"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!|
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.