Sad Bully

There is nothing more heart wrenching than a 'sad' bully. That face with the ears pinned back, head lowered, tail hanging low missing its usual continual wag could melt even the coldest heart. When it is your own bully in that state it is even worse. I got to see it first hand this weekend when poor Miss Jet was plagued by the onset of violent intenstinal upset. So as not to disturb those more sensitive types, lets just say both ends were busy. She went from typical joyful bully playing with her canine pals on the trail to very 'sad' bully seemingly unable to move. After a hike back out of the trail with me carrying her all the way and being somewhat thankful she only was 29 lbs, we had a visit to our vet. Heart rate good, breathing ok, no fever...and no idea what caused it all. A script for metrodiazonal to settle the uproar in her belly and we were off...still a very sad bully in tow. A much needed coffee at Second Cup for grandma (who had left the house without her coffee to meet us at the vet), didn't last long as new symptoms arose. Violent chewing at feet and hives breaking out all over head and face meant a return trip to the vets (thankfully just across the street). More exam, a shot of antihistamines (not nice but she quickly forgave and gave the vet kisses)...and still no idea what was causing it all.
The 'sad' bully continued all day and night, not wanting to move much and looking very sorry for herself.
This morning however, the happy bully is back. Including standing on my head to get out of bed this morning...as if to say..."Come on mom, the sun is up, the birds are singing outside the window and I want my BREAKFAST...and it better be lots..none of this rice and boiled chicken crap you have been feeding me the last few days!" Most mornings I would not have been pleased to find a 29 lb bully standing on my head at 6 a.m. but this morning...it was sheer heaven!