Riley turned three yesterday. My baby puppy is so big now.
I worry about him getting old. I worry enough now when he’s just a little boy and weird things happen, but I know once he starts getting up there, every little thing he does will scare the crap out of me.
A couple of weeks ago, I left for work and he was just fine. When I came home around 6:30, he was covered in marble-sized bumps from head to toe. They were all over his hips, his legs, his belly, and even on his head. If you’ve never seen me freak out about something, this would have been a prime opportunity. I called half the people in my phone book, because I had no idea what to do. He had a ton of energy, he was eating and drinking, and he wasn’t even scratching at them.
Amelia was on her way over, and by the time she got here, I was in full on freak out mode. She looked him over and then decided to Google “dog, hives” and found this picture. That’s exactly what he looked like. Upon her suggestion, I gave him some Benadryl and an hour later, most of the hives were gone. By the next morning when he went to the vet for a comprehensive exam, they were completely gone. And I was officially over my current Riley Freak Out. They only happen about once a month nowadays. Much better from the weekly ones when I first got him.
And right now, he just made his way from my bed to the couch, where he’s adjusting himself just perfectly so he can lay in front of the window and still use a pillow. I can’t imagine not having this silly ol’ dog around.