The Little Bear Dog Blog

Little Bear is ‘bard’.  If you’re not Welsh I’ve probably lost you already so let me explain quick sharp.  ‘Bard’ is the pigeon English or Wenglish word for ill.  If you’re under 5, a cut, scrape or bruise can also be a ‘bardy’ but if you’re any older you’ll just sound weird.

Anyway, back to Little Bear.  After a few days of him sounding like he’s trying to clear some fluff out of his throat, Other Half very helpfully popped him to the vet this afternoon for the once over as I needed to be in London.  LB half strangled himself on Wednesday trying to chase a cat while out on our walk so I was harbouring awful thoughts that by walking him on his collar instead of searching properly for his Halti I’d somehow been complicit in damaging his throat.

He’s been absolutely fine in himself apart from the very occasional throat clearing so I was amazed when Other Half called later this afternoon to say he’d been diagnosed with kennel cough!

I was amazed!  He’s not coughed at all save for the throaty noise.  He’s now got antibiotics and some gloopy looking liquid to take for a week.  And the worst part is that he has to avoid other dogs for at least another week for fear of passing it on.  On top of that he had to have his glands done while he was there which for obvious reasons never goes down too well with him.  Other Half said he plonked his bum on the kitchen tiles when he got home. 

Poked, prodded, squeezed  – Poor Little Bear.  I bet he’s thinking ‘If this is what I have to go through to get a teddy and a squeaky sheep’ you can keep your flamin’ birthdays!