Last night Bob brought a little friend home from the vet clinic. Lucy was listless and nearly in a coma from acute hypoglycemia, a severe drop in blood sugar often seen in toy breed puppies. Lucy was an early Christmas present to an eight-year-old child.
With frequent feedings and a few other treatments all night, Bob was able to save Lucy. Here she is in our kitchen at 6 a.m., much more alert. In fact, she started barking at 4 a.m., so we knew she was probably going to be okay. She also peed on my bedroom rug, but I forgive her.
Bob is working cattle all day, so he will be ready to put his feet up and sleep through Monday Night Football.
