She has brought endless laughter with her silly puppy playfulness, and that has come at a time when Big Red has needed it. This doe-eyed, floppy-eared gal makes him smile from ear to ear. And THAT makes me so very, very happy to see.
About a week ago, our little pup started doing this weird hacking thing. We thought maybe she'd got a piece of a treat or bone stuck in her throat. Something simple like that. But when the hacking didn't stop, I started to get worried. Today I decided to call the vet, and after describing her symptoms, they said I should bring her in immediately. With my stomach in my knees and all kinds of worry running through my mind, I dutifully took her in. I was certain they were going to tell me she had a horrible incurable disease that that our beloved Olive would have to be put down. I had already almost buried her, when the vet casually diagnosed a mild case of kennel cough. Olive would be fine after 5 days on an antibiotic.
What a relief.
Before we got a dog, I 'd heard people tell stories of paying thousands of dollars to make their dogs better. At the time I thought, "well that's just crazy!" It's just an animal and while you love them dearly, that's just ridiculous to spend that kind of money on a dog. For the record, if the vet would have come into the room, checked out Olive and said that a cure would cost $3,000, I would have handed over my credit card without any hesitation. Not a single one. This dog is part of our family now, and I don't know that there isn't much I wouldn't do for her.
On a side note, this got me to thinking. If this is how I am with a DOG, how the hell am I going to be with a child? I mean, I was FREAKED out about something being wrong with Olive. I'm always wondering if she knows that I love her so much, and I always want to shower her with affection. Is this what's it's like to be a real mommy?