Not an actual beagle rollercoaster. Although that would be a sight, wouldn’t it?
But no.
Sadly, we’re still struggling with the beagle’s health. And the bigger problem is that no-one can decide exactly what is wrong with her. High temperature, lack of appetite, general floppiness – and yet all her tests keep coming back negative for everything.
She’s been spending time at the vets for the last couple of days, enjoying some lovely IV fluids and antibiotics while they poke and prod as necessary. I took her there this morning, and carried her in, such was her drowsy, weakened state. And when we went to pick her up this evening, the head vet explained to us just how worried they were about Colin’s condition. It was a sobering listen. And then she went to go and get the patient, and we were duly amazed at the perky, waggy-tailed dog that walked out from the back.
Eh?
And then when we got our beagle home, we offered her a piece from the rotisserie chicken (BBQ flavour), we’d got for the family dinner. Long story short, half the chicken (half our dinner) was gone in a few minutes. And some cheese. Some pork biltong. And then some other chicken purpose bought for – and previously ignored by – the beagle.
The first food she’s had in three days.
Right now, she’s contentedly snoring away on the couch next to me.
I don’t pretend to understand what’s going on. I just want her better.
But for more than 2 days in a row this time.