Boy, did I have an exciting adventure last night.
Everything was calm. I was sitting with my Daddy watching television. Daddy said it was time to take us outside. I jumped down and when I landed my throat hit my harness, and I began to cough and spit up. My parents fussed over me, and within ten minutes I stopped.
Before bedtime, Daddy brushed my four teeth, and that set me off coughing and spitting up again. My parents put me to bed hoping that I would stop but I didn’t. I kept spitting up on the sheets. Nothing could stop my coughing. My parents decided to take me to the emergency vet.
I coughed while they were getting dressed. I coughed when they put their shoes on. I coughed when the brought me out to the car. I got in the car, looked around, said “wow, I have never been in a car before,” and I stopped coughing.
It was cool to be in a car at night. And we drove very fast. We got to the vet’s, and my parents explained what happened. Meanwhile, I am in Daddy’s arm looking at the vet tech as quiet as can be trying to convey to her that I had no idea what these crazy people we were talking about.
I was taken away from my nervous parents, who at this time were much more in need of a doctor’s care than I was, while they did a quick exam. The doctor called my parents into a little room and said that they thought that I had injured my trachea which caused me to cough, but they wanted to take x-rays to be sure.
My parents wanted answers, and they agreed. The vet laid me down on a table and took three pictures of me. They then told my parents that they could see slight damage to the trachea on the x-rays, but it will improve, but also be a chronic problem for the rest of my life.
Foley had a collapsing trachea too, so my parents have lived with a dog with the condition. My attacks are louder and scarier, but I tend to be louder and scarier than Foley anyway.
I want to thank Pokey’s Mom Laura Lunn for getting the word out about my condition and asking for prayers on Facebook, to Reese’s Dad Pedro for keeping my nervous parents busy on Facebook Messenger and for, as always, showing great support, and for the Triple T’s Mom Linda for asking for prayers for me on TB.
I am resting today. I have had a few attacks this morning which will continue while my trachea heals. My parents are supposed to keep me calm. Good luck with that. I wish I could keep them calm.
Thank you for all the good thoughts and prayers.
Outside of the coughing and spitting up it was quite the night.
