Eeyore and the Wasp

Today I got a panicked call from my mom about 30 minutes after I left to meet a client.  It went something like this...

"Skye was stung by a bee! Her face is swollen!  How do I make it stop?!?!"

"That's a bummer for Skye.  Put some ice on it, and I'll check with the vet."

My mom is an over-exaggerator to the extreme.  So I wasn't too worried.  The vet said to give her Benadryl and call if it wasn't improving in 45 minutes, cause she'd have to go in and get a shot to help.  Which would ruin our 1 week streak without a vet visit.  So I relayed the message to my frantic mother, and started training.

Well an hour later I came home to what my brother called "a much less swollen version of Skye."

HOLY MOTHER OF NOT EXAGGERATING!  Skye was in her happy Benadryl-induced coma, but there is nothing more pathetic than a pit bull that is slowly morphing into a hippopotamus.  I asked Parker and Scooter what happened, but got little out of them.

I never tell a lie.  It was Parker.

When I told her to catch the bug, I didn't think she would listen!

My face is too heavy to hold up.

It turns out this is the little bastard responsible for Skye's current elephantiasis: The white faced wasp:

I prey on innocent pit bulls!

I've decided to rename Skye "Eeyore," as she seems to have a dark cloud over her head these days.  Poor Skye will now be staying home instead of hiking and swimming with F and Bruno today, but I'll make it up to her with tasty food and ice packs.

Also, my brother got a few pictures of Skye before the swelling went down, which I'll share as soon as he sends them to me.  All I can say is that my little Eeyore may be spending the rest of her days in a bubble if this bad luck doesn't run out soon!  I told her, but she was in her happy place and didn't seem to care.

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