Moe is sneezing, coughing, wheezing and backward-sneezing again. After weeks and weeks of rain, now that the weather is nice again, I think pollens are rampant. Although he has been having respiratory problems, he did sleep well last night. (He sleeps touching me, so I know he did.)
This morning, however, he told me he wanted to go to the vet.
Instead of hopping up in the chair when I left for work, which is his usual routine, he went with me into the garage and headed for the car door.
I often take the dogs to the vet on my way to work in the morning and drop them off for the day. I think he was telling me "Mommee, I don't feel well and I want to go to the vet!"
It's Thursday. The vet's office is closed on Thursday. Moe isn't in dire distress. I gave him a children's Benedryl. Unless my yard guy comes and hangs around the patio door, Moe will sleep most of the day. The rest will do him good.
Actually, it's Anya who needs to go to the vet. She's fine and healthy and happy, but it has been a year since Pug Rescue's vet gave her her shots, and she's due.