When I was walking Spot out to the car this morning to go to the park he started to have a rough time breathing, threw up some bile then passed out in the parking lot. I immediately dropped my coffee, knelt beside him and pulled at his tongue several times to get him breathing. He finally started gasping and after a few minutes his breathing was less laboured and I was able to stand him up. A few minutes later he was back walking towards the car. He was very quiet and subdued but I thought he should be okay.
At the park I took him out of the back of the car and set him on the grass. He just looked at me. I was able to get him to come into the park but that was it. He just wasn’t interested in anything so I said good bye to one of the morning gang, put Spot back in the car and drove off to the vet’s. Spot will tell the rest of the story:
“My dad then dwove me up to see Martina and Hobsy an' when I gots to them they wushed me wight in to the back woom. Well, they didn't wush me in, my dad carried me in but don't tell my mom. Then Jen an' everybody else gave dad heck for carrying me an' then they got me hooked up to a bwood pwessure thing an listened to my heart an' stuck a thermometer in my bum an' gave me some needles an' then they took me in for some x-ways. Meantime I was a wittle bit stoned fwom something they gave me an' my dad told Martina and Hobsy and the west of the girls that if I was okay we would go home and listen to Jimi Hendrix an' Pink Floyd.
“On the x-way table the waid me on my side an’ took a pichur of my chest an’ then they swid me up a bit an’ took a pichur of my tummy area. I don’t weally wemember much cuz I wuz having a good time somewhere in my head wiff my dad.
“So. . . my heart is okay an' my wungs are okay. My wivver is okay an' my tummy is okay. The doctors are pretty sure my twouble lies in my throat cuz I got too much fat flesh there an' it is cwosing off my air pipe so I'm not getting enough oxygen. I'm now on some Apo Theo LA which is post to keep my airway open so I can breathe easier an' gets more oxygen.
“When I gots home I wayed down an’ swept all afternoon an’ then my dad took me out for a pee then I came in a’ swept till six o’cwock an’ my dad took me for a pee again. Wight now I am getting off this compooter an’ am going to get on the bed an’ sweep until noon tomorrow. I will not, I wepeat, I will not be at the park.”
I guess that is it from Spot. He has gone under the bed and I don’t expect to see him until about nine o’clock in the morning. I will hear from him though because he already has a good snore on the go. Hopefully Spot will have recovered by tomorrow afternoon and I can get him out for a lovely drive through the blossomed peninsula. I’m sure he will love that. I will not attempt to get him to walk any where.
My VISA is still smoking.
At the park I took him out of the back of the car and set him on the grass. He just looked at me. I was able to get him to come into the park but that was it. He just wasn’t interested in anything so I said good bye to one of the morning gang, put Spot back in the car and drove off to the vet’s. Spot will tell the rest of the story:
“My dad then dwove me up to see Martina and Hobsy an' when I gots to them they wushed me wight in to the back woom. Well, they didn't wush me in, my dad carried me in but don't tell my mom. Then Jen an' everybody else gave dad heck for carrying me an' then they got me hooked up to a bwood pwessure thing an listened to my heart an' stuck a thermometer in my bum an' gave me some needles an' then they took me in for some x-ways. Meantime I was a wittle bit stoned fwom something they gave me an' my dad told Martina and Hobsy and the west of the girls that if I was okay we would go home and listen to Jimi Hendrix an' Pink Floyd.
“On the x-way table the waid me on my side an’ took a pichur of my chest an’ then they swid me up a bit an’ took a pichur of my tummy area. I don’t weally wemember much cuz I wuz having a good time somewhere in my head wiff my dad.
“So. . . my heart is okay an' my wungs are okay. My wivver is okay an' my tummy is okay. The doctors are pretty sure my twouble lies in my throat cuz I got too much fat flesh there an' it is cwosing off my air pipe so I'm not getting enough oxygen. I'm now on some Apo Theo LA which is post to keep my airway open so I can breathe easier an' gets more oxygen.
“When I gots home I wayed down an’ swept all afternoon an’ then my dad took me out for a pee then I came in a’ swept till six o’cwock an’ my dad took me for a pee again. Wight now I am getting off this compooter an’ am going to get on the bed an’ sweep until noon tomorrow. I will not, I wepeat, I will not be at the park.”
I guess that is it from Spot. He has gone under the bed and I don’t expect to see him until about nine o’clock in the morning. I will hear from him though because he already has a good snore on the go. Hopefully Spot will have recovered by tomorrow afternoon and I can get him out for a lovely drive through the blossomed peninsula. I’m sure he will love that. I will not attempt to get him to walk any where.
My VISA is still smoking.
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