My mid-Daughter has 2 male Chihuahuas. Her, her two boys and the Lil’Shits live here with us.
They are named Teenee and Tinee(sooooo embarrassing)
7 or 8 years old. Together they might weigh 6 lbs.
Worthless, yapping, ankle nippers. But, hey, I love them anyway.
#2 got snake bit yesterday. On one of his extra large ears. It was a small rattler. But Tinee immediately was sick and swelling. She rushes him to the Vet. Lots of shots and an IV of antivenom. And a huge $1100 bill.
Jeez, Louise.
Last night his head was so swollen. He couldn’t hold it up. But the dummy kept trying to walk around. Kinda funny watching him trip over his own head. His little trembly body just looked hilarious. I know, I know. I didn’t laugh in his face. Not that he could’ve heard or seen. Everything was swollen shut.
Then bedtime came.
All the dogs (and cats) sleep in my room.
Now Teenee wasn’t sure if it was really Tinee under all that big ol’ head. So he was barking, non-stop.
Bayliss kept trying to scoot both into their bed with his nose.
The Siamese were hissing. Jojo had to come into see what was happening got the Siamese stirred up. We had a meeting of the claws and fur was flying.
I was pulling my hair out. Finally got everybody kinda settled. And Tinee starts all this whining.
Most disconcerting, let me tell you.
That turned into a high pitched howl that made my teeth hurt. I swear I heard Bayliss audibly sigh. Teenee howls in unison.
I finally got Mid-dau up, thru a series of texts and communications that would alarm the CIA. (I’m not allowed on the stairs at night)
Of course, the whole house is in my room now, except Hamza the PPB. Altho’ he answered his text promptly and did his part. Woke up the lil’wrekker, who, I assure you was not happy with this little party at 1am.
Mid-dau picks up the big headed boy and stuffs a pill down his throat. Kinda rudely, I thought.
But it put him right out.
Everyone is quiet. Kids back to bed. Ivy goes back to bed. I admonished the lil’wrekker not to get any ideas about cooking bacon and go back to bed.
Then I was worried. I was sure Tinee was OD’d. And dead. I got up 3 times and checked his little labored heart beat. Seems like it was forever. I looked at the clock, it was approximately over the course of 2O minutes.
Lord, I can’t do this all night, I sez.
I checked once more and his big ol’ head moved and he opened one of his pop-eyes and looked at me.
Aww. Was that love I saw?
Finally I fell asleep.
You couldn’t tell anything was wrong with him this morning.
Except he has a turkey wattle under his neck.
Might need plastic surgery for that.