This arvo, I went to the beach for Billy's daily walk. I went to get Billy out of the car and realised I hadn't put his collar on. I considered turning around, going home, getting the collar and coming back, but I thought 'nah fuck it'... Bill jumped out of the car and we started down the beach.
There were a couple of car tracks on the beach... as I've mentioned before Billy likes to sniff the trail. So, he was walking 50 metres or so towards the dunes from where I was - wading through the water at ankle height. He dropped his ball (which he proudly parades around in his mouth and drops when he feels like having me throw it - oh yeah, I'm a slave to the furry baby). I walked toward him to grab the ball and as I did he picked up something with his mouth. I thought it must have been a dead fish... so I yelled 'drop it'... and for once, he actually dropped it. As it feel from his mouth I felt the pit of my stomach tie up in a big fat knot...
Billy had his first 'Blue Bottle Kiss' and I'm not talking about the cool 90s indie band...
The wind blows them into the shallow waters and up onto the shore over the summer months... The little bastards will still sting even when dead.... and it's NASTY! Thankfully not life threatening... but super painful! And my poor Billbo had been stung... in his mouth!
He ran down the beach to me, looking at me while meekly while swallowing deeply. Then he vomited up a saliva spew... sat down for a minute while doing the pre-vomit (his body uncontrollably convulsing back and forth) before hurling up his breakfast. We turned around to head back and he seemed fine, other than obsessively licking his lips, slowing down every couple of minutes while his head shot forward and back like a chicken (I know that feeling all too well).
Finally, with my heart racing, we got back to the car. I filled an ice cream container with fresh cold water nd my little man began to drink and drink and drink! Poor little Bill was salivating like me each and every time I visit a better than good retro/vintage furnishing store. His tongue hanging out - very red - and dripping with saliva. A quick stop at the Vet confirmed my thoughts... Cold water and lots of it. I also gave him some watered down milk with ice blocks as a little treat.
He is much better now and back to his happy, panting (but not dripping saliva) self. Poor baby Bill! Hopefully he has learnt his lesson... but some how, I don't think will be his last Blue Bottle Kiss!