You learn something new every day
Even when you are a goofy, adolescent dog. Today, the dog learned what happens when you try to play with a live hornet in the same way that you play with dead cicadas.
The first place he goes for comfort? A pile of freshly laundered blankets I had set on the couch.
I suppose I could hardly blame him. He’s got no idea why his foot hurts so bad.
He just licks and licks and licks and it won’t get better.
I tried putting an ice pack on, but he won’t sit still for it. I guess I’ll wait until he gets tired of limping around the house and whining pitifully. There isn’t any noticeable swelling yet…
…Just abject doggy misery.
UPDATE: Well, I’m starting to wonder about this dog.
The swelling was noticeable — barely. I never did find where the actual sting was, despite much gentle prodding. He slept most of the day in some array of pillows and blankets and was barely limping by the end of the day.
Except, of course, at dinner time when he sat by my chair and held his paw up to me, whining quietly and glancing repeatedly at my pork chop.
*sigh*
