As usual for my first day off of the week, I did my laundry this morning and then headed to Yuma for grocery shopping. Those two duties generally take up most of the day since Yuma is 40 miles away. It was 3:00 before I got back to the rig.
Emma was chomping at the bit to get outside, and I hooked her up to her outside tie while I unloaded the car. It was a gorgeous sunny day with temps nearing 80*. I give Emma her supper at 5:00, and she somehow has a clock wired into her consciousness to know what time it is. Beginning about 4:30 each day, she comes over to place her head on my leg and stare up at me. It’s uncanny.
I eventually relent, and fix her dish to be eaten outside. She had no sooner finished eating when suddenly a gang of 50-100 bees descended upon our site. They were mostly swarming one of my hummingbird feeders, but lots were just flying around the patio area. This drives Emma nuts, and she chases them. Sorry to say she caught several in just moments. That resulted in her coughing and rubbing her face in the gravel, on the patio, and on the small rug I have outside.
The bees then left almost as suddenly as they had appeared. In the meantime, Emma upchucked her dinner and then just laid down. She appeared rather dopey for her, and her eyes were drifting shut. I was concerned.
Just then fellow volunteers Gail and Greg were returning from their evening walk. Gail was a nurse before retirement. I explained the crazy bee invasion to them and my concern about Emma. Gail suggested some Benadryl for Emma. Of course, I don’t have any of that, but she did. I covered a low dosage pill in peanut butter, but Emma wasn’t interested. Very odd for her. Between the two of us, we got it down her throat. There was no swelling evident, but I figured it couldn’t hurt.
Gail told me the pill would make Emma rather drowsy, so we got her up and put her in the rig. She was lethargic, but made it into the rig. Not sure I could carry her 45 pounds up those six steps by myself. She has had a couple of good drinks of water this evening and ate some dry toast. She seems to be more comfortable now, but I’ll be monitoring her through the night. As much as I gripe about her being a ‘wild child’, she has wormed her way into my heart. It was a scary evening.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy