A couple of months back, President Obama had a very close call when he visited Darwin, when he unwittingly came (stupidly) close to Flo and I, out for our evening walk. We have established in previous posts that Flo is nothing short of a weapon of mass destruction. Well, things have escalated. She is now armed. I warn you, this does not make pleasant reading. The squeamish amongst you may wish to move on to a different blog.
It started on Sunday with a cough. I thought she’d somehow contracted kennel cough, even though she’s been innoculated and never been near a kennel. By Monday she was coughing, snuffling, and snorting like a pig on a truffle hunt. Or an old man trying to clear his nasal passages; choose the image you would prefer. Sadly, she hasn’t found any truffles but quite frankly, right now I wouldn’t eat anything that’s been anywhere NEAR her nose. By Tuesday the cough had gone, the snuffling and snorting remained, and (dramatic pause) enter the snot. You know those kids who have number 11s running down from their noses… that’s Flo just now. I took her to the v-e-t on Wednesday and he said her glands were very swollen but he didn’t think it was kennel cough. So, she’s on antibiotics and all sorts again. I am trying to resist the thought that she’s doing it on purpose – Wednesday was the last anti-biotic for Fergus in weeks and weeks. And weeks. We were going to be an anti-biotic free zone. I was looking forward to Thursday; a day when I didn’t have to grab something by the scruff of the neck and push a pill down its throat. Alas, my hopes have been dashed. Thwarted. We have another 10 day course for Her Fabulousness. Five pills a day.
So, the medication started on Wednesday and so far, not much has changed. Snot city. She’s snuffling and sneezing away; you should see the snot that’s coming out of her ever so large and particularly gorgeous nose. The nose that’s serving the same purpose as the barrel of a gun. Thankfully she hasn’t had a snotty sneeze inside the house but she’s had plenty outside, which have resulted in snot missiles hurtling through the air at 100km/h before making contact with whatever surface, be it wall, floor, leg or foot, happens to break their flight path. Perhaps there’s a role for her in Kandahar.
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