by a 2 year old rattler-type snake (I know this because I killed him with undue, scratch that- totally due prejudice and carted him home later on. Counted the rattles). I got a Benedryl into D ASAP, but a trip to the vet ain’t gonna happen. Too far, too far gone (me). I’m really unhappy about this. I could have prevented this if I grabbed his ass and threw him in the Jeep. My only job was to be smarter than the dog at that point, and I failed. Trying to keep him as comfortable as I can. Got him set up in a big bath-tub with his bed and blanket. It’s been a couple hours, and he ain’t dead yet, so I’m keeping up hope. But I really fear he’s gonna go overnight. And It won’t be good, I bet.
I don’t know if he’s gonna make it. I’m only posting this to keep me awake and aware and to remind me to keep checking on him. And I’m in a sort of panic and need to do something other than what got us all into this mess. He did eat some cheese I gave him, so there is that. A collective Dope finger crossing, please.