I came home Monday night and the front door was unlocked and the door to his crate was wide open. I freaked out. I thought someone had come in and stolen him. I attempted to call the ear doctor, but it went straight to voicemail and his box is full. I may or may not have filled it with "awesome" renditions of Motown hits sung by moi at piercing volume.
About 3 minutes after I arrived home the ear doctor walked in with leash and puppy in hand. But when I looked down at our little nugget I gasped and the strangest basic instinct to pick him up and cuddle him washed over me.
The poor little guy went from looking like this:
I'm not sure if you can tell because you don't see his adorable mug everyday (thanks to my self control), but his face was swollen and hard!
Turns out the ear doctor had rushed Roscoe to the vet and forgot to lock the door behind him because was so worried about our boy. He could barley open his eyes and he'd been home alone for 4 hours! The vet thought that he'd probably been bit by a spider or stung by a bee. He got a shot and bottle of benadryl and 2 hours later he was back to normal.
But I was a wreck. Every time I looked over at the poor swollen drugged little beast it made me want to cry.
I have no idea how you parents cope with sick kids....it blows my mind.