Sunday, April 20, 2008
So, I am sorry that we talk about our dog all the time, but it is what it is. He's our little guy. Sting'em, like many dogs, is fascinated with anything with wings. He likes to chase butterflies and bark at birds, he's a curious little guy. Well, he was outside playing in the afternoon near some little flowers. I looked out our back door just as he has was pawing at a small bee. I knew that this was bound to end up bad and before I could do anything, poor Sting'em let out a little bark and he came running into our house. That tiny bee stung him! We couldn't find the stinger, but the damage was done. He had a rough hour or so. His front paw was very swollen and he just laid there in his bed, completely miserable. It's tough to be a dog. He did let us put ice on it for a few minutes to help the swelling. Luckily, that was as bad as it got. It was hard to see our little guy so hurt...but he was back to being the little stinker that he is by the evening.